The air was heavy, thick with grief. The reunion had been a fragile spark of hope, but Taehyung's bite had extinguished it almost instantly. He stood apart from the group, his shoulders tense, his eyes shadowed with resignation.
"I can't stay," he said quietly, his voice trembling but resolute. "If I do, I'll put all of you in danger. You know what happens when the infection spreads."
"No!" Jimin's voice cracked, raw with desperation. He stumbled forward, clutching Taehyung's arm. "You can't leave us. We just found each other again. You can't—"
Taehyung's smile was faint, broken. "I have to. I won't let you watch me turn into one of them."
Hoseok shook his head violently, tears streaming down his face. "We're not ready for this. We're not ready to lose you."
Yoongi turned away, his fists clenched, his jaw tight. Namjoon's eyes glistened, his voice low but steady. "Taehyung… there has to be another way."
But Taehyung only shook his head. "There isn't. You all know it."
The silence that followed was unbearable. You felt your chest constrict, your breath catching as though the air itself had turned against you. Jungkook's hand tightened around yours, grounding you, but his own eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
And then Namjoon's gaze shifted—sharp, calculating. His eyes locked on you.
"Y/N," he said suddenly, his voice cutting through the silence. "How are you not infected?"
The words hit you like a blade. You froze, your heart racing. "What?"
"You were bitten," Namjoon pressed, his tone urgent. "We all saw it. You should have turned. But you didn't. Why?"
You shook your head, your voice trembling. "I… I don't know. I thought I was going to die. I waited for it to happen. But it never did. I don't have any idea how I survived."
The group stared at you, their expressions a mix of shock and confusion. Jimin's mouth fell open, Hoseok's eyes widened, Yoongi's brows furrowed. TXT exchanged bewildered glances, their faces pale.
Namjoon's mind raced, his voice low but firm. "Then maybe… maybe you're immune."
The words hung in the air, heavy with possibility.
Immune.
You felt the weight of it settle on your shoulders, terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
Jungkook's grip on your hand tightened, his voice hoarse. "If that's true… then maybe you can help Taehyung."
Taehyung's eyes widened, his breath catching. "Help me? How?"
Namjoon stepped forward, his expression resolute. "If Y/N's body fought off the infection, then maybe her blood, her immunity, can fight it in you. We don't know how yet, but it's a chance. And right now, it's the only chance we have."
The group erupted in whispers, their grief shifting into fragile hope. Jimin's tears slowed, Hoseok's sobs quieted, Yoongi's fists loosened. TXT leaned forward, their eyes wide with anticipation.
Taehyung's voice trembled. "You really think… I could survive?"
Namjoon nodded firmly. "It's possible. And we're going to try."
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding. "I don't know if it will work. I don't even know why I survived. But if there's a chance… I'll do anything to save you."
Taehyung's eyes softened, his smile faint but filled with hope. "Then maybe I don't have to leave after all."
The group gathered closer, their grief transforming into determination. Plans began to form—how to test your immunity, how to protect Taehyung until they could find a way. The apocalypse had stolen so much, but in that moment, it gave you something back: a reason to fight, a reason to hope.
And as Jungkook's hand remained in yours, his eyes burning with unspoken promises, you realized that your survival wasn't just a miracle. It was a chance to save the people you loved.
The group erupted in whispers. Hoseok's voice trembled. "If that's true… then maybe she can save Taehyung."
Jimin's tears slowed, his eyes wide with fragile hope. "We can't lose him. Not now. Not after everything."
Yoongi's jaw tightened. "But how do we test it? We don't have labs, equipment, doctors. We're barely surviving."
Namjoon's voice was firm. "We improvise. We use what we have."
The plan formed slowly, painfully. They would try to use your blood, to see if it could fight the infection spreading through Taehyung. It was crude, dangerous, uncertain—but it was the only chance they had.
Jin's voice was steady, though his eyes glistened. "We'll need to draw blood. Carefully. We can use the hospital supplies—needles, tubing. If we can transfuse even a little into Taehyung, maybe it will slow the infection."
TXT exchanged nervous glances. Beomgyu's voice cracked. "What if it doesn't work? What if it makes him worse?"
Namjoon's jaw set. "Then we'll know. But if we do nothing, he dies. I won't accept that."
Taehyung's smile was faint, broken. "You're all risking too much for me."
You stepped forward, your voice trembling but resolute. "You're worth it. If there's even a chance… I'll do anything to save you."
Jungkook's grip on your hand tightened, his voice hoarse. "Are you sure? This could hurt you too."
You met his gaze, your heart pounding. "I survived once. Maybe that means I can help him survive too."
The group moved quickly, gathering supplies from the hospital. The air was thick with tension, every sound amplified, every shadow threatening. Jin sterilized the needles as best he could, his hands steady despite the fear in his eyes.
Namjoon explained the plan, his voice calm but urgent. "We'll draw blood from Y/N. Just enough to test. Then we'll transfuse it into Taehyung. We'll monitor him closely. If he worsens, we stop immediately."
Yoongi muttered under his breath. "This is insane." But he didn't stop them.
Jimin knelt beside Taehyung, his tears falling silently. "Please hold on. Just a little longer."
Taehyung's smile was faint, his voice gentle. "I'll try."
You sat on the edge of the bed, your heart racing. Jungkook stayed beside you, his hand gripping yours, his eyes locked on your face. "I'll be here the whole time," he whispered. "I won't let anything happen to you."
Jin inserted the needle carefully, drawing blood into the tube. You winced, but the pain was nothing compared to the weight of the moment. Jungkook's hand tightened around yours, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin.
Namjoon watched closely, his mind calculating every step. "That's enough," he said finally. "Let's begin."
Jin moved to Taehyung, his hands steady. He inserted the needle, connecting the tubing. The blood flowed slowly, fragile hope coursing through it.
The group held their breath.
Taehyung's body tensed, his eyes squeezing shut. His breathing quickened, his skin clammy. Jimin sobbed, clutching his hand. Hoseok whispered prayers under his breath. TXT huddled together, their eyes wide with fear.
You felt your chest constrict, your breath catching. "Please," you whispered. "Please let this work."
The transfusion was done. Your blood flowed into Taehyung, fragile hope coursing through the tubing. Everyone held their breath, waiting for a miracle.
But instead of relief, Taehyung's body convulsed. His breathing grew ragged, his skin clammy, his eyes rolling back. Jimin screamed, clutching his hand. Hoseok sobbed, panic flooding his voice. Yoongi cursed under his breath, his fists clenched. TXT backed away, fear etched across their faces.
Namjoon's jaw tightened, his voice sharp. "Stop it. Pull it out—now!"
Jin yanked the needle free, his hands trembling. Taehyung collapsed against the bed, his body shaking violently.
The room erupted in chaos.
"We made it worse!" Yoongi's voice cracked, his eyes burning with fury. "You killed him!"
Hoseok's sobs turned into rage. "We trusted you, Y/N. We trusted you with his life!"
Jimin's tears streamed down his face, his voice raw. "We should have never done this. You should have never—"
Namjoon's voice was cold, steady. "We can't risk you anymore. You and your brother… you need to leave."
The words hit you like a blade. Your chest constricted, your breath catching. "No… please. I didn't mean—"
But their faces were hard, their grief twisted into anger.
Jungkook stepped forward, his voice hoarse, desperate. "No! She's not leaving. She's not the enemy. She tried to save him!"
Namjoon's gaze was sharp. "She failed. And now Taehyung is dying because of her."
Jungkook's fists clenched, his voice breaking. "You can't do this. You can't throw her away."
But the decision had already been made.
Your brother clung to you, his eyes wide with fear. Tears blurred your vision, guilt crushing you. You looked at Taehyung, his body trembling, his breath shallow. "I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I'm so sorry."
And then you left.
You walked into the ruins with your brother, your heart heavy, your body trembling. Jungkook's voice echoed behind you, raw with desperation. "Y/N! Don't go!"
But you didn't turn back.