[B07] LOST AND FOUND

[kaisooaufest]

Prompt Code: B7
Title: Lost and Found
Rating: NC17
Side pairings (if any): xiuchen, ninja!baekyeol (bc im total baekyeol trash sue me)
Word Count: 4,252
Warnings: potty words, top!soo (i don’t get why this is a warning but all fics do it so lol)
Summary: Travelling to Boston to settle in might be the second best thing that’s ever happened to Jongin. The first being Do Kyungsoo of course.
AN: First time writing a post-apocalypse!au & I’m somewhat proud of the result ;;;



2021.

5 years since the disintegration of the undead had been confirmed. 5 years trying to restore everything that had been demolished in front of their own eyes. Most buildings have been brought back, maybe some plants too; transportation, plumbing, resources.

‘Brought back’ however, isn’t a very accurate description. Rotten animals and bodies of the deceased are scattered all around; no one bothering to deal with them. What could they do? Burning the damned things would only limit their fuel supplies; and lord knows they have very little left.

Within the 5 years of trying to reshape the world, six or seven zombies still bordered the forests and canyons. Multiple cures for the virus were found and made and people agreed to team up against the undead.

At least, most people agreed to.

Some of the remaining survivors are all wanting to start their own revolution; resorting to killing those who disagreed with their theories. Kim Jongin goes against this of course, he’s only ever killed one or two of the living; that’s only because he had to. Despite everything, Jongin didn’t believe himself to be a monster.

However, he has yet to fully recover like others. Sure, the many cuts and bruises he’d gotten had almost faded into scars, but the anxiety of never being able to reunite with his loved ones still lingered.

Jongin had always preferred to be independent; an outcast. Looking around at his friends of almost 7 years, the brunette leans back-arms crossed-into the ripped, cushion of the dirtied minivan they had managed to fix up and thinks. Jongin never really thinks about anything in particular per se, thinking only leads to memories he’d much rather bury. He merely allows his mind to wander into its own insights.

With his hair much longer than it used to be, rather than styling it upwards like he used to, Jongin’s hair now has a mid split with his bangs swept to the sides. If he were to meet anyone he once knew, - Jongin thinks about one person in particular - would they recognise Jongin with his new style? He’s wondered this on many occasions.

“- Jongin.” A voice brings him back to his senses. He looks up, surprise feigning his features as he was caught in his own thoughts; this is evident as the person in front smiles gently in response.

“Minseok.” Jongin greets.

Minseok hardly ever smiles; Jongin had taken note of this after 3 months of knowing him. The male before him donned opaque violet hair - black roots beginning to grow visible - and was always dressed in a light grey hoodie, topped with a dark navy, denim jacket. Jongin was only informed of the significance of the jacket after he had accidentally tore the sleeve.

“We’ve arrived,” Minseok announces. “Boston.”

Minseok steps over to the side, allowing the minivan’s front window shield into Jongin’s sight.

“Oh, wow.” The brunette murmurs, stalking towards the front of the van. Jongin presses a hand onto the window, a shiver sneaking its way down the male’s spine at the chilling touch of the glass. It was nearing the end of January so Boston was at winter’s peak.

“‘Wow’, alright. Jongdae’s almost positive there are other survivors here. Maybe we’ll even see someone we know. The possibility’s thin but y’know, let’s hope for the best.” Minseok muses as he passes Jongin, slapping the other on the back for encouragement.

“Maybe we’ll even see your sweet little Do Kangsoo.”

“Kyungsoo.” Jongin quietly corrects, eyes trekking across Boston’s landscape. ‘What if’s began drowning his senses, leaving his mind in a haze ‘till only one person occupied the vicinity of Jongin’s thoughts.

Kyungsoo and Jongin weren’t exactly what one would describe as lovers. But they definitely weren’t simply friends either. Kyungsoo had always taken care of Jongin, this of course, lead to Jongin harbouring strong feelings towards the other. Feelings in which Jongin definitely was not ashamed to admit; love. Jongin knows he loves Kyungsoo and he hates himself for not telling the other before their sudden estrangement.

Kyungsoo often sported minimalistic looks; his hair was dyed a wine-like shade of red, the sides black and shaved. Jongin loves this look on him. He pictures himself running his hands through the soft, red locks. Along with that image, he’s also greeted with a flash of himself desperately gripping onto those same locks to prevent the other from falling from his hold.

Jongin remembers it all too well; being separated from Kyungsoo. Livid images of large herds of zombies played through the brunette’s mind. Jongin harshly slapped his palm onto his forehead, attempting to lessen the pain of an upcoming headache. His eyes squeeze shut and his breathing speeds up.

Screaming, shouting, crying.

Jongin, unfortunately, cannot forget it. He remembers the feeling of Kyungsoo’s hand gradually slipping from his grip as the latter hung off the side of a building’s roof top. He remembers being pulled away from the railing by Jongdae and Minseok as his vision was blurred due to stubborn tears and he remembers almost jumping off the side the moment his friends turn their back to him.

The brunette furrows his eyebrows and lets out a harsh exhale. The agonising pain shooting from the back of his eyes to each of his temples ached even more paired with the longing for his first love.

Jongin feels a soft hand cup his right cheek and the brunette visibly flinches at the sudden contact. Opening his eyes, Jongin feels cold sweat along the lining of his forehead and makes an effort to even out his breathing.

“Hey,” Baekhyun smiles, eyes gently crinkling into sweet crescents. “Minseok said you were still out here. Come on, let’s get you a bed to rest in, you look like you need it”

Baekhyun was the impromptu doctor of the group. He’s always caring for everyone else and prioritises those around him. Baekhyun’s hair was always somehow fluffy - Jongin wonders how it had stayed so soft during the apocalypse.

Despite having been cursed at a lot by Jongin as the male often went through times of frustration, Baekhyun still stuck by the brunette’s side and understood his loss. Baekhyun’s a married man, Jongin figures. The silver ring attached fittingly to Baekhyun’s ring finger gleams from the sun’s rays and Jongin strays his gaze away, the ring was reminding him too much of Kyungsoo and he needs some fresh air.

The two make their way out of the van and Jongin inhales deeply; the fresh scent of pines and ice cold air clearing his mind as the gravel and below crunches under the pressure of their feet. Jongin looks up and Boston’s landscape looks even better than from the van. Large buildings towered over one another; each possessing shattered windows and wooden planks covering every orifice accessible to zombies.

“This place is a mess. I know,” Minseok begins as Jongin and Baekhyun walk to where the rest of the group were standing. “But with our current condition, we’re gonna to have to compromise.”

A collection of heavy sighs is heard from the group as Jongin purses his lips. He’s taking what Minseok had said earlier - about finding Kyungsoo - seriously. Gently pushing his way to the front of the small group, Jongin raises his hand.

“Jongdae, Minseok, I suggest we get going. We’re still pretty close to the woods and who knows what could happen.”

Minseok nods and lightly nudges the male next to him.

“Right. Let’s try to find a hospital of some kind here, people would most likely be there of all places,” Jongdae announces. “Usual positions please! Like Jongin said, who knows what could happen.”

When the group had gone through its first loss, Jongdae had set positions for whenever they’d travel. ‘For safety,’ he told everyone, ‘we can’t afford to lose anyone else’. Jongin agreed with the arrangement; Minseok, who was admittedly the strongest one in the group, Jongdae, the most skilled gunman, the ‘average shooters’ of the group which included Baekhyun, his step-brother Yixing and 3 more people. Jongin would be at the end along with Sehun, the youngest of the group. Apparently they have the sharpest hearing of the bunch and Jongin doesn’t disagree.

Though, this plan didn’t always work. There was a time where Sehun pulled a muscle in his right ankle and Jongin volunteered to help him walk. Of course, this lead to them being distracted which meant that they couldn’t hear what was going on around the group. All Jongin remembers from that incident was that he had felt something sharp run across his back and the next thing he knew, he was sitting against a nearby tree with Sehun as the group fought off a couple of bandits.

Feeling a rough hand grasp his forearm, Jongin looks up and is greeted by Sehun’s smile.

“Hey.” He greets. Jongin grins in reply, although reluctance is evident in his action. Sehun doesn’t fail to notice this and tightens his hold on the other male’s arm.

“I know what you’re thinking. We’ll find him.”

Jongin is grateful for Sehun’s effort to reassure him, but it doesn’t help. Brushing off Sehun’s grip on his arm, Jongin smiles apologetically at the younger’s battered expression.

“Alright let’s go!” They hear Minseok shout. As the group make their way towards the large bridge in the distance, a painfully awkward silence seeps into the atmosphere. Sehun’s gaze is kept down the entire walk and Jongin was much too prideful to apologise for mindlessly dismissing the other.

Amidst the silence, Jongin can’t help but to overhear the conversation happening in front of him.

“Baek, you need to take that off.” He hears Yixing say. No response is heard which causes Jongin to look up at the back of Baekhyun’s head, taking note of the way the brunette’s shoulders tenses up. The sudden movement of his arms catches Jongin’s eye and he slightly shifts his head to see what Baekhyun was doing.

“…He might still be alive.” Jongin hears the doctor mumble. Baekhyun fiddles with the ring on his finger and purses his lips. The ring was pretty; Jongin often catches himself staring but who can blame him? The jewel was the right shade of silver with squared, black diamonds circling the middle. The diamonds would shine an opaque crimson when exposed to light and judging by the tiny yet noticeable engraving of ‘C.B’, Jongin guesses the ring was personally customised.

“How are you so sure?” Yixing’s question catches Jongin off guard and he almost stumbles over his steps. “How are you so confident about him still being alive? It’s been years Baek, tons of crazy things happened during the apocalypse.”

Jongin purses his lips and his fists tighten. He was seconds away from interrupting the Chinese male but decided against it. Being on Yixing’s blacklist isn’t the best of ideas. The brunette hears Jongdae shouting about fallen trees up ahead but doesn’t pay full attention as all he can hear at the moment is static and Yixing’s words repeated over and over.

“He’s strong.” Is baekhyun’s answer. “He’s the who helped a whole family escape their house when it was surrounded by lurkers Yixing. He’s survived two near death experiences and he’s risked everything to keep me safe. I can’t lose hope so easily. I know he’s out there.”

The silence that follows allows Jongin to process Baekhyun’s words. Jongin understands how the other male feels; partially. Baekhyun’s spouse is as important to him as Kyungsoo is to Jongin. To be able to have so much hope; Jongin aspires to be as emotionally stable as his friend.

Jongin’s known Baekhyun for a while and he admires the brunette’s strong character. This is the first he’s heard of his friend’s partner and it surprises him. Being separated from Kyungsoo affected Jongin in a large collection of ways. Trusting people became an issue and to this day, he still hesitates in telling his group about himself.

“-Jongin.” Sehun’s voice breaks Jongin away from his thoughts and the brunette looks up from the ground. His vision is greeted by a large tree log laying across the dirt road with Sehun leaning over from the over side.

“Come on,” The younger says, reaching his hand over to Jongin. “We’re almost there.”

Jongin grasps tightly onto the other’s hand and lifts himself over the log. Sehun helps him land safely on the other side and they catch up to the rest of the group. Sehun can’t help but to glance at Jongin as they walk and Jongin doesn’t miss this.

“I’m sorry.” The brunette mutters. It’s quiet but Sehun definitely doesn’t miss it. The younger grins goofily before drifting his gaze forward, mood lifted.

The group halts at the gesture of Minseok’s hand as they stand before a large bridge separating the woods from the city. Several cars were alined on the bridge, most were beaten up with bullet dents, shattered windows and missing doors while others showed signs of being almost untouched.

“Weapons down and hands up!” A loud shout catches Jongin’s attention and he turns his gaze towards the direction of the voice. A male and female are standing on a car each, both heavily armed with guns and daggers.

Everyone looks at Minseok and he looks back to nod in assurance. He and Jongdae are the first to put down their guns, then all of the others follow.

With his arms raised, Minseok steps forward and doesn’t flinch when the male adjusts the position of his gun to achieve a better aim.

“We’re not here to hurt anybody,” Minseok shouts. “We were kicked out of Somerville and heard good things about Boston. Are you and your group accepting of newcomers?”

The guy with the gun lowers his arms and glances at his friend.

“How many of you are there?” He asks.

“Nine,” Minseok answers. “Just us, no need to worry about an ambush. We’re not like that.” He adds when he notices the way the girl’s eyes would flicker around the back of the group.

“You’re the leader? What’s your name?”

“Minseok. Not exactly a leader but I do what I can to keep this bunch safe.”

“I like him.” The gunman says. He takes out a walkie talkie from his back pant pocket and clicks the red button on the side. “Oi Soo. Some people are here looking for a place to settle.”

A soft crackle of static sounds before a voice speaks up from the small device.

“Cool, bring them in.”

Jongin’s eyebrows furrow at the familiarity of the voice but brushes it off as the group snake their way through the cars with the two people following along on top of the vehicles.

“So I’m Jonghyun. Sorry for pointing a gun at your head man.” The male says as he clicks on the safety of his gun. Minseok laughs in response, assuring the other that it’s okay.

“This is Irene.” The mentioned girl waves at the group, eyes crinkling into pretty crescents.

“Don’t be fooled my friends, she’s quiet the lion when under threat.” The group laughs as Irene harshly slaps Jonghyun’s arm, annoyed at the not-so-nice introduction.

“Don’t listen to him,” She says as she jumps off the last car on the bridge, Jonghyun following right after. The group make their way through the frost decorated grass and into the streets of the main city area. People are walking along the side paths, laughing and chatting to their heart’s content and some stop to stare at the arriving bunch.

Jongin glances around, the city looked pretty beat up from afar but it’s not so bad up close. Doors to buildings have been fixed and re-screwed, walls were scrubbed clean and fallen street lamps were moved into a pile away from the main area.

“There’re a lot of people here. All from one group?” Jongdae asks.

Jonghyun scoffs and can’t help but to laugh, “God no. Soo would go insane leading this many people. Most of them are just strangers who happened to come across Boston right after we settled here. They had kids so we kind of had to bring them in.”

Before Jongdae could get a chance to ask about who exactly Soo was, Irene tells them about the effort it took to tidy up the city.

“There’s a total of 50 people here, almost 60 now including you guys. The cleaning up part wasn’t the best but we made it through and everyone’s happy.” Irene adds as the group stops in front of what seems like a library.

“This is where Soo usually is. Don’t be intimidated, he just wants to make sure that none of you are secretly thugs or something.”

Minseok looks back at the group to smile in reassurance before exhaling a breath he was unaware of holding.

“Alright, we’re ready.” Jonghyun nods and opens the door, holding it open for the group to walk in. Jongin looks around and is amazed at how well they had cleaned up the library. Books were neatly alined in mahogany brown shelves and two chandeliers hung from the ceiling, brightening up the entire building.

Rectangular tables were grouped into one half of the building whilst the other half consisted of large cushions, each donning a generous amount of patches cleanly sewn on. The colour scheme of the library based off several shades of brown and Jongin can’t help but to awe at how tidy everything in the building is.

“Gorgeous right?” Irene says. “Kyungsoo absolutely adores this place so we spent extra time on it.”

Snapping out of his dazed admiration of the library, Jongin widens his eyes at the name of his first love and almost completely stumbles over his steps.

Could the Kyungsoo they were talking about be him?

“There he is.” Jonghyun says. “Kyungsoo!”

Jongin looks over Baekhyun’s head to see a male sitting at a table not far from where they were. There he was. In full flesh. Jongin was absolutely speechless. Even if he does try to say anything, there are no words he can manage to muster up. Tears pricked at the corners of the brunette’s eyes and his fists clenched at the sleeves of his jacket.

Kyungsoo was ravishing to say the least. He was standing there, in a navy turtle necked sweater and black skinny jeans. His hair was now at its natural colour, black, and was swept to the right. Jongin was completely entranced by the other male as he watched him exchange smiles and names with Jongdae and Minseok.

Stubborn tears continued to make their way down his cheeks as he watched Kyungsoo interact with the group. It was only now that Jongin had noticed the crimson red scar that ran across his loved one’s left eye. Jongin’s eyes trailed the scar, starting from the middle of Kyungsoo’s forehead, running down to the apple of his left cheek.

“Jongin.” The said male almost lets out an audible sob at hearing his name coming from Kyungsoo’s mouth. His voice was still the same, still velvety smooth and just the right tone and pitch.

“Oh my god, Jongin.” He hears Kyungsoo whisper. The brunette is pulled into a tight hug and a stubborn sob escapes his plump lips, wet with tears.

“Fuck, I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead.” Kyungsoo quietly cries out the same sentence over and over, arms tightening in their place around Jongin’s waist. The younger male doesn’t care anymore and lets out every single sob tearing his throat open. He tightens his arms around his first love’s neck and cradles his tear-stained face into the other’s nape.

“We’ll give you two some space.” Jongin hears Irene say, a compassionate smile evident in her tone of voice. The sounds of fading footsteps and the slamming of a door is the last thing he hears before feeling the warmth of Kyungsoo’s hand on the back of his neck.

“Holy shit I thought I lost you.” Jongin whispers as he pulls his head back, staring into his love’s eyes. “I honestly thought I lost you, I wanted to jump off the building and follow you, I wanted to kill myself, God Kyungsoo I even contemplated ditching the group and starting over on my own.” Soft sobs slightly hinder his speech but Kyungsoo understands every word he utters.

Jongin continues to cry and release everything he hasn’t told anyone else, ignoring the taste of salty tears that continue to stain his tongue.

“I purposefully put myself in danger of lurkers, hoping I would get killed but Minseok was always there. I was convinced you were dead, fuck Kyungsoo I wanted to die so bad-“

Jongin’s assertons are interrupted as Kyungsoo locks their lips tightly together. The two continue to let out soft whimpers as their lips move in sync. The older pushes Jongin onto the table nearby and rushes to take off his jacket.

“I injured my leg badly that day.” Kyungsoo says after they seperate to take in a few breaths. “God, I wanted to shout out that I was okay but those damn walkers were everywhere Jongin. Another group, Jonghyun’s group had come just in time.”

The brunette hushes his lover and kisses him again. This time, trailing down the other’s cheeks, kissing away the tear stains that refused to dry. Jongin pulls away to take off Kyungsoo’s sweater and blushes at the sight of the other in a black tank top. He continues trailing butterfly kisses down his love’s neck and chest, hands sneaking down to unbutton Kyungsoo’s pants.

“I thought I’d never get to do this with you - Fuck Jongin.” Kyungsoo exhales as he takes off Jongin’s shirt, throwing it to the floor with no mind and catching the other’s lips in a hasty kiss.

The two take their time stripping one another, not forgetting to look into each other’s eyes; orbs filled with nothing but longing, tenderness and love. Once completely nude, Jongin lays upon the table as the older straddles his thighs.

“Sex in a library huh? As expected from Do Kyungsoo.” Jongin airily laughs as Kyungsoo kisses and licks along the lining of his abs. The older rolls his eyes and gets off Jongin.

“Oh come on, it was a joke. Don’t leave me hanging.” The younger whines, receiving a chuckle from the other in response. Kyungsoo climbs to the bottom of the table and lifts Jongin’s legs, separating them to get a good view of the younger’s puckered hole.

“I don’t have any lube here, I’m sorry.” The black haired male says, grinning apologetically. Jongin shakes his head, feeling sweat build up around his face and neck.

“It’s fine. I can take this. I’m a big boy.”

Kyungsoo laughs at this and adjusts his position, resting Jongin’s legs upon his shoulders and sitting up on his knees.

“Wait - wait, God Kyungsoo prep me first, you’re gonna tear me open with that thing.” Jongin stutters. It was his first time with Kyungsoo but regardless, he wanted to at least walk away from his experience.

Kyungsoo scoffs and sucks on his index and middle finger for a good minute. After receiving Jongin’s assurance, he slowly enters his fingers into the younger’s entrance and softly moans at the sight.

The two stare into each other’s eyes, wanting to share the feeling of every single detail together. Jongin grasps the older’s free hand and intertwines their fingers together.

After a minute or two, Kyungsoo takes out his finger and adjusts his position, placing his member at the brunette’s entrance and slowly pushes in, not forgetting to keep eye contact with him.

From this experience, Jongin gathers that his feelings are mutual and his current mood can’t be described in words. He was so damn happy to be reunited with Kyungsoo. Stubborn tears escape his eyes once more, trailing down the apples of his cheeks and into his hair.

The two revelled in each other’s presence and Kyungsoo dug his face into Jongin’s nape, sobs escaping his plump lips. Kyungsoo’s thrusts are slow and steady and Jongin loves the way their bodies connect like they were meant to be. More tears sting at the corners of his eyes and Jongin clenches them shut, right hand coming up to grasp at his love’s hair.

Jongin and Kyungsoo reach their orgasms together but even so, they don’t let go of the other’s body. The older lifts up his head and rests it against Jongin’s firm chest. The brunette’s hand stays in its position, softly gripping at his love’s soft, black locks.

“What happened to your red hair? I loved it like that.” Jongin asks, turning his body so that the two were laying on their sides, facing each other.

“My roots grew out and I cut off all the red. I think I look better now though why do you sound so upset?” Kyungsoo playfully glares at Jongin, softly pushing his chest before wrapping his arms around his lover’s neck. Jongin cups his hand against his lover’s cheek and runs a thumb over his scar.

“Eh, I don’t really care about your appearance,” Jongin mumbles, leaning down to rest his forehead against the older’s. He leans his head up to press a soft kiss against the scar, not minding the feeling of dried blood and skin against his lips.

“Just as long as you’re here with me.”