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quack-quack-snacks · 9 months ago

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Star Crossed - Chapter 9

The Star Crossed Masterlist

My All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist

My Navigation and Masterlist

Warnings: Normal AOUAD things, Gwi-nam Word Count: 4,890

As you looked up, you saw the one and only Gwi-nam running across the rooftop towards Cheong-san who was running towards him too. They slammed into each other and Gwi-nam got the better of the situation by slamming Cheong-san onto the ground on his back.

“Cheong-san!”

Su-hyeok screamed for his friend, getting up right after you had and running towards the two.

Cheong-san yelled in agony and you looked around for something to do. You couldn’t bring yourself to fight him. You couldn’t fight your brother, no matter what he was doing to your friends.

On-jo had run up to Gwi-nam from behind him and grabbed ahold of his jacket, trying to pull him off without success until she was slung away and landed right in front of you. You, along with Hyo-ryung and Ji-min, helped her up as she winced in pain. You lifted her shirt slightly to assess the damage and luckily there didn’t seem to be anything too bad. At the most, it would probably just bruise.

You heard more grunts and looked up just in time to see Gwi-nam kick Su-hyeok monstrously into a pile of metal chairs. You let go of On-jo to run to him but as soon as you did she almost fell to the ground. Cursing, you picked her back up and held her up with her arm around your shoulder. You looked up to take a good look at the person you had called your brother for all your life and didn’t recognize him. Blood covered his chin and jacket. It was fresh and looked like he had just eaten somebody. You would be terrified of him being an actual full-fledged zombie if it weren’t for how conscious and aware he seemed to be.

Joon-yeong, thankfully, ran over to help out Su-hyeok who was gasping for breath and you mentally expressed your gratitude towards him.

Gwi-nam looked around and skimmed over who was standing in front of him, his eyes glancing over you before he did a double take. His face switched rapidly between emotions; his asshole, tough-guy, dead-eyed face changed to one of confusion, then concern, then relief, until finally, it ended on annoyance.

“(Y/n)? What the fuck are you doing with these assholes?” He asked you and took a few steps towards you but you got dragged back by On-jo, who had gotten her strength back, Hyo-ryung, and Ji-min. All three of them pushed you behind them and you would have given a smile at them for their protectiveness but this was not the time. Gwi-nam scoffed and you stepped out in front of the three girls but On-jo and Ji-min grabbed onto your right arm while Hyo-ryung grabbed onto your left to hold you back.

“Guys. Let me go,” you ordered them in the most terrifying and monotone voice you could muster, but it had no effect. While you didn’t regret telling them about how your act was just that, an act, you wished you had done it at a time later than this moment.

Gwi-nam scoffed at your friends’ actions and stayed in his spot, glancing back over to everyone else. He sighed. “Who are you?” He asked them in a voice fringing on being bored to death.

“What the hell are you? You come from the One Heart club?” Dae-su asked seriously and Gwi-nam looked behind him at the back of his jacket before stuffing his hands into his pockets with an arrogant smirk on his face. “It's me. Yeah.” When everyone continued to look confused, his smirk dropped. “You don't know? How the fuck do you not know me?”

“I know you. I said it many times before.”

“Cheong-san don’t!” You warned him and tried fruitlessly to escape the tight grips of the girls behind you. Despite not using their strength often, they were pretty strong.

“You're the bullies' gopher,” Cheong-san ignored your warnings and Gwi-nam raised a hand while taking a threatening step forward.

He pointed the hand he used to threaten to hit him with to point at him as he spoke out a warning. “If you call me that again, I'll kill you.”

“You weren't a gangster and you weren't a good student. And now you're not a human and you're not a zombie either. No matter the time or place… you're nothing.”

Gwi-nam scoffed and clicked his tongue before a menacing smile was set on his face. “I won't just kill you. I'll gouge out both of your eyes and feed your blind ass to the zombies. Oh, yeah,” he promised. He looked around at the group as he spoke again. “Everyone but Cheong-san and (Y/n), can go. Unless you wanna die with this fucker.”

“What do you want with (Y/n)?” Cheong-san questioned and Gwi-nam shot him a look like he was stupid.

“She’s my little fucking sister, asshole. Even if you somehow fucking killed me, I’ll still make sure she gets out of here alive,” he promised and it reminded you of how he would always protect you against your abusive father. Except this time, he’s protecting you against zombies… while promising to feed your friend to them…

Lovely.

When no one moved from their spots, standing with Cheong-san even after Gwi-nam took a warning step forward, the boy tilted his head slightly, annoyed. “You're all dead.” He then raced forward to charge for Cheong-san who met him halfway and they scuffled. You squirmed with all of your might against the tight grips of your friends but they only loosened slightly until they continued to wrap tightly around your arms. Ji-min did let go to rush forward and help the boys as they fought but Hyo-ryung and On-jo held strong.

Joon-yeong got flung backwards and landed on his back, groaning and his glasses flew off his face and onto the ground beside him.

Cheong-san got kicked towards you and Ji-min helped him up as Gwi-nam took menacingly slow steps forward until Su-hyeok appeared from behind him with a wooden portrait holder used for painting and slammed it against his back. Gwi-nam spun around to face him and quickly dodged a hit from Su-hyeok before grabbing ahold of his neck and forcing him backward to the edge of the roof.

“Gwi-nam! Stop!” You begged but he did nothing of the sort.

Luckily, Su-hyeok was a skilled fighter. He jumped up and kicked Gwi-nam’s torso backward, making him lean back in an odd, inhuman, contorted way. His feet were still planted on the floor but his upper body levitated above the ground. His spine looked like it snapped in half. His bones crunched as he lifted himself back up and started walking towards Su-hyeok again. At his first step forward, you remembered a self-defense mechanism Su-hyeok had told you once.

If you make yourself dead weight, it will make it harder for people to keep a hold of you.

You dropped your body weight to the floor, On-jo and Hyo-ryung scrambling to keep a hold of you but you escaped too quickly for them and ran towards your brother, jumping on his back and putting him in a chokehold. It wouldn’t do anything to him, you knew this, but just like you couldn’t bear to hurt him, he couldn’t bear to hurt you either.

Or so you thought.

Gwi-nam grabbed hold of you and threw you over his shoulder towards the corner of the roof.

“Do yourself a favor, and stay the fuck out of this (Y/n/n),” he warned. Your breath was knocked out of your lungs harshly and you wheezed while simultaneously holding your leg where you had scraped the skin of your knee extremely harshly. Blood seeped out all across the concrete beneath you. At the metallic scent, Gwi-nam’s head redirected back to you from where it had been focused on Su-hyeok. “(Y-Y/n)?” Gwi-nam hesitantly took a step towards you, his anger and murderous face taking up that of a concerned brother once again.

Up until Nam-ra walked up behind him and slammed him across the back with a stick set aflame. He turned back to look at her and grabbed her neck, lifting her above the ground.

“Nam-r-ra…!” You tried to weakly scream her name but you still hadn’t regained your breath. Su-hyeok ran over to you, lifting your upper body into his lap as he checked you over but you kept your eyes on the fight between your brother and your best friend. Gwi-nam smacked her down but she was insistent and stabbed the broken stick into his leg when he started moving in your direction again. He groaned and took the broken stick out of his leg, aiming for Nam-ra but she fought against him and held onto his arm.

“Let go,” he started thrashing around but she didn’t let go of him. “Let go!” He punched her across the face and she fell to the ground but kept her hold on his arm. He then lifted her up and slammed her back against the ground a few times before finally breaking her hold. He lifted her up and off the ground by grabbing ahold of her hair to bring them face to face.

They spoke in hushed tones that you couldn’t hear until Nam-ra threw Gwi-nam near the wall of the roof. He barely wasted a second before getting back up. Su-hyeok, who had gently set you back down onto the ground, stood up, ready to fight. He kicked the back of his knees and punched him before getting slammed against the edge of the roof by Gwi-nam. Nam-ra, out of instinct to protect her new friend, grabbed ahold of Gwi-nam and threw him over the edge of the roof.

You watched with mixed emotions as he disappeared over the edge of the roof’s wall and closed your eyes.

“Fuck.”

Everyone took a sigh of relief after that, even you. You dragged yourself to be leaning against the wall and looked down at your legs. One was worse than the other but they both still hurt like shit. The skin was torn up around your knees and upper calves and for the time being, you weren’t able to walk or stand.

You took your shoes off and grabbed ahold of a sharp wooden stick from beside you, using it to cut one of the knee-high socks you were wearing at the ankle. You pulled the sock up to cover the wounds and folded them in half so they would be tighter and prevent any more blood loss. They stained red instantly from how much you were bleeding but you didn’t care. Nam-ra walked up to kneel next to you and took the stick from your hand before doing the other leg for you. You could see the guilt and regret on her face so you covered one of her shaking hands with your own.

“It was the best thing to do,” you told her and she nodded before focusing back on covering your wounds. After that, you put both of your shoes back on and tried to stand but collapsed. Su-hyeok, who had been standing by to give the two of you your space, ran forward and helped you up after the first failed attempt. “Su-hyeok, I’m fine. I just wasn’t expecting it,” you told him through gritted teeth after a certain movement made your legs sting like hell.

“No. You’re not fine, and don’t pretend like you are.”

“You got thrown around way more times than me! You should be helping yourself!” You protested but he just scoffed and rolled his eyes before picking you up princess-style and carrying you over to the fire.

“I was thrown around more and yet you come out more beaten up than all of us combined. Let me take care of you for once, yeah?”

You looked away and huffed, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks and reluctantly thanking Su-hyeok when he set you down in front of the fire, carefully helping you into a sitting position before sitting next to you and stretching out his shoulder.

“Damn, it stings!” Dae-su complained about his own wounds and you looked over at him.

“You doing alright, Dae-su? You got thrown around too…” Your eyes roamed over his growing bruises with a noticeable look of guilt.

“Yeah, I’m alright (Y/n),” he reassured you with a smile and you returned it as you listened to Joon-yeong and Cheong-san’s conversation after Joon-yeong gave up on fixing his glasses.

“What the hell is with that Gwi-nam kid?” Joon-yeong asked him. “You said he got bitten.”

“I don't know,” Cheong-san admitted. “It looks like he became something totally different.”

“I don't think he can die,” Su-hyeok spoke up.

“What will we do if he climbs back up here again? None of us are in any shape to take him on again…” You trailed off and everyone nodded in agreement.

“He's bad enough… but to be honest, I'm scared of Nam-ra too,” Ji-min admitted. “You saw her fighting before.”

“Nam-ra was literally just fighting out there to help save you guys. How could you still accuse her like this? I understand how you’re scared but she’s proven herself over and over again. How about a little trust?” You begged Ji-min and she gave you a half-hearted shrug, unsure if she would take your words seriously.

“Well… I think it's reasonable to assume they're both half-bies-” Dae-su started until Hyo-ryung elbowed him in the gut and he grunted. “What?” He whispered to her.

Ji-min turned to Nam-ra. “Are you really okay, Nam-ra?” She asked. “You won't do that to us, right?” She asked again when she didn’t answer the first time.

“Would you believe me if I said that I wouldn't?” Nam-ra asked rhetorically.

“Why do you have to say it that way? Can you at least try to make us believe you? We're going to be together anyway,” Ji-min complained.

Nam-ra took a deep breath and sighed before looking back up at JI-min who had looked down to stare at the fire that was slowly burning out.

“I… I've never done anything but study. I don't think I was naive, I think I was a coward,” she looked down at her hands as Ji-min looked back up at her. “I was too scared my grades would drop and my mom would get mad. So I didn't do anything. I was too scared to make friends. My mom would always ask me what rank they were in class, what their parents did, how big their house was… I never even told her about (Y/n) who I’ve been friends with for over a year now,” she paused for a moment. “I never thought I'd get a chance to sit around a fire with all of you like this. It's really nice. It's my first time,” she looked up and glanced around at the group with a smile. “If we somehow manage to get out of here. I really hope we can make a fire… and hang out like this again. I really hope we can do that.”

“Sure, let's do it,” On-jo agreed and looked over to Nam-ra, their eyes locking and both smiling softly at each other. “If anyone wants to make a fire… we can all get together,” On-jo promised and you smiled to yourself.

“Sorry, Nam-ra,” Ji-min apologized and you smiled, liking how everyone has come to see Nam-ra the way you’ve been seeing her for your whole friendship. Nam-ra looked down and chuckled softly with a smile.

“Ooh. Did you just smile?” Dae-su joked. “Super awkward.”

“God, come on,” Hyo-ryung whispered and looked at Dae-su with irritation.

“What now? What?” He asked her, confusion and annoyance mixing.

“Why don't you two just date already?” Wu-jin asked. “You guys are so annoying.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Psycho.”

They both spoke at the same time and you just chuckled at their similarities. If they just got over themselves, they would be a genuinely good couple.

“Hold on.”

Everyone looked over at Nam-ra as she spoke and she looked pensive, almost hopeful.

“Did you hear that?” She asked and looked around at everyone, her eyes wide.

“No, what is it?” Su-hyeok asked her calmly, one hand rested on your thigh right above your wound where he rubbed tiny circles on your skin and created butterflies in your stomach.

“What? Is someone out there?” Hyo-ryung also asked, more worried and scared.

“Oh fuck, not again,” you complained and mentally prepared yourself for the pain that would come with standing up.

Nam-ra looked off into the distance with an expecting gaze. “Listen.”

Everyone’s heads snapped in the same direction and they gasped.

You focused your hearing on something, you weren’t sure what but you remained focused even as the group questioned the silence. Suddenly, you heard the familiar sound of wind whirring.

“Wait… Is that a helicopter?” You asked and stood up abruptly, Su-hyeok right beside you to help you remain balanced. Your left foot didn’t hurt as much, it was just your right that was debilitatingly painful. The others stood up after you and you all saw lights in the distance. Cheong-san walked towards the edge and looked off to see the helicopter heading straight for the school.

“Hey…” He stated and ran back towards the campfire to grab a lit stick. “Fire!”

“Yeah, yeah! They see us! They're coming!” Wu-jin expressed and everyone started waving their hands in the air frantically. Su-hyeok handed you off to Nam-ra who held you tightly meanwhile he also waved his hands around and screamed.

Everyone started screaming at the same time, all pleading for them to come over. Dae-su even ran up to the edge and stood on a crate to raise his body as he yelled. Joon-yeong frantically ran up behind him to make sure he didn’t fall. “This way! This way! Look over here!”

“Look at us, will you?”

“Come save us!”

“Here!”

When the helicopter grew closer so it was hovering above the roof, everyone started cheering in happiness and jumping up and down. Su-hyeok came back over to help support you and Nam-ra let go in favor of covering her ears from how loud the wind was. You all continued to celebrate when you all saw four soldiers dressed in black gear slide down two ropes they threw out from the aircraft, two at a time, and land on the roof with you. Once they were down, they pointed their guns at you and you all backed up in confusion and fear, the cheering and thanking stopping immediately. The helicopter they came down from slowly rose up again and flew away and you all stood with your hands in the air, confused.

“Get down. All of you,” one of the soldiers commanded but you all stood still, unmoving.

Dae-su spoke first and asked the soldiers, “Sir. Can you please help us?” They all aimed their guns directly at him threateningly and screamed out orders.

“Face down on the ground! Get down!”

Slowly, each of you lowered yourselves to the ground, Su-hyeok helping you before following, and you all were on the ground, lying on your stomachs. They started walking around and pressing a device near your necks. It beeped after a second and the soldier then repeated a number. You guessed they were thermometers and just prayed for Nam-ra to still be as warm as she was earlier today. You looked over at Nam-ra and saw her using her hair to cover her reddened eye.

When the soldier made his way around to you, you tensed as he held the thermometer up to your neck.

“35.2° C. This one also needs medical attention to her legs. Providing warming blanket and first aid kit now.”

They continued going around, checking each person’s temperature while one soldier ran to get the warming blanket and first aid kit for you. Su-hyeok came rushing forward to assist you with the cleaning and bandaging process after he was cleared and got permission to do so from the soldiers. You watched him as he wiped down your knee, trying not to think of the sting, and saw the thermometer light up in red as the soldier checked Nam-ra. You held your breath as he spoke. “34.5°. Providing a warming blanket.”

You let out a sigh of relief as one of the other soldiers came back with another metallic blanket and wrapped it around her back.

“We'll rescue them after the mission's complete. Over,” one of the soldiers announced and the others nodded their heads. “You can get up now.”

Everyone slowly stood to rise, Su-hyeok helping you when you almost stumbled. Your legs were better now with the help of the medical equipment but they were still painful to move

“Are you the only survivors?” One asked.

“We don't really know,” Cheong-san spoke for the group. “There are probably others.”

The soldier nodded. “We're going down for a few minutes. Wait right here.”

“Are you not gonna rescue us?” Ji-min shoved her way forward and asked them, doubt leaking from her bold tone.

“Yes, we will,” they reassured. “So don't go anywhere. Don't do anything. Just wait here. Understand?” Everyone murmured their agreement and the man who you assumed was the highest rank turned to the other three soldiers. “Let's go.”

Ji-min looked defeated and you reached forward to grab her hand. She jumped in surprise as she looked back at you but then relaxed and rested a hand over the one you had on her arm. You could see she was trying not to cry.

One soldier stayed behind as the other three went into the school. You were confused about what they were doing. Why would they willingly go into the school? You decided not to pay attention to it and just turned to Nam-ra who was holding her eye in pain with one hand while the other held the blanket around her shoulders.

“Hey,” you asked and she turned to you. “Are you okay?” You gestured to her eye and she just gave a slight nod.

“I think so.”

You nodded and thought you should save your strength so you sat down, Su-hyeok helping you and sitting beside you. After a while, the three soldiers came back up, safe and sound, and the helicopter moved over to the same place it was when it dropped them down onto the roof. One soldier reached into his bag and pulled out a harness.

“Master Sergeant. You go up first,” one of the soldiers commanded.

“Yes, sir,” he agreed and ran to the rope, but your eyes didn’t follow him as the other soldier spoke again and gained your attention.

“We'll pull you up one at a time,” he explained. Nam-ra had sat down next to you at some point and was holding her ears this time in pain from the loud wind that must have been even louder with her new bodily functions. You reached over to wrap the falling blanket around her shoulders, tucking it around her so it stayed in place, and then wrapped your arm around her shoulder, trying to do as much as you could to stop her from feeling too much pain. “Stay still even if you're scared. Okay?”

“You're not landing the chopper?” Ji-min questioned with a panicked look.

“We can't. It can get unstable. He's gonna pull you up, so don't worry,” he reassured and she still looked scared but more relieved. After the soldier rose to the top of the helicopter and was safely inside of it, the other soldier spoke again. “You can't go all at once, so let's go one by one.”

“We can't all go?” Cheong-san panicked but the soldier quickly eased his worries.

“We can take all of you, but it has to be one by one.”

Everyone looked around at who would go first and they all collectively, but silently, decided on Ji-min. On-jo gently pushed her towards the soldier and everyone encouraged her to go first. She looked hesitant but thankful as the soldier started to strap her into the harness.

As she started to rise, the soldiers ushered for the next person and Hyo-ryung was urged to go next. Just as you saw Ji-min reaching the top, one soldier stepped away.

“Say again. Did you mean everyone?” He asked through his transmitter and went silent as the person on the other end of the line spoke. “But their temperatures are fine,” he protested and went silent again. “They're just children!” After another moment of silence, his hand dropped from his head and he looked over to the group, scanning each of you slowly before sighing heavily and responding. “Understood. Over,” he turned to the other soldiers on the ground. “Cancel the operation,” he ordered. Everyone looked shocked by his words and you stood up on shaky legs. “We'll take just the package and pull out.”

Ji-min started lowering from the chopper just as she grabbed hands with the soldier on top and you could distantly hear her concerned words. The soldiers started taking the harness they put on Hyo-ryung off and she whimpered in confusion before they pushed her toward the group. Everyone was screaming out questions about what was happening but you stood there in silence as you watched the soldier who spoke through his transmitter. You weren’t sure what had happened but whatever it was made it so that they couldn’t and wouldn’t rescue all of you.

As Ji-min landed on the group and they started to take her harness off, she started screaming and thrashing around as she cried but the soldiers just pushed her harshly into the arms of your group.

She walked back up to them and one of them pointed their guns at her threateningly. You raced forward to step in front of her before Su-hyeok could stop you, ignoring how your leg stung slightly at the movement.

“I wanna get out of here!” Ji-min screamed from behind you as you stared the soldier directly in the eye with a straight face. “Please, take me with you!”

“Come on, sir!” Dae-su expressed. The soldier then pointed his gun at Dae-su and everyone who spoke their complaints.

“W-Wait a second,” Joon-yeong started and the gun then pointed at him. “What's wrong with you? We're fine! We're not zombies.”

“Please, just take me with you!” Ji-min begged again from behind you, her hands reaching out to fist the fabric of your shirt.

“Stand back!” They all advanced forward with their guns to get you all further away from the ropes. “Stand back, or we'll shoot!”

You locked eyes with the soldier in front again and you could see the distress in his eyes. “Sir,” you started but took no steps to advance towards him. “What’s really going on?”

He raised his gun and shot strikes into the air as a warning. You didn’t flinch even as your ears rang from the loud sound, only moving when Su-hyeok ran up from behind you and pulled you back with Ji-min following.

Cheong-san had advanced forward with On-jo in his hand as he begged. “I'm begging you. Please take just a few of us with you.”

The soldier didn’t respond and after a second Cheong-san took another step forward when he fired the gun into the air again and everyone screamed. At this point, it was only him left on the roof as the others had risen up to the helicopter and he backed up towards the rope behind him as Cheong-san tried one more time. “Rescue us.”

After the soldier got strapped in, he looked back at all of you with a sorrowful and guilty look. “I'm sorry.”

The last of everyone’s shimmer of hope distinguished away like a flame under the rain as he rose higher and higher into the air before going inside and the helicopter slowly flying away. Everyone stayed silent as you watched the helicopter grow smaller and smaller in the distance until you could barely hear its wind.

“They abandoned us,” Hyo-ryung sobbed out. “Didn’t they?”

You nodded.

“No one's coming to save us now? But why did they do that?”

“Maybe…” Wu-jin started. “They thought that all of us were already fucking zombies.”

“No, that can’t be it,” you contradicted.

“They would have killed us,” Joon-yeong added and you nodded along. “They wouldn't have left us here alive if they thought that.”

Cheong-san turned and in a fit of anger and frustration and betrayal, he kicked the dimming remains of the fire.

“C-Cheong-san,” your voice broke as you attempted to stop him but the lump in your throat prevented you from talking anymore.

On-jo walked up to him and pulled him away by his arm. “What are you doing?”

He yanked his arm away from her grip. “It's pointless. No one's coming. No one else is coming,” he told her angrily and she just watched as he continued to kick at the fading embers on the ground and the rest of the ‘SOS’ sign.

The scream of agony and bitterness Cheong-san let out tore through your heart painfully but you couldn’t do anything. You couldn’t do anything to help him and your friends. You couldn’t do anything to help your brother.

You couldn’t even do anything to help yourself.

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Taglist! (I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO ADD THIS WHEN I POSTED IM SO SORRY)

@multifandom-lover01, @justmare, @hellomotherfuker, @queenjang21, @d1tzy-bl0nde, @madislayyy, @she-kills, @le3lyntv, @undeadky420, @needsleep3000, @bunnychano3o

#all of us are dead #aouad #su hyeok #lee suhyeok #dae su #lee su hyeok #su hyeok x y/n #su hyeok x reader

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ksnfangz · 8 months ago

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Okay i have a few fic ideas that i’ve kinda started but never completed ( some may be dropped lol ) if you have one that’d you’d like to see sooner or any request pls comment or send an ask!! ( I write for enhypen , p1harmony , and txt )

SACRIFICE ( EAT ME UP ) || AOUAD AU

Paring : Sunghoon x reader // multiple chapters

SUMMARY : Park Sunghoon and y/n l/n would never consider themselves friends… just two people who’ve been stuck together since elementary who can barely tolerate one another. But as a zombie outbreak takes over their city and school the two start to realize the true weight of their relationship.

PHOTOGRAPH || COFFE SHOP AU

Paring : Jake or Jongseob x reader // one shot

SUMMARY : in which a barista with a love for photography meets a girl with a picture perfect smile.

LOSER ≠ LOVER || GUARDIAN ANGEL AU

Paring : ot5 txt x reader // multiple chapters

SUMMARY : y/n is sent down to earth to protect the lives of 5 different boys in order to regain her own

BITE ME || TRAIN TO BUSAN AU

Paring : Ni-ki x reader // multiple chapters

SUMMARY : IDK YET BUT I NEED IT

#enhypen fic #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen smau #p1harmony request #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony reactions #p1harmony prompts #p1harmony fic #txt x reader #tomorrow x together #txt fanfic #txt fluff #txt smau

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jaeyunverse · 1 year ago

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skullpie · 2 years ago

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OHMYGOD NEW BLOG THAT WRITES FOR TWO OF MY FAVOURITES??:!189( SCREAMS

anyways is it okay if you just do some silly relationship hcs with joonyeong (aouad) and jaeheon (sweet home) separately I WILL LITERALLY CRY TEARS OF JOY

relationship hcs x

joonyeong x reader; jaeheon x reader (separate)

summary: relationship hcs for joonyeong (aouad) & jaeheon (sweet home)

warning(s): series typical warnings!

note(s): anon based on this request i think u have a type.. side eye.. can’t blame u tho uptight dorks with wire framed glasses are hot ! hope u enjoy lovely :) and ty for being my first request on this blog!! i thought i’d have to put some fics out before i got any so this is rly encouraging. i appreciate you!

joonyeong

such a little nerd

definitely started out as good friends

absurdly proud of the fact that he has a partner

like… him?? he feels so special

(he is)

study dates where he actually intends to study and you distract him the whole time by begging for kisses and sitting on his lap etc

sometimes he caves, sometimes he doesn’t, he takes his academics seriously

but idk the image of you wrapping your arms around his neck and telling him to take a break with you during exams week.. lord….

“i miss my boyfriend”

“we’ve been together for the past three hours”

“but you’ve not been paying any attention to me! :(“

he does help you with work though, he thinks it’s really important

your parents adore him, they think he’s a great influence on you (even if you’re also great at school)

he’s the type to think the secretly hate him, though, so you often go over to his to spend time with each other

really enjoys going to whatever events you’re involved in

even if he doesn’t understand jack shit about any of it

remembers really specific and small details about you for sure

very eager to introduce you to people as “my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner!”

really proud of you and your relationship–does not try to hide that he’s taken

but he overall prefers private intimacy and affection

and very small, gentle forms of it at that

you can fluster him pretty easily tho

i can definitely see a friendly academic rivals to lovers situation happening

when the virus breaks out he never lets you out of his sight

cliché, but if you’re ever accused of being infected, he’s defending you with his life

when you can’t sleep he holds you, which doesn’t make you sleep but it is comforting

tries his hardest to tell you how important you are to him very often while everything is happening

first (and last) l-word is said when he decides to jump out of the barricade to save everyone (sorry ouch)

jaeheon

wholesome wholesome wholesome

he admires you so much

you probably meet in the elevator

he tries talking to you about his lord and savior–you think it’s really endearing how passionate he is

genuinely believes god sent you to him personally like an angel

just always smiling with you

holding hands everywhere you go

very often being mistaken for a married couple when you’re out and even by neighbors

(hyein starts telling people you’re married, and referring to you as ‘that married couple’)

likes holding your face and just admiring you, pressing little kisses to every spot he can think of

basically worships you

not the type to get flustered, per-say but he does get very hesitant and shy about certain levels of intimacy

hugging you from behind and pressing kisses to your shoulder, up your neck and to the top of your head. omg

just very traditionally romantic in the ways he shows you affection

kissing your hand, getting you flowers often, opening the car door for you, etc

biggest gentleman

when you get locked in the apartment building, he becomes bolder, or at least less hesitant about things

literally would die to protect you (and he does)

is always holding onto you in some way in low-intensity situations

the thought of you asking him to teach you how to use his sword, and he does that cute thing where when he goes to teach you, he stands behind you and holds your hands and arms to show you IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

forehead kisses. that’s it just forehead kisses

when either of you are given a task, he always makes sure to hold you for at least a minute or two before he leaves. in case it’s the last time (sobs)

really good friends with jisu during the lock-in

you two find comfort in each other after he’s gone (NOT LIKE THAT) ((but also maybe like that idk im not the boss of you))

#aouad #all of us are dead #sweet home #aouad x reader #all of us are dead x reader #sweet home x reader #joonyeong #joonyeong aouad #joonyeong all of us are dead #jaeheon #jaeheon sweet hime #joonyeong x reader #jaeheon x reader #hcs #headcanons #x reader #relationship headcanons #kdrama #kdrama x reader

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saranghaes-stuff · 1 year ago

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Hello guys,

I want your guys help if you know this wattpad aouad fanfic.

I don't know if it is offensive to ask for a wattpad fanfic on tumblr, if it is then sorry. But I really want to find this story again. I am trying to find it but no luck. This is my only chance 🙏

It is a aouad x reader, (Gwinam,Suhyeok,cheongsan) likes y/n

And she is like a brat girl,always writing something on her diary and her diary is very precious to us and everybody knows that. When the outbreak happens she was at canteen with her friends but got seperated but Gwinam saves her and they went to kitchen. Gwinam usually calls her princess throughout the story. They had there moment in kitchen making jokes and fighting zombies where Gwinam makes a joke that how even zombie's wants to eat y/n ass. She then went on different way to find her friends and Gwinam reluctantly let her leave. Gwinam said that if they met again then he will kiss her because according to him e ven the zombies could understand the sexual tention between them.

Then she met suhyeok and namra and went to the class through ladder. I remember there was also a part where she was bit or something but she didn't change ( her eyes became red and heightened sense of smell) Gwinam came to the broadcasting room in order to find her and take her with him but got to know that she is bit. Then gwinam kinds of kidnaps her from that broadcasting room and they went out.

There was a part were she lost her diary but suhyeok finds it and told her that ( that part comes when Gwinam was going to kill the principle)

There was a part where nayeon goes through her diary and told everyone that she f***** Suhyeok in past.

This story was still going on and I lost it.😖 please if anyone had read this story then please tell me the name or link please it is like the awesome story.

Please help guys,

Thank you.

(The ask a question part that cones above is totally my mistake 🙂

I wanted to change it to ask anonymous but I couldn't and this happened I now I can't move it away sorry😅)

#all of us are dead x reader #gwi nam x reader #su hyeok x reader #cheongsan x reader #aouad x reader #nam ra #onjo #netfilx #fanfic #wattpad #x reader

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fryingpan1234567 · 2 years ago

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so uh… i decided to rewatch AOUAD

as a result: gwi-nam x fem!reader smut, read at your own risk

summary: you two figure out a way to satisfy his halfbie bloodthirsty hunger. it does still involve eating you… just not in the way you’d expect. after all, blood doesn’t always come from a bite.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gwi-nam had been infatuated with you for a long time. Since freshman year, in fact- you’d come across him beating up someone else on any ordinary day.

“What’d he do?” you’d asked, curiously peering down at the kid’s cowering form.

“Uhh…” Gwi-nam didn’t really know what to say. “Why? You gonna report me?”

Your piercing eyes had met his, a smile ghosting across your face.

“Nah,” you’d said casually. “Just curious.”

Strange. She’s kinda pretty, though. “He, uh, snitched on me. I beat up his friend, who called my mom a whore,” Gwi-nam had said, glaring down at the kid, delivering another kick to his stomach.

Your face had twisted into an expression of disgust. You’d kicked him yourself, right in the spine. He’d arched his back in agony.

“You and your friend should learn to respect women, dumbass,” you’d hissed. “Go home and tell your mom why you’ve got all these bruises.”

And then you’d walked away, Gwi-nam watching you go with absolute fascination. That was the day he’d developed a massive crush on one of the most popular girls in school.

You’re best friends with Su-hyeok, and obviously he and Gwi-nam aren’t the hugest fans of each other. Still, no matter how hard he’d tried… you were always on his mind.

And then the world ended.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ You hadn’t managed to do much in the zombie apocalypse other than bleed, cry, and run a lot.

Of course there were upsides. You had your friends… and while you’d lost some of them, you had Cheong-san and Su-hyeok. That was enough, especially when you knew your parents didn’t give a fuck about you and hightailed it out of the city at the first sign of danger. Your friends were sort of all you had.

Naturally, you lost them too.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you panted, listening to the sounds of the group run in the other direction. Someone, maybe Su-hyeok, called after you, but you ignored him.

Someone had to distract the zombies long enough for the rest of the group to get somewhere safe. You hadn’t stuck around long enough to run that idea by anyone. You hoped they’d be smart enough to not go after you.

You ducked into the first empty classroom you came across, slamming the door and pushing a desk against it.

At least it was dark enough that most of the zombies continued rampaging down the hallway, but a few that were at the front of the horde stuck around, clawing at the windows.

Well. Now that you’d gotten yourself into this situation, you figured you’d better have a game plan.

“Umm…” You spun in a circle, checking out the room.

Thankfully, there was only one door in from the hallway, and you’d just blocked it. No windows were broken, to the outside or the rest of the school. There were no desks and few chairs besides the teacher’s area, and there was a door to a storage room on the left.

You cautiously poked your head into the closet. It was dark, but you were pretty sure that pile of stuff in the corner was feathers and fabric. The shelves were littered with tons of strange objects and stacks of paper.

You shut the door with a groan. This was the theater classroom. There wouldn’t be anything useful here, other than a stray plastic sword or two.

Your abdomen suddenly flared up with cramps, a familiar uncomfortable warmth spreading between your legs. You slid to the ground, clenching your thighs together.

Well fuck you too, uterus, you thought grumpily. All of your stuff was in the cafeteria, and there was no way in hell you could get back there.

You had only just begun to plan how to American-ninja-warrior your way to the nearest bathroom and use toilet paper as a substitute when a knock at the door scared you out of your skin.

Yeah. Knocking.

You blinked in surprise. Do zombies knock?

“Wh-Who is it?” you managed, hating how much your voice shook. You stood nervously, tugging the hem of your uniform skirt down.

“Do you really think if I was undead I’d be knocking?” a bored and vaguely familiar sounding voice said, sounding way too casual for just standing in a hallway full of zombies.

You couldn’t even see him through the door’s windows from where you were standing, so you took a cautious step forwards. He was leaning on the doorframe, resting his head there as he spoke.

You tilted your head. “I know you, don’t I?”

“You gonna let me in, or am I spending the night in the hallway?” he said instead of answering.

You hesitated, but he’d been standing there for a little bit, and infection takes less than a minute to kick in. Plus he’s another human being. You decided to let him in.

“If you bite me,” you mumble as you shove the desk aside and slide the door open, “I’m gonna have serious trust issues for the rest of my very short life.”

You were surprised to hear him laugh. Somewhere down the hallway, there was a commotion and some running that sounded like zombies.

Hurriedly, you yanked him inside and returned the door to its previous position. When you turned to face him, you forgot how to function.

Gwi-nam. He was covered in blood, missing an eye, and holding a knife. You sort of hated that you still found him hot, but maybe that’s just horny period brain talking.

“It’s you,” you breathed. He shrugged, that stupid cocky grin of his splitting his face.

“What’s up, Y/N?” He opened his arms for a hug, but you punched him in the chest instead.

“How are you alive?” you hissed. “You’re missing a fucking eye! And you were just standing out there! Are you crazier than I remember you being? HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?”

He laughed again, grabbing your shoulders to steady you. You were warily aware of the knife in his left hand, but you ignored it in your happiness to see him.

“Come on, you think I don’t know the most popular and awesome girl in the school?” he teased. You glared at him suspiciously. You’d never seen him this… cheerful before.

“Are you high?” you asked dubiously, only half joking. You poked him in the nose. “You’re never this happy to see anyone. And your eyes are super red- holy shit are you actually?”

He smiled sheepishly, suddenly much less confident in himself. You tilted your head in curiosity.

“You’re special,” he mumbled. “And, uh… no, I’m not high. Well, kind of.”

“What’s-“ You couldn’t imagine what that meant. “Kind of?” You squinted at him.

He hesitated. “Will you freak out?”

Your smile faded, and you suddenly became very aware of his hands on you, which had transferred from your arms to your waist. You hadn’t even noticed. “What?”

“I would never hurt you,” he began, which was very out of character for him, but it was concerning. “I promise. Just let me explain everything, okay?”

The realization settled over you with a chilling horror. “You were bitten, weren’t you?” you said in distress, taking half a step back.

He followed, almost looking scared. “I was, but- I’m immune. Look.” He lifted his shirt to show you at least four different bite marks on his abdomen, then more on his arms. You ignored how much muscle he had and focused on the horror of what he was showing you. “See? All this was from around ten this morning. All that’s changed is I can hear way better, and all my pain is gone.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “You’re immune? How?”

“That I don’t know,” he grimaced. “But I’m okay. Although it is hella annoying only having one eye.” His expression darkened. “You haven’t seen Cheong-san, have you?”

“Not since… yesterday,” you said. “Why?”

“No reason.” He was smiling again. “Hey, wanna head down to the cafeteria? I don’t think those no-brainers out there can even see me. Free passage all over the school.”

Now that. That was a great offer. It also sounded like something as close to a date as you can get in this hellscape, and somehow you were glad it was with him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been a full day with Gwi-nam. The two of you had already made out like three times (the first was after he jokingly presented your bag to you like a proposal once you’d reached the cafeteria), and now you’re sneaking back to find a good classroom to spend the night.

You pressed yourself into his side as a zombified classmate stumbled past the two of you, snarling and swiping at the air.

“I can’t believe they don’t notice us,” you whispered, your breath barely stirring the air.

Gwi-nam smiled in the moonlight, squeezing your hand tighter. “I know. It’s pretty cool, right?”

“Very. But-“ You paused, shuddering as a massive flow of blood made its way out of you. At least you’d had a chance to change super quick in the bathroom, but it’s not like the problem was entirely solved.

“What’s-“ He tilted his head towards you, face scrunching in concern. “Are you bleeding?”

“How did- better senses, that’s right,” you reminded yourself. “Um, yeah, I’m… you know.”

“Oh, okay.” He grinned, but then it faded. His stomach growled loudly.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know why you didn’t eat at all while we were down there.”

His face darkened. “I throw up regular food. I’ve tried. Raw meat has been the only thing that’s worked so far, but I haven’t had that in a while.”

Your stomach sunk at the realization of what he was saying.

“We just have to find… something. Maybe a class pet somewhere,” he said quickly, turning to cup your face. “I’d rather die than eat you, I promise. I won’t.”

You forced yourself to believe him. “I think Mr. Lee had a hamster, as sad as this is. I wonder, actually…” You trailed off, a strange thought crossing your mind.

It seemed to hit him at the same time.

“Hey, just saying… blood works great,” he hummed mischievously, backing you into the wall.

You grinned, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. “Guess it’s time to eat, then.”

He hungrily connected your lips, but then drifted down to your collarbone to paint it red and purple. You sighed, letting your head fall back against the wall.

This boy does things to you. He’s always been hot, but holy shit, actually getting to taste him? It was almost euphoric.

Before you could make too much noise, he dragged you into the classroom across the hall, which was thankfully empty. Without disconnecting his lips from your skin, he nudged a desk over the door with his foot.

Without warning, he picked you all the way up, pressing you into the opposite wall, your thighs on either side of his face.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, caught off guard. “I think I forgot you have- better- FUCK.”

You cut yourself off when he lifted your skirt and pushed your underwear aside, immediately diving in. You knew he was technically satiating his own hunger, but he was so fucking good.

He mouthed a stripe up your entrance, then came back to suck at your clit agonizingly slowly. You tangled your hands in his hair, pushing him forward slightly, a silent plead to go faster.

He hummed, sending a tremor up your whole body. “Behave,” he mumbled against you. “If you’re good, I’ll be nice.”

You whimpered in response, running a hand through his hair.

For a while all he did was lick up and down your entrance, giving you almost nothing. Resisting the urge to use his face to fuck yourself was one of the most difficult things you’d ever done, but you let your head fall back against the wall, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

But then he pushed his tongue inside you with no warning, and you gasped out a strangled moan.

He grinned against you, reaching down to circle your clit with his thumb.

“‘S this feel good?” he teased. Your grip tightened on his head.

“Please,” you whispered deliriously. “Please, please, please-“

“Please what, baby?” He stopped touching you entirely, pulling back enough so you could feel his breath on you. Blood covered the lower half of his face, which was a lot less concerning and a lot more attractive in this particular moment. “Use your words.”

“Please let me cum,” you begged, mostly unaware of what you were saying. “Please, I’ll be so good, please-“ You were once again cut off with a strangled moan as he went back in, this time going at a pace that was actually satisfying.

He paused long enough to say, “You can use me, baby. I’m all finished, it’s your turn now.”

“Fuck…” You finally took the opportunity to grind against his face, pushing his tongue deeper inside you. He moaned into you, and you nearly came right then and there.

You were faintly aware of the fact that if you screamed, you’d attract every zombie in the school. But with Gwi-nam’s face buried in your core, right on the edge, you couldn’t care less.

It didn’t take long for your vision to go white, and thankfully your orgasm was silent. Your eyes rolled up in your head, which hit the wall behind you once more, and pleasure rolled through you in waves. Once the stimulation became too much, you tapped Gwi-nam’s head, and he set you down.

Your legs immediately buckled, and he caught you with a barely restrained laugh. Red dripped from his face onto his shirt, your red, and it should not have been as hot as it was.

“Fuck, I love you,” you managed, collapsed against his chest. You were still half-delusional from the brain melting orgasm he managed to give you after only a few minutes.

“Is it that easy to slut you out?” he teased. You could only manage to swat at him half-heartedly.

“Fuck off,” you grumbled, and he finally did laugh, letting you sit so he could wipe his face with his shirt.

You spent the night curled up in his arms, laying with his back towards the door, just in case. But even though the world was ending, you had no family, and your friends were potentially dead, there was nowhere you’d rather be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ fun fact, that was my first time writing smut. how’d I do?

#aouad #gwi-nam #gwi-nam x reader

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quaissants · 1 year ago

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FOUR ୨୧ CHOI BEOMGYU

cast. classmate! beomgyu x gn! mc ༝ pantone. fluff .. aouad au ༝ length. 967 ༝ cw(s). mention of zombie apocalypse & food .. gyu wears glasses

tfw. so i’ve been very inactive on this blog but there’s no way i’m missing this special day. (i took a prompt from nightprompts.. i think- and twisted it a bit.) for the second year in a row, happy birthday to my biggest supporter, to the one who never fails to defend and attack me, my bubba.. matty 💛

beomgyu used to dangle his feet over the deep end of life. he’d often think about jumping into it; surrendering himself to chance. but having control was safer, so he’d shuffle over to the shallow end.

‘i’ll do it some other time,’ he’d constantly promise to himself. a dumb decision, really; especially after almost losing it altogether. honestly, he shouldn’t be so hard on himself—how to survive a zombie outbreak isn’t included in any schools’ curriculum.

that’s why it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that he has no idea what to do now. roaming the quarantine camp doesn’t sound appealing, especially not on an empty stomach..

come to think of it, maybe that’s what beomgyu should do. his assigned nurse did tell him that the mobile canteen’s serving lunchboxes. finding a place to demolish eat the overdue meal will be challenging, but he can tackle that matter afterwards.

for now, he must look for the treasure.

“excuse me- uh, hello- sorry-” falls out of beomgyu’s mouth frequently. he didn’t think that asking for help would be this hard, but when everyone is caught up in their own endeavors, he’s questioning his belief.

just when he’s about to try again, he hears someone calling his name. or maybe it’s his stomach begging him to hurry his search..

“hey, choi beomgyu!”

..okay that definitely wasn’t his tummy.

curious and confused, the bespectacled male turns around. to say his stomach twists and flips is an understatement (he swears it’s given up on functioning altogether) as you walk up to him, elegantly weaving between the passersby.

“for a second there, i really thought my mind was playing tricks on me.” you tell him, unaware that beomgyu’s is malfunctioning. “it’s nice to see you got out of the school too. of course, minus the scratches, but still, alive.”

this is supposed to be the part where beomgyu says something like yeah, same or i’m glad you’re okay too.. but the brunet is not sure if that’s going to happen. see, even with the bandages and the specks of exhaustion that remain in your bright eyes, he still believes you’re gorgeous.

and he knows that your mere presence is threatening his control over his heart’s erratic thrumming.

he must have wasted too much time daydreaming, for you bring up another topic, “oh, are those new glasses?”

“y-yeah, well.. you see, i lost the other one on the way here so i have to wear this oldie. it’s not the right prescription but i guess something similar’s better than nothing.” he chuckles awkwardly; a lopsided smile and pink dust dabbed on his cheeks to complement the look.

“that’s true.. does that mean you won’t need these anymore?”

he’s about to question your mysterious words when you pull out a familiar object from your coat pocket. thin, silver frame.. asymmetrical nose pads that almost never did their job..

there’s no way..

“i found them in the music room, figured i’d bring them along in case i bumped into you. the others said i shouldn’t be too optimistic but i didn’t listen. in fact, these glasses became my motivation so i made sure to take care of them.”

the last words are spoken so softly, as if they weren’t meant to be heard, but he did. maybe it’d be better if he didn’t, because now he’s willing to give up his heart to you. forget about self-control, he’ll do anything you tell him to.

(obviously everything outside of legal boundaries is not included.)

“can i..” at your nod, he removes his current pair to put on his old spectacles. it takes a minute and a few squints to adjust, but he’s certain of one thing: he missed his glasses. “thank you for looking after them, it feels so good to see clearly again.”

“don’t sweat it, they weren’t a problem-” you pause, only to lightly push the frame up the bridge of his nose. you’ve already done so much for him, that would have been enough for the lovestruck boy. but you just have to brush his bangs away from his eyes, right?

“alright, i’m gonna head back to my tent now. hopefully i’ll see you around!”

hopefully? beomgyu’s not about to let that amount to nothing more than a wistful thought.

“wait!” you stop and turn around so eagerly, were you expecting him to say something else? the flustered male’s not about to get caught up in that observation so he hastily asks, “i know we almost just died a few hours ago but i was wondering.. maybe- no, would you like to go have a late lunch with me?”

..maybe this wasn’t a good idea. judging by the contemplation dusted upon your visage, you’re thinking of a reason to reject his request. he won’t be surprised if you do—you’re one of the cool kids, while he’s a wallflower who’s only noticed when he says something funny—but a no would be enough-

“sure, i’d like that a lot.”

his whole body has shut down.

“wait wait.. hold on, did you just say yes?”

the laugh that the brunet never failed to hear whenever he made a joke falls from your lips again. this time, you got a radiant smile and echo of his earlier words to accompany it. “it’s about time you asked me out. then again, i guess now is better than never.”

and that’s how beomgyu ended up sharing a table and stories with you. of course it didn’t end in the canteen, how can it when he walked you to your tent—well, now yours and his. by the end of the day, beomgyu’s more than sure that he’s an absolute fool for you, but he doesn’t mind these newly realized feelings.

in fact, he’ll consider diving into possibilities more often.

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pixaho · 8 months ago

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Hi! I hope you’re doing well! I’ve been reading what you’ve done I want to let you know they’ve turned out amazing. I wanted to ask if you don’t mind doing a Rocky x Reader x Jesse.

Maybe Rocky and Reader had been dating for a long time and Rocky had started to focus more so on the girls at the club. Forgetting to take care and pay attention to Reader because of the club and girls. Reader has tried to talk to him and he tells her she’s being selfish and they need to protect women. (He is actually trying to take care of them. Not sleep or do other things. He’s more focused on work) Reader finally gets tired and leave him. Rocky gets sad but tries to move on by throwing himself into his work. S.W.O.R.D has a meeting and the Mighty Warriors are invited as well. While at the meeting Rocky sees Reader with the Warriors and tries to talk to her. Jesse steps in and lets him know to leave her a lone and she’s with them. Jesse tells him that even though he’s all about helping women he needs to look more within because he hurt the one women he should have protected but not to worry about it anymore and that it’s his job now.

You're Gone | Rocky x Reader x Jesse

↡ Pairing | Rocky x Reader x Jesse ↡ AU? No | ↡ Word Count | 1023

↡ A/N | I kind of died, and that is completely my bad. I'll also be starting my Alice in Borderland and AOUAD masterlists at some point this week. hehe, sorry!

↡ Warnings | Angst and a few cutesy moments between Reader and Mighty Warriors

M.LIST H&L LIST

You had met Rocky when you were on the way to your job. He had been kind enough to offer a ride and that is where it started. You kept meeting him and eventually you both started to date. He was everything, at least to you.

When he started focusing on Club Haven and the girls there, he stopped giving you attention and the time of day. It hurt and you had been putting off confronting him or talking to him to see if you both could do something. He was also in and out of meetings, paying attention to the other girls, and not even looking at you when he left your shared apartment. Occasionally he'd come home late or never came home at all.

But one of the days, you had enough. You went to Club Haven and tried to talk to Rocky.

"I'm just asking for you to pay attention to me. You've quit doing that. Rocky, please." Your heart was breaking as he just stared at you with annoyance, clicking his cuffs open and closed. "Are you going to sit there and say nothi-"

"Selfish." He muttered.

"What?" Your eyes widened as the word fell from his mouth, something you'd never heard him say.

"You are being selfish, I'm here all the time to protect those women and you want my attention so you can feel better about yourself?"

"That is not what I mean-"

"Except it is. Go Y/N, go home and don't bother coming back here. I don't even want to talk nor see your face right now." He clicks his tongue in annoyance and looks over at Koo. A feeling of regret washes over you, your heart finally pinging with the final pain.

After that, you had gone to the park and cried. You had never done that before and as you did, you couldn't help but hear that word replaying in your mind over and over again. Selfish. You were selfish to him. You were nothing. He didn't have time for you and he'd never have it again.

"Are you okay?" Someone speaks as they sit next to you. You turn to face them, they had blonde hair with the roots being dark, a leopard jacket and looked at you with a puzzled expression.

"Yeah," You wipe your tears. "Just stupid guy troubles."

"Doesn't sound very stupid if you are crying over it," He looks into your eyes, you can't read what is deep within his irises but there is a sincere look to him. At first glance, you'd think he was just another person who had issues with the SWORD leaders but if that were true then he wouldn't be sitting with you right now.

So, you told him everything. You told him about how Rocky had stopped sleeping, coming home, and paying attention to you. How it affected your mental health and how you loved him desperately but didn't think he felt the same way. He listened. He seemed calm, gave you good advice, and even made you feel seen. You hadn't felt this for a while and it felt really good. Something about him was calling you.

"Hey, my friends and I are planning on moving into this bigger club and living there. You want to join us?" He asked, getting up and turning to you. "The name's Jesse by the way."

"Sure, Y/N." Even if you had just met him, something screamed about trustfulness. He was very nice to you and you hadn't experienced that in the longest time.

☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ Time Skip ~4 months~

"If we let the Iemura family take down sword, we will lose." Cobra spoke, his voice not faltering for a second, "Which is why I called this meeting, and despite the old battles we have had, I thought we should bring Mighty Warriors into this too."

Jesse wasn't one for public PDA so he only ever had you close to him and far from others. He let's Ice speak for the group as he isn't the M.W's leader. You had noticed him, and Jesse was aware of that. Directly in front of you sat White Rascals, Rocky staring at you. Although it had been a while since you last spoken there was still that feeling of pain and regret that lingered in your heart.

When Cobra and the rest of the groups stopped talking, everyone was ready to head out. You could hear Rocky speak your name as he got closer to you.

"Y/N!" He pushed past a few people before a hand landed on his chest, stopping him from getting closer to you. Your eyes stinged and you knew why.

Jesse was the one in front of him. "Sarah, take Y/N and go. I'll be out there in a second."

With that, Sarah walked with you out. The air surrounding the meeting was upsetting.

"What the hell are you doing? I wanted to talk to her, you aren't her guard dog." Rocky rasped at Jesse who seemed unamused by his attempt at sounding threatening.

"If she wanted to talk to you, she would." He spoke lowly, not wanting to drag attention to where they were nor to what they were speaking about.

Rocky looks taken aback as he stares at Jesse, "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

"No, but you should leave her alone. She's with us now, people that care about her and give her attention when she needs it." He takes a little silence before continuing, "You are supposed to protect women, your moto is that you don't hurt them and yet you hurt that one. She's healing, she's getting better, and she got tired of you not giving her anything."

"I-" He attempts to speak but can't find the right words to say. Rocky threw himself onto his work after you had left, trying to get rid of the void that he knew he created himself when you had left. And all he could do was watch as Jesse turned and walked out, a little part of him dying inside.

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writingmeraki · 1 year ago

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quack-quack-snacks · 11 months ago

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Star Crossed - Chapter 4

❤️Happy Holidays all! Hope you all had a wonderful time and if you didn’t I hope sincerely that it gets better for you!❤️

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Warnings: Normal AOUAD things, Word Count: 7,717

“Gyeong-su…” You heard Cheong-san say from behind you but it was like you were hearing it from underwater. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat.

And the thoughts that Gyeong-su might not have one soon.

As Gyeong-su wiped his nose to find it bleeding, he brought his hands up to see black and purpled prominent veins growing from underneath the cuff of his undershirt and he looked at them in shock, shaking his head and mumbling indistinctly.

He stood up and breathed shakily as he tried to speak while his chair skid across the flooring. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong with me? Something’s wrong!”

You stood up from your chair and stood in front of him. You grabbed his hands and he looked you in the eyes. You nearly started sobbing on the spot as you saw the whites of his eyes turning red but swallowed down the lump in your throat before smiling at him.

“Y-yo…” you tried the first time but couldn’t get the words out so you cleared your throat and tried again. “You just need a t-tissue. It’ll be okay.”

He nodded as tears filled his eyes. The both of you knew you were lying but it was okay to be delusional sometimes… right?

He’d be okay… right?

If you just kept repeating that then he would be okay.

Everything was fine.

Gyeong-su was fine.

You were fine.

Right?

You frowned as you heard the scurrying of footsteps behind you while you reached into your pocket to grab one of the crumpled tissues you had from earlier and gave it to him but he couldn’t seem to grab it and it dropped to the floor.

“It’s not true…” You heard Cheong-san say from behind you yet you kept all of your focus on the boy who was in front of you.

“Come on. Get rid of him. Get rid of him now!” You heard Na-yeon scream and just as you were about to yell at her to shut up you felt someone grab you by the hand and pull you away from the boy.

“No, no…!” You tried to complain and weakly pulled against the hands restraining you, already knowing who it was. “Su-hyeok, he’s not. Gyeong-su’s not! I was with him for half an hour, he’s not!” You tried your best to convince him and looked up at him just to see him trying to keep a straight face while tears filled his eyes. “No!”

“Gyeong-su, stay where you are!” You heard On-jo say from behind you which brought your attention back to the group as Gyeong-su had rushed forward but everyone stepped back into a corner to try and avoid him like the plague. “Stay back!”

“I swear, I’m fucking not!” Gyeong-su begged and your heart broke at hearing the confidence in his words faltering.

“I’m sorry, Gyeong-su. Please, stay back.”

You watched as the remaining bit of hope in Gyeong-su’s eyes vanished like a flame being doused by water. “I’ve turned, right?” He asked, his voice quivering. “Cheong-san, what do I do?” He begged for guidance that none of you could provide, especially not Cheong-san who was dealing with the fact that his lifelong best friend was about to die at the hands of a virus that turned the kindest of souls into a flesh eating monster.

“No, no. This doesn’t make any sense. Why would you…” He started, just as confused and in denial as you were when On-jo came up from behind him and tried to pull him away.

“Cheong-san…!” She begged but he just yanked his hand back.

“Let go!” His voice broke as he was finally coming to terms with what was written in blood red ink in front of him. “This cannot be true. Why would you suddenly…?” He shook his head, false certainty refilling his voice as he stepped towards his friend. “No, no. Gyeong-su you weren’t-”

“Step away. Don’t come any closer!” Gyeong-su yelled as he ran backwards in an attempt to put distance between his friend and himself. You stopped struggling against Su-hyeok’s hold a while ago and just let him hug you to his chest while you watched in shock.

“B-but, you were fine. Gyeong-su, you were fine!” You tried to convince him and yourself when suddenly his neck cracked to the side.

Na-yeon looked around frantically as everyone stood there in shock as their friend turned right before their eyes. “Hey! What are you doing?” She sputtered out. “We need to kick him out! We’re all gonna die!” She screamed and you suddenly found the voice you’d lost before.

“Shut up! He-” your voice dropped from its screaming tone to one barely above being completely silent. “He just needs a tissue.”

“W-what’s happening…? Fuck!” You could hear Gyeong-su desperately get out as he gripped his head like it was pounding.

Na-yeon ran over to the door and yanked the umbrella away that was blocking it from being opened. “Get out. I said, get out!”

“Shut the fuck up!” He screamed before discovering a newfound determination within himself. “I’ll leave by myself! I’ll leave. I’ll go on my own!” He started sobbing. “Why would I bite you? We’re supposed to be fucking friends. If I… If I leave, it will be better for everyone.”

Every step he took towards the door you could feel more of your hope for him to be okay being lost.

“Gyeong-su,” Ms. Park spoke up and you looked over to see she had walked forward to the front of the group to speak to him directly. “Why don’t you just go into the recording room until we can figure out-”

Na-yeon interrupted her before she could finish. “If he stays in here he’s going to kill us all!”

“Na-yeon!” Your teacher screamed at her.

“I’m just trying to stay alive,” she whimpered out.

“I’ll leave. I’ll get out of here on my own,” Gyeong-su grunted out while breathing heavily and staggering towards the door, using the table and chair on his way to support him. He turned to look at everyone around him but his gaze stopped on your shocked one for a moment. “Don’t worry,” he started sobbing more and your vision started to get blurry with unshed tears. “I’ll get out of here.”

“Gyeong-su!” Cheong-san begged as his own eyes filled with tears that had yet to stain his cheeks. His lips quivered as he tried to remain strong in front of the group.

“It’s okay. Thank you for everything. Stay alive.”

Right as he tried to open the door to leave, he turned around and started looking at all of you in terror while thrashing around and mumbling things under his breath before his body contorted in strange directions, his bones creaking and breaking until he stood up and let out an unnatural roar and growled at all of you. Dae-su started walking towards him and both you and Su-hyeok tried to grab his arm to pull him back, knowing your friend was gone, until he shook you off and rushed forward when Gyeong-su’s empty shell of a body charged at the group standing by the speakers. He threw him against the table in an attempt to save himself as well as his classmates. Just as the monster who you briefly viewed as your friend was about to attack again, the sound of a familiar tune filled the air.

While everyone was focused on the fight, Cheong-san had managed to raise himself onto the window and grabbed a hold of the rope, hanging off the side of the building with only that to support him. He sang their tune, the tune of Auld Lang Syne, and the body of his old friend came rushing toward him before Cheong-san jumped out of the way just in time.

The group had sat in shock for a while until some started to cry. Cheong-san had gone into the recording room and threw the table to the ground in a fit of emotional turmoil. On-jo had walked up to the door for a moment before deciding to walk back and to just give him space.

A gut feeling told you space was the last thing he needed right now.

You walked away from the spot you had been leaning against the wall with Su-hyeok. You had been comforting him on the loss of his friend as you knew he was grieving right now and didn’t want to focus on your own pain. He and Dae-su had hugged and were currently exchanging tissues.

That was what you had learned to do the best. Block out the pain. Be the emotionless girl everyone knew and few loved.

You walked over to the recording studio’s door before taking a deep breath and walking in. You took slow steps as you entered and saw Cheong-san sitting right underneath the large window on the wall of the door. He’d been crying until you walked in, that much was clear by his red eyes, glistening cheeks, and sniffles. He’d wiped them away and turned to look in the other direction of you. You walked over to him and sat next to him against the wall. You both sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke.

“I’m fine, if that’s why you’re here. You can leave now,” he spoke rather harshly but this time it didn’t affect you as you knew he was on stage 2 of grief.

Anger.

“Go,” he told you, his voice breaking at the end and he pointed towards the door where you came from but you just looked at his hand before looking up to him.

You sighed and felt your nose and eyes stinging but pushed it down.

“You don’t have to be strong with me, you know?” He was taken aback by your words and looked visibly confused. You sighed before looking down at your fingers where they were playing with the hem of your vest. “I know none of you like me, and most of you think I’m like my brother,” you took a deep breath before you built the courage to look back into his eyes which looked even more astonished than before. “But in the short amount of time that I spent with Gyeong-su in this recording studio,” you gestured to the mess in front of you as you looked at the book and string Gyeong-su had been playing with before everything went down, now places in the corner of the room. “I’d like to believe I was able to call him my friend, and I’d like to be able to call you one too,” you looked back up at him once again to see tears had once again gathered along his waterline and he was looking at you with his lips quivering as he still tried to hold back his emotions. “So I’ll say it again,” you grabbed his hand from where it was resting on his knee and gave it a friendly and comforting squeeze. “You don’t have to be strong with me, Cheong-san.”

There were a few moments where the two of you sat there and stared into each other’s eyes before a teardrop streaked down his cheek. Another followed after that one, and then another, and then another, until he had started sobbing and you brought him into a hug while hiding your own tears which slipped onto his shirt. You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t even try to think of something to say in a situation as bizarre as this one. You just held him in his time of grief.

After a few minutes when Cheong-san had calmed down, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve and pulled away from you. Standing up, he lowered a hand down to you so he could help you up and you gave him a small smile as you accepted it.

The two of you walked out and Cheong-san gave you a smile before walking over to lean against the window, looking out onto the field. This time you let him be alone as you walked over to sit down next to Su-hyeok who was on the ground. You mirrored his position with your legs bent and your arms resting on your knees. Your shoulders were grazing ever so slightly and he leaned over to bump into your shoulder ever so gently. You looked over to him and he smiled at you. You couldn’t handle the softness in his gaze so you blushed and looked away, knocking your own shoulder into his as he laughed lightly.

“That asshole,” you heard Dae-su sob after a little while when the grieving atmosphere set in again. “Gyeong-su, why did you have to turn?”

Na-yeon opened her mouth and you just knew what she was going to say next would piss you off. “I told you all. He was infected.”

“Well, are you happy now?” Dae-su said as he looked at her in despair, you quickly stood up and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. He looked back at you and had a bit of a shocked look which you internally rolled your eyes at but stopped when he put one of his hands on top of the one you had resting on his shoulder. You smiled softly but it fell immediately when Na-yeon started talking again.

“You were all wrong. Only I was right. What would you even do without me?” Your head snapped over to her.

“Na-yeon. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut up and let us mourn the loss of our friend. Don’t be heartless on top of being a bitch,” you told her and just as you looked back at Dae-su, you saw her roll her eyes and scoff.

Just as you were about to talk again, Nam-ra started speaking. “Hey,” she paused and you looked over at her. “Maybe you did it.”

“What?” Na-yeon questioned her in an annoyed tone.

Nam-ra grabbed everyone’s attention as she walked over until she was standing right in front of Na-yeon’s sitting form.

“I saw everything… Na-yeon,” Nam-ra told her, accusing her of something that had yet to be revealed.

Na-yeon stood up to be face to face with the class president. “What? What did you see?” She asked and seemed to get on the defensive quickly which had suspicion rising in your gut.

“You are the one who did it,” Nam-ra revealed, yet everyone was still confused.

“Who did what? I didn’t do anything to Gyeong-su,” she defended.

“I didn’t say anything about Gyeong-su,” Nam-ra told her, which kind of confused you.

It’s kind of inferred because we were talking about his death less than a minute ago, but okay.

“Knock it off!” Na-yeon told her, raising her voice a little.

“What are you talking about?” Wu-jin asked as Su-hyeok and Cheong-san - who were both minding their business - turned to look at the scene.

“I didn’t do anything,” Na-yeon insisted.

“While we were all watching Gyeong-su, you were in the back alone,” your friend explained, then turned and pointed at the broken mop that laid against one of the cabinets in the room. “You wiped that blood with your handkerchief.”

She hesitated before replying in a shaky and slightly fearful voice. “No, I didn’t.”

“You wiped that on the scratch on Gyeong-su’s hand.”

At Nam-ra’s explanation, everyone had a shocked look on their faces, unable to comprehend that their classmate was the cause of their friend’s death. Even you had nothing to say and your hand went limp on Dae-su’s shoulder, only being held there by his own, which tightened on yours.

“I did not,” Na-yeon tried again to defend herself but it was getting less and less convincing as Nam-ra was insistent on proving her to be the murderer of Gyeong-su. The innocent boy who was everything good yet died for nothing.

“It’s in your pocket,” the other girl voiced.

“So what?”

“Take it out.”

“No.”

“If you’re so innocent you’d take it out and show us,” you sneered at her and your hand closed into a fist while tightly gripping the fabric of Dae-su’s vest.

“I said no,” she insisted while looking at you and slapping away Nam-ra’s extended hand. You glared and she visibly shrunk in on herself.

“Should I take it out?” Nam-ra paused for a split second before reaching for Na-yeon’s pocket until the girl pushed her hand away and slapped her face, most likely a lot softer than she intended to.

“Fuck you! Who the hell do you think you are? Huh? Class president?” She mocked before Nam-ra sent a hard slap across her face and her head snapped to the side.

“You never treated me like president.”

Despite the situation at hand, you smirked slightly as you saw your best friend standing up for herself and just being a complete badass. You let go of Dae-su’s shoulder and went to lean against the table beside where he sat.

“Nam-ra, that’s enough!” Ms. Park exclaimed as she sped-walked up to the two girls to break up the argument. She looked back and forth across the floor as she tried to figure out what to say before continuing. “Nam-ra, do you realize what you’re saying right now? If that is true, it means Na-yeon killed Gyeong-su.”

“It’s true. Na-yeon did it,” the girl confirmed. You looked over at Cheong-san as he watched. His eyes were filled with so many conflicting emotions: anger, sadness, betrayal, remorse. “She killed him.”

Na-yeon scoffed and rolled her eyes before she reached her hand into her pocket. “You fucking cunt,” she exclaimed angrily before throwing the handkerchief in Nam-ra’s face. Dae-su had to grab ahold of your sleeve to keep you from rushing forward. “There. Happy?”

Nam-ra, who seemed unaffected by Na-yeon’s treatment, reached down to pick up the cloth from the floor and inspect it. “This is blood.”

“I wiped Gyeong-su’s hand,” she claimed and you scowled as you could see the cloth.

“This is his blood?”

“You can’t tell?”

“If it was his fucking blood there wouldn’t be that much of it, you cunt. He’d stopped bleeding 10 minutes into staying in the studio room,” you told her and her eyes flashed with fear but her expression remained the same.

“Then put it on your wound,” Nam-ra told her in an attempt to show either her innocence or her guiltiness. “Wipe yourself with it if you’re so confident.”

You could see her searching for an answer. “Like his blood is so clean? He was a zombie.”

Nam-ra threw the cloth to the floor and stepped closer to her offensively. “He was just fine until you infected him with your handkerchief.”

“Na-yeon… you-” Cheong-san started and started marching towards Na-yeon until Su-hyeok held him back.

“Damn it! It wasn’t me!” She screamed while crouching down and picking up the handkerchief, hovering it above her wound as she looked around for someone to tell her to stop, that they believed her, anything for her to not do it.

Ms. Park, ever the mediator, ran up to her and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand and the handkerchief away from her scrape, trying to pull it from her hands but Na-yeon resisted. “Don’t do it. Stop it.”

“Let go,” she whimpered as the teacher tried to yank it from her hands.

“I said to stop it. Give it to me.”

“Leave me alone! Fuck!” Na-yeon screamed while breathing heavily. She let go of the handkerchief and stood up with teary eyes. She looked across the room at everyone, “I should just die too then, huh? That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Nobody answered and so she sighed, looking away before turning back. “Why is Gyeong-su better than me? That dirty welfie pushed me,” she whimpered.

“You little cheat!” You yelled at her while trying to rush forward but Dae-su was still holding onto your sleeve. Su-hyeok abandoned his spot as the one to hold back Cheong-san to wrap his arms around you, restricting any movement of your arms while you struggled and kicked your feet.

“Na-yeon,” Park said after a while of silence, “You didn’t…”

“So you did do it,” Cheong-san spoke, devastated, until he raised his voice to yell at her. Dae-su rushed forward to hold him back. “How could you fucking-”

“I didn’t kill him, okay?” She insisted and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears with rage. Rage and loss. “Gyeong-su fell, but he got up and ran. He’s still alive. He didn’t die, he just turned.”

“You mother fucker! They’re the exact same fucking thing!” You yelled out at the same time On-jo spoke.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“Stop ganging up on me!” She whined and threw her hands around like a toddler having a tantrum. “When I said he smelled, you all laughed. You all made fun of him too. Don’t try to act all innocent now.”

You thrashed around harder as you felt your eyes burning and your cheeks wet and you finally realized you were crying.

It had been a while since you’d done that.

Dae-su lost his grip on Cheong-san and he ran towards Na-yeon, Su-hyeok unable to stop him because of you in his arms already.

The boy pushed the girl to the ground and breathed heavily. “How could you kill him?” He screamed while Ms. Park told him to stop it. Na-yeon kept her head down.

“You’re… a murderer.”

Her head lifted and you saw tears falling down her face but you had no sympathy at all.

“I have no friends at all,” she whimpered out.

“I wondering fucking why,” you growled.

“I don’t need any of you. Fuck you,” she then stood up and shakily walked out of the room, Wu-jin rushing after her just as the door closed and Ms. Park moved to stop him.

“Listen,” she started and you were finally released from Su-hyeok’s grip after you stopped struggling. “No matter what happens, you stay alive. Also, you must never take a life. If you cause someone else to die, life becomes meaningless.”

She looked at you all with a remorseful and fond gaze and you were sure you knew what she was about to do. “All right?”

“Ms. Park?” You whispered shakily and she looked at you with a small smile before turning and running out the room, rushing after Na-yeon.

“Ms. Park! Wait!” Dae-su yelled and ran towards the door and Wu-jin held him back to the best of his ability.

“Dae-su, don’t go!” he begged.

You had never felt so helpless. Your feet seemed to be glued to the floor and your eyes stuck to the door where she had stood only moments ago.

Dae-su started sobbing into Wu-jin’s shoulder and your heart broke for him.

“Fuck!” You heard Cheong-san scream followed by the banging of his fist against a computer. You didn’t have the energy to stop him, even though you knew if he did it too much he could seriously injure his hand.

You were sitting in the corner next to Su-hyeok who had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest as you were too much in shock to cry; again. You saw On-jo walk up to Cheong-san as he was staring out the window but you couldn’t hear their hushed whispers.

“I feel like it’s my fault,” you said suddenly, only a breath above a whisper. Su-hyeok looked down at you in surprise and confusion.

“What’s your fault?”

“Gyeong-su.”

He sat up from his leaning position against the wall, bringing you with him, and looked you in the eyes. “How is it your fault? You didn’t do anything!” He tried to convince you, still whispering so the others wouldn’t butt their way into your business .

You let out a sad laugh as you felt your nose burning. “Exactly. I didn’t fucking do anything,” you wiped your nose slightly with the back of your hand to subside the sting. “I didn’t notice what she was doing. If I only noticed and was a little more attentive then Gyeong-su would be alive! It’s my fau-”

“No,” Su-hyeok insisted as he brought your head back into his chest to keep the guilty thoughts at bay. His heartbeat worked just enough for your soul to take a breath. “No, (Y/n). It’s not your fault. How could you have possibly known what she was going to do. You didn’t need to be attentive at that moment because it was someone who was supposed to be loyal to the group and not fucking kill someone. That is not your fault. Thinking like that will just drive you insane.”

At his words, a small sob escaped your lips and your body started to shake with your silent tears as he trailed his hand up and down your back. His lips were pressed against the crown of your head as he whispered the reassurances that you were needing.

After you calmed down and wiped away the tears on your face with your sleeve, you sat up and gave Su-hyeok a grateful smile.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

“You don’t need to thank me.”

It was then you noticed how close the two of you were, faces only inches apart and you could see his eyes travel from your own down to your lips a few times. You backed away with your cheeks flushed and gave him a small smile. He seemed delighted with the effect he had on you and that made your cheeks burn even hotter.

“I’m going to go sit by Nam-ra, I haven’t really spoken to her much in the past day,” you told him, avoiding eye contact as you stood up.

“Okay,” he smiled and got up himself before winking at you and walking over to lean against the counter where Wu-jin was sitting. You took a breath to cool your cheeks and calm your nerves before going over to sit next to Nam-ra.

“Hey there, prez,” you greeted and she met you with a cheeky grin.

She nudged you in the side. “Hey there, lovergirl. How’s it like in paradise, hm?” She teased in a whispered voice and you covered your face with your hands.

“Stop that, we’re just friends!” You whined softly and she giggled for a moment until her face slowly fell back into a frown.

You didn’t want to ask if she was okay because you knew the answer would be no. Nobody was okay right now, Nam-ra wasn’t any different. Instead, you just grabbed her hand and held it in your own affectionately while she leaned her head on your shoulder.

You stayed like that for a while until Cheong-san spoke up and broke the silence. “I didn’t hear anything at all. I just couldn’t hear anything.”

“Like what?” Su-hyeok asked but Cheong-san didn’t lift his gaze from where he stared at the floor.

“I mean after Na-yeon went out and then Ms. Park went after her. I didn’t hear anything after that.”

“You mean, screaming?” Su-hyeok asked and Cheong-san finally looked up at his friend to confirm.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe they didn’t die, then. They wouldn’t have been quiet if zombies were biting them,” Dae-su spoke his thoughts. “They must be alive.”

You let out a hum of acknowledgment while everyone else stayed silent and he huffed in annoyance, feeling left out. “Why won’t you respond? No one answers me. I’m always talking to myself,” he looked down and played with his tie. You couldn’t help feeling bad even though you were the only one to acknowledge his thoughts, albeit with only a hum.

Just as you were about to say something, On-jo beat you to the punch. “I think you’re right.”

“Forget it,” Dae-su waved her off with an eye roll but she continued.

“I didn’t hear anything either.”

“Me neither,” Hyo-ryung threw in her own thoughts. “ I was scared because I didn’t know how I’d feel if I heard them screaming, but I didn’t hear anything.”

“Come to think of it, neither did I,” Joon-yeong added.

“Then I’m right. They’re alive, right?” Dae-su asked and Joon-yeong nodded in confirmation.

“Should she be alive?” Ji-min asked angrily and you turned slightly to look at her, Nam-ra still resting her head on your shoulder, unmoving.

“What do you mean?” Joon-yeong asked.

“She’s a murderer. She killed Gyeong-su and walked out of here on her own. Is it even right for her to be alive?” She asked angrily, using rage as a coping mechanism for everything that was happening. “Aren’t you all being fake?”

“What about Ms. Park? Should she have died too?” Wu-jin questioned and Ji-min was quick to reply.

“Is that our fault?”

“Either way, we’re responsible for what happened,” he argued.

“Why is that? What did we do wrong?” She asked and you turned back to looking at your hands which were interlocked with Nam-ra’s, unable to look at the emotion in Ji-min’s eyes anymore. “Na-yeon killed someone, then played the victim, and chose to leave on her own. All because we didn’t listen to her,” She defended her own argument and Wu-jin remained silent. “If no one’s on your side, is it okay to kill?” Everyone stayed silent as they churned her question over in their brains. “Ms. Park acted like we were wrong. We didn’t tell Na-yeon to go out there. We didn’t tell Ms. Park to go out there, either. Why should we feel bad? What the hell did we do wrong?” Hyo-ryung leaned over to hug Ji-min and comfort her but the hand she placed on her shoulder was shoved off.

You noticed On-jo looking down at the table and a teardrop falling down her cheek and you reached over to grab onto her hand with your free one, squeezing gently. Surprisingly, she didn’t look shocked by your movements or the fact that you would do something like this, she just gave you a watery smile and sniffed before slightly wiping her nose on the sleeve of her slightly bloodied jacket.

Speaking of jackets, you realized you still didn’t have your own after using it to cover up Hyeon-ju when she came into the classroom. Although it wasn’t cold right now, you were sure it would be later, especially with the broken-open window.

“Hey,” Su-hyeok spoke up and interrupted everyone’s thoughts. “I feel weird saying this, but-”

He was interrupted when Wu-jin smacked his stomach. “Don’t say it.”

Su-hyeok groaned and took a strange moment of silence before continuing with what he was going to say. “Does anyone else have to go to the bathroom by any chance?” Nobody responded. “Am I the only one?”

Dae-su raised his hand slightly. “I do.”

“We have to go, too, actually. But we can’t go out,” Hyo-ryung spoke on behalf of her and Ji-min.

“I also have to go,” you added in and everyone’s head snapped towards you, making you shrink back in on yourself and press your cheek against the crown of Nam-ra’s head in embarrassment.

Joon-yeong sighed before pressing his forehead against the table.

“I’ve had to poop for a while,” Dae-su spoke up again and you held back the smile that threatened to take over your face.

“Dude… that’s… ew,” Wu-jin told him as he threw a pencil at him which was placed near his sitting spot.

“Why are you blaming me for this? Su-hyeok’s the one who brought it up. Poopings not a crime.”

“It’s not a crime, but-” Wu-jin told him with an amused face.

“But what? Don’t you need to go?”

“Yes, I do. Not poop, but, you know…” He informed.

“What about you?” Dae-su asked Cheong-san as he pointed at him, pleading for anyone to be on his side.

“I don’t… Pooping? No.”

He turned to Hyo-ryung. “Don’t you need to go?”

“Why are you asking me?” She whined.

“Why are you getting annoyed?” He shot back.

“What do you want from us? We can’t go out, anyways.”

Dae-su sighed deeply before his eyes caught on yours and he shot up straight. “(Y/n)!”

You smiled, amused, and Dae-su looked ecstatic at your expression. “Yes, Dae-su?”

“Do you need to go? Do you need to poop?” He asked, practically begging you to agree.

Your head tilted a bit as you looked up while thinking. “Yes,” you finally replied.

His hands shot up in victory. “Really?”

“No,” you laughed and he deflated like a balloon back into his seat with a playful glare. “I do have to go though.”

He sighed out again before he looked at the window. “I have an idea.”

You sighed and slapped your forehead, knowing exactly where he was going with this and not liking it one bit.

Dae-su walked up to the window, leaning against it slightly. “First, the girls and the guys will take turns.”

“Where?” Hyo-ryung asked, not understanding the context clues or deliberately being ignorant in hopes of him choosing a different answer.

He looked at her before gesturing to the window in front of him. “Here.”

She scoffed. “You’re crazy.”

“Stop it, man,” Cheong-san said and rolled his eyes at Dae-su’s strange suggestion.

“Why?” The boy asked with a slight whine. “The girls can wait in the other room, and the guys can just pee out the window.”

“What about… poop?” Wu-jin and you groaned out while shrinking in on yourself as you were sure you knew exactly what his idea would be.

He pointed at Wu-jin before looking back at the window. “Poop. Well…” He was silent for a moment as he thought before he slapped the frame in realization. “You can take your pants off and hang out the window,” he explained and climbed up the window so his butt was hanging off on one side while he held onto the window frame. “Like this.”

You couldn’t help yourself from snorting at his demonstration. “Outside!” He went on as you hid your smiling face underneath the collar of your green sweater. He stepped down from the window. “Like you’re taking a dump off of a cliff,” he then squatted down before continuing. “Like this.”

“What reaction is he hoping for?” You heard Wu-jin whisper before you spoke yourself.

“You seem to know a lot about this, Dae-su,” you teased. “I’m guessing you’ve had a lot of experience with pooping off of cliffs.”

He looked at you with an unamused look and you couldn’t help yourself from bursting out into laughter that everyone else joined in on as Dae-su rolled his eyes in annoyance. Nam-ra lifted her head from your shoulder and hid her smile behind her hand.

“I’m being serious!” He exclaimed over the laughter.

“Stop being ridiculous,” Hyo-ryung told him with an eyeroll after she calmed down.

“But someone has to hold you, so you don’t fall!” He quickly added when he saw a break in the giggles.

“How are you going to wipe your butt?” Joon-yeong asked him.

“Well, someone else should.”

“What is he saying?” Hyo-ryung facepalmed.

“Idiot.”

“Let’s just hold it,” Ju-min told everyone. “If the rescuers come-”

“It’ll take a while for them to get here,” On-jo looked at her as she interrupted her before looking down at her hands woefully. “It may be the same outside of the school.”

Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The joking and laughter filled atmosphere was replaced with the sullen one as everyone thought of the situation they were still in.

“I don’t know how long we’ll be stuck here, but my dad always told me to separate the bathroom from where you sleep if you find yourself stranded,” On-jo continued, sounding like she had an idea.

“What do you suggest?” You implored.

“We create a makeshift bathroom for the time being,” she said confidently.

“Where will we create a bathroom and how?” Ji-min inquired, confused.

“Right there,” On-jo pointed to the recording booth and everyone turned to look.

“That’s smart, if we do some things to make it more private it could be the perfect place to make one. Good thinking,” you praised her and she blushed slightly as she looked back down to her hands while a small smile graced her features. You stood up with a slight hop before turning to On-jo and clapping your hands together. “Okay, boss lady! First order of motion?”

She tried to hide her smile but failed as a small laugh escaped her. She stood up herself and turned to look at the group of girls. “Nam-ra and you guys, try to look for something to cover the window.”

They nodded before scattering across the room to find things they could use.

“Cheong-san and Joon-yeong,” both boys turned to her at their names being called. “Make something that can absorb urine and feces to use as a toilet,” they nodded and got to work. “And then the rest of you…” she paused, knowing they needed something else but not sure what it was.

“A screen?” You suggested and she snapped in your direction in appreciation.

“Yes! A screen.”

“A screen?” Wu-jin asked to confirm in slight confusion and On-jo nodded.

“Yes, a screen to block.”

Wu-jin, Su-hyeok, and you walked into the recording booth and looked around. The both of them seemed stuck on what to use but you saw something immediately.

You walked over to where a few filing cabinets were and started moving one of them so it was positioned parallel to the wall with the window. Going over to start moving the second one, Su-hyeok realized you had been doing the work while they were just watching. He slapped Wu-jin’s chest before jogging over to you with a smile.

“How about you two move that one,” you pointed over to another filing cabinet on the other side of the room. “And I’ll move this one so they can be ‘walls’ on each side of that one,” you then pointed to the previous filing cabinet you had moved which was across from the window.

Su-hyeok frowned before moving over to where you were and going on the other side of the filing cabinet you were about to move. You reached over to smack the back of his head. “I don’t need help, idiot. Go help Wu-jin,” you pointed to where Wu-jin was struggling to move the filing cabinet on his own despite trying to seem like he wasn’t. Su-hyeok turned and rubbed his head where you smacked him before you could see the smile and blush that blessed his cheeks. He mentally slapped himself.

All she did was slap me on the head and call me an idiot, why the fuck am I smiling?

You laughed as you watched him walk away and he blushed harder at the sound of it.

Oh… that’s why.

After moving the two filing cabinets, you moving yours comically faster than the two boys did and rolling your eyes before helping them, you walked out of the room to see Dae-su laying his head down on the table. Cheong-san and Joon-yeong were almost done with what you assumed was the makeshift bathroom.

You walked over to them and rested a hand on Joon-yeong’s shoulder as you leaned over to look at the basket. “Is this the homemade toilet?”

Joon-yeong jumped at first before relaxing. “Yeah, we’re trying to figure something out for where to sit, though. With just this, everyone would probably just have to hover above it.”

You nodded and looked around for a second before something caught your eye and both of them lit up. You practically skipped over to the seat next to Dae-su and grabbed his neck pillow from where it was resting and walked back over to the two boys.

“Put this on top, I think this might be the best option we’ll have,” you suggested and placed the pillow on top of the rags in the basket.

“Dae-su's got a big butt, so let's…” he said as he opened up the button that held the two ends of the pillow together and spread it a bit.

“Perfect!” you smiled and opened the recording booth’s door for the two of them as they brought the basket inside. Walking over to where Nam-ra, On-jo, and the rest of them had set up a little circle of chairs, you sat in the one next to where Nam-ra was standing just as everyone was rushed out of the room by Su-hyeok who slammed the door harder than he probably intended to. You laughed.

“Do you want to sit down? I can pull up another chair,” you suggested to your best friend but she just politely shook her head with a smile. You held your hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, if you say so.”

After a little while, it was your turn and you used it quickly before grabbing a hand sanitizer bottle from one of the cabinets and pumping a little into your hand.

“Oh, thank god!” You heard and turned around to see On-jo, followed by Hyo-ryung, beside you. “I was worried about that. Even if we’re in a zombie apocalypse, I don’t really want to go to the bathroom and not wash my hands,” the bob hair cutted girl said in relief before holding her hand out. You put some in her hand and then some in On-jo’s as well and both grinned at you gratefully.

The bottle got passed around as everyone took a little and then started chatting.

“At least there are cops and soldiers out there, right?” Hyo-ryung questioned hopefully.

“But if you watch the movies, they can’t do anything either, right?” Wu-jin answered with his own question.

“I’m hoping that this situation will be different from the movies, that this thing will have a cure and everyone outside of the school is doing just fine,” you muttered with slight optimism. Hyo-ryung smiled at you and grabbed your hand.

“Exactly, and they always save everyone in the end.”

The door slammed shut and you noticed Joon-yeong, who had been standing outside of the door, waiting for his turn, had gone inside and Dae-su was standing on the other side with the tissue box you all had designated at the toilet paper in his hand.

Everyone’s face had turned sour as the smell of the recording booth flooded out with the small time the door was open.

“Shit!” Su-hyeok exclaimed as you all plugged your nose or wafted away the stench with your hand. “Why don’t you just stay inside?”

“Does it smell?” Dae-su asked cluelessly.

The door to the studio opened again before slamming as Joon-yeong came running out. “S-shit.”

“What?” Dae-su asked again as Joon-yeong ran towards the window to get some fresh air. “Stop being so dramatic. It doesn't smell at all.

“Oh, it does more than just smell. I’m pretty sure the zombies will bust down the door just because of that,” you joked and grabbed a piece of paper from behind you to use as a fan and blow away the air.

“Sit somewhere else,” Hyo-ryung demanded as Dae-su sat in the seat next to her but he just ignored her and she rolled her eyes.

You looked up at Nam-ra and saw that she was just staring off blankly out the window. “What’s up? What are you looking at?” You asked her.

She took a breath and hesitated before speaking her mind. “There’s nobody there. There are no lights on in the stores and apartments out there. They all ran away.”

“Or died…” You added depressingly.

“What do you mean by that?” On-jo quizzed.

“No one’s coming here to save us,” Name-ra stated.

“Why do you have to be so pessimistic?” Joon-yeong asked as he shifted uncomfortably under the change of tone in the air.

“Don’t you know my mom?” She shifted so she was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. “She would’ve torn the school apart looking for me, but she isn’t here yet.”

“So, what do you wanna do?” Ji-min asked in a bitter voice and Nam-ra turned to look at her, annoyed.

When you realized she wasn’t going to reply, you replied on her behalf. “I think she’s just trying to point out the facts, even if they are depressing,” you looked up at Nam-ra to see if your assumption was correct and she nodded.

Ji-min turned to face you. “We all know that no one’s coming. So I think we should just figure out what we’re gonna do next.

“We have to wait to be rescued,” On-jo vocalized. You all looked to her and you especially knew that she might have the best knowledge of what to do in a situation like this considering she had some information passed down to her from her dad. “We can’t leave somewhere safe to go somewhere dangerous.”

“But from the place where we are right now, we’re not exactly in a visible spot for someone to see and rescue us from,” you told her, knowing that even if rescuers showed up to save people, they would most likely go to the roof first before anywhere else if at all.

“And what if nobody comes?” Nam-ra added on and you nodded.

“We haven't been waiting that long yet,” the girl insisted as she stared up at her.

“How long do you think we have to wait? Do you think we should wait until we die?” Nam-ra asked in a slightly snarky tone which you winced at but didn’t make any move to interfere.

“No,” On-jo clarified. “I’m saying let’s wait as long as we can.”

“But when will we know when we can’t?” You asked and On-jo just looked at you, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she looked down at her lap.

“I don’t know… but there’s no way we can go out right now, anyway.”

“It’s probably because it’s nighttime. I’m sure somebody will come in the morning, maybe. There are a lot of choppers flying around,” Su-hyeok pointed out and everyone looked out the window to inspect the sky for a second before leaning back. He let out a sigh. “Let’s just wait until tomorrow, and we’ll see.”

Everyone nodded in agreement when Joon-yeong took in a deep breath and ran back into the recording studio while plugging his nose which you and Hyo-ryung slightly giggled at. Su-hyeok looked down with a smile at the sound but you didn’t notice it from how you leaned forward to talk to Hyo-ryung. You also didn’t notice the questioning looks that On-jo passed back and forth between you and Su-hyeok.

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