[|Zombie Party|TaeGi|]

"Z-Z-ZOMBIE!"

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Yoongi sighs deeply, ignoring his partner in crime's complaining. Hoseok keeps whining about how dirty the passageway is and if they couldn't have just gone in through the back door.

The house they were robbing was abandoned for years, but too famous to break down.

The people who lived there were rich. Money practically grew on trees with them back in the day. 1898, Yoongi thinks was the day that the people died.

There was a horrible plague, that sadly reached them as well.

Although, for Yoongi he was glad. He could be rich if he caught the treasures of money, jewelry, all that stuff.

"Shut up, Hoseok." He snarls angrily. "We're criminals! They'd know if we use the back door!"

"No one's been here for centuries, hyung." Hoseok snarls. "My ass is going to get dirty!"

"Don't complain about your ass, I'm the one looking at it!"

"I know. You have that blessing."

Yoongi rolls his eyes at Hoseok's selfish reply. Sometimes he wishes he could just... strangle him.

Finally the two reach the inside of the house.

It reeks of rotten food and the dead wood inside. Furniture is broken, ripped, blood staining the floor and carpet.

Hoseok's first thought is disgusting.

Yoongi's first thought is suspicious...

He kneels down near the puddle of blood, carefully tracing it with his finger.

It's still wet... and fresh...

"Someone's either in the house, or was in the house..." Yoongi says lowly, voice in a quiet whisper.

"What makes you think that?" Hoseok sighs.

"The blood is fresh. Someone died here today."

Hoseok rolls his eyes. "It's a murder house! Of course it is-"

Both men look up at each other in pure fear when they hear something fall over. It shatters, echoing through the room.

"Who... Who are you?"

The men tense up, immediately turning to the deep voice. Yoongi's feared expression softens, observing the male in front of them.

He wears a dirty, blood-stained ripped shirt, pants that have been ripped and stained with dirt. They smell like they haven't been washed in ages.

There are stains of dust and black mud over his face from the shadow where he's in slightly.

His dirty strangled and knotted dark brown hair is all over the place, his chocolate eyes hooded with suspicion and an unknown emotion Yoongi can't read.

"Who are you?!" Hoseok shrieks. "This house should have been empty! You look like you've been here for years!"

The boy tilts his head and sighs deeply. Hoseok almost hurls over from the rotting smell, whilst Yoongi keeps his calm.

"We were here to rob the place. If you don't mind." He growls, kindly pushing past him to walk up the large stairs, Hoseok quickly follows him.

The boy tilts his head, following them as well. His footsteps are silent, hand latching onto Yoongi's shoulder.

"You will not rob my home... Not when I'm here, not when my uncles are here... Not ever." He growls.

Yoongi turns to him in annoyance. "Listen up, you probably will never leave this place, so if you mind-"

Yoongi's eyes widen when he's pushed against the stairs, head hitting the wood harshly and body underneath the angry dirty male.

He holds a grip onto Yoongi's throat so tight Yoongi can barely breathe. And then... things go insane...

Yoongi watches with eyes full of horror as the once human dirty male's skin turns more and more sickening. It rips and rots, bones showing. The healthy skin around his eyes pushes in deep, creating hollow eye sockets with white lifeless eyes, a silver iris that screams anger and hunger.

The hand around his throat feels rotten and dead, the skin feeling painfully rough.

The boy opens his mouth widely, licking his bloodied teeth as he bites towards Yoongi's body, the action causing some of his skin to fall off him.

"Hoseok! Hoseok help! HOSEOK!" Yoongi shrieks, panicking as he barely manages to avoid the male's hungry teeth.

"It was nice staying with you! Goodbye, hyung!" Hoseok yells from the top of the stairs.

Yoongi feels betrayed. His hands grab the male's dirty shirt and pushes him off, quickly standing up and running for his life. The male runs after him with no mercy, screeching in hunger.

Yoongi enters a bedroom, and... it's clean. It smells like lavender and it's nicely decorated. Recently refreshed.

Yoongi yells when he feels hands at his throat and his wrists. He's pushed on the soft bed, panicking when he sees the same male on top of him, hungrier and angrier than before.

Yoongi screams for help, and once again the boy bites towards him. Yoongi avoids him again, but his teeth rip off a piece of his skin by accident, and he swallows it...

The male, who Yoongi can now fully identify as a zombie, stares at him with disbelieve, shock and horror. He quickly lets go of him and feels at his jaw.

"Did... Did you just eat my skin?"

Yoongi's face scrunches up in disgust and shakes his head wildly. "Oh fuck, that tastes terrible..." He whines. "It lingers on my tongue! God- That's the worst feeling! So dirty!"

The boy's chest begins to heave up and down in panic, grabbing hid hair carefully. "WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY?!" He screams.

Yoongi blinks at him. "You were about to eat me, my teeth hooked on your skin and it just... peeled off. It was annoying, so without thinking I just... ate it."

The boy orders Yoongi to stay and runs away, leaving the human confused and horrified.

He looks around, enjoying the smell of lavender, noticing a photo. There were three people on there. Two adults, and one young man.

The young man looks a bit like the zombie. Sharp jawline, well-built body, a strong but happy gaze and happily sharing a photo with the two adults. It's a black and white photo...

There is running on the stairs, and Yoongi's head snaps to the two even worse looking zombies.

One's eye was turning the complete other way, skin of his left forearm completely ripped off and leaving nothing but some muscle and bone. He was tall, hair a complete mess and half of his right ear was rotten off.

His skin smelled even worse, the smell killing Yoongi's nose combined with the other two rotten scents.

His clothes were ripped and dirty as well, stained with blood and flesh.

The other has plump lips, scarred and bruised. He has a gash in his cheek, running down to his collarbone. His skin was scarred with cuts and stab wounds, a finger missing and his heart ripped out, visibly the empty organ's spot pulses in his chest.

And Yoongi has never been more scared in his entire life.

"Oh my god... This is how I die..." He mutters, whimpering in fear.

The tallest comes closer to him, hand gripping Yoongi's chin and inspecting him thoroughly.

"You probably will." He growls. "Eating a zombie's skin could cause a transformation or your death. Either way, you'll die."

"W-who are you people?! Zombies?!"

They look at each other.

"We live here. We have for a long, long time." The second adult says.

Yoongi checks the photo again, looking at them. His mind puzzles the pieces, as slowly he comes to a conclusion.

"Holy crap... You were the owners of this house during the plague... In 1898!"

They nod.

"But that's a hundred years ago!"

"And we were infected." The young man whimpers. "Just not with the virus that killed us."

"So..." Yoongi mumbles. "That means you are... Kim Taehyung? Right?" He asks carefully.

The zombie nods.

"And... Kim Namjoon?"

The taller zombie looks at him, confirming his name.

"And Kim Seokjin..."

The adult zombie smiled.

Yoongi takes a deep breath, trying to keep his calm. He's here... on a soft bed... in a room with three zombies. He ate a zombie's skin, will most likely die or turn, either way-

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'LL DIE EITHER WAY?!" Yoongi suddenly screams.

Namjoon growls at him, causing the human to shut up. "We're undead. We literally died to become what we are now."

Seokjin nods. "Calm down sweetheart. Remember he might become a zombie as well."

"But I don't want to be!" Yoongi sobs.

"That's why I'll do this for good measure." Namjoon says lowly, baring his teeth and sinking them into his skin.

Yoongi screams, eyes shut closed tightly as Namjoon sets his mark in his neck.

"What... the... FUCK?!"

"Now, the decision is randomized." Namjoon says lowly.

Yoongi's eyes well up with tears. "What do you mean?!"

"You have a fifty percent chance of dying, and a fifty percent chance of turning." Taehyung says softly.

"Well that's just great, isn't it?!" Yoongi growls angrily. "If you didn't come for my ass we wouldn't be in this situation right now- HEY!"

Namjoon throws Yoongi's body over his shoulder, and the human is terrified when he hears a loud crack, but the zombie seems to be fine.

"Put me down you dirty deadass!"

"Do not use that language with me." Namjoon growls. "Or severe punishments will follow."

"Right!" Yoongi scoffs. "As if- YAH!"

His back cracks loudly when he falls into a hole in the back yard, and his eyes widen when he sees how deep it is.

"Stay. Don't come crawling out until I come to get you." Namjoon snarls.

Yoongi immediately tries to crawl out, feeling claustrophobic in just the dirt. Namjoon growls loudly at him, making the human flinch and crawl back, sitting in the dirt whilst hugging his own legs.

"Can I at least have a blanket?"

"Taehyung will give it to you." Namjoon replies coldly.

"Give the boy a break, Namjoon!"

"He is disobedient."

"He's human." Seokjin says softly, sympathetically. His eyes beg Namjoon to get him out, but the younger zombie refuses his charms.

Namjoon gives Taehyung a glare, who nods and runs inside to get a blanket.

"He may be. But we have rules in this house. He lives here now, he lives under those rules."

"He didn't know, my love." Seokjin whimpers. "He's just a child."

"I'm twenty-five!"

"A child." Namjoon mutters bitterly. "You call someone like him a child. He said it himself. He tried to rob us."

"Because every human believes it's empty." Taehyung says, carefully throwing Yoongi a thick warm blanket, who he quickly wraps around himself. "No one knows we're alive. Let alone exist. Have you realized that every meal we've had was a criminal trying to rob us?"

Seokjin nods. "Your actions have to change Namjoon. We have to change."

Namjoon looks down at the dirt, and then at Yoongi. He sighs deeply. "Fine. One night in the hole and we get him out. We feed him when he gets out, and we feed him properly. And do you know why, darling?"

"Why?" Seokjin asks softly.

"Because he also has to change." Namjoon whispers, his deep voice low with a warning and a want.

Yoongi doesn't know what it's all about. He's worried about Hoseok. Wait... why would he be worried about a traitor?

"What about Hoseok? He could be a good meal." He spits.

"Your... friend?" Taehyung asks.

Yoongi growls. "Not anymore. Left me to die with you."

Taehyung looks down, but frowns and sniffs. "I think he's still in the house."

"Than go fucking hunt him down!"

"Every curse is another five minutes." Namjoon warns.

Yoongi immediately shuts his mouth, smiling when Seokjin speaks.

"I think, if you turn... If you truly want him as a meal, you should hunt him for yourself."

Yoongi nods. He can agree. He wants nothing more but to rub Hoseok's ass on a platter like it's supposed to.

He always makes a joke about having his ass eaten.

Well. Who knew that could be true?

In the night, Yoongi thinks. If he'd turn, could he still get married? Could he still have kids? He thinks about Taehyung and how he reacted when he ate his skin...

Suddenly, being a zombie first seem that bad. Yes, they're horrendously disgusting and rotten, but they're not monstrously ugly. Yoongi wonders what he'll do once he would wake up...

Would he go hunting for fresh meat? Is that even what he'd crave?

The night is over before Yoongi knows it, and when he sees Namjoon with a ladder, Yoongi happily climbs out.

He thanks him and apologizes for his language, telling him it's a habit developed over the years.

Namjoon just looks at his skin with a soft grin, nodding at him. "Come inside. We have breakfast ready."

Yoongi quickly walks after him, the smell of blood and flesh entering his nostrils. It isn't pleasant what's however.

He would expect them to live dirty, eating from the bones. But when he sees Seokjin setting plate by plate breakfast on the table, he realizes that zombies... aren't as bad as he thinks.

Perhaps they are just misunderstood. They're nothing like those stories he read. These zombies... are just people. Undead humans. Cannibals...

Yoongi gulps, and he has to try his best not to puke right then and there.

"I know," Seokjin smiles at him, "just eat. We... can't go out for human food. So please. We don't want you to starve."

Yoongi hesitantly sits down next to Taehyung, who excitedly digs his fingers into the organ on his plate. The liver, Yoongi thinks.

Seokjin nearly cuts the muscle on his plate, whilst Namjoon has to rip the skin and muscle apart from the bone like chicken.

The smell is horrible, as is the sight. But Yoongi sees something human in this.

What Namjoon could be eating is how they eat chicken off the bone...

Seokjin is just cutting meat.

And Taehyung is playing with his food like a child. Yoongi chuckles at how cute the zombie acts, flashing a bright boxy smile.

"Yoongi, I know this may seem absolutely disgusting to you, but you have to eat... especially with the changes your body has to go through..."

Changes?

Yoongi looks at himself, almost seeing no difference. But the zombies see a lot more. It's the inside that's changing.

Yoongi hesitantly picks up the thing that Taehyung has, and it feels rather similar to mashed potatoes. Just with... blood and some sort of strange white stuff...

"It's really good!" Taehyung says happily. "Really, the cornea on top makes it so good!"

Yoongi's eyes grow wide with disgust. "Wait, wait! There is eyeball in this?!"

"We try to save some for the days..." Namjoon replies. "Seokjin does the cooking, I do the hunting, Taehyung does the growing."

"I'm not a child anymore!" Taehyung pouts. "I'm a good zombie young man!"

"Sure you are." Seokjin chuckles and pinches his cheek.

Taehyung rubs over his skin, whining at him that Yoongi is with them. Yoongi chuckles and smiles, unknowingly taking a bite of what's on his plate.

It... doesn't taste that bad.

He takes another bite and another, taking bits of everything until he's full. He's never felt so good before.

He compliments Seokjin, for a moment forgetting that the people he is laughing with are zombies, and that what he eats are humans.

Everything is fine. But the zombies know it won't last long. They send Yoongi outside for some groceries, but when his body takes in all of the oxygen at once, he barely makes it around the corner and passes out.

No... He doesn't pass out.

He dies.

His heart throbs, pulsing, as it quickly stops beating. Yoongi is numb. Everything is black. Nothing...

His family and friends are there at hid funeral a few weeks later. Taehyung is there as well in hid human form. Currently, he is the only one knowing how to hold it up for so long.

He hears Yoongi's lungs pulse, smiling when he realizes Yoongi did not die. He turned.

It rains, thunder and lightning adding the mood when they close the casket and cover it with dirt.

As soon as it's in, Yoongi's eyes open.

White, lifeless, hungry eyes are wide, observing everything around him. With a loud crack from his head against the casket top, his head starts to bleed with every bonk, hands splintering and bruising.

He slowly crawls himself out of his grave, hearing someone talk about his death. His hand reaches the top, sticking out of the ground like in a horror movie.

As soon as he has a right grip on the soil, Yoongi can make an appearance, pulling his upper body out with all force.

His eyes observe every person there. "I'm not dead yet." He growls.

The humans scream when Yoongi fully climbs out of his grave, eyes finally landing on Taehyung.

The zombie looks good in black, Yoongi admits. Taehyung rotten skin replaces his healthy one, grinning as soon as they make eye contact.

"I knew you'd come back." Taehyung whispers sweetly.

Yoongi smiles, eying him up and down. "I didn't expect you to come to my funeral."

Taehyung shrugs and giggles. "I was close by. You look handsome like this." He says, caressing his bloodied and splintered skin.

Yoongi doesn't really feel any pain. It's just the feeling of his skin being impaled and feeling of blood, but nothing more.

"Let's go home." Taehyung whispers.

Yoongi nods, licking his dry lips. "I'm hungry. I hope Seokjin made something good like what I ate a while ago."

"He made you a feast." Taehyung giggles. "He knows all about being hungry. It's one of the reasons why he has so many stab wounds." He says.

Yoongi tilts his head. "Did he get stabbed when going to feed?"

Taehyung nods. "That's also where his heart was picked out like a game of poker."

"That's just sad."

"It's what happened. Uncle Jin was really hungry. I was too... Uncle Joon was a bit more under control, but he was a zombie longer before we turned... He lost his control and bit Jin hyung, and Jin hyung attacked me. Just like you, I managed to eat some of his skin. I turned, and here I am. Alone, with my uncles and you."

"You don't have to be alone." Yoongi says with a chuckle, walking back to the familiar house. "I can love you. You're very pretty and sweet."

Taehyung smiles and blushes softly. "Thank you... You're very handsome as well..."

"So... Do you want to give this relationship a try then?" Yoongi asks, raising his brow at him.

Taehyung nods happily. "At least I won't have to be human around you."

"Not anymore, no." Yoongi smirks. "So then, can I kiss you?"

Taehyung nods shyly, face a soft shade of blue due to his rotten skin and pigment disappearing. Yoongi loves the way it makes his veins push into his skin, the blue color coming from the veins in his cheeks.

Slowly, gently, Yoongi takes Taehyung in his arms, tilting his head by his chin, and sweetly places their lips together.

The taste is unknown. It isn't sweet due to the rotting skin and it isn't bitter either. It's a taste Yoongi finds desirable and loving. Something he wants to taste every day on him.

Taehyung blushes furiously when they part, smiling shyly at him. "Uncle Jin left the best for you!" He then says happily.

"Oh?"

"Remember that partner of yours, Hoseok?"

Yoongi nods.

"We caught him and trapped him! You'll have the honor of ripping his guts out!"

Yoongi's stomach growls at the idea, and so does Yoongi himself. Taehyung is the first to climb over the back yard's fence, and Yoongi quickly follows.

It's a tall fence, so Taehyung needs to snap his knee back in place when he lands.

Yoongi, lands on his side, whining when he feels his shoulder. Taehyung smiles and pecks his lips gently before popping his shoulder back in place, causing Yoongi to growl.

When they're inside, immediately Yoongi's nose catches the smell of blood and flesh. His lifeless white eyes snap to the kitchen.

Seokjin is cooking...

Namjoon is setting the table...

And in the silence of the stairs, he hears crying and screaming.

Yoongi grins when the other two notice the new scent in their house. They smile at him, inviting him and Taehyung to sit down.

Soon enough, Seokjin sets the food on the table, and Yoongi is already anticipating the taste. His mouth waters as his hands greedily fish something from each pot, making the two adults chuckle.

"So, how do you feel Yoongi?" Namjoon asks.

"Apart from hungry, I feel fine." Yoongi replies with a shrug. "This is really good! Like- it's even better than pizza!"

"Thank you." Seokjin smiles. "I knew you'd be hungry, so I tried my extra best for you. It's been such a long time since I cooked like this."

"Do it more often." Namjoon smiles, pecking Seokjin's cheek, who blushes shyly.

"I will."

Taehyung smiles. "Yoongi and I are together now."

The two zombies look up from their food with wide eyes. "Excuse me?" Seokjin asks. "Together?"

"Lovers, boyfriends." Yoongi shrugs. "He's pretty, cute, sweet, caring. Nice style of clothing."

"Well, he did study for fashion designer, but we were too poor to get him into that school." Namjoon smiles. "Although I'm glad you came by then, and I hope you'll stay. Taehyung was so scared to be alone for the rest of his life like this."

"Well. Now he has me." Yoongi smiles. "And I won't leave this house unless it's for a nice night out for dinner."

The feast continues, and until Yoongi has almost devoured everything, Namjoon stands up with a grin.

Yoongi's lips curl up into a dark smirk, the screaming becoming louder and louder. He licks his lips when Namjoon comes back with a familiar male swung over his shoulder.

"Do you know who you're talking to?! I'm the hottest person you'll ever see! I'm even more perfect than Beyonce!"

"Who is Beyonce?" Taehyung asks softly.

"A singer from this time I guess. I'm not that big of a fan, but Hoseok is head over heels." Yoongi replies with a growl.

Hoseok's eyes widen when he catches the hungry look Yoongi gives him. "Y-Yoongi hyung..."

"Missed me? Thanks for leaving me hanging there. The results are simple and yet effective. I'm a-"

"Z-Z-ZOMBIE!!" Hoseok shrieks, trying to crawl away desperately, but Namjoon is much stronger, holding him down by his throat on the table.

"Family, welcome your dessert." He smirks. "A dessert that we'll eat like old times."

"Hands and teeth?" Seokjin asks.

"Hands and teeth." Namjoon confirms.

Hoseok is horrified. Each of them has a hungry look in their eyes, they all smell horribly rotten and Yoongi is probably the worst of all.

"I... I thought we were friends..."

"We were. Until you let me die on the stairs. I survived, got thrown into a hole, found that revenge was a good thing and wanted to eat you the moment I smelled your fear." Yoongi growls.

"So now we'll have our dessert." Seokjin smiles. "You should really use your brain instead of your body. We're zombies, darling. We can't feel forced pleasure unless we want to feel it."

Tears well up in Hoseok's eyes, begging for them to have mercy on him. Namjoon ties him to the table to have his hands free and to stop Hoseok from getting away.

"Family." He growls. "Your dessert is served."

Hoseok screams. He screams loud and painfully ear-rapingly as teeth latch in his skin and rip it off, hands slowly pulling him apart.

"Well then, Hoseok. Now you'll finally get your ass eaten like you've always wanted it to." Yoongi growls.

"G-God please... S-sto-stop!"

Taehyung sighs in annoyance and grabs his throat, ripping it out. "Shut up."

Hoseok soon falls limp, dead as the zombies feast on him until nothing is left of him, except for one of his eyeballs and his bones.

"Satisfied and filled." Yoongi chuckles, patting his stomach. "Really, you're all too good for me."

"You're family now." Seokjin smiles. "It's what we do."

Namjoon gives him a gentle smile. "Welcome to our family, Yoongi."

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