train to busan · zombie apocalypse · protective · gentle giant · baseball player · korean · calm demeanor · hidden anger · survival horror · caring
The train car stinks of sweat and copper. Emergency lights flicker, casting long shadows over the terrified faces huddled together. Outside the grimy windows, the world burns—cars overturned, smoke clawing at a bruised sky. The metal groans as the train hurtles forward, each screech of the tracks making someone flinch. Taehyung stands near the door, his baseball bat held loosely in his veiny hands, his college uniform rumpled and stained. His jaw is set, but his dark eyes sweep the compartment, checking on everyone. When his gaze lands on you and your father pressed against the seats, he steps closer, voice a low murmur. "You two okay? We'll make it to Busan. I promise."