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justice4gyeongsu · 3 months ago

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━━━ 'CHAPTER FOUR' [WHEN DAWN BREAKS]

SYNOPSIS ➢ a fast-spreading outbreak soaks the school in blood. quite literally & figuratively.

PAIRING ➢ lee suhyeok x male!reader

AU ➢ enemies-to-lovers au!

CONTENT WARNING ➢ this chapter contains; classism, homophobia, bullying, embarrassment, mentions of gore, blood, cannibalism [let me know if i missed any!]

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[DAY OF THE OUTBREAK…]

sitting at your front door, tying your shoes, you can't shake the feeling that something's off. last night's sleep was weirdly quiet - no dreams, no whispers in your ear, no memories bubbling up to the surface. just a big, empty space where your subconscious usually runs wild. it's unnerving, to be honest. you're used to your mind being a bit of a battlefield, even when you're sleeping. but last night, it was like someone hit the mute button. and now you're left wondering if this is what it's like when... well, when it's all over. is it just silence? nothingness?

the thought sends a shiver down your spine. you're not sure what's more unsettling - the idea of an afterlife that's just a blank slate, or the possibility that last night was just a weird fluke. either way, you can't shake the feeling that something's shifted, and you're not sure what's coming next.

your father's footsteps broke the spell, and you refocused on tying your shoes as the TV droned on in the background. the familiar sounds of his morning routine were comforting - washing dishes, drinking tea, and making job calls. occasionally, he'd cook breakfast, a rare treat when finances allowed. you'd learned to supplement your meals with snacks from school, stashing them away for weekends.

as the news anchor spoke, a name caught your attention - "missing student from hyosan high" - and you turned to see the scientist teacher's son on screen. but before you could process the news, your father's gruff voice cut in, "what'd you do to your hair?" his question was a stark reminder of your own daily struggles. you hesitated, a sheepish shrug your only response. the salt spray you'd applied to enhance your natural texture had slipped your mind, but the 35 anxious glances in the mirror hadn't. you'd sought validation in your reflection, ensuring the subtle waves framed your face just so. "just wanted to, uh, try something different," you mumbled, the words trailing off like a hesitant confession.

your father's gaze lingered for a moment, as if searching for a hidden meaning, before he turned away, disappearing into his room. the unspoken dismissal was clear: time to head out. with a quiet sigh, you grabbed your bag and slipped out the door, leaving the uncertainty of your father's reaction behind, like a lingering whisper in the morning air.

as you locked the door, a spark of excitement ignited. you headed down the steps with enthusiasm, careful not to trip. today was a first: ditching the bus for your bike. it was a small change, but one that filled you with unexpected joy. the prospect of feeling the wind and sun on your face was exhilarating. you smiled at how something so simple had awakened a sense of adventure. your feet hit the concrete with a loud thud, and as you looked up, three imposing figures loomed before you. their black coats billowed behind them like dark wings, and their smiles seemed to hold a sinister intent. you knew exactly who they were - and your heart sank. one of them concealed a bat behind his back, and your excitement was replaced with icy fear. paralyzed, you couldn't even think of calling the police. your father's words still lingered in your mind: "if you want me to live, let them beat me." the memory of his scolding made your stomach twist with anxiety. the men simply walked past you and began to head to the door you once came from only seconds ago. with shaking hands, you hastily untied your bike and stuffed the chain into your backpack, desperate to escape the ominous scene unfolding before you.

as you entered the classroom, your gaze instinctively sought out choi namra, your deskmate and sole point of reference. the murmur of conversations momentarily subsided as you took your seat, but you stood firm, refusing to be swayed by the subtle scrutiny of your peers. today, you had made a deliberate choice to style your hair, sweeping it aside to reveal your face in a departure from your usual disheveled appearance. the tangled locks that often obscured your features were now neatly parted, with wavy bangs framing your tired eyes. just as you settled into your chair, a gentle voice pierced the air, speaking from behind namra, who was engrossed in her textbooks. onjo's warm, kind eyes met yours, accompanied by a soft smile and a subtle thumbs-up. "y/n-ah, you look great today," she said, her words catching you off guard with their sincerity. a spark of surprise ignited within you, leaving you momentarily breathless. did she just say.. great?

your eyes only blankly blinked at her words until you cleared your throat, “w-what?” you asked. unfortunately, the sound of a high-pitched voice had cut off onjo’s next words. “yah!” the entire classroom was now facing a pink-cardigan-wearing nayeon who angrily stepped towards her desk. to which, he was surrounded by wujin and his friends. “get off of there. you stink,” she commanded to gyeongsu, who was sitting on top of her desk. your eyebrows raised at the interaction, gyeongsu hopped off the abnormally upset girl's desk. “oh, okay. my bad,” he spoke with a slight confusion in her tone. he proceeds to wipe off any excess ‘stink’ that he might have left, nayeon raises her voice once again at this. “cut it out! you're so dirty,” she shouts in disgust while moving her backpack away from him. to say that nayeon was privileged was an understatement, but you knew that already. “what the hell is your problem?” gyeongsu murmurs before taking a step forward in rising annoyance.

luckily, his friend cheongsan wraps his arms around his shoulder and tells him to just let it go. knowing that arguing with a disdainful girl like nayeon was practically a suicide mission. before the situation could escalate for the worse, the teacher stepped foot into the classroom. signaling everyone to stop chatting and head to their respective seats.

as the chairs scraped against the floor, your gaze wandered to the window. a tiny mosquito buzzed against the pane, trying to get in. this reminded you of what those threatening men called your father - a mosquito. they said he was a nuisance who took risks and left problems behind. you wondered why your father never talked about his life, before or now. he kept his secrets to himself, never sharing anything you wanted to know. his silence was frustrating, and you wished he would open up.

“alright everyone, c'mon bring up the phones.” your teacher announced. everyone piled to the front to bring their phones, it wasn't something you cared for. the only person you would text nowadays should be your father. if he didn't get a new one every other week that is.

with what money? you never did ask.

when everyone finishes turning their phones in the teacher, being as intelligent as she is, texts the classroom group chat and you suddenly hear a notification sound coming from right in front of you. your long-ago friend, wujin, and to the right of him, was daesu. who quickly looked behind him and looked at namra and you. pretending it was you two who had their phone still, however the entire class knew it was him. including your teacher. “daesu, seriously?” a voice asked in disbelief as the rest of the class laughed at his failed scheme so early in the morning.

the teacher began to go on about english studies and you tried your best to focus this time. to put in effort and change your lifestyle around. you're gonna be the best version of yourself, you're tired of trying to blend in and be accepted, and you will exceed in everything you do your studies, the way you carry yourself, everything. today was the day when you no longer lived in fear and humiliation. the new you was something you are ready for and you're starting to no longer care if others aren't. “y/n-ah!” your head snapped up to the teacher who smiled at you and pointed at your hair, “you look so handsome, wow.” to say your cheeks heat up in embarrassment was an understatement, the class had quiet giggles and all eyes were on you once again. you nodded your head and awkwardly cleared your throat. “let's see… how about you give me your take on individuality, in this case?” she points to the chalkboard where she wrote her previous inquisitions.

with a surge of determination, you straightened your posture, shedding the timid persona that had held you back for so long. just 24 hours ago, you were a different person, but now, you were ready to evolve. taking a deep breath, you began to speak, your voice steady and clear. "um, in this character's case, …she lacks the idea of being her own person. she feeds off of what her friends decide at every moment.." you carefully avoided eye contact with your classmates, focusing intently on your words. "meaning that she kinda sets herself up for disappointment when her results don't match her peers." as you finished speaking, you felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. your teacher's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and a moment of silence hung in the air before she responded, "perfect answer." the words hung in the air like a badge of honor, a testament to your growth and newfound confidence.

suddenly, her eyes darted to the other side of the classroom and her gleeful demeanor changed instantly to a sternful one. “you, bare-su, stand up.” everyone's eyes shot to the back of the class, except yours. “what's with ‘bare-su’?” she asks as he stands up and everyone laughs once again but a little louder now. as you stare out the window, the uncomfortable conversation fades into the background. you'd rather not dwell on the past or revisit old emotions.

the warm sunbeams streaming through the glass wrap around you, and your mind begins to wander. a familiar figure pedals into your daydream - the boy from the bike shop, with eyes like a fox and dark hair that makes your heart skip a beat. the memory of him is a balm to your soul, a sight that soothes your eyes and stirs your pulse. the thought of seeing him again sends a thrill through you, and you can't help but wonder when your paths will cross once more.

kyungho, kyungho, kyungho…

the name stuck to you while you gaze at nothing in the classroom. “oh yeah? what did y/n just say then?” the teacher's question cut through the air, snapping you back to reality as it echoed off the wooden classroom walls. suhyeok's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze fixed on you as if seeing you in a new light. your hair, styled differently, and your eyes, no longer hidden, seemed to have caught him off guard. as his gaze met yours, you quickly looked away, pretending not to care, trying to conceal the flutter in your chest. you didn't want him to think you still had feelings for him, that his presence still affected you.

“he uh… he said..”

just as suhyeok was about to speak, hyeonju burst into the classroom, her shocking appearance captivating everyone's attention. her face was pale, with blood trickling down her cheeks and lips. gasps filled the room as the teacher called out her name, but hyeonju collapsed to the ground, unresponsive. classmates rushed to her side, forming a circle around her as ms. park rushed to her aid. you remained seated, stunned, as ms. park cradled hyeonju's limp body, her face a picture of brutal injury. it looked like she had been hit by a car, with deep gashes and bruises covering her skin. the room was filled with worried murmurs and shocked expressions, as everyone struggled to process the scene unfolding before them.

you stood slowly from your seat when you heard someone ask their friend beside them “did she just say the science teacher drugged her?” your heart dropped. you had had some odd conversations with the science teacher before. him asking you to stay a bit after class and telling you if you felt like you needed to defend yourself from others, to always fight back, and then they’ll leave you alone.

little did he know that you have already done that and it still didn't exactly solve your crisis. you would just nod and awkwardly look away before saying you had to be home soon or else your father was going to come looking for you, even if you both knew, he probably wouldn't. on certain days, the man's demeanor shifted to one of frantic urgency, as he emphasized the harsh principles of survival of the fittest. his intensity was unsettling, leaving you concerned about his well-being. before you could ask if he was okay, he would dismiss you, leaving your questions unspoken. reflecting on these encounters, you revisited the memories, searching for any subtle signs that might have hinted at his inner turmoil.

“we gotta get her up, can you get up, hyeonju-ah?” the teacher tried speaking calmly, but every student in the room knew she was frightened just as much as you all were. “i'll carry her,” suhyeok offered, and began carrying the drifting girl on his back with isak and onjo following out shortly behind. ms. park closed the sliding door, leaving all the students to gather in small groups and discuss what they had just witnessed.

the lunch bell's gentle chime echoed through the school's corridors, signaling the start of the midday break. students sprang into action, eager to escape their classrooms. but you lingered, lost in thought, as you made your way out. questions swirled in your mind: what was wrong with hyeonju? why were people blaming the science teacher? would she recover? and then, a nagging doubt: was suhyeok really looking at me-

you looked up to see cheolsu, a quiet boy often overlooked by his peers, crumpled on the floor. he winced in pain, his eyes wide with surprise, as if your accidental stare had been a physical blow. "oh, cheolsu, are you okay?" you asked, offering a helping hand and lifting him up with ease. the height difference between you two was striking, with cheolsu's slouched posture making him appear even smaller. "ugh, s-sorry...i was in a rush," he stuttered, his eyes cast downward, a habitual gesture that spoke volumes about his struggles.

you shook your head and apologized, "no, sorry, my fault, I wasn't paying attention." as you took a deep breath, your gaze lingered on the scabs around his neck, a subtle hint of a hidden struggle. sensing your notice, he seemed to shield his secret, and you instinctively covered the area with a gentle touch, pretending to rub his neck. seeking to shift the focus, you asked, "heading to the cafeteria?" but he sidestepped your question, his eyes locking onto your hair as he asked, "what's up with your hair?" the familiar criticism stung, a reminder of the constant scrutiny you'd been facing.

“j-just uh,” you hesitate, “doing something different,” you responded while clearing your throat, trying oh so desperately to avoid the awkward ambiance. cheolsu stared at your new look for a few more seconds until he looked at something behind you, his eyes widened before moving to the wall quickly. bewildered by his action, turning to see someone you despised. myunghwan, walking with changhoon smirked as they looked in both of your directions.

your heart sank as you turned to face myunghwan, his smug expression making your blood boil. changhoon, walked alongside him, a sneer twisting his features. you felt cheolsu's tension beside you, his eyes fixed on the duo with a mixture of wariness and hostility.

"look at this," myungwhan stated. they snickered to one another. you rolled your eyes and looked away trying to keep yourself neutral despite the growing unease in your chest. myunghwan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. his gaze roved over your new appearance, his expression dripping with disdain. "i see, you're trying to.. reinvent yourself," you rolled your eyes, fists clenched. “fuck off.”

but myunghwan just laughed, his eyes glinting with malice. "what, y/n? you gonna defend your new boyfriend? how cute.." you felt a surge of anger at his jab, but cheolsu's warning glance kept you from responding. changhoon, however, seemed eager to stir up more trouble. "yeah, what's going on between you two? you're not...together, are you?"

the air seemed to thicken with tension as myunghwan's smirk grew wider. you knew you had to defuse the situation before it escalated further. but how? you felt a familiar knot in your stomach as myunghwan's smirk seemed to grow roots, digging deeper into your skin. "what's going on here?" a soft voice interrupted, slicing through the thick air.

you turned to see a quiet figure emerging from the crowd, their eyes fixed on changhoon with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

myunghwan's smirk faltered, and for a moment, you saw a glimmer of uncertainty. "just having a little chat," he said, his tone dripping with false nonchalance. the nurse's gaze lingered on myunghwan before shifting to you and cheolsu. "looks like a pretty one-sided conversation to me." the air seemed to vibrate with unspoken words, and you sensed a hidden dynamic at play. myunghwan's eyes narrowed, but the nurse's calm demeanor didn't waver. you looked down to see a rather odd looking infection on the nurses arm. her arm turning an almost black color, her neck twitching. cheolsu and you shared a look of concern, “um..m-miss…” cheolsu couldn't bring himself to ask so he simply pointed at her revealing forearm.

but before he could say another word, the nurse's eyes rolled back in her head, revealing only whites. her body began to twitch and convulse, her limbs flailing wildly like a puppet on a broken string. her skin turned a sickly shade of green, as moldy bread and dark veins bulge beneath the surface like twisted rivers. a low, guttural moan escaped her lips, growing louder and more menacing with each passing moment. she lunged at changhoon, her fingers grasping for his face like claws, her teeth snapping wildly with almost animalistic hunger. changhoon screamed, his voice high-pitched and terrified, as the nurse's zombie form tackled him to the ground. her hands closed around his head, her fingers digging into his hair like talons. cheolsu stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet as he desperately tried to escape the horror unfolding before him. his eyes were wide with fear, his face pale and sweaty. “what the…?”

suddenly the nurse took a huge chunk of the screaming boys cheek with her teeth. his screams reached new heights as he frantically tried to shake off the nurse's grip, but she held firm. his eyes widened in terror as he realized the nurse's eyes had turned a strange, almost feral gray. just as suddenly as it had begun, the nurse released her grip on the boy's cheek, and he stumbled backward, clutching at the wound. myungwhan saw the opportunity to shove her however, she had other plans. she rushed at him next but myungwhan turned around and shoved you while swiftly running away down the hallway. where many students were gathered around eyeing the intense and gorey happening just seconds ago. they all screamed and began to scatter, seeing that now changhoon was thrashing on the ground uncontrollably.

you hold your shoulder with your right hand, myungwhan had shoved you with full force causing your shoulder to ache and sting. you wince as you quickly gather yourself. you grabbed cheolsu’s arm, pulling him away from the chaos with a strength that was almost desperate. "we need to get out of here, now!" you yelled, dragging him down the hallway as the sound of the nurse's moans echoed behind you, growing fainter but no less terrifying.

cheolsu stumbled after you, your heart racing with fear. the hallway seemed to stretch on forever, the lockers and classrooms blurring together in a mad whirl of color and sound. you could hear the distant moans of people, growing fainter but still echoing through the corridors like a chilling reminder of the horror you'd just witnessed.

"wait, slow down!" he yelled, his voice hoarse from fear.

you didn't listen. your eyes were fixed on the outside quad, you could hear the distant moans and screams, growing louder with every step. you wrenched open the doors and shoved cheolsu first outside before you. "close it! close it!" you shouted, following close behind. as you shut the doors, you see students screaming inside and running into classrooms. panting, you gripped your shoulder once again in pain, while you both noticed people running away outside as well. “shit,” you cursed. “run! everyone run!” you turned to hear a girl screaming while running across the schools soccer field only to get tackled by two other bloodied peers. cheolsu shared a look with you before you both ran toward the outside set of stairs of the school as the infected horde burst through the doors you were once holding behind you.

climbing up the stairs, step by step, you felt weightless until a sudden jolt sent you flying. your body rolled and bounced, landing with a sickening crack on your shoulder. the pain was excruciating, and your scream echoed through the staircase as you finally came to rest at the bottom. gritting your teeth, you opened your eyes to see the cause of your fall: a girl with black braided pigtails, her leg twisted at an unnatural angle, bone protruding from her skin. her eyes, bloodshot and wild, locked onto yours as she gurgled and began to crawl towards you with an unnatural speed. you rolled onto your side, desperate to escape, but she climbed on top of you, her grip on your sweater tightening as she pulled herself up to your face. with a surge of adrenaline, you grabbed a nearby rock with your one good hand and swung it behind you, connecting with a sickening crunch.

in a stroke of luck, the rock sent the girl flying onto the grass, momentarily freeing you. as you gazed up, cheolsu remained paralyzed on the same step, his eyes wide with shock. “cheolsu, help-” you yelled, but the girl latched onto your ankle, attempting to sink her teeth in. you grunted, shaking her off with a series of swift kicks. cheolsu's horror-stricken expression lingered as the girl scaled you once more, her relentless grip unyielding. trying to wriggle free from the girls grasps, you look around quickly to find anything to get away.

just as all hope seemed lost, a fleeing girl accidentally collides with your attacker, diverting her attention. seizing the opportunity, you broke free from the infected girl's grasp. you looked up to see cheolsu's fleeting glance before he turned tail and sprinted up the stairs, abandoning you. “wait, w-where are you going?” you shouted, alarm rising in your voice.

as cheolsu vanished from sight, you sprang to your feet, still reeling from the harrowing encounter. but your relief was short-lived, as another classmate - bloodied and bizarre - began to stir across the school yard. his eyes locked onto yours with a menacing glare, and he charged towards you with a ferocious intensity, plowing through others in his path. his bloody mouth twisted into a snarl as he sprinted closer, and you gasped in terror, bracing yourself for the impending impact. but just as he launched himself into the air, something unexpected happened - a shocking savior appeared out of nowhere, sparing you from the brink of disaster. your eyes widened in astonishment as you turned to behold the last person you ever expected to save your skin.

“we gotta move! come on,” suhyeok grabbed your good arm and pulled you alongside him. you grunted while running feeling a sharp pain every time you moved your body to keep up. you noticed he wasn't alone, choi namra was beside him as well. you never seen her face in any other emotion besides serious. right now, it was horrified.

"what's.. what the fuck is going on?" you panted, wincing in pain as suhyeok's grip tightened around your arm. "what's happening to everyone?"

suhyeok didn't answer, his eyes fixed on some point ahead as he dragged you through the chaotic school yard. choi namra kept pace beside him, her horrified expression never wavering. her eyes darted towards you, and for a fleeting moment, you saw a flicker of concern before her mask of seriousness slipped back into place.

"let me fucking go!" you demanded, trying to keep up with suhyeok's frantic pace. you ripped your arm away from him as you kept running.

"hurry up,," he gritted out, his jaw clenched in determination. "we need to get out of here, now." as you ran, the sounds of mayhem grew louder - screams, crashes, and an eerie, unsettling laughter that sent shivers down your spine. you risked a glance over your shoulder, and what you saw made your blood run cold. the school yard was descending into chaos. students were attacking each other, their eyes vacant, their movements jerky and unnatural. some teachers tried to intervene, but they were vastly outnumbered. the once-familiar surroundings were now a war zone, with desks overturned, windows shattered, and debris scattered everywhere.

suhyeok yanked you back into a sprint, his grip on your arm like a vice. "don't look back!" he yelled. "keep moving!" choi namra kept pace beside him, her eyes scanning their surroundings with a mix of fear and determination. "we need to find a safe place to hide," she shouted above the din. suhyeok nodded, his eyes fixed on a point ahead. "there!"

he led you towards the ladder that was leading up to a window in the school building. you all rushed towards it, once close enough you pushed namra to go first, “go, try to open-”

“no, its not safe. i'll go,” suhyeok states before moving her aside and beginning to climb the ladder, you attempted to hold back an eye-roll. if namra and you were down by where the crazy students were, how were you guys safer..?

you didn't ask the question aloud, as there was no time to bicker over insignificant things. suddenly, you seen two figures barreling towards you and namra. “namra, go up, now!” you grabbed her hand and hoisted her onto the ladder, “go! climb!” you seen suhyeok was being pulled into the window, quickly going back to reach for namra. as namra's feet disappeared into the window, you felt a surge of relief wash over you. but it was short-lived, as you saw suhyeok's eyes widen in terror. "hurry! hurry!" he shouted, his voice strained. you turned to him and tried as quickly as possible to climb with two legs and one working arm. you could hear then snarling as you went upward, when you start to feel the ladder tipping back and forth. the weight of the two men making the ladder almost fold under the pressure, “come on! you got it!”

suhyeoks voice rung through your ears, the burning in your shoulder making you wanna just give up, as you reach your arm for the next step, you suddenly feel yourself being grabbed and hoisted upwards. your body feeling light when you came through the window. suhyeok pulled you with all his might and the pull carried you both to the nearby wall. you stumbled into your dimly lit english classroom, gasping for breath. suhyeok slammed the windows shut behind you, leaning against them to catch his breath. choi namra stood guard, her eyes fixed on the doors as if waiting for the inevitable. you leaned against a nearby wall, your mind reeling with questions.

“so? whats going on out there?” nayeon asked impatiently. out of breath, you held onto to your shoulder gently. everyone out of breath or staring was quiet. no one dared to speak. “are you deaf?” she shouted with a voice crack.

“shut up,” you muttered. everyone's eyes were glued to you now. “what?” she asked with disbelief, folding her arms over her chest. you closed your eyes while holding in tears because of the pain in your shoulder. “i said…shut up.” you repeated with vigor this time. standing upwards nonchalantly while looking at the doors who were being held by your classmates. “oh you little piece of-”

“stop it! both of you! now's not the time for this!” jimin shouted. you winced again with a heavy breath this time. once again all the attention turned towards you. “what happened to you?” onjo asked while walking towards you, only to be stopped by her best friend, cheongsan. onjo glared at him before removing his arm, however choosing to still stand beside him.

“i fell,” they stared at you for more information, “down the stairs outside. one of those..things tackled me.” upon being further informed the students all seemed to be getting more nervous.

“oh..my god. what the hell are they?”

the two girls huddled in the corner with freak-struck facial expressions. meanwhile gyeongsu looked like his arms were gonna break from holding the door from opening. “don't you know? theyre.. zombies.”

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urperfectcinnamonroll07 · 2 months ago

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Could you do a nam-ra x fem reader basically the reader is a new teacher straight out of college and namra and her get trapped in a room during the apocalypse and they do some freaky and kinky stuff if not its ok or you can change it and ofc namras 18

Apocalypse

requested?: yes pairing(s): choi nam-ra x afab!teacher!reader genre: smut, slight angst warning(s): characters are all aged up to 18 or over, age gap (isnt specified how big, reader is older), sub!nam-ra, dom!reader, mentions of blood and injury, zombies, smut, oral (nam-ra recieving), reader being a gentle dom, reader and nam-ra are both not virgins, but reader has more experience with girls, slight nipple play, squirting, nam-ra being insecure for a few seconds (reader comforts her), nam-ra had never been eaten out, mentions of a slightly toxic past relationship (on nam-ra's behalf), very rushed summary: 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘮-𝘳𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰... 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 word count: 2.7k a/n: i dont even know what to say here guys, but oh my god thank you so so so much for all the love white tee has been getting because jesus christ, i honestly didnt expect it to get so much love and im literally freaking out having to get requests done bc im also trying to finish king of sloth in the background of writing, but thank you all so much for all of the love and appreciation i have been getting oh my god!! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (p.s this is the first time i have ever written wlw smut, so im so sorry if its bad guys, feel free to give me some feedback!)

this wasn’t what you expected when you decided to take the job at hyosan high school, to say the least.

you weren’t a very squeamish person, but zombies walking around everywhere? nuh uh, that was the end of you. but of course, this was just your luck for accepting the first job you could get after you had finished university and got a degree. maybe you should have waited until another job offer had come and see which one was better. but there wasn’t much time to think about it now, what had been done was done and now you were stuck in the middle of a freaking apocalypse.

wasn’t really what you thought you would be doing once you got out of university, you thought being a teaching assistant would be fun, just to train you for the real thing. but now you were stuck in the middle of a classroom, hiding away from the flesh eating zombies when you heard multiple footsteps running past your door.

you peeked out from where you were sat under the teachers desk, and alone behold, a group of teenagers you barely recognised ran past. and a few minutes later, calling out. you weren’t completely stupid, you knew zombies couldn’t talk, much less say another student’s names.

the corridor with your class was fairly empty of the zombies, but you knew it wouldn’t take long for them to get there if they heard, or smelled, fresh meat. you rushed out from underneath the teachers desk and opened the classroom door that wasn’t fully barricaded by chairs and desks.

the girl now, you recognised, choi nam-ra, a class president. you called her over, and she walked into the classroom, helping you barricade the door with chairs and desks as you both heard the zombies start to come down the corridor.

you leant against the tables as you both finished stacking and barricading the door. nam-ra stared at you for a couple of seconds before speaking up.

“have you been in here since the start?” she asked quietly, you glanced up at her and nodded.

“who were you calling out for?” you asked in return.

“me and the group i was with got separated. i was slightly slower than him because i’m injured, and nobody turned around to check i was still with them” your eyes widened and you began to back away when you heard about her injury, when she reassured you. “its not a bite, i promise”

she lifted her skirt up slightly to show you an extremely bloody bandage on her leg, she began to unravel it to show you the fairly deep gash underneath, you winced slightly.

“you didn’t get any of their blood in it?” you asked softly, kneeling down to examine the gash. you were no professional, but you had some medical training and knew what to do in this situation.

“no” she whispered, looking down at you, her face slightly flushed.

you nodded softly and told her to sit on one of the chairs left in the middle of the room, she did as you asked and you rifled through the cupboards to find any kind of med kit that may help, you eventually found one and walked back to nam-ra, pulling up a chair in front of her and telling her to lay her leg on it before pulling another chair up and sitting on it.

you got rubbing alcohol and put it on a clean cloth.

“this may hurt” you tell her, looking into her eyes, she nodded slightly.

you started cleaning around the cut before softly cleaning the cut as well as you could, nam-ra winced and gripped onto your free hand that was sitting on your lap. you glanced up at her face, she had her eyes screwed closed, her hand gripping onto yours tightly.

you finished cleaning the cut and grabbed the needle and thread inside of the med kit before looking at her. her eyes were trained on your hands, before realising you had stopped and she looked at you.

“this may hurt a little more than cleaning” you say, and she nodded again.

you stitched her up, making sure it was neat and tidy before you grabbed some more bandages and bandaged her leg up as though to preform a protective field.

“all done” you smile at her, patting her leg slightly. “you’re going to have to be as careful as you possibly can with that leg now, as careful as you can be in an apocalypse” you say as you put the med kit back where you got it.

“thanks” she says, and you turn to her with a smile as you close the cupboard.

“its no problem at all”

for the next few hours, you sat and talked about school, and how it was going for her and you, you being a new person to the school. since you were decently young, you had a lot of the male student hitting on you, and you both joked about it seeing as nam-ra had the same problem but slightly different as she was slightly younger than them all.

the zombies were still crowded outside your room, so you had no way of getting back out and finding the rest of nam-ra’s group, but she told you that she wasn’t that worried about it as she had at least someone with her.

as it started to get dark, you found two cans of some kind of food before walking back to nam-ra with the two in hand.

“not the best, but its as good as I can do” you smile sympathetically at her.

“its fine, truth be told i haven’t eaten in a couple of days, so i would eat anything” she smiles up at you as you hold a can out to her.

you both ate in silence, the only sound being the zombies outside.

when you had both finished eating, you carefully took the cans and placed them with the other empty ones you had already eaten. making sure the doors were secured and no zombies could get it, you sat with nam-ra again.

“you should sleep” you said softly as you saw her tired expression. “you’re injured after all” she only nodded in response, figuring it was the best you could get, you turned your attention to the door.

not long later, you found yourself watching nam-ra, who was sleeping on your shoulder, her head had fallen there when she started to drift off. you hadn’t realised until now how utterly gorgeous she was. you also didn’t realise you were starting to fall asleep until your head layed on top of nam-ra’s and you both fell into a peaceful sleep.

you awoke what felt like hours later as a zombie had fell onto the door, but the barricade kept the door closed. you felt nam-ra’s head lift from your shoulder, you had supposed she had maybe woken up from the noise, so you looked down at her, not realising how close her face was to yours as she looked up at you.

you felt her breath fan across your face as your faces neared eachother. you just about heard her breath hitch over the drum of your heart getting louder and louder with each passing second.

“can i kiss you?” you whisper, your lips practically touching hers.

there was silence for a beat, then another beat, and another. but she replied. if you weren’t listening so intently then you definitely would have missed it. but somewhere between your mingled breathes and pounding heartbeat, a small “yes” came from nam-ra’s soft plush pink lips.

there was absolutely no time wasted in crashing your lips to hers in a needy kiss. your heart was in your throat as she kissed you back. what was going on? you had been with girls before and not grown too attached, but right now? right now you were acting like a fucking schoolgirl with a petty fucking crush. you felt like kicking your legs and giggling. but you didn’t, you glued your hands to each of her cheeks as she clambered onto your lap, resting her hands on your shoulders as she straddled you.

she moaned into your mouth, which you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into her mouth, earning another small whimper from the girl who was now grinding down onto your lap. you rolled your hips into hers, creating the most delicious friction. you felt heat rush down to your core, your clit starting to pulse with need. you could also feel the growing wet patch in man-ra’s panties as she continued to grind against you.

you pulled away and looked up at her through your lashes.

“have you ever done this before?” you asked softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“yeah…” she answered, but you sensed a but.

“but?” you prompted her.

“but never with a girl” she admitted, you smiled softly at her.

“you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to” you said, stroking her cheek softly with your thumb.

“no… i want to, can we just take it slow for now?” she asked softly, looking down.

you gently hooked your finger under her chin and lifted her face so she was looking at you again. she searched your eyes for a few seconds before you spoke.

“of course we can, you just need to tell me if it gets too much, yeah? safe word is red” you waited for her to nod softly before attaching her lips back to yours in a somewhat softer kiss. it was still hungry and frantic.

you unbuttoned her school shirt and lifted it off of her shoulders, taking in her almost bare form before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, throwing it god knows where in the room. you instantly attached one of your lips to her right tit, massaging the other with your free hand as you grasped her hip with the other to keep her in place as you sucked and lapped at her hardened nipple.

not long later, you swapped over to the other side and repeated the same process. nipping, sucking and licking at her nipple and massaging her other tit.

you hadn’t realised until nam-ra had tugged your blouse off of your shoulders that she had unbuttoned it while you were so busy engrossed in her tits that you saw nothing. she then reached behind you and unclasped your bra so you were both bare chested. you flipped yourselves around so she was sat propped up against the wall and you were sat in-between her legs, tugging at her panties with your bottom lip drawn between your top teeth. you moaned softly when she was fully exposed you, you tugged her skirt down so she was now fully naked in front of you.

when you stared for a minute too long, man-ra’s face flushed a deep shade of red as she turned over to cover herself. you instantly pinned her down on the floor, pinning her wrists either side of her body as you looked down at her.

“don’t do that baby” you whispered softly.

“do you… not like my body?” she asked hesitantly, your gaze softened entirely as you captured her lips in a soft kiss, savouring her sweet taste.

“baby i love your body” you said once you had pulled away. “you are so fucking gorgeous and never forget that” you added, she nodded.

you kissed her once again, but it was only brief as you began to kiss down her neck, leaving small nips and bites as you travelled down, kissing in-between her breasts and then down to her stomach. when you got in-between her legs, you spread them softly with your hands and licked your lips slightly before diving in.

but before your mouth could come into contact with her sweet-looking pussy, she pushed your head back. you looked up at her and gave her a questioning look.

“i’ve never… no one’s ever…” she cut herself off, but you knew exactly what she meant, you gave her a soft smile.

“no one’s ever eaten you out before, baby?” you ask, your voice velvety soft.

“no” she swallows softly, “my last boyfriend only used me, he never made me come” the words spilled off of her tongue faster than she could control them.

“never?” you asked, bewildered on how someone could never give nam-ra her own pleasure and only focused on herself. she only shook her head. “well, we don’t have to if you don’t want to” you reassure her.

“no, i’m sure, i want to… i just wanted you to know” she said, her eyes wide.

you nod softly before putting your head back in-between her legs. and this time, when you placed a soft kiss to her pulsing clit, she shuddered. you smirked softly before licking a long stripe up her slit and sucking harshly on her clit.

“taste to good” you mumble against her sopping cunt.

your words must have given her some pleasure and confidence as her hands suddenly travelled down to your hair and tugged softly. you didn’t stop your brutal attack on her clit as you kept sucking and giving it small kisses and licks. your movements were eliciting soft moans and whimpers.

you sensed nam-ra must have been getting close because she started to buck her hips away from your mouth and close her legs, but your arms around her thighs prevented her from moving so far as you pulled her back to your mouth, giving her clit harsher sucks.

you continued your actions for a few more seconds until nam-ra’s body tensed. her back arched and threw her head back, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. you looked up at her through your lashes, watching her face intently as a cry fell from her lips. liquid came from her pussy as you tried to lap up all of her juices.

you sat up and wiped her juices from your chin, looking down at her with a soft smirk on your lips.

“how do you feel?” you asked, looking down at her drunken expression.

“good. so good. what happened?” looked up at you.

“you squirted baby” you stated, your smirk turning into a smile.

“is that a good thing?”

“it just means you’re enjoying yourself” you explained, “do you want to continue, or do you want to stop?”

“what’s the next thing?” she sits up.

“scissoring. its where you rub your clits together to make friction. we don’t have to if you don’t want to”

she nodded eagerly, you smiled and brought her chin to yours as she unzipped your pencil skirt. you tugged it down your legs, your panties following not far behind, never breaking the kiss.

you easily positioned yourselves so that your clits were touching. you started rubbing yourself against her clit, she bucked her hips at the overstimulation. you held her in place as you continued to rub your clit against hers.

you were both moaning out, the zombies outside banging against the doors at the sound, but you both paid no mind and continued your actions, your bodies slick with sweat as you grinded your hips down onto hers. nam-ra helped by bucking her hips upwards to meet yours.

not long later, you began to feel the knot tighten in your stomach, signifying that you were close to the edge. by the frantic look in nam-ra’s eyes, she was beginning to reach the edge aswell.

“come with me baby, come with me” you say as your orgasm got close.

you moaned out, keeping your eyes open to see nam-ra’s face as she came, you came almost straight after, continuing to rub your clits together to ride yourselves out of your highs.

after you had both come down from your highs, nam-ra was straight on your lap, hugging you close. her eyes were barely open as she did so.

“you tired, baby?” you whisper to her, rocking her backwards and forwards before moving yourself so you were sat against the wall. by the time you looked down again, nam-ra was fast asleep on your shoulder.

#smut #angst #choi namra #choi namra x reader #aouad #all of us are dead

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kooosmiko · 1 year ago

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𝗣𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗌 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 ─── 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽

★ gênero: fofo; ★ pequenas sinopses: voces estão em um relacionamento e após uma briga, ele decide te pedir desculpas ★ personagens: gwi-nam, su-hyeok, gyeong-su, cheong-san x f!reader

Gwi-nam: Definitivamente o errado da briga, e eu sinceramente acho que ele não iria ser o primeiro a pedir desculpas e você, então, você que deveria ir até ele (mesmo que Gwi-nam fosse o errado).

Cheong-san: Ele faria um pedido de desculpas simples, mas fofo ao mesmo tempo. Te dando seu doce fav, sendo um pouco meloso, de dando cafuné e logo te chamando para sair.

Su-hyeok: Mesmo se fosse o certo da briga, ele iria fazer questão de pedir desculpas a você, sendo o mais fofo e atencioso possível.

⸻ Desculpa... ⸻ Ele falou após cruzar a porta da sala de aula, com uma carta pequena e simples na mão, deixando-a em sua mesa.

Você o olhou, sorrindo de canto e sem dizer uma palavra, concordou com a cabeça em um 'sim' sútil. Ele sorriu, e disse:

⸻ Quer rodar o centro de Seul depois da aula? ⸻ Ele perguntou sorrindo.

Gyeong-su (meu namorado): Uma criança num corpo de um adolescente, ficaria emburrado e envergonhado de pedir desculpas.

⸻ Vai pedir desculpas, agora! ⸻ Cheong-san falou empurrando o melhor amigo, que esbarrou em você na hora.

⸻ Ah, desculpa por essbarrar em ti ⸻ Ele disse coçando a nuca e meio sem jeito. ⸻ E tambem, hm....me desculpa pela briga..

⸻ Pensei que não iria me pedir desculpas! ⸻ Você sorriu dando um beijinho na bochecha.

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ashitakaswriter · 5 months ago

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choi nam-ra and y/ns instagrams 💕

#choi namra #choi nam-ra #choi namra x you #choi namra x y/n #choi nam-ra x you #choi nam-ra x y/n #choi namra x reader #aouad #aouad x reader #gn reader #gn!reader #dlh edits #insta edit #aouad insta

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dadyscumslutprincess20 · 2 years ago

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Survival| All of us are dead| Gwi-nam x reader| Part one

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Y/n Pov

Jolting out of bed as I turn to my left side , checking the clock that was sitting on my nightstand

'5:30 Am'

"Shit we're going to be late" I thought

Quickly getting out of bed as I slip my feet into my house slippers heading towards my bedroom door

Opening the door as I head for La'Niya room which was right across from mine , once I reached her room door I open the door heading for her sleeping figure as I shake her awake

"LA'NIYA GET UP WE'RE GOING THE BE LATE" I yell at the top of my lungs shaking her as hard as I could after a few minutes she starts to groan before sitting up in bed

" I'm up , I'm up god" La'Niya says as she sighs

Giving her a smile as I head back toward my room going straight for my bathroom to start my morning routine

After brushing my teeth and washing my face I turn to the shower and proceed to turn on the luke warm water

After waiting for a few minutes I get undressed and step inside the shower feeling the warm water hit my body I began to quickly relax

After a while, I began to wash my body with my favorite vanilla scented body wash

After washing my body a good 2-3 times I turn off the water, opening the sliding door to the shower I carefully step onto the tiled floor making sure not to slip

When I was fully out of the shower I grab my dry towel that hangs in my bathroom and quickly but carefully make my way in my bedroom

Grabbing my undergarments as I put them on , heading for my closet as I grab a outfit since we didn't have a uniform from our school yet , not for a whole week to be exact , sighing as I put on lotion then started to get dressed

Once I was dressed I grab my glasses off my study desk as I grab my lip gloss applying a small amount as I rub my lips together to mix it in

Putting my lipgloss in my backpack along with all my notebooks and pencils , grabbing my perfume as I spray on a even amount then put it in my backpack while zipping it closed

Grabbing my sweater off my study chair as I put it on , grabbing my backpack , taking off my house slippers as I bed out my bedroom door seeing La'Niya heading out also

"Copy cat" La'Niya says smiling

"As if " I say laughing a bit as we head down the stairs

Once we made it down stairs we give our mom a kiss as we was to the front door putting on our shoes as we head out the door , making sure to lock the door behind us

Once we were sure the door was locked we started our walk to school

As always we talked, joked around even sang our hearts out on our way there

After a while , we came to a pair of traffic lights and we immediately come to a stop waiting for the lights to change

After 5 minutes of waiting there was a crowd of teens in the same uniform as we looked at the group of teens

' They seem to be in a rush' I thought turning back to my sister and continuing our chat

After 5 more minutes the light finally changed signalling that we could now cross the street

At a quick pace we began to walk as some students were running as if their lives depended on it

After 10 minutes of walking we finally arrived in front of the school gates walking a bit faster as we made it before the gates closed

Once we were inside the gate I took a glance back to see students signing their names on a clipboard that a teacher and as giving to them

Looking at the other kids for a while I saw a boy who seemed to be teased someone who's in the line outside the gate

Feeling a gap on my shoulder I quickly turn around to see La'Niya was telling me to hurry

Running a bit to catch up to her and continuing our speed walking pace as we entered the school building

Heading to the principal's office, knocking on the door and waiting for a answer to enter

After a while we heard a voice say "Come In" quickly wilding the door open and entering the principal's office as La'Niya headed for a seat while I closed the door behind us then took a seat beside her

"Ah you must be Y/n and La'Niya Kim daughters of the famous businessman Mr Kim and Famous actor and Kim correct" The principal says as he gives us a huge smile

"Yes that's us sir" I say as I give a polite smile

"Well then here's your schedules , I made sure to give you both the same classes as requested" the principal says as he give us our schedules

Taking our schedules as we look them over seeing we had all the same classes as I smile as La'Niya

"Oh by the way is there any one named Namra and He-" y/n says but gets city off by the door busting open

Turning toward the intruders to see a group of boys as they all entered the office one by one but .. the one that caught your eyes was your ex-boyfriend... Gwi-Nam

Rolling your eyes as you turn back towards the principal

"We're going the head for class" I say as I give a quick smile , grabbing La'Niya hand as I pull her up walking for the door

Before I could walk out the door my arm was grabbed , looking down at the persons hand as my eyes slowly travels up the persons hand til I was met with the eyes of Gwi-nam

"No hi doll, you don't miss me" Gwi-nam says as he smiles at you

"Fuck off gwi-nam" I reply with a bored expression

"Aw you used my first name , no baby, honey, not even daddy huh" Gwi-nam says with a smirk

"As if , your dead to me asshole" I say as I pull my arm out of his grip , pulling La'Niya out the door with me as I look at my schedule while heading down the hall for the stairs

Gwi-nam Pov

Smirking as I watch y/n walk out the principal's office

"You know her" guy in the purple hoodie says (I don't know his name I just know he was the 3rd one to turn by the nurse )

"Yeah and she's off limits" I say turning toward him

"But what's her name" Myeong-hwan says with a smile

#all of us are dead #gwi nam x reader #yoon gwinam #black reader #female reader #fem reader #choi namra #nam onjo #netflix #fanfic

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allofusaredeadsimp · 1 year ago

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Desperate II

HEYYY Guys! I haven't posted in to long! So many things to do! But thank you, all of you, who reacted and followed me. It means the world to me! SOOO, here is, FINALLY, Part 2 of "Desperate".

It hurts. That's the first thing you thing when you wake up. You slowly open your eyes, rubbing the strange sleep and drowning sensation that something is horribly wrong, and that staying asleep might chase it all a way. You open your eyes anyway, though, and stare right into On-Jo's eyes. "Yah!", you yell, heart pace quickening, then slowly returning to normal upon recognizing your best friend. You suddenly laugh, remembering how horrified you were, just what felt like mere moments ago. "You would not believe the dream I had today! I was walking down the hall, and was attacked and...", you trail off, eyes taking in the room around you. On-Jo, Ji-Min, Na-Yeon, Su-Hyeok, I-Sak, Dae-Su, Gyeong-Su, Nam-Ra, and Cheong-San, the latter sporting a nastly-looking gash, and all not looking good. "What.. no, no no no no no nonononono".

There was no way, that that anything you experienced in the last hour was real. No way. There couldn't be.. things, ravaging your school, killing people, EATING, people. But you were smart. Smart enough not to deny it. And even smarter enough, to believe it. "When?", you croak, throat tired, the drowsiness becoming a luxury that you wish you could return to. But you were wide awake now. You stand up, dusting your skirt, in a way that makes you recall the last hour. Slowly, your hands find their way back to your sides. "Not to long ago", replies On-Jo, handing you a cheap, crinkly plastic cup of water. "Well, honestly, we don't know exactly when, but we know that it was some time before lunch", Su-Hyeok jumps in, popping his back of the wall, and coming over to help you to your feet. You feel your heart shatter as you stand. What would your Mother and father think? How much they would worry, and what if.."This isn't just in the school? I mean, what if? If it's happening here, then how can we assume it isn't happening elsewhere, too? like back home?", I-Sak speaks your thoughts. You look around you again, as the room falls into a knowing silence.

"Gyeong-Su, close the door more tightly you big oaf!", you hear Na-yeon's high pitched and nasally voice yell. You all turn from you designated spots in the classroom, looking over at the young boy. You seem to notice this kind of stuff at times like these. How young everyone is. How no one is yet deserving to die. "I am! And don't think you have a place to talk, you snobby, spoiled girl!", Gyeong-Su snaps back. "What did you just call me!?", "Alright everyone, enough yelling. There are people going crazy, there is no time for bickering", Cheong-San interjects, but the two adolescents ignore him, opting for their bickering, instead. "Well, at least I'm not a poor rat!" "EXCUSE ME!?", you sigh, sharing a look with the girls, while the rest of the people in the room try to break the two apart. "I HATE YOU!" "And i don't? the feelings MUTUAL, honey!". You roll your eyes, but in the process you notice something. And open latch. A broken window, a gap, where there shouldn't be. You dash up, running to close it, catching everyone's eyes, and stopping the bickering in the process. But before you can, the door is slammed open, knocking the wind out of you. You fall back, already knowing that the person behind this door, they, were going to be trouble.

YASSSS! Finally got around to posting this! I sincerely hope you guys like it! I want to be able to get back to posting! Please interact, and FOLLOW! It helps the motivation! Oh, and requesting does too, 🤭.

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anas-mindblogglingwriting · 2 years ago

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Hopelessly Lost

☁︎Submarry :ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵉˢ ʰᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵉˡˢᵉ ᵒʳ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ʰᵉ?

☁︎genre: angst

☁︎warning: FULL ON ANSGHT WITHOUT FLUFF JUST ANGST BECAUSE WHY NOT.

꧁ TᕼIS STORY IS HEAVILY ᗷY 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 - 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗻 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘄/𝗵 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗯𝘆 𝗥𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗴𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘆 (𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱 listening 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀)

➪𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 ,𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙰𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲

"𝚜𝚞𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔-𝚊𝚑" 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝒉𝒊𝒎

"𝚘𝚑 𝚑𝚒"

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚝��𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.

'𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢?' 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊��𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.

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"𝚈/𝚗"

"𝚈/𝙽 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃"

𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚞 𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞

☁︎𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚟

"𝙾𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕?"

"𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝?"

"𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 , 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

"𝙾𝚑 𝚘𝚔 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?"

"𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 , 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝? 3-4 𝚙𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍"

"𝚘𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐"

"𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢? 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 do 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔"

𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗..𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢

"𝚘𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 , 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏...𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔"

"𝚊𝚑𝚑 𝚘𝚔𝚔 , 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜?"

"𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝"

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su hyeoks pov:

"𝚂𝚞 𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢?" 𝙶𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 , 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚈/𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢."

"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛"

"𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛."

"𝚢𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎"

"𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝚈"

"𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏"

"𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃?" 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢

"𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 , 𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝒉𝒆𝒓"

"𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 saying that" 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍

"𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 , 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝" 𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗

"𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?"

"𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘"

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"𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜" 𝚠𝚞𝚓𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍

" 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎"

"𝙱𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕" 𝚍𝚊𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

"𝙸 𝚊𝚖"

𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

"𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈?" 𝙳𝙰𝙴 𝚂𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙻𝚈

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛"

"𝙾𝙷𝙷 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝒉𝒆𝒓?

"𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝒉𝒆𝒓" 𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢

"𝚘𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚢/-"

𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚞𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍

"𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢"

"𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢?" 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎

"𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢"

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑-"

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍

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'𝚒 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚞 𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍' 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜

𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚈/𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎.

𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨

"𝚜𝚞𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔?"

"𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎"

"𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢?"

"𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚝𝚑𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎" 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛

"𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

"𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚎?"

𝙽𝚘

"....."

"𝚂𝚞𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎"

"......"

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚙.

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𝚈/𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚟:

"𝚑𝚎𝚢"

𝚆𝚞 𝚓𝚒𝚗

"𝚘𝚑 𝚑𝚒"

"𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 in"

𝚒 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍

"𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝"

"𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛, 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐"

"𝚘𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑"

"𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗?"

"𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 56 , 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 " 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔

"𝚘𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 , 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍?"

"𝚢𝚎𝚜,𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢/𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎" 𝚑𝚎 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙

"𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚘"

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𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟:

𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢/𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚞𝚓𝚒𝚗?

𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎..𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚘

𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜..𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 , 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢

𝚘𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚊 , 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢

"𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝" 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎

𝙸 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛

"𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞"

𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋

"𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗

𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢

𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 her 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.

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𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊��𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 1 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮

𝙸 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝙶𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞

𝙳𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚞

𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚊𝚗

𝙽𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚒

𝙹𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗

𝙾𝚗𝚓𝚘

𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚔

𝙷𝚢𝚘𝚛𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝..

"𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙶𝚄𝚈𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚈/𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝚄𝙹𝙸𝙽" 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍

𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛

"𝚕𝙴𝚃 𝚄𝚂 𝙸𝙽" 𝚢/𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍

"𝙽𝙾 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙸𝙽" 𝙽𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑

"𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳"

"𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚄𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁𝚂" 𝚆𝚄 𝙹𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚃 𝚄𝚂

𝚍𝚊𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗

"𝙰𝙸𝚂𝙷 𝚆𝙷𝚈𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙸𝙽"

"𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

"𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑"

"𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎"

𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢

"𝚠𝚎 ��𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 , 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎" 𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍

"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝"

"𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝"

"𝙳𝙾 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶"

𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

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on hold.

#lee suhyeok x reader #lee suhyeok #all of us are dead #park solomon #lee cheongsan #choi namra #cho yi hyun #choi nam ra #aouad imagine #wujin x reader #Spotify

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vex91 · 4 months ago

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All of Us Are Dead Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Lee Cheongsan:

Nothing yet...

Nam Onjo:

Nothing yet...

Choi Namra:

Nothing yet...

Lee Suhyeok:

Nothing yet...

Jang Hari:

Nothing yet...

Park Mijin:

Nothing yet...

Yoon Gwinam:

Nothing yet...

#all of us are dead x reader #lee cheongsan x reader #nam onjo x reader #choi namra x reader #lee suhyeok x reader #jang hari x reader #park mijin x reader #yoon gwinam x reader

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kittykatchicha · 2 years ago

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Cheong-San x American exchange student! Female Reader

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Authors note

I honestly don’t know how to use tumblr😭 so like don’t judge me.

I also wrote this a long time ago. During lunch. Tough times.

But no one loves my boy Cheong-san enough so I took matters into my own hands 🙌

Oh! And listen to West Coast by Lana Del Ray I guaranty it’s life changing🥱

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TW: Zombies, violence (???), I think that’s it im sorry if there’s more

Oh and I used Google translate for the Korean part😭😭 sorry if it’s wrong or wtv

Oh and I don’t think I’ll make a part 2

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Cheongsan POV

We were watching gyungsu climbed down the hand made rope and tap against the window to the broadcasting room. We suddenly saw someone open the window and grab him inside. We all gasped out of fear not knowing what had grabbed my best friend. His head sprung out of the window and screamed “guys miss park is in here!”

We all sighed out in relief and then helped our other friends climb down. I heard talking then silence while climbing down so I got distracted, then all of a sudden a zombie jumped out of the window and grabbed onto my foot. I screamed out in shock and all my friends were screaming at me to kick the zombie off.

I was in shock and couldn’t kick the zombie… I don’t know why I just couldn’t. Then that’s when I saw her… she was so pretty… her h/l h/c waving from her running to the window… her eyes filled with anger..? and ditermanation as she had a stick in her hands and pushed it against the zombie and it fell off me. She dropped the stick out of her arms and went back into the room as everyone stared at her in shock.

I got down into the room while suheyok was right behind me. I saw my friends and they started getting mad at me and then I looked up and saw a group of kids talking to each other in hushed voices. I then saw the really pretty girl that helped me look up from the other students and stare at me with… this harsh glare like she was mad.

I blinked my eyes at her in confusion as she rolled her eyes and turned to face the students. Miss park got our attention and told us that the group of students were the new American exchange students and that they can only speak English. In miss park’s class we were being taught English so I knew a little. She had them say there names.

The first person was a guy named James. He had black straight hair to the side that was short (he’s not emo😭). The next student had thick black hair, darker skin than the boy, and wore a black mask. Her name was isabella.

The next student was also a girl and she was darker than Isabella, her hair was a lighter brown with bangs and above her shoulders, her name was Camila but she said to just call her cami. Then there was the pretty girl that saved me… all she said was ‘y/n’ and whispered into a tall girls ear.

Then the two last girls said there names were ‘Izzy and Evelyn” Izzy was the tallest of them all with straightend short hair and Evelyn was shorter with light brown hair under her ears.Miss park said they had only spoken English so they couldn’t understand us when we spoke Korean.

I looked and see y/n pointing at something and whispering into Isabella’s ear as Isabella’s face became a horrid expression. I followed where her finger was pointing and it was pointing to my best friend gyungsu and on his hand there was a scratch mark. I looked at his face with shock and he looked at me and said

‘무엇’ (what) ‘손에 긁힌 자국이 있다’ (you have a scratch mark on your hand) he looked down and gasped loudly which caused all of us to look his way. ‘아니 아니 그건 막대기로 y/n 나를 때렸을 때였어’(No no it was when y/n hit me with the stick’ he pointed at her and she looked at him with an irritated expression.

Nayeon started screaming ‘그가 돌아서서 우리가 그를 여기서 내보내야 합니다 그렇지 않으면 그가 우리를 잡아먹을 것입니다’ (he’s gonna turn we have to get him out of here or else he’s gonna eat us!!!’ They started having a screaming match and i looked to see y/n looking at them with a distressed expression while all her friends were talking in hushed tones again but more fearful.

Miss park calmed everyone down and said that if we don’t feel safe then gyungsu can wait in the recording room to see if he’ll turn. As gyungsu stomped towards the room in anger and betrayal he looked at y/n with a glare and y/n returned one and he got into the room while slamming the door.

I turned when I heard a smooth kinda deep voice say something in another language. I saw how y/n’s mouth was moving but what I was hearing I couldn’t understand. Her friends started laughing loudly then y/n’s head turned fast to the door behind her and she smacked the back of their heads.

They all started rubbing their heads looking at her with very vengeful faces. The started scolding her loudly until she pointed to the door and then we heard zombies growling outside the door. They got quite and started talking to each other in a hush.

I spoke up saying ‘hello I know little English but I’ll try to speak to you as much as I can.’ They stopped and looked at me and Izzy spoke up saying ‘okay that’s good!’ And went back to talking to each other. I was flabbergasted to say the least.

Why hadn’t they wanna speak to me more? Was it bc I knew little English? Or bc they didn’t know me? I was gonna say something again but stopped when y/n walking up to the door to the recording room and flipped off gyungsu. I watched as gyungsu stood up and walked up to the door all angrily and started screaming at her, but nobody could hear anything.

Y/n then turned to miss park and said something I hardly understood. She then walked to the recording room and open the door to which gyungsu got up in y/n’s face and was saying ‘도대체 왜 그랬어 응?’ (Why the hell did you do that huh?) she stared at him blankly before saying ‘I saved your time from being in there’ he looked at her confused then she smacked him in the back of the head.

I reached out to grab her arm but then she said ‘좀비는 공격을 받거나 어떤 종류의 폭력을 받으면 돌아서기 시작합니다.’ (Zombies start turning from getting hit or any type of violence they receive) we were all jaw dropped from how she spoke that in perfect Korean. ‘I only know how to say that in Korean from the dictionary right here’ she then pointed to the dictionary on the smaller table near her hip. ‘Ohhhhhhh’ was what came out of everyone’s mouth.

30 minutes passing

Everyone was sitting around the room. I watched as y/n and Namra were talking. Who knew she was good at foreign languages. I looked and saw on-jo zoning out in her head. I nudged her with my shoulder and she turned her head fast to me. I chuckled as the confusion and anger sorwad across her face. ‘무엇’ (what) ‘당신은 구역’ (you were zoned out) ‘음 그냥 날 내버려 둬’ (oh well just leave me alone).

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention else where… else where being y/n. She’s just so pretty. I look down and see her hand intwerind with Namra’s? Why? She doesn’t even know Namra. I look over at Suheyok and see he’s looking at their hands also. He looks away and makes eye contact with me and then looks back down at his lap.

A few minutes later

I jerked up from my sleep and looked around to see nayeon and gyungsu arguing and y/n and Namra surrounding them. I get up and grab onjo with me and walk to them. Then I saw nayeon take out a rag with blood? On it and put it on gyungsu’s scratch. Y/n then grab nayeon’s hand and throw her away from him. I hear Minji gasp and I look at gyungsu and see his nose bleeding.

Y/n says something but I can’t understand it. Y/n puts her arm in front of Namra and start stepping away from gyungsu. He notices this and looks at them with such sad eyes and starts walking towards them. ‘난 아니야... 아니 난 안돌아갈거야’ (im not… no im not gonna turn) y/n looks at him confused then flinches when his neck snaps to the left.

Nayeon starts screaming to let him out, ‘아니 아니 내가 갈거야’ (no no I’ll go). He then starts limping to the door then y/n’s hand grabs his and stops him. She furrows her eyebrows at him and gives him a frown. He smiles softly at her and wiggles his arm out of her grasp and pushes her away from him.

Nayeon throws her bag at him screaming for him to go out. He slams against the table and then stops moving. Y/n notices Namra and puts her arm up to stop her from getting nearer. I start to hear growling and then gyungsu turns around his his mouth wide open and looks at y/n with hunger in his eyes. He starts running towards her and she slaps him across the face and he jerks away from her.

Daesu rushes up and grabs his arms to hold him away from my friends. I go over to the window and grab onto the rope.. I tell daesu to let him go and daesu looks at me like I have 3 heads, but then gets my idea. He lets gyungsu go and rushes to the back away from him. I start whistling the song we always whistle.

Gyungsu turns his head straight to mine, and starts running over to me. I see y/n reach out towards me but before she can get to me, I jump back away from the window holding onto the rope. I get back onto the window sill, hugging against the rope. Y/n is staring at me with little to no pity in her eyes. She looked away and placed her hand on Namra’s shoulder and started whispering to her.

Y/n’s POV

I can’t… why would she do that?! I look at Nayeon after Namra told me what she did. I spoke little Korean but enough to have a conversation. I walk up to Nayeon and slap her across the face. ‘당신이 그를 죽였다’ (you murdered him) I noticed everyone’s shock faces in the cornor of my eye.

Nayeons face was facing the left side and her hair in front of her face. Miss park comes up to us ‘이제 진정하자’ (lets calm down now). She grabs my hand gently and steps in between our body’s. I hear a voice at the cornor of them room that sounds so broken and hurt. ‘그녀는...��?’ (She…what?).

I look in that direction to see the boy that kept staring at me. ‘응. 그녀는 내가 사용한 좀비 스틱에서 쥐에게 피를 묻히고 그의 상처에 붙였습니다.’ (Yeah. She got blood on a rag from the zombie stick i used and put it against his wound) he looked at me with a shocked face then back at her with a sad one.

‘그것은 단지 당신 모두가 항상 나보다 그를 선택했고 나는 더 이상 그것을 견딜 수 없습니다. 나는 그보다 낫습니다.’ (it's just you all have always choose him over me and i just can't take it it anymore i'm better than him) ‘누가 니가 걔보다 낫다고 했어’ (who said you’re better than him?). Nayeon scoffs and starts saying how she’ll leave if that’s what everyone wants, and no one stops her… but miss park. After she leaves miss park runs after her. Daesu tries to run after miss park but we stop him.

Cheongsan’s POV

I keep my gaze to the floor until I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. I look up to see y/n. Her brows are furrowed with a look of pity and sorrow🙁. I stare at her and grab her hand to hold in mine. She seems shocked by it but doesn’t pull away. ‘미안해요’ (i am sorry..). I hear her velvety voice say.

‘네 잘못이 아니야’ (it isn’t your fault). She tightens her hold on my hand and pulls me back to sit on the wall beneath the window. She leans her head on the wall and closes her eyes, which gives me a view of her neck and side profile.

She turns her head towards me and opens her eyes to look at me. She puts her head on my shoulder and I put my head onto hers. I close my eyes, never wanting this moment to end, but it soon gets ruined by a growl of a zombie than I remember Gyungsu. A tear escapes my eye and falls onto y/n’s hand that is onto of mine.

I feel her head move under mine and I look to see her looking at me already. She wipes the tear that fell from my cheek and I put my hand on top of hers to keep it there. I hear someone call her name and she rolls her eyes and turns back around to see who called. Her friends are staring at us, some with confused faces others with pit full.

She looks back at me with a small pout on her pretty pump lips and I smile softly at her, nudging my head towards them letting her go. She stands up and walks towards them, tapping her foot eating for the to hurry up with what they want. I chuckle at that but frown remembering gyungsu and processing what happened not to long ago.

I hear footsteps but don’t care to see who it is. Two hands grab the sides of my face and bring my face up to see on-jo looking at me with a sad face. I look over to the side where y/n was to see her holding namra against her by her waist. A pang of sadness hits me.

#this Lowkey sucks #I Hope this goes viral #all of us are dead #aouad imagines #aouad #cheong san #choi namra #nam onjo #suhyuek #gyungsu #aouad x reader #aouad fluff

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soleurs · 2 years ago

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what if...i did some brainrots, would that make up for my lack of content?

#εїз . . . dear diary !#just asking #bc i have severe case #of lovestruck for suhyeok #and the thoughts i have for him #im so sorry namra 😔#aouad x reader #all of us are dead x reader

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justice4gyeongsu · 3 months ago

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━━━ 'CHAPTER NINE' [WHEN DAWN BREAKS]

SYNOPSIS ➢ music and forgiveness dont really go hand in hand as you'd expect.

PAIRING ➢ lee suhyeok x male!reader

AU ➢ enemies-to-lovers au!

CONTENT WARNING ➢ this chapter contains; flashbacks, near death experience, alot of angst, mentions of bullying, depression, some fluff, mentions of puking, reoccuring ptsd, exclusion, mentions of gore, blood, cannibalism [let me know if i missed any!]

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determination had fueled their attempt to break into the 'instrument room', but now, defeat settled in. daesu slumped against the unyielding door, his breath escaping in a frustrated sigh. "shit, it's no use." joonyeong's voice broke the silence, his stomach growling in protest. "i'm starving," he said, dropping into the chair beside daesu. the two groups sat in a face-off, a circle of chairs on either side of the room. namra positioned herself by the doors, ever vigilant, with suhyeok at her side. earlier, she had given him permission to intervene if necessary, but a reassuring word from you had eased her concerns. for now, everything was settling.

you crouched down, your eyes scanned the drawers beneath the chalkboard, searching for anything of value. your stomach growled, a gentle reminder of your hunger. you hoped to stumble upon something edible, but the first drawer revealed only a knotted mess of wires and extra outlet boxes. undeterred, you methodically explored each drawer, your fingers tracing the contours of the tangled cords, your mind focused on the task at hand. the silence was punctuated only by the soft creak of the drawers as you opened and closed them, your search fueled by a glimmer of hope.

suhyeok's gaze lingered on you, his eyes fixed from a short distance away. positioned strategically, he was close enough to offer assistance if needed, yet also within reach of namra, ready to intervene if the situation took a turn. his thoughts, however, drifted to a different time and place - the school hallways, where you had once been a fleeting presence, a whisper of a person, barely perceptible. your quiet nature had allowed you to blend into the shadows, your existence slowly fading from notice. but now, suhyeok's mind was consumed by the weight of a shared past, a dreadful day that had left an indelible mark. he couldn't help but wonder how he would ever find the courage to face you again, to reconcile the ghosts of your shared history.

as you took the smooth wires from the drawer, your gaze drifted to the right, drawn to namra's fixed stare on the door beside her. her intensity was noticeable, and you felt an inexplicable pang of unease. your eyes darted back to the wires, then returned to namra, your mind weighing a suggestion that instantly felt wrong. something about it seemed cruel, inhumane. sensing her awareness of your gaze, you quickly looked away, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. instead, you tucked the wire into your pants pocket, thinking it might prove useful someday. the gesture was a distraction from the uncomfortable moment, a way to shift your focus away from the unspoken tension.

as you rummaged through the adjacent cupboard, a treasure trove of guitar picks and sheet music lay before you, a seemingly endless supply. suddenly, a presence materialized beside you, and you turned to find suhyeok squatting next to you, his arms crossed over his knees. his face was a mask of solemnity, his gaze piercing as he looked at you. for a moment, you locked eyes with him, drowning in the depths of his dark caramel irises. then, you broke away, your focus returning to the cupboard's contents as you continued to dig through the clutter, the silence between you thick with unspoken emotions.

suhyeok's eyes remained fixed on yours, his gaze burning with an unspoken desire to connect, to bridge the gap that had grown between you. he wanted to talk to you, to ask how you were, to know what you were thinking, but the words caught in his throat like dry leaves. his mind was a jumble of emotions, a tangled web of regret, concern, and longing. he shifted his weight, his eyes darting to the floor, then back to yours, searching for a spark, a hint of what to say. the silence stretched out, a canvas waiting to be filled with words, but suhyeok's brush remained poised, unsure of where to begin. he cleared his throat, a faint sound, a prelude to speech, but still, the words wouldn't come, frozen in his chest like winter's snow.

you pushed the cupboard door shut, the soft click echoing through the room, a punctuation mark to your fruitless search. standing up, you stretched your arms over your head, arching your back in a gentle stretch. as you turned to move on to the next cupboard, your path was blocked by suhyeok's crouched form. he remained frozen, his eyes still fixed on your prior form, his expression a mixture of longing and uncertainty. his position, though unintentional, was a physical manifestation of the emotional barrier between you. you hesitated, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected obstacle. suhyeok, sensing your pause, slowly rose to his feet, his movements slow but fluid. his eyes try to meet yours, his gaze a gentle plea for connection, for understanding. the air was thick with unspoken words, the silence, a breathing entity that pulsed with unease.

as suhyeok shifted out of the way, you continued your search, moving downwards to the next cupboard. the door creaked softly as you opened it, revealing a neatly stacked array of small boxes, each adorned with labels in precise handwriting. curiosity piqued, you began to remove the boxes one by one, placing them down beside you on either side, creating a small assembly line of mysterious containers. the labels read like an odd inventory: "winter songs", "forgotten songs", "popular melodies", and "drafts". the boxes themselves were brown, their lids closed with a tiny click. as you arranged them, the silence between you and suhyeok remained, but your focus on the task at hand created a sense of purpose, a distraction.

suhyeok squatted beside you once more, his movements quiet as he positioned himself closer than before. his eyes fixed on the boxes, and he began to pick them up one by one, examining their contents with an air of curiosity. you didn't acknowledge him, your focus still on the cupboard's depths, but you were aware of his proximity, his shoulder almost touching yours. as he delved into the boxes, a faint rustling sound filled the air, accompanied by the occasional soft whisper of surprise. meanwhile, your hand closed around something unexpected in the back of the drawer - a hammer, its handle worn, its head heavy with use. you pulled it out, the tool feeling solid in your grasp, a contrast to the delicate boxes and their mysterious contents. suhyeok's gaze remained fixed on the box in his hands, but you sensed his awareness of the hammer, his attention piqued by the unexpected discovery.

suhyeok's fingers unfolded the paper he found in the box labeled ‘drafts’, his eyes scanning the contents with a mix of curiosity and reverence. as he read, his expression transformed, a softness creeping into his features. the paper was a letter, but not just any letter - it was a song, the words dancing across the page in a harmony of apology and longing. music notes were scribbled in the margins, a melancholic melody that seemed to match the rhythm of suhyeok's heartbeat. his voice, barely above a whisper, began to recite the words, the lyrics pouring out like a gentle stream:

"in the silence, i hear your voice

a whispered sorrow, a heartfelt choice

to let go, to move on, to find

a way to heal, to leave the past behind"

as he read, the words seemed to take on a life of their own, filling the space between you with a sense of yearning. the apology was raw, honest, and beautiful, a poignant expression of regret and hope. suhyeok's eyes never left the paper, but you sensed his gaze reaching out to you, his heart speaking directly to yours. the hammer in your hand felt heavy, a tangible weight compared to the ethereal beauty of the song. the moment hung suspended, a delicate balance of emotions, as suhyeok's voice faded into the silence, leaving only the echoes of the apology.

you rose to your feet, your focus swiftly shifting away from suhyeok and the emotional intensity of the moment. the hammer, still clutched in your hand, seemed to grow heavier as you walked towards the desk, its surface a blur of wood and scattered papers. with a quiet thud, you placed the hammer down, the sound a punctuation mark to your deliberate dismissal of the tender moment. the desk's edge was cool beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the warmth of suhyeok's words, still lingering in the air like a gentle breeze. you didn't look back, your gaze fixed on some invisible point beyond the desk, as if willing yourself to move forward, to leave the vulnerability of the moment behind.

as you stood there, lost in thought, your gaze drifted upward, and you noticed jimin sitting in a corner of the room, her eyes fixed on a small video camera she had discovered. the camera's lens was pointed at her face, and she was speaking in a soft, introspective tone, as if sharing secrets with an old friend. her words were directed at the camera, but they seemed to be meant for whoever might find the video in the future. "to whoever is watching this," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "i hope you're doing okay. i hope you're finding what you're looking for." she paused, collecting her thoughts before continuing. "i'm leaving this here in case...in case things don't work out. in case i'm not around to explain myself." her eyes dropped, her gaze falling to the floor as she struggled to find the right words. "i just want you to know that i tried. i tried to make things right, to fix what was broken." the camera captured every nuance of her expression, every tremble of her lip, as she spoke from the heart. you watched, transfixed, as jimin's words hung in the air, a message in a bottle, cast into the unknown.

jimin's eyes flashed with a hint of determination, her voice taking on a slightly harder edge as she continued speaking to the camera. "if you're watching this, and you're one of those who left us here...who abandoned us without looking back..." her words trailed off, as if she was collecting her thoughts, choosing them carefully. "i want you to know that i remember. we all remember. and i hope...i hope that someday, somehow, you'll face the consequences of what you did." her gaze seemed to bore into the lens, as if she could see the faces of those who had wronged her and the others. "punish them," she whispered, her voice dripping with a quiet intensity. "punish them for leaving us to rot in this place. punish them for not coming back for us." the camera captured the raw emotion on her face, the pain and the anger, as she spoke words that seemed to be torn from the very depths of her soul.

while jimin's words faded away, hroryeong gently took the video camera from her hand, her eyes filled with a deep sadness. she turned the camera towards herself, the lens focusing on her face as she began to speak in a soft, trembling voice. "mom...dad..." she whispered, as if the camera was a portal to the past, a way to reach the parents she had lost. "i'm sorry...i'm so sorry..." tears began to well up in her eyes, her voice cracking with emotion as she spoke to the camera as if it were her parents. "i remember the way you used to smile at me...the way you used to hold my hand. i remember everything." her gaze dropped, her eyes fixed on some point beyond the camera, lost in memories. "i wish you were here...i wish you could see me now. i wish you could tell me everything is going to be okay." the camera captured every tear, every quiver of her lip, as hroryeong poured out her heart to the absent parents, her words a poignant expression of love, loss, and longing.

you couldn't bear to watch anymore, the emotions raw and overwhelming. you turned away from the group, your gaze falling upon the last drawer, still unopened. your hand reached out, almost mechanically, and pulled it open. the contents were shrouded in darkness, a mystery waiting to be uncovered. as you peered into the drawer, the sounds of the group's confessions, their last words to the world, faded into the background. you felt a sense of detachment, as if you were observing yourself from afar, going through the motions. the drawer's interior revealed a blank empty cupboard. staring at it in defeat, you sigh and stand up with a small curse, “shit.”

you stood there, lost in thought, until suhyeok approached you once more, his footsteps quiet on the dusty floor. he stood beside you, his eyes fixed on the empty drawer, before turning to face you. his gaze was soft, his voice barely above a whisper, as he finally spoke to you. "i'm sorry," he said, his words simple, yet profound. "i'm sorry for not being able to save you." his eyes searched yours, as if seeking forgiveness, understanding. the air between you seemed to vibrate with tension, the weight of unspoken emotions, as suhyeok's words hung in the balance, waiting for your response.

suhyeok's voice cut through the silence, his words a gentle plea. "i need you to understand," he said, his tone soft, yet urgent. "i know i made a mistake. i know i let you down." he took a step forward, his eyes locked on yours, searching for a glimmer of forgiveness. "i was scared, ...but that's no excuse." his voice cracked, a hint of emotion seeping through. you scoff, “you were scared, huh?” you look away. "i should have been stronger, i should have been there for you." he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "i know i can't undo what's been done...but i need you to know that i regret it. i regret not being able to protect you." his words hung in the air, a heartfelt confession, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap between you. the silence that followed was heavy with tension, as if the very fate of your relationship hung in the balance, waiting for your response.

you shook your head, a slow, deliberate motion, as if trying to clear the words from your mind. "stop," you said, your voice firm, but barely above a whisper. "just stop." you raised a hand, a clear gesture of dismissal, as if trying to physically push the words away. "i can't forgive you," you said, the words tumbling out, a harsh truth. "i don't know if i ever can." suhyeok's face fell, his eyes dropping to the floor, as if the weight of your words was crushing him. "look its..," he whispered, but you cut him off. "stop talking," you said, your voice rising, a hint of anger creeping in. "just stop. i don't want to hear it." the silence that followed was oppressive, a heavy blanket that suffocated the room, leaving only the echoes of your words, a stark reminder of the chasm between you.

as you and suhyeok stood there, locked in a tense moment, neither of you noticed namra staring by the doorway, watching you both with an intent gaze. she was a silent witness to the emotional exchange, her expression unreadable. you and suhyeok were too caught up in your own emotions to notice her looking there, frozen in silence.

onjo appeared beside you, her gentle smile a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the room just moments before. she held out the camcorder, its lens still warm from onjo’s earlier confession. "here," she said softly, her eyes locked on yours. "i think it's your turn." her voice was a gentle invitation, a nod to the unspoken understanding that each of you had a story to tell, a truth to reveal. the camcorder seemed to hover in mid-air, a symbol of the trust and vulnerability that had been shared among you. you felt a sense of trepidation, a hesitation to bare your soul, but onjo's gentle smile reassured you, encouraged you to take the next step. the camera seemed to wait, patiently, for your story, your truth.

you sat next to the open window, the warm sunlight spilling in, casting a gentle glow on the room. the camcorder felt heavy in your hands, its weight a reminder of the responsibility that came with sharing your truth. you fiddled with the camera, your mind racing with thoughts of what to say, or if you should say anything at all. the silence was oppressive, a physical presence that pressed upon your skin, making your heart feel heavy. you looked out the window, watching as the sunlight danced through the leaves of the trees, wondering if you had the courage to reveal your own story. the others had shared their truths, their confessions, their regrets...but could you do the same? the camera seemed to stare back at you, its lens a constant reminder that this was your moment, your chance to speak. but the words wouldn't come, and you were left sitting there, frozen in uncertainty.

you took a deep breath, your finger hovering over the record button. you glanced around the room, ensuring no one was watching, before pressing the button and holding the camera up to your face. your voice was barely above a whisper as you began to speak. "hello, to whoever finds this. you may not know me, my name is..." you paused, a slight hesitation before continuing. "y/n l/n." the words felt strange on your lips, a formal introduction to an unknown audience. you took another deep breath, your eyes drifting out the window as you continued. "i'm not sure where to start, or what to say. i'm not even sure why i'm doing this." the camera's lens seemed to bore into your soul, as if urging you to reveal more. you hesitated, your thoughts racing, before finding the courage to continue. "i guess i just want to leave something behind, something true." the words felt fragile, vulnerable, but you pressed on, the camera's gentle hum a reminder that you were sharing your story, your truth.

your voice remained soft, but a hint of vulnerability crept in as you continued. "i'm the son of a mother who suddenly vanished..who couldn't bare to live the life that she had. i barely have any memories of her." the words felt like a confession, a revelation of a pain you'd long carried. "i remember pieces of her...a smile, a laugh, a warm embrace...but they're fading, like a dream i can't hold onto." you paused, collecting your thoughts before speaking again. "and i'm the son of a father who was consumed by debt...who thought staying down was needed to survive." a hint of bitterness seeped into your tone, a resentment towards the circumstances that had shaped your life. "he just let it happen, let them take everything from us." your eyes dropped, as if the weight of those memories was too much to bear. "i grew up with nothing...no stability, no security...just a constant sense of uncertainty." the camera's lens seemed to hold your gaze, as if urging you to confront the pain head-on. you took a deep breath, the words still flowing, like a river finally undammed.

your voice cracked slightly as you continued, the memories still raw. "i was a victim of bullies...relentless, merciless...they saw my weakness and pounced." your eyes flashed with a hint of defiance. "but i fought back...many times...i refused to stay a victim." despite the bravado, your tone betrayed a hint of sadness. "but it didn't matter...i was still an outcast...still alone." the words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the pain and isolation you'd endured. "i tried to fit in...to be like them...but i couldn't...i wouldn't." your gaze dropped, as if the shame of those memories still lingered. "i was a ghost in my own life...invisible, insignificant...." the camera's lens seemed to hold your gaze, a silent witness to the anguish you'd faced. you took a deep breath, the words still flowing, a cathartic release of the pain and hurt.

"no one will help you but yourself," you said, a fierce determination etched in your voice. "i'm the only one who showed up for me every single day that i woke up...i was there for me when i felt like this life was no longer worth living." your eyes shone with a quiet strength. "i was my own savior, my own caretaker...i learned to love myself, even when the ones i wanted couldn't." a hint of sorrow lingered, but it was tempered by a sense of triumph. "i learned to fight for myself, to the very end...to hold on to hope, even when it seemed like a distant dream." your gaze locked onto the camera, a fierce intensity burning within. "i am my own hero, my own refuge...i will not wait for someone else to save me, because i know that i am enough." the words hung in the air, a powerful declaration of self-love and resilience. "i will fight for myself, every day...and i will love myself, even if it's the only love i ever know."

a single tear fell, rolling down your cheek as you spoke, your voice trembling with emotion. "i will never be a victim again," you whispered, the words a solemn vow. "even before this outbreak, i was a survivor..” you trail off, “and i will continue to be for the ones that couldn't be.” you slowly reached out and pressed the stop button on the camera, the recording coming to an end. your gaze lingered on the device for a moment, as if ensuring the words were truly captured. then, with a solemn expression, you turned away from the camera and looked out the window. the sunlight streaming in seemed to fade into the background as your eyes drifted off, lost in thought. your face reflected a mix of emotions - determination, sadness, and a hint of hope.

you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder, a soft pressure that seemed to convey a sense of understanding. you knew it was namra without looking, recognizing the thin, long fingers that rested on your shoulder. you didn't turn to face her, instead, you simply raised the camera, offering it to her. the hand on your shoulder hesitated for a moment before namra slowly took the camera from you. her fingers brushed against yours, a fleeting touch that seemed to convey a sense of solidarity. without a word, namra turned and walked back to her chair by the classroom doors, the camera clutched in her hand. you watched her go, still gazing out the window, lost in thought. the silence between you was palpable, yet somehow, it felt less heavy, as if sharing your story had created a sense of connection, a sense of understanding. namra's presence seemed to linger, even as she returned to her seat, a quiet witness to the emotions that still swirled within you.

suhyeok's gaze lingered on your tired figure, his eyes filled with concern. he seemed to debate whether to walk over to you again, to offer some semblance of comfort. he couldn't hear anything you said to the camera which made him curious. but before he could make a move, namra's sudden action caught his attention. she quickly walked towards the long red curtains that kept out the zombies, her movements swift and purposeful. suhyeok's curiosity got the better of him, and he followed her, his footsteps quiet on the floor. as he approached, namra turned to him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and urgency. "i can hear something," she whispered, her voice barely audible. suhyeok's brow furrowed, his head cocked to the side as he listened intently.

the others quickly got up from their seats, their faces filled with concern, and walked towards namra, who stood frozen by the curtains. onjo approached you, her brow furrowed with worry, and asked, "are you okay?" her voice broke through your reverie, and you turned to her, still trying to process what was happening. you stood up, your movements slow, and followed the others towards namra. as you approached, namra turned to the group, her eyes wide with alarm.

"i think i hear someone...puking," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. the group exchanged uneasy glances, their faces filled with a mix of fear and confusion. suhyeok took a step forward, his hand on the curtain, as if ready to pull it back. "what do you mean?" he asked, his voice low and cautious. namra's grip on the curtain tightened. "i don't know, it sounds like...retching, gagging..." the group fell silent, their ears straining to pick up the sound. but nothing occured.

namra's eyes darted around the room, her gaze sweeping across the space as if searching for something. her expression was tense, her brow furrowed in concern. "guys, i think we should leave," she said suddenly, her voice low and urgent. "this room feels...weird." she hesitated, as if trying to find the right words.

cheongsan halted, his hand on the door handle, and turned to face the group. "we can't just leave," he said, his voice firm. "we need to figure out what's going on." daesu groaned, throwing up his hands. "this is all because we didn't head to the roof when we had the chance...when the music was playing." onjo's eyes lit up with a sudden idea. "we do have music," she said, a sly smile spreading across her face. she turned to namra, who still clutched the camcorder. "namra, can you play back the recording?" namra looked confused, but onjo continued, her excitement growing. "we can use the music to lure them in...build a tall barricade and funnel them into a trap." the group stared at her, unsure of what to make of her plan.

onjo's voice was filled with determination as she outlined her plan. "once all of them come in through these doors," she said, pointing to the left doors, "we can make a run for the backdoors and head to the roof." her eyes locked onto yours, her gaze intense. "every infected person will be in the room on this floor...we have to make it to the roof once theyre all in." she paused, her chest heaving with excitement. "we can do it." you nodded, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. the plan was risky, but it was their best chance of escape. suhyeok and daesu nodded in agreement, their faces set with determination. namra and cheongsan exchanged a nervous glance, but they too nodded, ready to put their trust in onjo's plan. with a deep breath, the group steeled themselves for what was to come. they knew it wouldn't be easy, but they were ready to fight for their survival.

with a sense of purpose, the group sprang into action, beginning to set up the barricade. suhyeok and daesu started dragging heavy tables and chairs towards the left doors, their faces straining with effort. namra and cheongsan worked together, piling up stacks of books and furniture to reinforce the barricade. onjo directed the operation, her eyes darting back and forth to ensure everything was in place. you joined in, helping to secure the barricade with ropes and weights. as you worked, the retching sounds grew louder, more insistent, and the group's sense of urgency increased. they knew they had to be ready before the infected broke through the doors. sweat dripped down your faces, and muscles ached, but no one complained. they were driven by a shared determination to survive. finally, the barricade was in place, a sturdy wall of furniture and debris blocking the left doors. onjo stepped back, her eyes scanning the barricade, a nod of satisfaction on her face. "it's ready," she said, her voice firm. "let's get into position." the group moved to the backdoors, their hearts racing with anticipation. they knew what was coming.

cheongsan volunteered to stay behind, his voice firm. "someone has to open the door on the other side to let them in." suhyeok hesitated for a moment before jumping back over to join him. "i'll go with you," he said, his eyes locked on cheongsan's. the two of them positioned themselves by the barricade, ready to open the doors and lure the zombies in.

meanwhile, you and horyeong worked together to secure the chairs with rope, your hands moving in tandem. "you're brave," horyeong said suddenly, her voice soft. your gaze dropped down to hers, your eyes questioning. "what did you say?" you asked, your voice low. horyeong's face flushed pink as she looked up at you, her eyes shining with sincerity. "you're brave...and i hope you know that." she finished tying the knot, her hands moving quickly. you blinked, your ears heating up with shock, as you processed her words. no one had ever called you brave before. you didn't know how to respond, your mind racing. “um, well-i-yeah-.. im..” you stammer. she only looks at you and laughs, “you're welcome.”

meanwhile, cheongsan and suhyeok were engaged in a hushed conversation, their voices barely audible over the creaking of the barricade. cheongsan's eyes narrowed, his expression puzzled. "what did you just say?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity. suhyeok's response was a low, throaty laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement. "i said i like someone else," he repeated, his smirk growing wider. "you don't need to worry about me and onjo. so treat her right, and not like a guy, moron." cheongsan's stare intensified, his gaze boring into suhyeok's. "who is it?" he pressed, his voice low and urgent. suhyeok's hesitated, his eyes darting towards you before snapping back to cheongsan. the same fear that had gripped him when myungwhan's arm had wrapped around his shoulders, while you were being assaulted, threatened to overwhelm him. he couldn't bring himself to say it, his voice caught in his throat. instead, he looked back at you, his gaze lingering on the glimpses of you he could see through the cracks between the chairs. "i'll tell you later," suhyeok said finally, his smile strained, his eyes betraying a mix of emotions.

suhyeok playfully elbowed cheongsan, gesturing for him to get back behind the barricade. "go, go!" he whispered urgently. cheongsan nodded and scurried back to safety. suhyeok took a deep breath, grasped the door handle, and slid it open. he didn't hesitate, dashing forward and using the wall to propel himself back behind the barricade. the zombies tumbled into the room, their feet tangling in the chairs set on the ground, causing them to trip and stumble. joonyeong, positioned by the camcorder, grinned mischievously as he pressed play. the loud music blared to life, echoing off the walls and drawing in more zombies. they shambled towards the sound, their moans growing louder, more insistent. the group held their breath as the zombies poured into the room, their numbers swelling. the barricade creaked and groaned under the pressure, but held firm. suhyeok landed hard on the floor, his chest heaving, and grinned at cheongsan. "that was close," he whispered. cheongsan nodded, his eyes fixed on the horde beyond the barricade. "too close."

the group strained against the barricade, their muscles trembling with effort, as the zombies pushed and clawed at the makeshift barrier. joonyeong, meanwhile, continued to turn up the volume, the music growing louder and more intense, drawing even more zombies into the room. onjo darted between the windows, peeking through the curtains to check the hallways. each time, she shook her head, her expression grim. "still too many out there," she whispered to suhyeok, who nodded curtly, his eyes fixed on the barricade. cheongsan, you, and daesu were pressed against the barrier, their faces set in determined lines, as they struggled to hold it in place. namra and horyeong were positioned at the edges, their eyes scanning the room for any signs of weakness. the zombies continued to pour in, their numbers seemingly endless, as the music reached a deafening crescendo. the barricade creaked and groaned, threatening to collapse at any moment, but the group held firm, their lives depending on it. onjo checked the windows again, her heart sinking as she saw the hallway was still filled with zombies. "we can't stay here," she whispered urgently. "we need to be louder, daesu!"

daesu's face turned red with rage as he shouted at the top of his lungs, "die zombies, fucking die!" his voice echoed off the walls, drowning out the music for a moment. the zombies, already frenzied, became even more agitated, their moans growing louder, more urgent. they pressed against the barricade with renewed strength, causing it to slide further towards daesu's side of the room. the group stumbled backward, their feet scraping against the floor as they struggled to maintain their position. the barricade creaked ominously, its stability precarious. "daesu, again!" onjo yelled, her voice panicked. "one more time!" daesu continued to shout, his voice hoarse, his eyes blazing with fury. the zombies kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless, as the barricade shrank, trapping the group in an increasingly smaller space.

the others, not holding the barricade, grabbed whatever instruments they could find - guitars, drums, maracas - and began playing them with reckless abandon. the loud sounds were ear-piercing, a chaotic mix of clashing notes and rhythms that grated on the nerves. namra was banging away on a drum set, her face contorted in a mixture of fear and determination. hroryeong was strumming a guitar with wild, slashing motions, the strings squealing in protest. joonyeong was shaking a pair of maracas with a frenzied intensity, the beads rattling out a maddening beat. the music was a far cry from the harmonious melodies they had played earlier, now it was a jarring, discordant noise designed to attract every zombie within earshot. and it worked. more and more zombies stumbled into the room, drawn by the cacophony, their eyes fixed on the group with a hungry gleam. the barricade creaked and groaned, the group's position becoming increasingly precarious. but they didn't stop playing, their faces set in grim determination, as they fought to survive.

your arm began to ache, a burning sensation spreading from your shoulder to your wrist, as you strained against the barricade. you gritted your teeth, pouring all your strength into holding it back. the zombies pushed and clawed, their relentless pressure threatening to overwhelm you. sweat dripped from your brow, stinging your eyes, as you dug deep, finding reserves of strength you didn't know you had. your legs trembled, your back screamed in protest, but you refused to yield. the barricade creaked, groaned, and shuddered, but you held firm, your arm a rigid bar of muscle and bone. the others played on, their music a wild, savage counterpoint to the zombies' moans, as they fought to keep the horde at bay. but you knew it couldn't last. the barricade was weakening, the zombies too numerous, too strong. you felt it slipping, inch by inch, the weight crushing down on you like a physical force. your vision blurred, your breath came in ragged gasps, but still you pushed, your arm screaming in agony, as the barricade teetered on the brink of collapse.

cheongsan's voice cut through the din, "wujin, now! we need to go, now!" but wujin, still gazing out the window, shook his head, his expression grim. "we can't go yet! not yet!" he shouted back, his voice laced with urgency. cheongsan's eyes widened in alarm, "what do you mean? we can't hold this much longer!" wujin's gaze remained fixed on something outside, his jaw clenched. "there's too many out there...we'll never make it...just a little longer, please!" the barricade shuddered, the zombies' pressure intensifying, as if sensing their prey's desperation. the group's cries of exertion grew louder, their faces contorted in effort, as they fought to maintain their position. suhyeok's eyes darted to wujin, then back to the barricade, his mind racing with the implications. "what's out there, wujin? what are you seeing?" but wujin just shook his head, his voice barely audible over the chaos. "just...hold...on..."

"it's gonna fall!" you shouted, your voice hoarse from exertion, as the barricade creaked ominously. you winced in pain, your shoulder aching despite using the other one to push. the strain was taking its toll on your body, but you refused to yield. everyone was fighting, pushing, and shoving, desperate to keep the zombies at bay. in the midst of the chaos, your gaze met suhyeok's, and for a fleeting moment, you locked eyes. it was as if time stood still, and all that existed was the two of you, connected in a shared struggle for survival. the eye contact seemed to inject new energy into your weary muscles, and you pushed harder, fueled by a renewed sense of determination. suhyeok's expression mirrored yours, his eyes burning with a fierce resolve. together, you fought on, your movements synchronized, as if driven by a single heartbeat. the barricade groaned, the zombies clawed, but you stood firm, united in your defiance. in that instant, you knew you could face anything, as long as you had each other.

"clear! we have to go now!" wujin yelled, his voice piercing the chaos, as he slid open the door to reveal an empty hallway. the sudden reprieve sparked a frantic scramble for escape. one by one, the group members abandoned their stations and sprinted towards the door. you glanced at daesu, who gestured urgently, "go already!" you nodded and took off, your heart racing, as you dashed towards the door. looking back, you saw cheongsan hesitating, then turning to run back to daesu. he grabbed daesu's arm, pulling him along, as they both sprinted towards the door. they were the last two to leave, and as they reached the threshold, the barricade behind them gave a final, ominous creak before collapsing under the crushing weight of the infected horde. the sound of shattering wood and screams filled the air, but you didn't look back. you kept running, your eyes fixed on wujin, who was leading the group down the hallway, their footsteps echoing off the walls. you knew you had to keep moving, to find a safe haven before the zombies overwhelmed you once more.

you ran side by side with joonyeong, your feet pounding the floor in unison, as you both stayed tucked in the middle of the group. the girls - namra, horyeong, jimin and onjo - flanked you, their faces set in determined lines, their breathing ragged. wujin and cheongsan led the charge, their long strides eating up the distance, as they navigated the twisting hallways. daesu and suhyeok brought up the rear, their eyes scanning the surroundings, ready to defend against any stragglers. you heaved, your lungs burning, as you struggled to keep pace. the group's formation was tight, a cohesive unit, as you all fought to escape the zombie-infested school. the hallways blurred together, a never-ending maze, but wujin's lead kept you moving forward. sudden turns and sharp corners made your stomach lurch, but joonyeong's presence beside you was a steady comfort. you glanced over, meeting his gaze, and saw a flicker of fear, quickly replaced by a determined glint. you nodded, and he nodded back, your bond forged in the heat of survival.

you all thundered up the first staircase you saw, your footsteps echoing off the walls. wujin led the charge, his eyes fixed on the top, as you ascended higher and higher. at each landing, you turned right, following a zigzagging path through the school's upper floors. your one-armed gait made balance a constant struggle, but joonyeong stayed glued to your side, offering a steadying hand whenever you stumbled. his support was a lifeline, helping you navigate the treacherous stairs without falling behind. the others pushed on, their breathing growing more labored with each floor. daesu and suhyeok still brought up the rear, their eyes scanning the stairs below, ready to defend against any zombies that might appear. as you climbed, the sounds of chaos and destruction grew fainter, replaced by the creaking of the old school's wooden framework and the group's ragged gasps. finally, you reached the top floor, the stairs ending at a door marked "roof access".

the door to the roof access loomed before you, its metal surface gleaming in the dim light. wujin grasped the handle, pushing and pulling with all his might, but it wouldn't budge. cheongsan joined him, their combined strength straining against the unyielding door. but it remained stubbornly shut, the lock unyielding. the group's collective anxiety grew, their impatient whispers and shifting feet echoing through the corridor. "come on, come on!" daesu urged, his voice low and urgent. "we can't stay here!" suhyeok added, his eyes scanning the stairs below, as if expecting a zombie horde to appear at any moment. joonyeong stayed close to you, her hand on your arm, her gaze fixed on the door. "what's wrong?" namra asked, her voice trembling. "why won't it open?" wujin stepped back, his face grimy with sweat, and examined the lock.

daesu, frustration etched on his face, growled, "move!" and positioned himself before the door. he took a few steps back, then launched himself at the door, shoulder first. the impact was loud, but the door held firm, barely budging. daesu recoiled, wincing in pain, his shoulder likely bruised. cheongsan, meanwhile, had moved to the side, where a keypad was mounted. he studied it for a moment, then began entering a password. the keypad beeped, and a flashing red light signaled "incorrect". cheongsan's face contorted in anger, he punched the keypad with a curse, "come on, shit!" the group's anxiety spiked, their eyes darting between the door, the keypad, and the stairs below, where the zombies could appear at any moment. "try again!" wujin urged, his voice low and urgent. cheongsan's fingers flew across the keypad, entering another sequence. the beep sounded once more, followed by the same flashing red light. "no, no, no!" cheongsan shouted, his fist clenched in frustration. hroryeong’s grip on your arm tightened, her eyes wide with fear. "what if we can't get out?" she whispered.

joonyeong pushed daesu aside and began pounding on the door, his fists making loud thuds. "is anyone there? anyone?" he shouted, his voice hoarse from screaming. he banged the door again, desperation etched on his face. you remembered the hammer in your pocket, the one you'd saved from the music room. "joonyeong!" you called out, tossing him the hammer. he caught it mid-air, his eyes flashing with determination. she began hammering the metal door handles, trying to break them off. the clangs echoed through the corridor, accompanied by joonyeong's grunts of effort. you glanced down the staircase, still seeing no signs of zombies. but you knew that could change any moment.

namra's eyes locked onto yours, her expression grim. "they're coming, a bunch of them," she whispered, her head cocked to the side, as if listening to a distant sound. you strained your ears, but heard nothing. yet, you trusted namra's instincts over your own. you hurried to cheongsan, who was still trying to hack the keypad. "cheongsan, namra says a horde is coming," you warned him.

he nodded curtly, not looking up, and motioned to suhyeok. the two of them positioned themselves at the top of the staircase, eyes fixed on the floor below, waiting for any zombies to emerge. meanwhile, joonyeong continued to hammer at the door handles, but soon groaned, his hand hurting from the reverberation. wujin took over, his face set in determination, and continued to strike the same handle. slowly but surely, it began to loosen, the metal creaking in protest. a faint crack appeared in the door, and you knew they were making progress. the sound of wujin's hammering echoed through the corridor, a rhythmic clang that seemed to match the pounding of your heart. suddenly, suhyeok's voice cut through the din, "wait, do you hear that?" he whispered, his eyes fixed on the staircase below.

the sound of zombies crawling and tripping up the staircase grew louder, their moans and snarls filling the air. suhyeok and cheongsan stood firm, using a thick wooden art placer and a metal tripod to push back against the horde. the wooden placard cracked and splintered, but held firm, as they desperately tried to hold off the zombies. "fuck, it's not opening?" you cursed, glancing back at wujin, who shook his head, his face grim. the hammering had stopped, and the crack in the door seemed to have reached a plateau. panic began to set in, as the reality of your situation sank in. you were trapped, with no clear escape route. the zombies would soon overwhelm suhyeok and cheongsan, and then you'd all be doomed. jimin’s eyes met yours, wide with fear, as she whispered, "what do we do?" namra's voice trembled, "we can't stay here..." horyeong and onjo clung to each other, their faces pale. the group's cohesion began to fray, as desperation took hold. wujin's gaze darted around, searching for an alternative, but there was none. you were running out of time, and options.

namra tapped you on the shoulder, her eyes locked on yours, and pointed to a huge blue tarp next to her. you quickly grabbed it, understanding her plan. "everyone, help!" namra shouted, as she began to unfold the tarp. "we need to cover the balcony, block the zombies from coming up!" the group sprang into action, grabbing the tarp's edges and rushing to the balcony. you heaved the tarp over the railing, and the others helped to spread it out, covering the stairs below. the zombies, undeterred, continued to climb, but the tarp blocked their ascent, trapping them below. the group breathed a collective sigh of relief, but knew it was only a temporary solution. the tarp wouldn't hold forever, and you still needed to find a way out. wujin turned back to the door, hammer in hand, and resumed his efforts to break through. joonyeong joined him, and together they hammered away, trying to widen the crack. suhyeok and cheongsan stood guard, ready to defend against any zombies that might breach the tarp. you looked around, assessing your situation, and knew you had to keep moving. the roof was still your best bet, but you needed to get through that door.

just as you thought the tarp would hold, a figure emerged from behind it. gwinam, his eye bloody and swollen, walked calmly past the zombies, who didn't even flinch in his presence. his gaze was fixed on the group, and his expression sent shivers down your spine. it was almost...evil. the group exchanged nervous glances, unsure what to make of gwinam's sudden appearance.

gwinam's evil smile fixed on cheongsan, who stood frozen, tripod still clutched in his hand. cheongsan, trying to protect himself, swung the tripod at gwinam, but it was like hitting a brick wall. gwinam didn't flinch, didn't even acknowledge the blow. your mind racing, memories of gwinam's torture in school came flooding back. you were that terrified kid again, unable to move or escape. onjo's shout broke the spell, "keep holding the tarp!" you snapped back to reality, but your body trembled with fear. gwinam's grip on cheongsan tightened, his smile growing wider. "give me your eye, yeah?" his words made your blood run cold. namra, however, sprang into action. with a strength that belied her slender frame, she grabbed gwinam by the throat, holding him over the ledge. gwinam's eyes widened in surprise, his grip on cheongsan faltering. namra's gaze burned with intensity as she gritted out, "why don't you just die?" and with a swift motion, she threw gwinam down the staircase. the tarp, still clutched by the group, was dragged down with him, leaving you all exposed once more. the zombies, now free to climb, began to pour up the stairs, their moans growing louder.

onjo's yell cut through the chaos, "we got the door open! come on!" the group sprinted towards the doorway, desperate for escape. as you emerged into the bright sunlight, you felt a sense of hope. but, you didn't forget your friends still fighting off zombies. you turned back, seeing suhyeok and cheongsan struggling to hold off the horde. "guys, come on!" you shouted, rushing back to help. you grabbed cheongsan's arm, pushing him towards the door. "go, go, go!" suhyeok followed close behind, zombies mere steps behind. wujin and joonyeong helped pull them to safety, as namra and hroryeong stood guard, ready to defend against any stragglers. finally, everyone was through the doorway, gasping for breath. you looked around, taking in the rooftop's expanse. the sun shone brightly overhead, a welcome change from the darkness below. but, you knew the zombies could still follow. you needed a new plan, and fast. "we need to find a way down," wujin said, echoing your thoughts. "or a way to block the door," suhyeok added, still catching his breath. the group began to brainstorm, desperate to survive.

the door creaked and groaned, but suhyeok and cheongsan held firm, their faces strained with effort. you gazed up at the helicopter, its rotors whipping the air into a frenzy. the wind stung your eyes, making it hard to keep them open. but then, you saw him. cheolsu, the one person you forgot about. he sat in the helicopter, looking down at you with a mixture of guilt and relief. your mind reeled as you whispered, "what...?" cheolsu's eyes met yours for a brief moment, before he looked away, closing his eyes in comfort. the betrayal cut deep, a second knife to the back. you felt like you'd been punched in the gut, all the air sucked out of you. how could he? why was he there, safe and sound, while you fought for your life? the questions swirled, but the answers remained elusive. the helicopter began to lift off, leaving you and your friends to fend for yourselves. you watched, numb, as cheolsu disappeared into the distance, leaving you to face the undead hordes alone.

suhyeok sprinted alongside the helicopter, waving their arms and yelling, but it was too late. the helicopter vanished into the distance, leaving you all behind. you took suhyeok's spot, holding the door with cheongsan, feeling the undead pounding against it. for a moment, you thought. then, you remembered the wires in your pocket. "wait," you said, digging into your pocket and producing the wires. you handed them to cheongsan, who quickly got to work. he tied the wires to the door knobs, securing them with a sturdy knot. "okay!" he exclaimed, slowly lifting his weight off the door. you did the same, and to your relief, the door held firm. the zombies on the other side continued to pound and moan, but the makeshift barricade kept them at bay. for now, you were safe. cheongsan let out a sigh of relief, and you shared a nod of triumph. but, you knew it was only temporary. you needed a new plan, and fast. the group gathered around, looking at you for guidance. "what's next?" wujin asked, his eyes scanning the rooftop. you took a deep breath, thinking. the city stretched out before you, a vast expanse of unknown dangers. but, you had to keep moving. "we need to find another way down," you said, "and fast."

the helicopter vanished into the distance, leaving you all behind. hroryeong's sobs echoed through the rooftop, a heartbreaking sound. cheongsan, exhausted, collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving. you knelt beside him, concern etched on your face. "hey, it's okay. take deep breaths," you said, patting his legs to prevent cramping. cheongsan nodded, still panting, as you sat beside him. you took a moment to catch your own breath, feeling the weight of your situation. all you wanted was to go home, to shower, to sleep in your own bed. but that was a luxury you couldn't afford. not now, not yet. you were stuck on this rooftop, trapped with your peers, surrounded by the undead. the reality was crushing.

but for now, you just sat, trying to gather your strength, trying to process everything that had happened. the silence was broken only by hroryeong's sobs and cheongsan's heavy breathing.

you and cheongsan exchanged a nervous glance as the door began banging hard, the sound echoing across the rooftop. you knew it was gwinam, trying to get in. the metal doors shuddered under the impact, but held firm. for now. everyone gathered around, watching in silence as the door continued to shake. one burst, two, three... but after the fourth, the banging stopped. an unsettling quiet fell over the rooftop. you waited, expecting another burst, but nothing came. the silence was oppressive, heavy with tension. "what's going on?" wujin whispered, eyes fixed on the door. "is he...?" joonyeong trailed off, his voice barely audible.

you shook your head, unsure. cheongsan slowly got to his feet, his eyes locked on the door. "i don't know, but we need to be ready." suhyeok nodded, positioning themselves beside cheongsan. the group formed a semi-circle around the door, waiting, watching. the quiet stretched out, punctuated only by horyeong's sniffling. you held your breath, bracing for what might come next.

namra's voice broke the silence, her words barely above a whisper. "he's gone." suhyeok turned to her, confusion etched on their face. "who's gone?" but namra's gaze was fixed intently on the door, her head cocked to one side, as if listening for something. "gwinam," she said, her voice firm, confirming what everyone was thinking. the group exchanged nervous glances, unsure what to make of namra's declaration. cheongsan took a step forward, his eyes locked on the door. "are you sure?" he asked, his voice low. namra nodded, her eyes still fixed on the door. "yes, i'm sure. he's not trying to get in anymore." the silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with uncertainty. what did it mean? had gwinam given up? or was he planning something else? you couldn't shake the feeling that you were all just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

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Because The Rain Makes Rainbows... Pairing : Lee Suhyeok x F!Reader TW : spoilers for the last two episodes ; canon divergence ; fluffy ending ; I'm sorry, it's still kind of angsty in the middle, I can't help myself ; Word Count : 2.1k Request : Anonny : Can I request fluff for Su-hyeok?

To have been found during such a hectic time was a miracle, although you were quite positive that none of them had actually meant to find you at all, you just so happened to be in the room that the group of still human students seeked shelter in. You could remember it clearly, the way they all ran to you as if they knew you, as if you had been one of the missing members of their group and they had been looking for you the whole time. All of them had been so kind, so sweet, and you didn’t know any of them.

There was one in particular who took a certain… protective stance over you, making sure that you were always safe, always guarded, whenever the group had to move, when an area was deemed unsafe. He had become your own personal bodyguard, and you didn’t even know why, but you appreciated it, and you made sure to thank him every chance you got for watching out for you. He always brushed it off, but the corners of his lips would tug up when he looked at you, when he heard you speak, and he’d quickly look away if you caught him looking. There was something, you just didn’t have the time to think of just what that something might be.

The group that had grown smaller and smaller with each move you had to make had finally made it away from the school, but not without some of the worst losses that any of you would have to go through. Watching people that you had begun to look at as friends, and some even as best friends die at the hands of zombified students had taken a toll on everyone that was left, but you were all hell bent on getting out, so you pushed forward no matter how bad it hurt.

“We’re almost there! Come on!” Suhyeok shouted, pushing everyone that was left forward. No one knew how much further there was to go, but his words of encouragement were the only source of reassurement that anyone had left, everyone held onto those words like they were scriptures. Almost there… Were you really almost there? No one knew, but if Suhyeok said so, it had to be right… Right?

Snarls and stumbled footsteps sounded in the distance, and Namras head shot up as she froze in the center of the street. “What is it?” Onjo asked, and you felt your own body freeze up with fear. You had known that whatever it was that was going on wouldn’t have stayed in the vicinity of the school, but it felt like you had been walking for hours, you didn’t think the zombies would have made it this far.

She started counting off, the number going higher and higher until she urged everyone to run, and before anyone else’s feet started moving, you had sprinted off into an area that you didn’t even know, finding somewhere safe to hide as your hand covered your mouth to muffle your heavy breathing and your whimpered cries. Would this ever be over with? Would any of you actually get to somewhere that was completely safe? It didn’t seem like it, it didn’t seem like there was somewhere safe to go to. The military had already left you all for dead, had they done the same for every other citizen of Hyosan? Did they even care?

The sound of snarling and screaming was loud, and then it went completely silent. Should you come out from where you were? Everyone else had fought it seemed… Were they gone? Had they lost the battle? Were you the only one left? Maybe they had made it, but realized that you were too weak to be in their group. They were all fighters, and when it came time to fight, you had run, you had been a coward. They didn’t need you in their group, you would only hold them back. Maybe they went on without you, it would be better if they did, it’s not like you were in any way essential to them getting to wherever they were going. You would only hold them back.

And even though those thoughts were racing through your mind, a small part of you hoped that you would be found once again by the group of people that you had called your friends. Time seemed to tick by though, and with each passing second, that hope dwindled until it wasn’t there at all. No one was coming to save you, they had probably already forgotten about you. It was quite easy to do that considering you hadn’t made any memorable contributions to the group. You had just… been there, and now you weren’t. You hoped that they were okay though, they had gotten you this far, and you hoped that they had made it further. They deserved it, they deserved to make it.

Four months had passed, and you still could remember that pang of gut wrenching, indescribable fear that overcame you when the lid to the dumpster had opened, and then the overwhelming sense of relief that washed over you and had tears pouring down your face when the dumpster lid was flung open. You weren’t sure how long you had been in there, maybe it had been days, or maybe it had only been hours, you couldn’t keep track, but as they lifted you up and out, your knees buckled and you collapsed onto the ground, crying until you inevitably passed out.

You had been put into double quarantine along with the rest of the citizens of Hyosan, and while you had been there, you hadn’t seen anyone from the group you had been with. You dreaded the thought that something had happened to them, that they hadn’t made it to safety. Your mind continued to replay that moment back when you had run away. Would they have made it if they ran with you? Would you all have been found together?

You had never stopped thinking of all of them, silently thanking them for saving you, for getting you here, but there was one person that you thought of more than anyone else. Suhyeok and his smile, the way he spoke to you, the way he stared at you, images of him filled your mind no matter what you were doing. Every waking and sleeping moment, he was there.

The extra quarantine for Hyosan citizens had ended, but you were all only let out into a slightly larger quarantine zone, but it was better than where you had been, and you hoped that maybe you’d recognize some of the faces of the people that were walking around. Were your parents there? Had any of your family members made it? There were so many people, and you walked around the camp daily, trying to find someone, anyone that you might know.

“Sorry… Excuse me…” You whispered, bowing your head to the tall figure that you had bumped into during one of your searches, but the person's hands grabbed onto your shoulders, and then one hand moved to slip a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at them.

The sun was so bright, you could barely see, the person’s features shadowed by the blinding light that haloed behind them. “Y/N…?” It was a man’s voice, and before you could correctly place it to someone, his arms were wrapped tightly around you, practically lifting you off the ground as he spun you around. “I was so worried, but I never stopped hoping, I never stopped praying that you’d be here, that I’d find you.” He said, and when he finally put you down, your back was to the sun and you could finally take in the man who was standing in front of you, and the sight of him had tears forming in your eyes.

“You made it…” You whispered, wrapping your arms around Suhyeok, clinging onto the coat that he was wearing. “I didn’t see you… I thought… I thought you got hurt… Is everyone else okay?” His head quickly nodded as he pulled you against his chest, his hand petting over your hair as his chin rested atop your head. “I’m sorry I ran…”

“Shh… It’s okay…” He murmured, his hand sliding down to rub soothing circles in your back, but you could hear the raspiness in his chest, he was holding back his own tears. “We looked for you, I looked for you… But it was getting dark… I’m sorry I gave up…” He was ashamed, you could hear it in his voice, but he had no reason to be. You understood, and you were glad that he had made it, that he was safe, but he didn’t seem like that’s what he wanted to hear right now, so you held onto him, and he held onto you, the silence enough for now as you both relished in the fact that you were both there now, you were both together.

“I never stopped thinking about you either…” You whispered, glancing up at him, and your words had that familiar smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You saved me… I still owe you for that.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he looked into the distance over the top of yours. You wondered what he was thinking, what was going through his mind as that smile stayed plastered to his face, a soft hum emanating from his pursed lips and vibrating through his chest.

“Well… There was one thing that I had been hoping to do when we got here together that day… But I can do it today, it’ll be just as good.” He mused, and your head cocked to the side as you breathed out a hushed hmm? In response. His gaze lowered to yours, his eyes like lasers as they looked directly into your own, his tongue darting across his lips before he leaned in. You didn’t even have time to react before his lips were against yours. It felt like you were melting, the heat that filled your entire body and the electricity that rushed through your veins, it was like every nerve ending along your skin was alive and highly aware of the way he held you, the way his lips moved against yours. It would be a lie to say that you hadn’t been dreaming of this moment every single night, that you hadn’t been pondering what it would feel like to have his lips against yours, and for it to finally be happening, it was far more perfect than you had ever imagined it to be. “Hey…” The word came out as a chuckle as his thumb brushed along your lower lip. You were in a daze, like your entire body had floated up to cloud nine and you were in no hurry to come back down. “I should have asked you this when I first saw you in the halls at school…”

The sudden revelation that he had noticed you before all of this had you snapping back to reality, your eyes growing wide as you stared at him. “Y-You saw me? You knew me?” He nodded sheepishly, and you rolled your eyes as you teasingly pushed his shoulder. “Why didn’t you say hi? Why didn’t you do anything?”

His hand awkwardly moved to the back of his neck, rubbing it quickly as he looked down at the ground. “I thought you were really pretty… But… Who cares about that. We don’t have to go to school, and you’re here now, I’m talking to you now.” You scoffed, but he was right, there was no school to go to, it had been nuked along with all the zombies and some of your friends too. No, you couldn’t think about that, no right now… This was supposed to be a good moment, a happy moment. “So…” He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he grabbed your hands, his thumb brushing along your knuckles before slipping his fingers between your own. “Do you want to go have lunch with me? We can talk while we wait in the super long line… Get to know each other?”

You giggled lightly, nodding your head as he let go of one of your hands to stand next to you, your arms swinging as you walked towards the lunch tent. It wasn’t exactly a dream date, not even close, but you were with him, and he was with you, and for the time being you and him were safe, and that in itself made it perfect.

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