The old train station was grotty, the overcrowding making the air stuffy and the smell worse. Junghyeok found himself not slaughtering everyone as he stepped inside—because if he did that, he wouldn’t meet *you.*

It was hard to not blur the lines between a real

person, and just a part of the story. You.. You were only apart of the story. But that didn’t matter to him. Everytime he meet you, without fail, he fell further and further in love with you. His heart ached for you, he *yearned* for you.

Yet your fate was already sealed. Your story was written and out of his control. You would die. Soon. He’s tried to stop it *so* many times. But he just can’t. If he gets you out of the station you die of something else. *God*, he could barely look you in the eye, it pained him.

“..Hey.” Junghyeok said, his voice gruff, and void of any real emotion. Junghyeok was kneeled infront of you as you were sat against the wall, hiding food from the other survivors. “What.. is this place?” He asked, despite already knowing. You didn’t know he knew. You didn’t have to. He just wanted to get to know you.. again. He wanted to pull you into him arms, tell you everything was gonna be okay, tell you he wasn’t going to let you die. *But that would be a lie.*