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Title: Idiot's Guide to Surviving The Zombie Apocalypse
Pairing: OT5
Rating: R, but barely
Warnings: mentions of people eating, gross stuff, and sex
Notes: minor appearances by Super Junior's Yesung and Kyuhyun
Summary: "Well, I guess all I can really say is that my name's Heo YoungSaeng and this is more or less how I, Kim KyuJong, Kim HyunJoong, Kim HyungJoon, and Park Jungmin have survived the Zombie Apocalypse."
The small group of people had all gathered in the tiny room, door-and all others in the modest sized studio-locked and barricaded just in case . After an hour of serious discussion, and twice that of rambling incoherency, they had all decided to finally try to help in their own small way.
Settling into the surprisingly comfortable chair, the one they had chosen to deliver their message was working on breathing and focusing so he wouldn't clam up as was his default when nervous. He ran a hand through shaggy black hair. After this, he needed to convince them to hunt down a pair of scissors or something, because this was just not right.
"Yah, you done primping over there, Princess?" the energetic redhead asked, only to yelp when he was hit by the shoe that suddenly flew at his head. The three following snickers made him smirk at a job well done.
"Tell me why we chose me to do this again?" he asked, eyes flitting from one to another. "If you recall, talking isn't exactly my forte."
It was their unofficial, yet official leader that responded. "You're prettier. People listen to the pretty ones."
The other shoe connected with his shoulder.
"As amusing as this is, I don't exactly know how much time we have here, so we may want to hurry," their mother hen spoke up as he was was fiddling with the video camera, thankful for his internship at the television studio in his hometown. Passing it over to the youngest in their group, who they'd found hiding in a tree of all places, he moved to the control panel.
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Monitors all over the city suddenly flared to life, lucky that the power grid hadn't been compromised too badly. All that was shown was a young man who was nervously twitching, dark eyes focused on everything but the camera for a moment before a voice to the side drew his attention back to the apparent task at hand.
"Um, hi. If you're seeing this, then thank God that you're still alive. I suppose that I should start by stating the obvious, huh? Well, it seems that zombies have taken over Korea. Yeah, I know. Who would have thought that we'd all actually find those lame ass movies and shows a reality, right? Well, hate to break it to you, but that's what happened."
"We've found ourselves experiencing the damn zombie apocalypse, and this is nowhere near as amusing as the movies. The group of guys that I found myself traveling with and I are all from different areas but it's the same everywhere apparently. Well, we figured that it would be a good idea to share things we've learned to stay alive as long as we have, so if you've been too afraid to brave the insanity past your doors, which I seriously hope are barricaded, our experiences might be able to help."
"Feel free to stop rambling whenever," a deep voice chuckled from somewhere behind the camera, earning a glare from the speaker before he rolled his eyes and looked back at the camera.
"Well, I guess all I can really say is that my name's Heo YoungSaeng and this is more or less how I, Kim KyuJong, Kim HyunJoong, Kim HyungJoon, and Park Jungmin have survived the Zombie Apocalypse."
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Rule One: Make sure it's not someone playing an elaborate joke, whether it's Halloween, April Fool's, or otherwise
"Saengie yah, I think there are zombies outside," his friend stated, pulling YoungSaeng away from his video game.
"I'm sorry, but what?" he asked, making sure that he hadn't heard wrong. "I could have sworn that you just said there are zombies outside."
"I did. I really think that there are zombies," he insisted, stepping away from the window just long enough to drag YoungSaeng away from his game to see.
Sighing as he was dragged to the window, YoungSaeng looked at his friend blandly. "Seriously, Jongwoon Hyung. I don't know if you got the memo, but there is no such thing as-oh, there are zombies outside," he stated lamely before yelping when Jongwoon smacked him.
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Rule Two: Do NOT get separated
"Goddammit, Jongwoon! Now is not the time to pull this shit!" YoungSaeng shouted, panicked enough without the added hastle of his best friend vanishing when there were flesh-eating zombies chasing them around the city.
The two friends had been sneaking around to avoid the large clusters of creatures around the town. YoungSaeng had turned a corner sharply and turned back to make sure that Jongwoon was still there, only to find himself alone and confused as to how his friend could have been there one minute and gone the next.
"I know that he gets distracted by shiny things, but you'd think the possibility of being eaten would act as a good deterrent," he muttered as he backtracked a ways, only to give up and run when he nearly crashed into his neighbor. He was pretty sure, however, that his neighbor's head was properly attached the last time he'd seen him.
"Sorry, Hyung! You're on your own!" was all YoungSaeng yelled before turning tail and running for his life.
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Rule Three: Be aware of your surroundings
A week after the world went to hell in a handbasket, YoungSaeng was still by himself, having pretty much lost Jongwoon for good. He had finally decided to come out of hiding and get some air before he died of suffocation and boredom, finding himself in a nearby park.
He had just approached a cluster of trees when he heard a loud crack from above him. Looking up, he had no time to react when the body fell from one of the trees with a shriek, landing on YoungSaeng. The two laid there unmoving, air knocked out of them both, before the stranger and he both yelled and scrambled away from each other.
If there was one thing that YoungSaeng had learned, it was that zombies were stupid. They didn't climb trees, let alone fall out of them, and they didn't yell, or release the girliest scream he'd heard coming from a guy.
The other must have come to the same conclusion, because a moment later, they both jumped to their feet and pointed at each other.
"You're not a zombie!"
"Good observation, geniuses," a voice snickered, startling them both as they tripped over each other and fell to the ground in a heap. "And this is why you shouldn't climb trees when you already suck at it, HyungJoonie yah: you fall on people," he chuckled as he walked over and helped them both to their feet.
"Well sue me...I thought he was a zombie," the young man known as HyungJoon pouted.
Glaring, YoungSaeng did the first thing that came to mind; he punched him. "Yah! I am not a zombie!"
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Rule Four: Your chances of survival go up with a group
"Park Jungmin, do you wanna die?!" HyungJoon yelled as the tall redhead simply stood there, bored. "Are you even listening to me?!"
Jungmin, and everyone else in the room along with him, winced at the sound. "Of course I'm not listening to you. Do I ever?" he asked, question mostly rhetorical.
Apparently, Jungmin really should have asked for backup when he decided that wandering aimlessly around the zombie infested city was a good idea. He was just lucky that KyuJong had found him before he led the pack that had been chasing the redhead straight to their front door.
Sighing in exasperation, YoungSaeng and KyuJong watched on as the two argued, HyunJoong chiming in now and again, laughing as his small remarks would make matters worse. HyunJoong, feeling the eyes on him, turned around with a smile.
"What? This is better than a movie," he stated before turning his attention back to the squabbling couple.
Maybe electing HyunJoong as leader of their group wasn't the greatest idea...
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Rule Five: DO NOT get separated
"Are you kidding me?!" YoungSaeng yelled as he looked around, realizing that he was alone. One would think that the apocalypse, or whatever they were experiencing, would increase solidarity. He had, until they returned from making a food run. Finding zombies in your living room was never a good thing.
Running down the street, he made a quick right turn, only to crash into HyunJoong, taking them both to the ground. They remained there dazed before the familiar sounds of shuffling feet snapped them back. Getting to his feet, HyunJoong grabbed YoungSaeng by the wrist and pulled him up before dragging him to where the others had taken up residence.
They continued to run until they were positive they weren't being followed. Once they stopped, HyunJoong yelped as he was kicked by his groupmate. "Yah! What was that for?!"
"Ditching me, you asshole," he stated before walking inside, slamming the door on HyunJoong, oddly satisifed at the pained shout when the door hit him in the face.
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Rule Six: Always aim for the head
If there was one thing that YoungSaeng sucked at, it was his aim. It wasn't so bad when he was armed with close combat weapons, but give him a gun and he rarely hit his mark. It was how the group found themselves in the shooting range of the local police department, long since abandoned.
"Okay, Saeng," KyuJong began. He was, after all, the group's best shot. "Just fire at the target and we'll see if you got any better."
"Not gonna happen," Jungmin muttered playfully before hiding behind their leader after the death glare he received.
KyuJong rolled his eyes before clipping in the target and sending it back a decent distance. "Remember to aim for the head."
Turning away from Jungmin, still annoyed, YoungSaeng brought the gun up and began firing. Once the bullets were completely spent, he dropped the gun to his side and waited as KyuJong called the target back. When it came to a stop in front of them, however, everyone fell silent and stared. A moment later, Jungmin paled drastically as the other three fell over laughing, drawing a deep flush to YoungSaeng's cheeks.
All of the bullets had indeed hit their mark, all embedded in the same area. The only problem was that that area was the target's groin.
HyunJoong, by some miracle, had stopped enough to speak, usually incomprehensible for the longest after laughing as hard as he was.
"Saengie yah, when Kyu said aim for the head, I'm pretty sure that he meant the other one..."
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Rule Seven: Survival takes precedence over fashion
YoungSaeng and HyunJoong's joint shrieks drew the others' attention from running for their lives, thanks to HyungJoon this time, to see the two fighting against the hold of a pair of zombies who decided it would be easier to grab at their long hair than anything else.
When Jungmin and HyungJoon went to help, they too were grabbed, yet by the scarf around Jungmin's neck and HyungJoon's capelet that they insisted were practical as well as fashionable. It took some doing, but thanks to KyuJong's brain and practical arsenal of weapons, they managed to escape somewhat unscathed.
It wasn't until they were all behind closed doors that the always-calm KyuJong let into them all. "Seriously, you guys? Seriously?! In case you hadn't noticed, those things out there want to kill us and eat us! Why would you give them something to grab onto to make it easier?"
"Um, it looked good?" Jungmin answered lamely, squawking as he was smacked upside the head.
"Hyun and Saeng, I can almost understand since they could just braid their hair if they had a thought in their heads, but you two," he accused, pointing to the two youngest, who looked startled while the eldest two just looked sheepish. "Jungmin, it's the middle of July. Why are you wearing a scarf in the first place? And if you say fashion, I swear to God, I'm going to shoot you."
The redhead shut his mouth with a snap.
"And HyungJoon...Who even wears a capelet nowadays?!" he shouted.
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Rule Eight: DO NOT GET SEPARATED
"I give up," YoungSaeng sighed, running a hand through his much shorter hair. He and HyunJoong had hacked it off shortly after nearly being eaten again. KyuJong was scary when he was mad and they'd rather not go through that again. Looking around and seeing no one there-again-YoungSaeng walked back into the living room and dropped onto the couch with a sigh. He nearly fell off with a cry when the others all jumped out, scaring the living hell out of him.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
The surprise was on them when he punched each one of them before grabbing the cupcake birthday cake and locking himself in his room.
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Rule Nine: Drinking=bad idea
It was the last day of the year when they all finally decided that after all the shit they'd gone through during the past few months, one night of drinking wouldn't kill them...they hoped.
YoungSaeng and HyunJoong however, regretted the decision the moment Jungmin and KyuJong were caught making out in the back room by HyungJoon, who was quickly dragged inside. The two eldest looked at each other before shrugging and heading inside the small room as well.
They vacated the house later that night when the flesh eaters showed up. Apparently, KyuJong and YoungSaeng were loud when drunk and hands and other parts began wandering.
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Rule Ten: Take nothing for granted since you don't know when it'll all end
They had finally found time between running and killing zombies and surviving to relax like normal humans trapped in an abnormal situation. Clothing was strewn around the room, one's boxers indistinguishable from another's. The bed was large and roomy, big enough even to fit all five comfortably. No one felt like moving, so they simply laid there, a tangled mix of limbs and blankets.
No one knew when they had moved past companions to whatever they were now, but none complained, enjoying the strange peace and normalcy they seemed to create. For now, they'd all remain together, liking their chances better when it was five against the world.
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"Of course, I'm sure your chances would improve if you didn't break these rules nearly as much as we have," YoungSaeng concluded with a chuckle.
"But where would the fun be in that?" Jungmin asked, walking into the camera's view and all but draping himself over YoungSaeng's lap, practically purring as the elder began to run long pianist's fingers through his shaggy hair.
"Much less stress on those of us who have to keep you in line, for one," KyuJong chuckled as he walked over and patted Jungmin on the head as you would a small child before taking the chair that HyunJoong had brought over. Once he was seated, HyunJoong decided that KyuJong's lap seemed far more comfortable.
"Admit it, KyuJongie, it's fun to watch Min and Joonie do stupid things," the leader pointed out, poking his cheek with an index finger.
"Hey! I'm not that bad," HyungJoon pouted as he stomped over to the group and plopped himself down on the floor.
"Yes you are," the other four stated before laughing as the youngest folded his arms over his chest petulantly.
The sudden loud banging on the doors startled them all as they scrambled to their feet, tripping over each other more than once, looking around for the escape route they had plotted out upon entering the studio.
"Okay, time to go," HyunJoong stated, getting up from where KyuJong had dumped him on the floor. Nodding, the small group all gathered their things and ran for the back door. YoungSaeng, however, stopped and ran to the camera again.
"Before we go, if anyone sees a goofy-looking guy answering to the name of Jongwoon or Yesung, smack him for me," he stated before HyunJoong ran back over and grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him away with a yelp.
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The large group watched the monitor in midtown, amusement clear on their faces. One particular person, however, wasn't so amused, especially when the youngest of his group smacked him upside the head.
"Yah! What the hell'd you do that for, Kyuhyunnie?" he whined, rubbing the back of his head.
Kyuhyun smiled, completely unrepentant. "He told me to."
Pairing: OT5
Rating: R, but barely
Warnings: mentions of people eating, gross stuff, and sex
Notes: minor appearances by Super Junior's Yesung and Kyuhyun
Summary: "Well, I guess all I can really say is that my name's Heo YoungSaeng and this is more or less how I, Kim KyuJong, Kim HyunJoong, Kim HyungJoon, and Park Jungmin have survived the Zombie Apocalypse."
The small group of people had all gathered in the tiny room, door-and all others in the modest sized studio-locked and barricaded just in case . After an hour of serious discussion, and twice that of rambling incoherency, they had all decided to finally try to help in their own small way.
Settling into the surprisingly comfortable chair, the one they had chosen to deliver their message was working on breathing and focusing so he wouldn't clam up as was his default when nervous. He ran a hand through shaggy black hair. After this, he needed to convince them to hunt down a pair of scissors or something, because this was just not right.
"Yah, you done primping over there, Princess?" the energetic redhead asked, only to yelp when he was hit by the shoe that suddenly flew at his head. The three following snickers made him smirk at a job well done.
"Tell me why we chose me to do this again?" he asked, eyes flitting from one to another. "If you recall, talking isn't exactly my forte."
It was their unofficial, yet official leader that responded. "You're prettier. People listen to the pretty ones."
The other shoe connected with his shoulder.
"As amusing as this is, I don't exactly know how much time we have here, so we may want to hurry," their mother hen spoke up as he was was fiddling with the video camera, thankful for his internship at the television studio in his hometown. Passing it over to the youngest in their group, who they'd found hiding in a tree of all places, he moved to the control panel.
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Monitors all over the city suddenly flared to life, lucky that the power grid hadn't been compromised too badly. All that was shown was a young man who was nervously twitching, dark eyes focused on everything but the camera for a moment before a voice to the side drew his attention back to the apparent task at hand.
"Um, hi. If you're seeing this, then thank God that you're still alive. I suppose that I should start by stating the obvious, huh? Well, it seems that zombies have taken over Korea. Yeah, I know. Who would have thought that we'd all actually find those lame ass movies and shows a reality, right? Well, hate to break it to you, but that's what happened."
"We've found ourselves experiencing the damn zombie apocalypse, and this is nowhere near as amusing as the movies. The group of guys that I found myself traveling with and I are all from different areas but it's the same everywhere apparently. Well, we figured that it would be a good idea to share things we've learned to stay alive as long as we have, so if you've been too afraid to brave the insanity past your doors, which I seriously hope are barricaded, our experiences might be able to help."
"Feel free to stop rambling whenever," a deep voice chuckled from somewhere behind the camera, earning a glare from the speaker before he rolled his eyes and looked back at the camera.
"Well, I guess all I can really say is that my name's Heo YoungSaeng and this is more or less how I, Kim KyuJong, Kim HyunJoong, Kim HyungJoon, and Park Jungmin have survived the Zombie Apocalypse."
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Rule One: Make sure it's not someone playing an elaborate joke, whether it's Halloween, April Fool's, or otherwise
"Saengie yah, I think there are zombies outside," his friend stated, pulling YoungSaeng away from his video game.
"I'm sorry, but what?" he asked, making sure that he hadn't heard wrong. "I could have sworn that you just said there are zombies outside."
"I did. I really think that there are zombies," he insisted, stepping away from the window just long enough to drag YoungSaeng away from his game to see.
Sighing as he was dragged to the window, YoungSaeng looked at his friend blandly. "Seriously, Jongwoon Hyung. I don't know if you got the memo, but there is no such thing as-oh, there are zombies outside," he stated lamely before yelping when Jongwoon smacked him.
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Rule Two: Do NOT get separated
"Goddammit, Jongwoon! Now is not the time to pull this shit!" YoungSaeng shouted, panicked enough without the added hastle of his best friend vanishing when there were flesh-eating zombies chasing them around the city.
The two friends had been sneaking around to avoid the large clusters of creatures around the town. YoungSaeng had turned a corner sharply and turned back to make sure that Jongwoon was still there, only to find himself alone and confused as to how his friend could have been there one minute and gone the next.
"I know that he gets distracted by shiny things, but you'd think the possibility of being eaten would act as a good deterrent," he muttered as he backtracked a ways, only to give up and run when he nearly crashed into his neighbor. He was pretty sure, however, that his neighbor's head was properly attached the last time he'd seen him.
"Sorry, Hyung! You're on your own!" was all YoungSaeng yelled before turning tail and running for his life.
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Rule Three: Be aware of your surroundings
A week after the world went to hell in a handbasket, YoungSaeng was still by himself, having pretty much lost Jongwoon for good. He had finally decided to come out of hiding and get some air before he died of suffocation and boredom, finding himself in a nearby park.
He had just approached a cluster of trees when he heard a loud crack from above him. Looking up, he had no time to react when the body fell from one of the trees with a shriek, landing on YoungSaeng. The two laid there unmoving, air knocked out of them both, before the stranger and he both yelled and scrambled away from each other.
If there was one thing that YoungSaeng had learned, it was that zombies were stupid. They didn't climb trees, let alone fall out of them, and they didn't yell, or release the girliest scream he'd heard coming from a guy.
The other must have come to the same conclusion, because a moment later, they both jumped to their feet and pointed at each other.
"You're not a zombie!"
"Good observation, geniuses," a voice snickered, startling them both as they tripped over each other and fell to the ground in a heap. "And this is why you shouldn't climb trees when you already suck at it, HyungJoonie yah: you fall on people," he chuckled as he walked over and helped them both to their feet.
"Well sue me...I thought he was a zombie," the young man known as HyungJoon pouted.
Glaring, YoungSaeng did the first thing that came to mind; he punched him. "Yah! I am not a zombie!"
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Rule Four: Your chances of survival go up with a group
"Park Jungmin, do you wanna die?!" HyungJoon yelled as the tall redhead simply stood there, bored. "Are you even listening to me?!"
Jungmin, and everyone else in the room along with him, winced at the sound. "Of course I'm not listening to you. Do I ever?" he asked, question mostly rhetorical.
Apparently, Jungmin really should have asked for backup when he decided that wandering aimlessly around the zombie infested city was a good idea. He was just lucky that KyuJong had found him before he led the pack that had been chasing the redhead straight to their front door.
Sighing in exasperation, YoungSaeng and KyuJong watched on as the two argued, HyunJoong chiming in now and again, laughing as his small remarks would make matters worse. HyunJoong, feeling the eyes on him, turned around with a smile.
"What? This is better than a movie," he stated before turning his attention back to the squabbling couple.
Maybe electing HyunJoong as leader of their group wasn't the greatest idea...
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Rule Five: DO NOT get separated
"Are you kidding me?!" YoungSaeng yelled as he looked around, realizing that he was alone. One would think that the apocalypse, or whatever they were experiencing, would increase solidarity. He had, until they returned from making a food run. Finding zombies in your living room was never a good thing.
Running down the street, he made a quick right turn, only to crash into HyunJoong, taking them both to the ground. They remained there dazed before the familiar sounds of shuffling feet snapped them back. Getting to his feet, HyunJoong grabbed YoungSaeng by the wrist and pulled him up before dragging him to where the others had taken up residence.
They continued to run until they were positive they weren't being followed. Once they stopped, HyunJoong yelped as he was kicked by his groupmate. "Yah! What was that for?!"
"Ditching me, you asshole," he stated before walking inside, slamming the door on HyunJoong, oddly satisifed at the pained shout when the door hit him in the face.
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Rule Six: Always aim for the head
If there was one thing that YoungSaeng sucked at, it was his aim. It wasn't so bad when he was armed with close combat weapons, but give him a gun and he rarely hit his mark. It was how the group found themselves in the shooting range of the local police department, long since abandoned.
"Okay, Saeng," KyuJong began. He was, after all, the group's best shot. "Just fire at the target and we'll see if you got any better."
"Not gonna happen," Jungmin muttered playfully before hiding behind their leader after the death glare he received.
KyuJong rolled his eyes before clipping in the target and sending it back a decent distance. "Remember to aim for the head."
Turning away from Jungmin, still annoyed, YoungSaeng brought the gun up and began firing. Once the bullets were completely spent, he dropped the gun to his side and waited as KyuJong called the target back. When it came to a stop in front of them, however, everyone fell silent and stared. A moment later, Jungmin paled drastically as the other three fell over laughing, drawing a deep flush to YoungSaeng's cheeks.
All of the bullets had indeed hit their mark, all embedded in the same area. The only problem was that that area was the target's groin.
HyunJoong, by some miracle, had stopped enough to speak, usually incomprehensible for the longest after laughing as hard as he was.
"Saengie yah, when Kyu said aim for the head, I'm pretty sure that he meant the other one..."
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Rule Seven: Survival takes precedence over fashion
YoungSaeng and HyunJoong's joint shrieks drew the others' attention from running for their lives, thanks to HyungJoon this time, to see the two fighting against the hold of a pair of zombies who decided it would be easier to grab at their long hair than anything else.
When Jungmin and HyungJoon went to help, they too were grabbed, yet by the scarf around Jungmin's neck and HyungJoon's capelet that they insisted were practical as well as fashionable. It took some doing, but thanks to KyuJong's brain and practical arsenal of weapons, they managed to escape somewhat unscathed.
It wasn't until they were all behind closed doors that the always-calm KyuJong let into them all. "Seriously, you guys? Seriously?! In case you hadn't noticed, those things out there want to kill us and eat us! Why would you give them something to grab onto to make it easier?"
"Um, it looked good?" Jungmin answered lamely, squawking as he was smacked upside the head.
"Hyun and Saeng, I can almost understand since they could just braid their hair if they had a thought in their heads, but you two," he accused, pointing to the two youngest, who looked startled while the eldest two just looked sheepish. "Jungmin, it's the middle of July. Why are you wearing a scarf in the first place? And if you say fashion, I swear to God, I'm going to shoot you."
The redhead shut his mouth with a snap.
"And HyungJoon...Who even wears a capelet nowadays?!" he shouted.
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Rule Eight: DO NOT GET SEPARATED
"I give up," YoungSaeng sighed, running a hand through his much shorter hair. He and HyunJoong had hacked it off shortly after nearly being eaten again. KyuJong was scary when he was mad and they'd rather not go through that again. Looking around and seeing no one there-again-YoungSaeng walked back into the living room and dropped onto the couch with a sigh. He nearly fell off with a cry when the others all jumped out, scaring the living hell out of him.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
The surprise was on them when he punched each one of them before grabbing the cupcake birthday cake and locking himself in his room.
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Rule Nine: Drinking=bad idea
It was the last day of the year when they all finally decided that after all the shit they'd gone through during the past few months, one night of drinking wouldn't kill them...they hoped.
YoungSaeng and HyunJoong however, regretted the decision the moment Jungmin and KyuJong were caught making out in the back room by HyungJoon, who was quickly dragged inside. The two eldest looked at each other before shrugging and heading inside the small room as well.
They vacated the house later that night when the flesh eaters showed up. Apparently, KyuJong and YoungSaeng were loud when drunk and hands and other parts began wandering.
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Rule Ten: Take nothing for granted since you don't know when it'll all end
They had finally found time between running and killing zombies and surviving to relax like normal humans trapped in an abnormal situation. Clothing was strewn around the room, one's boxers indistinguishable from another's. The bed was large and roomy, big enough even to fit all five comfortably. No one felt like moving, so they simply laid there, a tangled mix of limbs and blankets.
No one knew when they had moved past companions to whatever they were now, but none complained, enjoying the strange peace and normalcy they seemed to create. For now, they'd all remain together, liking their chances better when it was five against the world.
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"Of course, I'm sure your chances would improve if you didn't break these rules nearly as much as we have," YoungSaeng concluded with a chuckle.
"But where would the fun be in that?" Jungmin asked, walking into the camera's view and all but draping himself over YoungSaeng's lap, practically purring as the elder began to run long pianist's fingers through his shaggy hair.
"Much less stress on those of us who have to keep you in line, for one," KyuJong chuckled as he walked over and patted Jungmin on the head as you would a small child before taking the chair that HyunJoong had brought over. Once he was seated, HyunJoong decided that KyuJong's lap seemed far more comfortable.
"Admit it, KyuJongie, it's fun to watch Min and Joonie do stupid things," the leader pointed out, poking his cheek with an index finger.
"Hey! I'm not that bad," HyungJoon pouted as he stomped over to the group and plopped himself down on the floor.
"Yes you are," the other four stated before laughing as the youngest folded his arms over his chest petulantly.
The sudden loud banging on the doors startled them all as they scrambled to their feet, tripping over each other more than once, looking around for the escape route they had plotted out upon entering the studio.
"Okay, time to go," HyunJoong stated, getting up from where KyuJong had dumped him on the floor. Nodding, the small group all gathered their things and ran for the back door. YoungSaeng, however, stopped and ran to the camera again.
"Before we go, if anyone sees a goofy-looking guy answering to the name of Jongwoon or Yesung, smack him for me," he stated before HyunJoong ran back over and grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him away with a yelp.
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The large group watched the monitor in midtown, amusement clear on their faces. One particular person, however, wasn't so amused, especially when the youngest of his group smacked him upside the head.
"Yah! What the hell'd you do that for, Kyuhyunnie?" he whined, rubbing the back of his head.
Kyuhyun smiled, completely unrepentant. "He told me to."