Moonmukamiamajiki - Moon Mukami Amajiki

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Chan Imagine

Possible Triggers: skzxskz mentions, mentions of death, mid-apocalyptic world, and falling. Author's Note: This is my first scenario. Please be my skz moot if you like it lol I'm 21 so not a minor. Please point out any mistakes if you find them. All feedback is welcome. This is a request from @lino-jagiyaa Prompt is bolded Italics is thoughts Word Count: 1,571

You wandered the streets searching being cautious with every step. Desolate and quiet the streets are; they once were loud and bustling. Chan held one of your hands. He took the lead as you watched behind you. Always. You couldn’t take any chances. Not after Felix…

You got to the old convenience store early. Never leaving in the night time. It just wasn’t smart anymore. Inside the store could be as desolate as the streets, but you both knew you had to check it out. Because he was more agile these days, he climbed up the shelf closest to the door without making a sound.

It was imperial to not make a sound. As he slowly jumped from one shelf to another, he grabbed anything he could reach and stuffed it in his bag. Eventually, he made his way back to the front.

“Good job Channie”, you whispered. You gave a thumbs up. He had gathered some snacks, a blanket, some type of medicine and water. He bowed a little “Thank you. Now let’s get out of here.”

The grovel under his combat boots signaled you were going from where you came. District 9: underground headquarters established by 3racha. Chan, Changbin, and Han leading the pack meant someone was always out gathering, surveying the entrance, and helping on the inside.

Today it was you and Chan’s turn to gather. 7 bags meant Water, Snacks, medicine, possible lighters/gasoline, candles, blankets or clothing, and period products/towels the rarest thing to come across these days.

“I wonder what will end it.. bomb? Astroid?”, you think out loud to him. He hums, “Maybe this is purgatory for our sins in our past lives.” I hate them then. It’s not my fault they did something wrong.

You met Chan when you were both sixteen. You were young, dumb, and broke: no Khalid. It was nice then, simple. You went on dates together. You panicked over outfits and hairstyles for hours. Everything had to be perfect for him.

Now you wore rather dusty black vans, a green shirt with a black pull over, and some jeans. Chan looked handsome as always. He wore a navy blue bomber jacket with black joggers. You both wore fingerless gloves and knee pads. It made sliding easier.

Chan was your high school sweetheart turned forever lover. Even if you wanted to leave him, which you didn’t, there would be no real options. Just some guys you could get to know and his closest friends.

You hit the next place: an abandoned gas station. Lighters, snacks, water, and toilet paper. A successful stop. “Did you need to use the bathroom?”, he asked. He could go outside. It was rarely anyone around. He didn’t want you to do that; you didn’t even feel comfortable enough to do it anyway.

“Yea I’ll try to go while we’re here.” You went and came back. “Let’s go Channie.”

The search continued. His glances at you were loving still… even after everything that has happened. He still loved you, and you still loved him. It was nice to not be alone for this.

You both finished right before dusk. The walk back included talks about your period, dinner, and life way back when. “You remember our song?”

He smiled and laughed. “Of course. I wrote it.” He was a cheeky bastard. “I know. Just making sure we have one thing left.” He held your face gently. “We have each other.” You nodded tears falling down your face. It was not easy going through this.

Wiping your tears hurt him, you knew he hated seeing you cry. You tried not to causing yourself to lay a head in his chest. He almost fell because of the sudden weight. He patter your head. “I understand. I know princess.”

You sobbed louder but quickly looked up. “No…”, Chan mumbled.

You both ran quickly. Chan dragging you as you looked out for both your behinds. A zombie groaned coming your way. Chan quickly pulled his gun from his waist holster. He would shoot if you missed. You unsheathed your machete. It was always on your back. The sash being around your body meant danger. You never wore it at district 9. It was safe there.

You both tried to out run the one while also leading it away from district 9 considering you were heading in before this. As he got closer, you slashed him across the chest. Some blood splattered but you got him good. “I will always protect you Chan.” He kissed your forehead.

“I will always protect you too. I’m glad you decided on a machete. It’s quieter. Idk how Changbin does it.”

Changbin. Master of arms. Shotgun on his back for lonely days. Sometimes Sniper on his back as well. Pistol and knife on his hip always. Never cared about himself. More about everyone else. If he “had it his way”, he’d be dead already.

You both continued to move forward with you basically on Chan’s back. You had wandered pretty far to the other side of town trying to move from district. It was more zombies on this side, less explored. It would be less frightening with Changbin or Minho around.

Minho was more close combat. Machetes, bats, and knives. He had great body control and had learned some parkour from Felix as well as Hyunjin. He could get out of most slippery situations. As well as help one of you, he is a team player for sure.

You heard the sound in the air from something flying then a car alarm. “Chan”, you warned. He looked behind you. “Oh shit.” Someone’s out here and trying to kill us. For supplies? Weapons? Just to be hateful.

You both ran. A swarm following you. You never saw who threw that thing, but you’ll send Changbin back to kill them. Maybe kill them your self.

“Do you trust me?”, Chan asks.

This isn’t the first scenario you needed to trust him. “Y/N let’s go.” He had on his combat boots again. Felix at his side. You had worked in threes. You, Chan, Felix. Changbin, Jeongin, Minho. Han, Hyunjin, Seungmin.

You strapped on your machete and nodded. “Ready!” You three left district waving to Jisung who was on guard duty today. He looked cool. Where’d the armor come from?

You moved as a pack. All in a line. You in the middle with Chan and Felix to your left and right respectively. Small talk was made.

“So Felix.. Changbin?”, you asked softly. His slight blush gave away anything. “Yea.. it’s been a while, but we finally admitted to each other.” You wanted to clap in joy.

They deserved to be happy together. Should’ve been happy together. It all happened so fast. One trip over a bottle in a desolate place led to hoards coming.

You all ran as fast as your legs could take you hoping to lose them. You always used tall buildings. Parkour away if possible. Chan was the least use to it, so Felix always helped him.

“Up here!”, you whisper yelled. Chan couldn’t find his balance, so they both fell. Chan was climbing back up when Felix got bit for the first time. No one was watching the area.

The look in your eyes as the world stopped. “Lix”, you whispered. “I love you guys.. and Changbin too”, he disappeared into the hoard after that. His muffled screams haunt you till this day.

“Do you trust me?”, he asked. He wanted to run. Take the chance while they’re distracted even if the distraction was his best bro. Felix did this for us to live. Don’t let it go to waste.

And right now probably won’t be the last time you have to trust him either. “Yes I trust you Chan”, you tell him confidently.

He leads you to a cliff of some mountains. He quickly ties the bags to a tree nearby. “We’re gonna jump.” Huh? You looked up at him like he was crazy.

“Hell no…Chan there has to be better ideas.” He shook his head. “It’s a cliff right there”, he points about a meter down. “Big enough for us, small enough to hopefully avoid them landing on us.”

He didn’t give you a second before jumping down. He landed perfectly like a cat. Has he been training with Minho? Sheesh. “Chan, what if I miss the cliff?” I don’t wanna die. I’m too young to die. He looked up, “You won’t.”

As the hoard came closer, you finally gathered the courage and jumped. Your toes grazed the rock before you slipped causing you to scream.

Chan grabbed your hand just before you would’ve fell almost going himself. He is leaning down holding you with all his strength as your body dangles off a cliff.

The look in his eyes shows a lack of worry.

“I’ll never let you go, don’t worry.”

His reassurance made you want to cry even more. As the zombies fell off the cliff mountain trying to get to you, he pulled you up carefully.

You hugged him once you were standing crying into his shoulder. He wouldn’t let you go physically or mentally. He loved you enough to almost fall with you.

He rubbed your back, “I love you. I’m sorry I put us in this situation…” You both shared a soft kiss.

“I love you too. I understand you thought this was a good idea and it was. Let’s get back up and out of here.”

New Body

Synopsis: Getting back together with Changbin when you both least expect it.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 592

It was a mutual decision to break up between you and Changbin. The rate you were going was not going to end up well anyways. Better to end it mutually then to end it over an argument you decided over dinner with him. Luckily, you never went through with the plan to move in together. It would've been awkward to be stuck in a lease with your ex.

It was a lot of nights staring at the two-seater table you bought because no one came over your place besides Changbin anyways. You felt the coldness in winter nights without him there to hold you. It was silence in your home always. There was no longer anyone to talk to, no one to cook for when things were stressing you out, the lack of hoodies you could steal by the front door... it made you not want to go home.

Most nights were spent at the gym now or sleeping due to melatonin. Eventually, your body was the way you wanted it to be, but you still went to the gym just to busy yourself. It had became a habit to just run and listen to the loudest music you could find.

And after months, your house had gained sound once again. You had started talking to an accountant you met at a bakery. It was nice to have someone to talk to, someone who could provide you with the occasional hoodie, and who could enjoy the random pictures you take during the day. A real gentleman who cared.

Yet here you stood in front of Changbin at his house. You asked him to talk. To say he was shocked, it would be an understatement. You knew he was cute before, but he had been going to the gym too. It had been a year and here he stood in a wifebeater and sweatpants.

You slowly entered his house taking off your shoes at the door before sitting on the couch. "How have you been?" You ask lowly as he sits next to you.

"I have been okay. I been going to the gym; I see you have too. I have a new job as well downtown. This era of my life is going well. And you?" He was respectful as usual. You could tell he made more money by the new furniture, but he was humble as always. A good trait to have.

"I have a new guy, and he treats me well." You say as you look into his eyes. There is a gleam of hurt. "Good for you-" You stop him. "But he's not you Changbin..." He does the dog-like head turn. "Oh?"

You go to hold his hands taking your time in case he stops you, but he doesn't so you proceed. "I miss you. I cannot see myself being with anyone else. I don't want to be with anyone else." He processes what you are saying for a while before nodding.

"I'm glad you said that because I didn't want to be with anyone else either. I love y/n. I did then, and I do now. Did you really expect to replace me with anyone else?" He asks, placing a hand around your shoulder. You laugh and shake your head.

"No. I just wanted the temporary comfort. I feel bad though; I really used them for my own needs."

"Humans are inherently selfish, so I am not surprised. I think you should tell him though because you're mine, and I won't let you go a second time."

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