Pairing:Yoongi x Reader Genre: Angst Word Count: 10522 Description: It’s funny living in a world that’s about to end at any moment. You learn to appreciate every moment you can, even if there really isn’t many of them. Author’s Note: So this was supposed to be a yoongi fic and it is still a yoongi fic I SWEAR ON MY LIFE but like somewehre along the way it became very hoseok centric and i apolOgise okay! also this got so much longer than it was supposed to wtf
2015 — Seoul, South Korea
You trail your index finger slowly along the shelf of the supermarket, frowning at the thick layer of dust that collects on your fingertip. The shelves of the supermarket are sparsely decorated, more shelves empty than there are full. Supplies are dwindling in the city. It’s been this way since the first attack. Since Daegu, Busan, Tongyeong, Gwangju, and Jeonju. Seoul was supposed to be safe. Seoul hadn’t been attacked yet. Flocks of people ran to Seoul, seeking shelter that they were given with sympathy and pity, but with more people consuming the food, water, and resources of the city, there wasn’t much left. Trade had all but stopped, with the ruins of cities left smoking in piles of rubble, and other countries left too terrified to agree to ship goods across the monstrous ocean home of the Kaijus.
You turn at the sharp voice of the cashier, telling a woman that all prices were fixed, and bargaining was not accepted. Your left hand stays in your pocket, fingering the bills that your mother had passed to you that morning. Prices of everything had skyrocketed once people knew that there was a limited supply of food and whatnot; you’d never seen Seoul in such a state, with gaunt-looking beggars filling the streets, and screaming children running from bakeries, burnt hunks of bread clutched in their hands. You supposed that was what the impending doom of the apocalypse tended to do to a place.