#aouad

[luvlyfandoms]

some gwi-nam smut hc’s?🤭

so happy i found another gwi-nam girlie!! and hc’s of any of the other aouad boys if u want too!! i wanna hear ur thoughts <3

EEEEEEEE

• DOMMMMM

• he’s such an asshole

• only has a soft spot for you

• likes to bend you over the desk in an empty classroom or press you up against a window

• leaves his mark on you for sure

• always has to be touching you so that people know you’re his

• he fucks hard

• definitely likes choking

• hickeysssss

• degradation, praise, all of it

[se-mis-wife-380]

𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕄𝕖 & 𝕄𝕪 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕘

Hey, I'm Jordan! I write for multiple fandoms, mostly K-dramas and thrillers. My current obsessions are Squid Game and Aouad. Please be respectful and kind. I will not tolerate any negative comments or energy on my blog. 🖤

Anon hate & rude asks will be deleted immediately.

𝕄𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤

Down below is what I 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 ℕ𝕆𝕋 write about. Not now and not ever.

○ SA or SH

○ Smut (It makes me uncomfortable.) This is non-negotiable.

○ Male!Reader (I am a girl so it doesn't feel right for me to do so)

○ Cheating or toxic relationships

○ Character x Character

..🖤

Down below is what I 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 write about, unless spoken otherwise.

○ Fics (with chapters), Fluff, Headcannons, & Imagines

○ Fem!reader & gn!reader

○ M/F & F/F

○ *Insert chosen series* x reader

..🖤

Below are fandoms & characters I 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 write for

• Squid Game [Seasons 1 & 2]

○ Sae-byeok | Player 067

○ Se-mi | Player 380

○ Hyun-ju | Player 120

○ Ji-yeong | Player 240

○ Jun-Ho | Cop

○ In-ho | Player 001/Frontman

○ Min-su | Player 125

○ Nam-gyu | Player 124

○ Thanos | Player 230

○ Dae-ho | Player 388

○ Gyeong-seok | Player 246

• All of Us Are Dead

○ Su-hyeok

○ Gyeong-su

○ Cheong-san

○ Gwi-nam

[gyaruhana]

hiii i have a request for gwinam ^_^ - maybe something when he is walking in the school after being bitten and he finds reader, who is a ver shy & overvall cutesy person, and gwinam has had a crush on her for a very long timee ,, maybe him founding her leading to a confession and then it gets spicy ??

take ur time !! 🎀 (dont mind it if u take the request and turn it into headcanons, i know u are just writing like that rn :33)

Yoon Gwi-Nam - Shy!reader (detailed) headcannons

Synopsis: gwinam with a shy reader (me core)..

A/N: i love him so much he will return in season two trust !! this is not proof read for the record..

Warnings: smut content, it's yoon gwinam (actually he's sort of soft i'm ngl)

➠ Gwinam very much felt like God given his current situation. He was bitten by zombies after Cheongsan had the guts to both gouge his eye out and push him off the bookcase into the hoard of zombies but Gwinam had survived. He was convinced that it was destiny. That he was given the gift of immunity so he could carry out what he believed to be his sole purpose: revenge on Cheongsan.

➠ At least, that was what he had believed to be his reason for surviving. Until he caught a very familiar scent. Being bitten by zombies had given him enhanced strength, enhanced vision- enhanced everything really. But it most importantly gave him an amazing sense of smell. He could smell the light, lingering scent of perfume and he knew exactly who it belonged to.

➠ You. Pretty and adorable you. Far before the apocalypse had occurred, he had formed a crush on you. You were shy and there was something so endearing about your nervous behavior that had him desperate for you. He was very aware of the fact that his feelings may not be reciprocated because, well, he was the total opposite of you and quite violent but now, with every other student being living corpses and no one for you to turn to, it's only logical you'd depend on him, right?

➠ A smirk settled on his face at the idea of having you utterly dependent on him. Now, he had two reasons for survival. One: Kill Cheongsan, and two: have you all to himself. With your scent clouding all his senses, he pushed Cheongsan to the back of his mind and set out to find which classroom you must be hiding in. He was sure that if he swooped in like a knight in shining armor, you'd immediately fall in love with him and live a sweet happy ever after.

➠ When he stumbled across the room you were hiding in, he came face to face with a very scared you. He could hear how fast your heart was racing and you quiet sniffles - a clear indicator you were (or at least had been) crying. The sound of your fear drove him mad for all the wrong reasons. He had already promised himself to never let anything happen to your sweet and innocent face so you could stay happy and that promise especially applied to the current problem.

➠ Without another word, he slammed the door open and walked in, an action that made you flinch as you quickly stood up. You had assumed a zombie had somehow forced it's way in but, when you looked at the source, you couldn't exactly tell. He didn't look like a rotting corpse but there was a lot of blood on him that gave you the feeling he wasn't exactly human either.

➠ He shut the door behind him to ensure no zombie could follow after him and eat your pretty flesh. After all, he didn't want you to die now that he found you. You'd be useless as a zombie and he'd rather not have to leave your rotting corpse behind.

➠ "What's wrong? You look a little scared," he spoke with a slight smirk. He found your fear slightly amusing now since he knew you'd absolutely be fine with him around to protect you. He'd be damned if he let you die in this hell hole.

➠ The surprise on your face when he finally talked was enough to make him laugh. He found your evident confusion amusing and he watched your eyes look him up and down several times as you assessed his condition.

➠ As if realizing he looked less than decent, he quickly raised a hand and wiped the blood around his mouth away and onto the sleeve of the white jacket he had stolen. He wasn't trying to scare you away from him, just scare you toward him but the blood on his face certainly wouldn't help him at all.

➠ "W-what happened to you..?" You questioned nervously as you made no move to get closer. He didn't want to be entirely honest because he could only assume you'd run if you realized he had already been bitten several times. It'd be better to lie to you for now so he could get close to you and make sure you don't escape him.

➠ "Nothing. Just got in a fight with another student," he responds as he slowly starts walking closer to you. Of course, you seemed skeptical of his words but he wasn't lying - he was just hiding certain parts of the story.

➠ It was quiet for a few seconds before you seemed to relax in his presence, believing his slight lie. He was slightly taken aback when you immediately walked over to him and pulled his face down to investigate his injury. The way your eyes scanned over his wounded eye made him feel something very new. A different warm feeling in his heart.

➠ "I don't really know much about health and injuries but maybe your eye could get infected if you don't treat it soon," you speak with a sheepish smile before pulling back a little. Your genuine concern for him was so adorable given what type of person was. He definitely didn't deserve your kindness but he took it anyway because he was greedy for you.

➠ "There might be a medkit in here," you speak as you make a move to turn away to search the room. Gwinam doesn't let you get far though and quickly grabs your hand to pull you back. "It's fine, it doesn't hurt or anything. I'm used to it," he speaks as he looks down at your concerned face.

➠ God, you were the cutest thing to him. Your big eyes, you're pretty eyelashes, the way your lips were in a slight pout because you were oh so concerned for him. Not to mention how you were noticeably smaller than him. God, every inch of you was perfect - utterly adorable.

➠ "Are you sure?" You ask curiously and he smirked as a thought crossed his mind at your words. "Well, there is one issue," he spoke as he looked down at you. Of course, your curiosity was peaked so you immediately questioned what the issue was - hoping to help him fix it.

➠ "I lied when I said it doesn't hurt. It does. I think I need someone to kiss it better," he says, his smirk only growing wider. His words pushed you into a stunned silence before you looked away and awkwardly smiled with a slight blush. Your reaction to his words only fueled his confidence as he pushed you to do it.

➠ Miraculously, he had actually managed to convince you despite how shy you seemed about the whole situation. He watched as you stood on your tippy toes and leaned closer. It was an adorable sight, watching you try reach up to give him a quick kiss. He couldn't stop the smile that spread on his face just like he couldn't stop himself from pressing his lips to yours.

➠ To ensure you didn't try pull away, he placed a hand on the back of your head to keep you close as he kissed you. You didn't reciprocate the kiss at first and he knew he'd have to coax you into it. He knew you were probably freaking out internally and far too shy to return his forward action.

➠ After what was a very long kiss, he pulled away with a smirk before licking his lips. "You're so tense. It's just me. Unless.. you don't want to kiss me?" he says teasingly. He can see the look on your face and, god, he'd love to still have his phone right about now so he could take a photo and capture it forever.

➠ If you were being honest with yourself, you weren't exactly against the kiss. You had seen him around school before the outbreak and you had heard of his tendency to bully students but you felt so drawn towards him. You couldn't help yourself - especially when he made it a point to stare at you from afar or brush his hand against yours when walking past in the hallway. He had really wormed his way into your heart.

➠ He stayed quiet for a few moments, letting you process what just happened before he leaned down and kissed you again. This time you reciprocated, more in tune with how you felt, and he was a little too pleased about that. He couldn't help himself when he started to kiss you with more passion before pulling away and trailing messy kisses down your neck and throat.

➠ It didn't take long before he had his cock inside you, pounding away at you with a bundle of grunts and groans leaving his mouth. He had you pressed against the wall, his hands on your thighs as he held you up and fucked his cock up into you. You felt so perfect around him - like you were made for his cock and it was driving him crazy.

➠ Every cry and moan and whimper that escaped your mouth drove him to use more force. He wanted you to cum on his cock. He wanted to fill you with his own cum too. He wanted to claim you and keep you as his forever. Not like you had anywhere else to go, Gwinam had decided that nobody would have you like this except for him. He'd be the only one allowed near you - allowed access to your perfect, tight hole.

➠ As he neared closer to the edge of what was sure to be his best release, he opted for a new position. He quickly moved you to the floor and pinned you down before practically folding you in half and thrusting fast and hard once again.

➠ The new position helped him to reach even deeper and he could feel your walls tighten around him, a clear sign you'd cum all over his cock soon. God, he couldn't wait to watch you come undone. He wanted to make you scream even if it caused every zombie within the school to run towards the classroom. Not like they could lay a finger on you anyway. He'd be damned if he let some corpse kill you now when he finally got his dick wet with your cum.

➠ The moment you do cum, he's cumming with you and neither of you were quiet about it. You both let out a loud moan as he continued to thrust inside of you as he orgasmed. "You're so fucking tight, fuck!" Gwinam cursed out as his thrusts slowed before eventually coming to a stop. He made no move to pull out though, wanting to make sure his seed stays inside of you.

➠ The classroom went quiet as the only sounds were the heavy breaths of both you and Gwinam. He had never felt so amazing in his life and now he knew for sure you were perfect for him.

─── "I'm never letting you go, you hear? I'm going to fuck your tight hole everyday now and make you my pretty doll,"

[mentalitygone]

Gwi-nam drabble coming soon!

[bustingformen]

IVE ACTUALLY BEEN SO OBSESSED W ALL OF US ARE DEAD IN THE PAST FEW DAYS LIKE ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY LIKE IVE WATCHED IT ONE TOO MANY TIMES AND I HAVE EP 6 AND 7 MEMORIZED (IN ENGLISH) BUT IVE BEEN HYPERFIXATED ON NAMRA AND SU HYEOK BC THEY MAKE NE SO HAPPY

OMGG I LOVE AOUAD!!! actually watching su hyeok and nam-ra makes me feel smth but i wish we saw more (or get to see more in the upcoming season) of their backstory and how they feel in love!!! another thing is cheongsan bc i bust when i see him 𐙚

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[sw33test-lambie]

gwi-nam x fem!reader

nsfw content below

you managed to put an end to gwi-nam's bullying at school, but now he’s found a new target—bullying his thick cock into your cervix.

he has you splayed lewdly under him, his thumb toying with your clit as his thick bulbous tip slams against your cervix with each thrust.

he's been toying with you for the past hour, overstimulating your sweet cunt and when you whimper about it being too much, he shuts you up with "doesn't sound the like safe word to me"

⏝︶⊹︶⏝︶୨୧︶⏝︶⊹︶⏝

for obvious reasons, i choose to portray gwi-nam in a less terrible light than in the show. If my content makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to block me.

[sunnysana]

hii could you maybe write gyeongsu x fem!reader where when gyeongsu had to go in the broadcast room because of na-yeon and reader is like really against that and goes into the room and stays there with him and it's just really fluffy because they both have a crush on each other but act oblivious

have a good day/and or night, where ever you are !! <3

Han Gyeonsu × F! Reader

A/N: Hiii thank you so much for the request, I love this idea! Thank you for requesting I hope you enjoy it and have a good day/night aswel <3

Warning(s): a little argument with Nayeon in the begin. Rest is fluffy! :)

"Fine, see you all in an hour" Gyeonsu muttered in annoyance walking into the broadcasting room pointing his middle finger up for everyone to see. Then slamming the door shut.

He had been told to stay in there for 10 minutes by Miss Park as a way to prove he's not infected to Nayeon as a "solution". Even though she was the only one being fussy about it. So he didn't take it well and insisted to stay in there for an full hour instead.

Ridiculous. I thought and decided to speak up not being able to take it anymore.

I rise up from my seat on the edge of the table before turning towards Nayeon. Meanwhile the rest is taking a moment to look through the glass barrier at Gyeonsu who took a seat in there.

"Look what you've done, you're literally the only one who wanted this" I was only about a meter away from her. "What? He's obviously bitten isn't he?" She replied in her well expected bratty tone acting like she's the victem.

"Are you blind? You're the only one who thinks so, we all agreed it's a scratch" she was about to reply before Cheongsan pulled me back gently by my shoulder. "Don't waste your time on her, it's not worth it".

I rolled my eyes at her and sigh giving him a small hum sitting back at my seat like he told me to, earning a scoff from Nayeon.

I look around to see everyone now staring at us instead of Gyeonsu but quickly shift as they noticed my stare. Going back to whatever they we're doing before Gyeonsu was sent away.

But all I could do was zone out at the door which he was behind and fumble with the edge of my skirt thinking about him. Which didn't go unnoticed.

"Hey, you okay?" Cheongsan nudged me about 10 minutes later which made me look back "yeah I'm fine..." I mumble. "I'm just worried about Gyeonsu".

"He'll be alright I'm sure, it's just a scratch anyway he needs to cool down for a bit" his best friend stated.

"Yeah I guess so..." I sigh. "Hey, maybe you can check on him if you wanna... I'm sure he won't mind if it's you". He said I was puzzled on what the last part ment but quickly my attention got shifted away by one particular person.

"Yeah do it, atleast we'll know if he'll bite someone" the one person I disliked hearing the most spoke.

"Hey, don't say that" Miss Park says soft but scolding. "No it's fine I know he won't anyway" I stand up from my seat. And approach the door.

I'll prove her wrong anyway. I turned the door knob and closed it right behind me again.

I enter to the sight of Gyeonsu with his back turned to the door. "Who is it?" He says annoyed expected someone else and turning around.

"Oh, it's you" he says to his suprise getting embarrassed to his earlier rudeness but hides it. "What do you want?" He asks in a gentler tone, his hand playing with the fabric of his sleeve.

"I'm here to check on you..." I say shyly a little nervous being alone with him. "Though I know it's just a scratch" I add on.

He noticed the small blush on my face which made him red aswell. "I knew you'd believe me, you always do when I'm getting the blame..." he referenced the times before in class when I stood up for him when Nayeon was giving him the blame for basically anything again.

"It's nothing really" I said obviously shy as my cheeks had a pretty tint of red on them. "...Anyway can I see the wound?" I say trying to brush it off.

"Yeah sure" Gyeonsu agreed willingly holding out his hand as I get close to him.

I gently take his hand in mine inspecting it gently, giving him a slight tingle from the soft touch. His heart beating a little faster. "You were really brave back there you know? I don't wanna know what would've happend if you didn't help out back there". I compliment him wanting to warm the mood.

He looked up at me trying to hide a small smile. "I just did what I had to do you know" he switches back to his usual self, boasting a little trying to impress me with his awnser. Which gained a chuckle from me giving his arm a soft slap in reply.

"Hey I'm just being honest" he replied with a blushy soft smile on my face making me feel funny.

Time goes by as I sat on the floor with him as he abandoned his chair. Out of view from the rest. Talking about memories from school before the craziness outside.

My head was now resting on his shoulder as I hear him give another story time of his. Seeing how his pretty eyes turn up when he smiles and the cute chuckle whenever he remembers another fun thing he did.

However she didn't know that he had similar thoughts, taking a quick glance as her each time he told her someone new to see if she'd laugh. The laugh that sounds like music to his ears. Hoping he might catch her looking up at his face with her pretty eyes.

"Hey remember that time when someone made up a rumor about us? That bastard cheongsan never let it die down" he jokes "yeah I still don't know who made it up to this day" I look at him "Daesu and Wujin kept teasing me about it too..." I say chuckling at the memory.

"How did that rumor even get made?" I look away a little blushy. "Not that I minded though...".

He turned his head to look at me. "You didn't?" He asked which made me look back into his adorable eyes. Some type of hidden hope stirred in him. "No, not really... did you mind?" My voice shaking slightly from the nerves.

His eyes light up "No... I guess I didn't" I fidged with the fabric on my skirt rubbing it against my finger tips. "Maybe it wasn't so bad then...".

Cute he thought as he noticed the fumbling and tried to gather the courage to hold her hand.

Come on man you gotta do this. This might be the only chance he could basically hear cheongsan say. Otherwise he definitely won't let me rest anymore.

He thought already hearing the pestering coming if he didn't take great opportunity.

Cheongsan had always told him to go for it as he had always noticed how he stared at her. However he himself couldn't even confess to Onjo. Whatever atleast he'd be the first to make a move and prove Cheongsan wrong.

His finally makes up his mind and he gently takes her hand in his. His heart beating faster than ever before. The moment he had always dreamed off.

It caught me by suprise as our eyes interlock. We both blush not knowing what so say, just enjoying the moment. His warm hand on mine feeling like a moment out of my favorite romance drama's.

Suddenly the door opens. "Times been up for a while" it was Cheongsan at the door opening. "Oh" he noticed us on the floor. "Just come out when you're ready" he smirks and shuts the door before he can get a reaction out of Gyeonsu.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you like it since it's my first time writing again after a while. Again thank you for the request I really enjoyed writing it. Feel free to request again!

[xus-alt]

My girl Nam-Ra

(Post halfbie infection)

[luvlyfandoms]

HI HI can you do hc's of gyeongsu, woo-jin and joon-yeong with teasing and flirty reader who lowkey wants to fuck alot ? Love ur writinggg

Gyeong-su

• MY SHAYLAAAA

• he hates it when you tease him

• makes him whiny and pouty

• but he’ll definitely tease you back

• and he definitely doesn’t complain about your high sex drive

• y’all have quickies in the janitor’s closet

• “shh, be quiet or someone will catch us” he tells you while he kisses your neck and slides his hand under your skirt

Woo-jin

• MY SHAYLAAAA

• smug and sarcastic

• will deprive you of sex if you’re a brat

• “your teasing doesn’t work on me”

• “better stop or I won’t fuck you”

• pulls you into the bathroom

• takes you into a stall and fucks you quick before anyone else comes in

Joon-yeong

• MY SHAYLAAAA

• you whisper in his ear while sitting next to him in class

• he looks over at you as he shifts in his seat, shaking his head “shhh, pay attention”

• you place your hand on his thigh and feel him tense up while trying to keep his eyes forward

• after class you take his hand and pull him to an empty room, locking the door behind you

• he pushes you against the wall and lets his hands roam while y’all kiss

• he drops to his knees and pushes your skirt up while looking up at you and adjusting his glasses

[gigiszn]

hi!! i LOVE ur gwi-nam sm :)

ik he isn’t a great person but he’s just so hot and i’m so glad there’s more ppl writing for himmm😭

i was wondering if you could write some fluff for him? like him protecting the reader but veryyy reluctantly bc he still has to keep up his tough guy appearance yk? bc lets be honest if he’s protecting you he’s gonna make it seem like such a chore😭 and if you dm could you use y/n or reader? i know you don’t like using y/n and stuff so if you don’t want to that’s okay! :)

SEVEN MINUTES — gwi-nam x fem!reader

no i totally agree that he'd see it as a chore.. like in his mind he'd know that he'd literally die to protect you but then when it comes to doing it he'd be all 'yeah yeah i'm only doing it bcs i want to..' it's nice to write him in a fluff, i'm the type of person who always tries to see the best in everyone and what better way than to write about it?

and i totally do not mind writing y/n / reader fics! if that's what the audience wants thats what the audience gets :) <33

here's some gwinam fluff for u babe!!

tw: blood, mentions of attack, mentions of zombies, written in 2nd pov,,

wc: 2.7k

FLUFF!

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To do list for today:

Do laundry? Check. Get to school on time? Sorta-check. Fight off brain-eating zombies?

At this moment, you couldn’t even entertain the thought of checking that box off. You were lying flat on the cold cafeteria floor, your vision blurry as you stared up at the classmate that'd be sure to make you his lunch instead of the gimbap and kimchi. On top of you, the boy you’d sat next to in math just this morning was animalistic, uncontrollable, with blood dripping from his face. He was a still, haunting reminder of how quickly everything had spiraled out of control.

The blood that had splattered across his face was now seeping onto your own, a chilling, sticky warmth that had your stomach turning. You could barely hear the chaos over the rush of your heartbeat, but the eerie groans of zombies and their shuffling footsteps filled your ears. Your mind was struggling to keep up, caught between the instinct to fight back and the cold reality that it might be too late.

Your body felt frozen, unable to move, as if you were stuck in place by some invisible force. The cafeteria was a warzone now—tables upended, broken chairs scattered across the floor, and the grotesque sound of gnawing filling the air as people ran around you. Every inch of your being screamed for you to get up, to run, to do anything, but your legs felt like lead. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. You were just there, waiting for the inevitable.

Then, in the midst of it all, a sharp sound cut through your panic—a grunt, a struggle, and suddenly the weight of the boy who had been lying on top of you was yanked off. Your heart skipped, and you blinked, trying to focus through the haze.

Before you could even react, you looked up—and there he was.

Gwi-nam?

The last person you ever expected to see in this nightmare.

Gwi-nam. Your past. Your confusion. The boy you had once cared for, the one you had loved, but also the one you’d distanced yourself from because of everything he’d done. It wasn’t just the bullying, or the way he made others feel helpless and small—it was how you felt helpless in his presence, like there was nothing you could do to stop him.

But now, there he was, his dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. His chest rose and fell quickly, and his expression was a mix of focus and something you couldn’t quite place.

You didn’t know whether to feel relief or dread.

Without hesitation, he grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet. You didn’t argue, couldn’t argue. There was no time. In a swift motion, he guided you toward the kitchen, moving with a purpose that left no room for doubt. His grip on you was firm, almost urgent, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. The chaos around you had left you disoriented, and for the first time in what felt like hours, you felt like you had a sliver of hope.

The kitchen door slammed shut behind you as you tumbled inside, and Gwi-nam immediately shoved you under the counter, lowering you into the cramped space. You had barely settled when you heard the sound of his footsteps behind you, his body pressing against your back as he slid into place. The tight space left little room to move, but there was a strange comfort in knowing you weren’t alone—not that you could have moved if you wanted to. The air was thick, the stench of decay mixing with the lingering scent of food and sweat. Your heart pounded in your ears, every beat a reminder that time was running out.

Two other figures huddled in the kitchen with you, a boy and a girl. They were breathing heavily, clearly as terrified as you were. You couldn’t tell how many zombies were in the building anymore—too many had already been drawn into the chaos—but the muffled groans told you that they were close, too close for comfort.

You pressed your back further into Gwi-nam’s chest, trying to steady your breathing. The sensation of his warmth against you was oddly grounding, though it didn’t ease the panic building in your chest. You didn’t know if you could trust him, not really—not after everything—but there was no time for doubt now. You just had to hold on, survive, and hope that the world outside this kitchen would make sense again when you stepped out of it.

The zombies hadn’t reached the kitchen yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they found you. The fear in your stomach twisted tighter with every passing second. The kitchen, once a mundane place, had turned into a prison—a place of both safety and suffocating confinement.

You sat there, your head resting against the cold, hard edge of the counter, trying to breathe through the fear that was clawing its way up your throat. Gwi-nam’s breathing was steady behind you, but the tension between you two was palpable. The silence in the cramped space was deafening, broken only by the faint noises from the rest of the building. The zombies hadn’t given up yet. You could hear their shuffling steps, their guttural groans drifting through the walls.

But for now, you were alive.

And maybe that was enough.

You turned your head, feeling the weight of time stretching on for what felt like hours. You had to stay quiet—every sound, every breath, seemed like it could betray your hiding spot. The floor beneath you was cold, your body stiff with the effort to stay still. Slowly, you shifted your body, now facing Gwi-nam, who was focused on the girl next to you. His eyes were intent on her, his finger pressed to his lips, signaling her to stay silent. He was too busy trying to calm her to notice your movements.

You held your breath. The sound of shuffling footsteps and distant groans filled the air, making your heart race in time with your pulse. It was only a matter of time before the undead would find their way under the counter.

As you were about to speak, hoping to get his attention, Gwi-nam’s patience seemed to snap. Without a word, he shoved the girl aside, moving with quick, calculated precision. Before you could even process what was happening, a nearby cafeteria worker—now one of the zombies—lunged at her, grabbing her in a flash. The girl let out a muffled scream, but there was nothing anyone could do. She was already torn into, the floor painted with her ruby liquid.

You froze, a gasp rising from your chest. Your instincts kicked in, and you tried to make a move, to run, to help, but Gwi-nam’s hand shot up to cover your mouth, pulling you back into his arms with surprising strength. His grip was firm, preventing you from doing anything rash.

You could feel his heart beating against your back as he held you tightly, his other hand pressing gently but urgently against your chest. His body was solid behind you, a strange sense of security amidst the chaos. But the sound of the girl’s panicked cries was still ringing in your ears, followed by a terrible silence.

The boy who had been hiding with you had lunged forward in an attempt to rescue her, but he was quickly overtaken by the swarm. His struggles were brief, his fate sealed in seconds. The sounds of his cries were drowned out by the savage growls of the people you'd once called friends.

Everything went still. For a moment, it was like the world had paused, your breath caught in your throat. The cold air of the kitchen felt heavier now, suffocating. You wanted to scream, to break down, but your body wouldn’t let you. Instead, a tight knot of fury twisted in your chest.

You turned to face Gwi-nam, your eyes burning with anger. You slapped his hand away, the sound of it harsh in the silence. "You're still the same old Gwi-nam, even now?" you whispered, your voice shaking with a mix of fear and fury. The words stung as they left your lips, the truth of them hitting harder than you expected.

You grabbed hold of his shirt, your fists trembling with the weight of your emotions. You tugged him closer, your eyes locked onto his. You needed him to understand, to feel how much this hurt. "How could you just let that happen?" you spat out, your voice bitter, almost breaking under the strain of everything that had built up between you.

“Just shut up and stop complaining, y/n!” For a moment, there was nothing but silence, the kind that felt too loud, too heavy. The tension between you both crackled in the air, and you wondered if this would be the moment he pushed you away for good.

Instead, his hands moved slowly, cautiously, as if he was afraid you would break if he moved too quickly. He reached out, pulling you toward him. His embrace was surprisingly gentle, wrapping around you tightly, as if he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.

You froze. You were confused, unsure how to react. For a long moment, your hands hovered in the air, uncertain. Your breath caught in your throat, your body tense with the whirlwind of emotions you were trying to sort through.

Everything inside you screamed to pull away, to resist the closeness, but in that moment, you couldn’t find the strength to do it. Slowly, almost reluctantly, you lowered your hands, your fingers touching his back. The warmth of his body against yours was a strange comfort amidst the chaos, but it didn’t make sense. You weren’t sure if you were angry, scared, or both.

“I would always do anything to save you,” Gwi-nam whispered into your ear, his voice low and sincere, but there was something else there—a weight, a hidden truth behind the words. “Always—Even if it means making impossible choices. So stop whining and just let me fucking save us.”

The air around you grew thick, and for a brief second, the noise of the world outside seemed to fade away. His words settled into your mind, sinking in deeper than you wanted them to. You wanted to argue, to tell him how wrong he was, but the truth was harder to deny than you cared to admit. There was a darkness in this world now—a darkness that forced people to do things they might never have thought possible.

And in that darkness, Gwi-nam’s words felt like a promise. A promise to protect you, no matter the cost.

You squeezed your eyes shut, the weight of everything hitting you all at once. The memories of everything that had come before—the moments of laughter, the shared secrets, the way he once made you feel so alive in a world that now felt so dead—came rushing back. It was all so complicated now. The love, the hurt, the distance. The world had torn you apart, and you weren’t sure if you could put the pieces back together.

You could feel Gwi-nam’s hand tightening at the back of your head, his fingers gently pressing against your scalp as he held you closer. It wasn’t forceful or aggressive, but it was a silent promise, a quiet reassurance that despite the destruction, despite the monsters that now roamed the world, you wouldn’t have to face this alone.

The next moment flew by in a blur. The two first-years who had left the counter—now twisted and zombified—lunged toward you with unsettling speed. He didn't hesitate. Grabbing a metal table, he shoved it toward the oncoming attackers, creating just enough space for you to slip away. His hand shot out, grabbing yours with urgency, and together, you barreled toward the cafeteria window above the sink. Without a word, he hoisted you up, his grip tightening as he pulled you through.

You tumbled into the alley beyond, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your hearts pounded as you ran hand-in-hand, the shuffling footsteps of the zombies close behind. An idea sparked in your mind—a plan, however small. You tugged him with purpose toward the building, the one the two of you had snuck behind every day to escape the chaos of high school life. It was familiar, a small piece of normalcy in a world turned upside down.

The zombies were close—too close—but as you scaled a ventilator and pressed your backs against the cool metal of the machine, they lost your trail. The world felt distant now, the cacophony of screeches and growls slowly fading into the distance.

Time stretched, becoming a slow, agonizing pulse. You lay still, barely breathing, watching as the night swallowed the world around you. Minutes—or was it hours?—passed before you finally sat up, cautiously peering through the shadows. The weight of the silence pressed in around you.

"Holy shit," you muttered under your breath.

Gwi-nam laughed softly beside you, breaking the tension. You both sat in quiet companionship for a while, catching your breath. Your mind spun, but you focused on the immediate task at hand: survival. The conversation meandered, but all you could think about was getting the two of you somewhere safe. Away from this nightmare.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting pale light over the ruined world below, but the time was irrelevant now. Nothing mattered except the here and now. Your breath steadied, but there was an undeniable unease in the air.

"Did you know," you spoke up, your voice surprisingly calm, "when you die, you see seven minutes of your best memories before it all ends?"

He tilted his head, eyebrow raised, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "You think we're gonna die?"

Your lips curled into a half-smile as you shrugged, a touch of uncertainty in your eyes. "I don't know. Maybe."

For a long moment, the only sound was the distant hum of the night. His gaze never left you, searching your face for something, something that lingered between the weight of the world and the quiet comfort of your presence. Slowly, he reached for your hand. His grip was warm against the cool night air.

"You’d be my seven minutes," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper.

You met his gaze, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminating the quiet intensity in his eyes. For a brief second, it felt like the entire world—zombies, the chaos, the desperation—faded away. As you held his stare, the weight of everything that had happened, and everything that could still happen, seemed to evaporate, leaving nothing but the two of you. The shadows of the world around you dissolved, like a fading nightmare. In that moment, the air between you thickened, your breath mingling as you whispered, “And you’d be mine.”

It was as if time had suspended itself, the violence of the world slipping into the background, becoming just a distant memory, a figment of imagination. There was nothing but him, nothing but this fragile, precious quiet. You leaned in, the space between you shrinking, your heart racing in anticipation of something simple yet profound.

Just before your lips could meet, your hand instinctively rose, and with a single finger, you pressed it lightly between your lips, halting the moment. His eyes searched yours, a quiet smile forming at the corners of his mouth. “Save the kiss for when we make it out of here,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper, as though the words themselves might be a secret only meant for this fragile slice of time.

A playful glint flickered in his eyes, and before you could fully process it, he swept you into his arms, pulling you close in a tight, almost reckless squeeze. The sudden closeness caught you off guard, but there was comfort in it—a promise that, for now, you were safe in his arms, even if only for a moment.

“Deal,” he whispered with a chuckle, his voice low and warm against your ear. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and for the briefest instant, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist—just the two of you, holding on to something that felt like hope, something that might just get you both through the nightmare you found yourselves in.

[katsukillsu]

<3

All of us are dead forever has my heart.

Yall are sleeping on character, movie made in 2021 and its genuinely so good. 100% recommend it.

[gyaruhana]

why does being a gwinam enjoyer feels like a crime😣😣 im sorry but that man is hot

REAL

it's so hard to say i'm a gwinam enjoyer when he's.. well.. Gwinam.

But he's so fine !! i can't help it..

[mentalitygone]

Masterlist! All of us are dead.

Squid game

Yoon Gwi-nam

Illness - fluff

Lee Cheong-san

•coming soon!

Choi Nam-ra

•coming soon!

Nam On-jo

•coming soon!

Han Gyeong-su

•coming soon!

Lee su-hyeok

•coming soon!

Min Eun-ji

•coming soon!

[burningembers91]

Adding to Fic List - All of Us Are Dead

I'll be starting some fics based on a few characters in the Netflix series All of Us Are Dead. I'll be writing for:

Song Jae-Ik

Nam So-Ju

Lee Byeong-Chan

Kim U-Sin

I won't be writing for any of the student characters, because as someone in their 30's, that just doesn't sit right with me.

If you'd like to request something for any of these characters, please take a look at the pinned list of prompts on my page :)

[danaeufo]

You guys literally DON’T understand how much I miss my girl Mi Jin…💔

My Shayla😕