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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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atlasthegreatest · 23 days ago

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A Spark in the Chaos / Choi Nam-ra x Gender Neutral! Reader

Choi Namra, the disciplined and composed class president, crosses paths with Kang Y/n, the carefree troublemaker, during an after-school detention she’s tasked with supervising. Their first interaction is a clash of personalities—Namra’s strict adherence to rules contrasts sharply with Y/n’s irreverent charm. Despite their differences, a spark of intrigue ignites when Y/n surprises Namra with their unexpected wit and sincerity.

Warnings: None. No zombies au.

Word count: 2944

Choi Namra was the epitome of perfection. Straight As, class president, and effortlessly cool, she carried herself with a quiet confidence that left her classmates in awe. Her uniform was always immaculate, her dark hair framing her face in a way that felt almost too perfect to be accidental. Namra was the kind of person who never let her emotions waver, her serene demeanor was often mistaken for aloofness.

Then there was Kang Y/n. The exact opposite of Namra in every way. With their messy hair, perpetual smirk, and uncanny ability to attract trouble like a magnet, Y/n was a walking disruption. They were the person teachers dreaded, always late, always pushing the rules just enough to not get expelled. Yet, their charisma was undeniable. Whether it was their knack for turning punishments into stand-up comedy routines or their way of spinning wild stories, Y/n had a way of drawing people in—even Namra, much to her dismay.

It started with a detention.

Namra had been tasked with supervising after-school detention for the first time. The classroom was dimly lit, the atmosphere heavy with the sound of distant basketballs bouncing in the gym. Y/n, predictably, was the sole occupant of the room. They lounged at the back, feet on the desk, spinning a pen between their fingers.

“You’re late,” Namra said, her voice clipped.

“And you’re predictable,” Y/n retorted, not bothering to move. “What’s the point of detention if it doesn’t start on time?”

Namra didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, she handed them a worksheet. “Finish this.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “What are we, in middle school?”

“Yes, and you still can’t follow rules,” Namra shot back, surprising even herself.

For the first time, Y/n seemed taken aback. Then they laughed—a low, genuine chuckle that caught her off guard.

“You’ve got some bite, Class President,” they said, leaning forward, their eyes twinkling with mischief. “I like that.”

Namra ignored the sudden flutter in her chest and sat at the teacher’s desk, pretending to focus on her book. She wasn’t going to let Kang Y/n, of all people, rattle her.

As the weeks passed, Namra began noticing Y/n more. Not because she wanted to—of course not—but because they seemed to be everywhere. Cracking jokes in the hallway with Su-hyeok, sneaking into the library to borrow books without checking them out, or skipping class to nap under the old tree behind the school. It was infuriating how effortlessly they ignored the rules she upheld.

But then she started seeing the cracks in their carefree facade.

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One afternoon, Namra caught them sketching in the art room during lunch. She’d only gone there to retrieve a forgotten notebook, but the sight of them hunched over a sketchpad, utterly focused, stopped her in her tracks.

“You draw?” she asked before she could stop herself.

Y/n startled, quickly closed the sketchpad. “And you snoop?”

Namra crossed her arms, unimpressed. “It’s not snooping if you’re doing it in plain sight.”

They smirked but didn’t reopen the sketchpad. “What do you want, Class President?”

“I wanted my notebook,” she said, pointing to the table beside them. “But now I’m curious.”

Y/n hesitated, their usual bravado flickering. For a moment, they looked… vulnerable. Then they slid the sketchpad toward her.

The drawings were breathtaking. Detailed cityscapes, expressive portraits, and abstract pieces that seemed to hum with emotion. Namra’s breath caught as she turned the pages.

“These are amazing,” she said, her voice softer than usual.

Y/n shrugged, leaning back in their chair. “Just a hobby.”

“You’re seriously underselling yourself,” Namra said, glancing at them.

Y/n didn’t respond, but there was a faint blush on their cheeks.

It was moments like these that began to shift Namra’s perception. The more she saw of Y/n, the harder it became to dismiss them as just a troublemaker. Beneath the smirks and snark was someone complex, someone passionate, someone… kind.

It wasn’t a grand, sweeping realization. It was a series of small moments. Like when Y/n helped a freshman find their classroom, pretending it was no big deal. Or when they volunteered to fix the broken greenhouse door because “it’s faster than waiting for maintenance.”

Namra found herself lingering in places she knew Y/n frequented, her calm facade cracking as she looked forward to their banter. And when Y/n caught her staring one day in the courtyard, their grin was so disarming that she had to look away, her heart racing.

“You’re starting to like me, aren’t you?” They teased.

Namra scoffed, refusing to give them the satisfaction. But the blush creeping up her neck betrayed her.

Y/n leaned closer, their voice low and teasing. “Don’t worry, Class President. I’ll wait for you to admit it.”

And for the first time, Choi Namra didn’t have a retort.

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Choi Namra hated distractions. She had a meticulously planned schedule, from her morning study routine to her evening walks home. Every minute had a purpose, every action a goal.

So why, for the past week, had she found herself glancing out the window during class, searching for the familiar figure of Kang Y/n lounging under the old cherry tree? Why did her fingers linger on her notebook, her mind replaying the teasing lilt of their voice?

Namra scowled at her reflection in her locker mirror. This wasn’t like her. She wasn’t the kind of girl who let her thoughts drift toward people—especially people who treated life like one long joke.

“Thinking about me again?”

The voice startled her, and she whirled around to find Y/n leaning casually against the locker next to hers, their trademark smirk firmly in place.

“You wish,” she said, slamming her locker shut.

“Come on, Namra,” they said, falling into step beside her as she started walking. “You’ve been staring at me a lot lately. Not that I mind, but I’m starting to think you might actually like me.”

“You’re delusional,” she said, quickening her pace.

Y/n easily matched her stride, hands shoved into their pockets. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just bad at hiding it.”

Namra stopped abruptly, turning to face them. “Do you ever take anything seriously?”

Her tone was sharp, but Y/n didn’t flinch. Instead, they tilted their head, studying her with an expression she couldn’t quite place.

“Sometimes,” they said quietly. “But it’s easier not to.”

Y/n’s honesty caught Namra off her guard, and for a moment, they just stood there, the noisy hallway fading into the background.

“Why?” she asked before she could stop herself.

Y/n’s smirk returned, but it was softer this time, almost wistful. “You wouldn’t get it, Class President. Your world’s all rules and order. Mine’s… not.”

Namra frowned, their words stirring something inside her. She wanted to understand them, to peel back the layers they kept so carefully hidden. But before she could say anything, Y/n’s grin widened, and they leaned in just slightly.

“See you around, Namra.”

And just like that, they were gone, disappearing into the crowd with an infuriatingly casual wave.

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That evening, Namra found herself at the old cherry tree. She hadn’t planned to go there, but her feet seemed to have a mind of their own. The air was crisp, the soft rustling of leaves the only sound.

“Looking for me?”

She spun around to find Y/n perched on one of the lower branches, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

“How long have you been up there?” she demanded.

“Long enough to wonder why the perfect Choi Namra is out here instead of studying,” Y/n said, jumping down effortlessly.

Namra crossed her arms, glaring at them. “I needed some air.”

“Right,” Y/n said, not buying it for a second. “And you just happened to come to my spot.”

“It’s not your spot,” she snapped, feeling her cheeks heat.

Y/n stepped closer, their usual smirk replaced by something more genuine. “Relax, Namra. I’m just messing with you.”

Namra didn’t reply, her gaze dropping to the ground. She hated how easily they got under her skin, how effortlessly they made her lose the composure she worked so hard to maintain.

“Hey,” Y/n said softly, their tone uncharacteristically serious. “You okay?”

Namra looked up, startled by the concern in their voice. For the first time, she saw them without their usual mask of bravado, and it made her chest ache in a way she didn’t understand.

“I don’t know,” she admitted quietly.

Y/n blinked, clearly not expecting her honesty. Then, to her surprise, they smiled—a small, genuine smile that made her heart stutter.

“Want to talk about it?” they asked, sitting down under the tree and patting the ground beside them.

Namra hesitated, then sighed and sat down, leaving a deliberate gap between them.

“I just… don’t get you,” she said finally.

Y/n chuckled. “Fair. I’m a pretty complicated person”

“I’m serious,” Namra said, glaring at them. “You act like nothing matters, but then you turn around and do something that… does.”

“Like what?”

“Like fixing the greenhouse door. Or helping that freshman. Or…” She trailed off, realizing she was listing moments she wasn’t supposed to notice.

Y/n leaned back, propping themselves up on their elbows. “Guess I’m full of surprises.”

Namra rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” they said, their grin returning.

Namra shook her head, but for the first time, she didn’t mind their teasing. Maybe Kang Y/n wasn’t as impossible as she thought. Or maybe she was just starting to realize that chaos wasn’t always a bad thing.

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The days after that shared moment under the cherry tree were different. Namra still tried to focus on her studies, her responsibilities, and her perfectly ordered life—but Kang Y/n had a way of slipping into her thoughts at the most inconvenient times.

They didn’t make it easy to ignore them, either. Y/n started showing up more—leaning on her desk before class, cracking jokes during group projects, and occasionally walking her home under the pretense of “patrolling the neighborhood for delinquents like themselves.”

Namra pretended to be annoyed, but her heart betrayed her every time Y/n flashed her that infuriating grin.

One rainy afternoon, the two found themselves stranded in the school library after the last bell rang. The storm outside was unrelenting, and Namra, ever-prepared, had forgotten her umbrella in the rush of the morning.

“Looks like we’re stuck,” Y/n said, plopping down across from her at the study table.

“You don’t have an umbrella either?” she asked, surprised.

They shrugged. “Didn’t check the weather. Figured if I got wet, it’d just add to my bad-guy image.”

Namra rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Your ‘image’ could use some work.”

Y/n laughed, the sound warm and unguarded. “Harsh, Class President.”

They sat in silence for a while, the sound of raindrops tapping against the windows filling the air. Namra tried to focus on her textbook, but Y/n’s presence was a distraction she couldn’t shake.

“What are you working on?” they asked suddenly, leaning over the table to peek at her notes.

“Advanced calculus,” Namra said, pushing the book closer to them.

Y/n squinted at the equations, their nose scrunching adorably in concentration. “Yeah, no. I’ll stick to doodling, thanks.”

Namra chuckled, the sound surprising both of them. Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Did you just laugh? At something I said?”

“I have a sense of humor, you know,” she said, smirking.

“Could’ve fooled me,” they teased, leaning back in their chair.

Namra rolled her eyes again, but there was no heat behind it. Instead, she closed her textbook and rested her chin on her hand, studying them.

“What?” Y/n asked, their playful tone faltering under her gaze.

“Why do you do it?” she asked softly.

“Do what?”

“Act like nothing matters. Like you don’t care about anything.”

Y/n’s smirk faded, and for a moment, they looked like they might brush her off. But then they sighed, running a hand through their messy hair.

“Because it’s easier that way,” they admitted. “If you don’t care, you can’t get hurt.”

Namra’s chest tightened at their words. She had always thought of Y/n as carefree, but now she realized it was a shield—one she was starting to see through.

“That’s a lonely way to live,” she said quietly.

Y/n looked at her, their eyes unreadable. “Maybe. But it works.”

“It doesn’t have to,” Namra said, surprising herself with the conviction in her voice.

They sat in silence again, the storm outside mirroring the swirling emotions between them. Finally, Y/n spoke, their voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re different, you know that?”

Namra blinked. “Different how?”

“You care. About rules, about people, about… me.”

Namra’s heart skipped a beat at their words. She opened her mouth to deny it, but the look in Y/n’s eyes stopped her. They weren’t teasing this time.

“I guess I do,” she said softly, her voice trembling just enough for Y/n to notice.

They smiled then—a real smile, not the cocky grin they usually wore. “That’s dangerous, Namra.”

“For who?” she asked, tilting her head.

“For me,” Y/n admitted, their voice raw and unguarded.

The air between them felt heavy, charged with something neither of them could name. Namra’s hand twitched as if considering reaching out, but she stopped herself.

“I don’t think you’re as dangerous as you pretend to be,” she said, her voice steady despite the chaos in her chest.

“And I don’t think you’re as untouchable as you pretend to be,” Y/n countered, their gaze locking with hers.

The rain outside continued to pour, but at that moment, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of them. Neither of them said anything more, but something unspoken passed between them—a fragile understanding, a tentative connection.

For the first time in her perfectly ordered life, Choi Namra felt like she didn’t need all the answers. And for the first time, Kang Y/n felt like maybe, just maybe, caring wasn’t so bad after all.

Bonus Chapter:

The cherry blossoms had begun to bloom, their soft pink petals drifting lazily through the air like confetti. It was Namra’s favorite time of year—quiet, serene, and orderly. But as she walked toward the old cherry tree after school, her sense of peace was immediately disrupted by the sight of Kang Y/n.

They were sprawled on the grass beneath the tree, their blazer discarded, one arm draped over their eyes as if the sunlight were too much to bear. A small notebook lay open on their chest, the pages fluttering in the breeze.

Namra sighed, a mixture of exasperation and something else she refused to name. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Y/n peeked out from under their arm, a lazy grin spreading across their face. “Nope. Thought I’d wait for you.”

Namra narrowed her eyes. “Who said I was coming here?”

“Call it a hunch,” they said, sitting up and patting the ground next to them. “Come on, Class President. You’ve got five minutes to spare, right?”

Namra hesitated. Spending time with Y/n wasn’t part of her carefully planned schedule. But then again, her carefully planned schedule had felt a little emptier lately without these moments of chaos.

With a resigned sigh, she sat down, keeping a respectable distance between them.

Y/n held up the notebook on their chest. “Want to see what I’ve been working on?”

“Is it another one of your doodles?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Not this time,” they said, flipping it open. “Poetry.”

Namra blinked. “You write poetry?”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Y/n said, feigning offense. “I’m a person of many talents.”

Namra rolled her eyes, but her curiosity got the better of her. “Let me see.”

Y/n handed her the notebook, leaning back on their elbows as she read. The handwriting was messy, the lines uneven, but the words themselves were raw and beautiful.

“In the chaos, I found calm.

In the rules, I found freedom.

And in her, I found everything I didn’t know I was looking for.”

Namra’s breath caught, her cheeks flushing. She glanced up at Y/n, who was watching her with an expression that was equal parts smug and vulnerable.

“Who’s it about?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Y/n shrugged, but their grin widened. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Namra’s heart raced, but she refused to let Y/n win. Instead, she closed the notebook and handed it back to them. “It’s… not bad.”

“Not bad?” they echoed, clutching their chest dramatically. “That’s the highest compliment you’ve ever given me.”

“Don’t get used to it,” she said, standing up and brushing the grass off her skirt.

But before she could walk away, Y/n stood too, stepping closer.

“Namra.” Y/n’s voice was softer now, all traces of teasing gone.

She looked up at them, her usual composure slipping under the intensity of their gaze. “What?”

“I meant it,” they said, their hand brushing against hers. “You make me want to be better. For you.”

Namra felt her pulse quicken, her carefully constructed walls threatening to crumble. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Y/n smiled, their touch lingering for just a moment before they stepped back, their usual grin returning. “That’s enough sappiness for one day. See you tomorrow, Class President.”

And with that, Y/n turned and walked away, leaving Namra standing under the cherry tree, her heart a tangled mess of emotions.

As the petals continued to fall around her, she realized something: chaos and order weren’t opposites. They were two sides of the same coin, and somehow, they had found a way to coexist.

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