*** Seungcheol witnesses the crash in slow motion: he sees the desperate glint in Jeonghan's eyes, the first crack in the windshield until it flowers into a million pieces, the angry snap of Jeonghan's neck at impact. The wall collapses, taking with it the fence, taking with it the undead clawing at them from behind. He sees Junhui grabbing Soonyoung by his collar, away from the falling debris, Seokmin loosing an arrow prematurely in surprise, Chan yelling, watching the same crash.
When the dust clears, Seungcheol still can't move.
"Don't touch him!" he hears Wonwoo bellow at Chan, who's fighting stone and steel to get to Jeonghan. Wonwoo limps towards the car, there's a bloom of blood spreading across his thigh, but he perseveres through the path Chan and Seungkwan cleared. There isn't a door to open. Wonwoo grabs Jeonghan's unmoving wrist.
Seungcheol looks down. He doesn't want to know. Not when he's standing in the epicenter, trying to save everyone. Jeonghan had to save him. Jeonghan saved them all.
"There's no point in surviving this without you," Jeonghan told him once. The reverse is true, but Seungcheol can't remember if he made it known to Jeonghan.
"Seungcheol." It's Jisoo, draping an arm around his shoulder, half consoling, half in search of support. His other arm looks broken. "He's going to be okay, look."
Mingyu and Seokmin are pulling Jeonghan out of the car, with Wonwoo's calm directions. Jeonghan's face is cut up in so many places, but he looks like he's sleeping.
That's what snaps him out of it. Jeonghan should be yelling at him for being stupid right now.
They say your life flashes before your eyes in a near death experience, but all Seungcheol can think back to is their first date, before the world turned to shit, when Jeonghan invited him to his place, deposited him on the couch, and then slept on his lap. When they woke up the next day, both late for class, Jeonghan had never looked happier. He said he slept well for the first time in years. He didn't realize it until much later, but everything he's been doing is to bring back that hopeful, relaxed smile on Jeonghan's face.
He kneels beside the makeshift stretcher they've scrounged from their precious blankets, touches the inside of Jeonghan's wrist, wanting to feel for himself that he didn't lose him, that they can still escape from the city, build a place for themselves where they can grow their food and be safe and Jeonghan can stop sleeping with a knife under his pillow.
Seokmin wraps his hand around Seungcheol's, presses harder on tender, pale skin, until Seungcheol feels the faint beat underneath.
[FILL] safe place
Major Tags: injuries/blood mention, apocalypse
Additional Tags:alexa play losing you by wonwo
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in the same universe as my jeongcheol fill from last years hols!! can be read on its own tho he he 👍👍
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Seungcheol witnesses the crash in slow motion: he sees the desperate glint in Jeonghan's eyes, the first crack in the windshield until it flowers into a million pieces, the angry snap of Jeonghan's neck at impact. The wall collapses, taking with it the fence, taking with it the undead clawing at them from behind. He sees Junhui grabbing Soonyoung by his collar, away from the falling debris, Seokmin loosing an arrow prematurely in surprise, Chan yelling, watching the same crash.
When the dust clears, Seungcheol still can't move.
"Don't touch him!" he hears Wonwoo bellow at Chan, who's fighting stone and steel to get to Jeonghan. Wonwoo limps towards the car, there's a bloom of blood spreading across his thigh, but he perseveres through the path Chan and Seungkwan cleared. There isn't a door to open. Wonwoo grabs Jeonghan's unmoving wrist.
Seungcheol looks down. He doesn't want to know. Not when he's standing in the epicenter, trying to save everyone. Jeonghan had to save him. Jeonghan saved them all.
"There's no point in surviving this without you," Jeonghan told him once. The reverse is true, but Seungcheol can't remember if he made it known to Jeonghan.
"Seungcheol." It's Jisoo, draping an arm around his shoulder, half consoling, half in search of support. His other arm looks broken. "He's going to be okay, look."
Mingyu and Seokmin are pulling Jeonghan out of the car, with Wonwoo's calm directions. Jeonghan's face is cut up in so many places, but he looks like he's sleeping.
That's what snaps him out of it. Jeonghan should be yelling at him for being stupid right now.
They say your life flashes before your eyes in a near death experience, but all Seungcheol can think back to is their first date, before the world turned to shit, when Jeonghan invited him to his place, deposited him on the couch, and then slept on his lap. When they woke up the next day, both late for class, Jeonghan had never looked happier. He said he slept well for the first time in years. He didn't realize it until much later, but everything he's been doing is to bring back that hopeful, relaxed smile on Jeonghan's face.
He kneels beside the makeshift stretcher they've scrounged from their precious blankets, touches the inside of Jeonghan's wrist, wanting to feel for himself that he didn't lose him, that they can still escape from the city, build a place for themselves where they can grow their food and be safe and Jeonghan can stop sleeping with a knife under his pillow.
Seokmin wraps his hand around Seungcheol's, presses harder on tender, pale skin, until Seungcheol feels the faint beat underneath.