#aouad kdrama

[gyaruhana]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[k1mbe3rly]

I NEED CHEON-SAN P LINKSSS (AOUAD)

need

Lee cheong san Twitter links

Passionate sex

he loves your ass

riding him

he’s leaking all over your panties

cumming all over your panties than finally putting it inside

eating you out

not too rough, not too slow

he likes watching it go in and out

lights red 😈

[smuttykdrama]

[Suhyeok x Bully!Hambie!Gwinam's Sister!Reader / All Of Us Are Dead]

Warnings: NONCON (Well, sort of? Suhyeok's saying no but he actually wants it?), Female Reader, Sub!Suhyeok, Dom!Reader, Smut, Degrading.

(A/N): So i just finished AOUAD and hOLY FUCK i need more Suhyeok smut. I'm a massive fucking domme so had make this idea into a fanfic!! I might make a longer one tbh, like a book on wattpad or something haha. Anyways, filth under the cut!

"What are you smirking at, you brat, huh? Answer me.“

You moved like a predator, dangerous and calculating, and Suhyeok panted pathetically before you even touched him. You'd roughed him up a little so he was too exhausted to dare to escape your clutches.

“Nothing! None of your business, Yoon (Y/N)."

As defiant and brave as ever, Suhyeok wasn’t going to give himself up without a fight, even if he didn’t want to win that fight anyways. You'd found him alone in a classroom full of zombies, fighting for his life. Luckily, you were there to help him out of that sticky situation...and into another one. You and your psycho brother, Yoon Gwinam, had both turned into a Hambie. Conveniently, Gwinam told you that Suhyeok was yours, as long as he have Cheongsan to torment. Nightmare siblings, everyone called you.

"Lee Suhyeok. I saved you. How are you going to repay me, huh?"

You picked him up from the floor like he weighed nothing, ripping his blazer and shirt apart almost instantly, shocking him. A part of Suhyeok felt violated, but another part excited him. He'd hanged with the school bullies before, hence he knew you, and secretly liked you and your fierce attitude.

"Come on, thats enough, (Y/N). Let me go. I have to get back to the others."

Your eyes widened in anger.

"Say that again. I dare you. Do you know what fucking bullshit i had to go through to finally capture you?!"

Suhyeok accidentally moaned as you cornered him and tangled a hand in your hair, tugging on it. You basically hissed, nails leaving tracks across the tanned, unblemished skin of his chest. He gasped, attempting to push you away as you sucked on his neck harshly, making sure not to bite him...yet.

“Wha- (Y/N)..stop - nnghh..."

Suhyeok trailed off, groaning, his adams apple bobbing up and down as you traced his neck. It made you thirsty for more; to claim him as yours, to hurt him more. There was nothing more erotic than a strong fighter submitting to you completely, unable to defend himself from your advances. The truth is, ever since Suhyeok stopped talking to you, your brother and the other bullies, day by day you grew more frustrated with him. And his stupid bravery. The fact that he's not yours. That hes so perfect and good and distancing himself from you. From evil.

"Please, (Y/N). I have to help our classmates -"

Oh come on. Even when he was being violated like this, Suhyeok was thinking of others. At this point he knows he’s going to be punished for even believing that you were a nice person. Because you were a possessive freak. A weirdo. Someone who’s entire existence is frowned upon. If only he knew what it was like to be infatuated with someone until you’d either kill a person, or them.

SLAP.

“Don’t you get it? You’re mine. Stay out of everyone’s sight. Don’t touch them, talk to them, look at them, or even breathe in their direction. I'll kill you if you go back."

Before Suhyeok could say anything else, he choked on his next words as you peeled your panties off and picked him up, thrusting straight onto him, his cock completely filling you up. In that moment, he felt himself crumble in front of you. In this very moment, all Suhyeok wanted was to feel alive again. To forget about the damn zombies. You felt the sweet sting of him stretching you open, filling you to the brim and you know you’d never feel this with anyone else. No matter how shady and unethical and terrifying you were, Suhyeok knew you were not the kind of woman you find twice. 

“Are you fucking with me? You like this don’t you? You dirty little whore, Lee Suhyeok, enjoying being used by a filthy possessive girl like me. You want to be owned. Be thankful i haven't turned you already."

You weren’t taking your time, the way you’re fucking him into the wall—bucking your hips into his at a frantic pace and making him whine—it wasn’t for pleasure. No, he could tell by the way you’re keeping him close, not trying to change your angle to get deeper, that you wanted to possess him completely.

"Harder..."

He finally whispered, his eyes averting from your gaze as you fucked him into oblivion. The slapping of flesh was loud, and so was the sound of Suhyeok's ever so needy moaning. And your heavenly whimpers.

"(Y/N), fuck, im yours. I'm yours, so own me."

That's what you liked to hear.

[END]

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Gwi-Nam (1/4)

Word Count: 3.9k

I remembered that I actually wrote this whole thing for fun several months ago. Might as well use this for an easy peasy ease back into society.

R stared at the email on her phone, her brain scrambling to make sense of the Korean typo in the email. Although she stood in the main hallway, gathering many stares from the native Korean high school students, the posted signs were not the most helpful.

She took in her surroundings once again, adjusting her old and well-loved frog backpack, loaded with stationery. The hoard of students desperate to make it to class on time sometimes collided, and R was astounded at the sheer student population of the public high school. Unlike from her home country, the high school seemed well-funded and quite modern, even compared to the college she was actively attending at home — which had given her this opportunity abroad. The atmosphere made R somewhat anxious.

R sighed, deciding the best course of action — after a few failed attempts of grabbing a frantic student’s attention — was to go to the right and follow past the principal’s office. R’s entire goal was to find the teacher’s lounge. And although one might think to ask the principal, she was terrified of making a poor first impression. 

The hallway had grown vacant and silent, only the sound of her footsteps echoing. She noticed her tattoo cover-up sleeves were scrunching slightly, and while walking, looked down to adjust it.

She suddenly heard loud, quick footsteps come from behind. Just as she went to glance over her shoulder, a hard shoulder smashed into her back and knocked R forward onto the ground. She scraped her knees, which created instant panic. As she scrambled to sit and inspect her knee, there was a cruel snicker.

R scowled, recognizing the tear in her leg sleeve. Luckily, R was always analy OCD and overprepared, and knew she could clip it with a pin and hide it under her knee-length black skirt. 

Two shoes stopped in front of her. R looked up, unamused. A student who looked far more mature than his peers by a few years toward her with black banks and a Korean-styled mullet. As she was still adjusting from her native tongue to Korean, his words did not register at first.

R’s scowl disappeared as she intently focused on the words.

“Since when does our school let in foreign [unknown]?” he sneered.

R blinked, only assuming it was foul language spitting from his mouth, and rolled her eyes. “You are making a bad first impression on a new teacher.” She intentionally left out the assistant.

She watched as his breath and stance stiffened. “Shit.” He glanced her over, a slight smirk growing. “The school must be desperate if they took in a foreign [whore] with fake hair and tattoos.”

R’s eyes widened and her cheeks darkened, pulling the dark brown wig over her head to hide her brightly dyed hair. She finally brushed herself off and pinned the sleeves together. R returned to her feet, only then recognizing the slight burn in her knees.

“Listen, kid. How about you mind your business and I’ll mind mine? I can already tell you’re an asshole, so I’d recommend you get to your class before I bring you with me to the principal’s office for harassment.”

The student sneered and crossed his arms. There was a momentary tense staredown before he seemed to loosen up, clicking his tongue and walking off — but not without snatching one of her decorative to-do list papers. R sighed, not caring enough to pursue her to-do list. She already seemed fairly unprofessional with her frog backpack, so a pink sticky note with Hello Kitty on it was better off left out of sight.

Despite the aggravating experience, R continued on her way, plastering a smile on her face. Eventually, she found the teacher’s office empty. However, a teacher named Ms. Park had left a name on the door with R’s name and the classroom number. R sighed with relief, heading off to the classroom.

R burst through the classroom door. Ms. Park had been speaking, but all went silent except for the muttering of students. R was nervous, but as time passed, the classroom became as familiar as any other.

~~~

R blasted her somewhat generic pop playlist since the old songs from the 2000s never grew old to her. She was chowing down on her boxed lunch, which was cutely styled like everything else: a Hello Kitty lunchbox, as she succumbed to capitalistic desires of that brand easily. 

The concrete, half-built foundation was where she went during the lunch period to get some peace and quiet. During the semester, construction had been placed to a halt except for weekends, as there were frequent noise complaints from school staff and students. To R, it was her perfect hide-away location from prying eyes.

As she finished up her homemade kimbap — an accomplishment R was proud of — Shake It Off began echoing from her phone. R grinned, and she stood up. She sang poorly, but sang with it regardless, even incorporating some equally poor dance moves during the chorus.

R halted mid-song as her stomach had a sharp, sudden pain, hissing loudly and grasping her stomach. She cursed under her breath.

“Eh? How unathletic are you? How embarrassing.”

R gasped in fright, swerving to face the onlooker. She sighed out of relief, recognizing the infamous rule-breaker from her classroom (although he rarely attended class). R had a neutral opinion of the boy, as he was notoriously the “bully’s gopher,” but hadn’t ratted her out or spread any rumors about her unprofessional underbelly. 

“At least I’m more athletic than the gym instructor,” R shot back, noticing that the stomach pain had left.

Gwi-nam’s eyebrows raised, adorning a cheeky grin. He often put up an air of unapproachability, but due to R’s semi-authority, it seemed he neither cared to intimidate nor to fake manners. 

“You could get fired for saying something like that.”

“I could get fired for a lot of things, kid.”

R went over and sat back on the cement steps, furrowing through her lunchbox and sipping on an internationally imported Capri Sun. Gwi-nam leaned on the crudely placed metal rails, leering over the woman. He eyed the package curiously, as well as the rest of the cutified objects.

“I’m amazed someone like you got transferred here,” Gwi-nam scoffed. “There’s nothing professional about you.”

“My college GPA, past internships, letters of recommendation, and my polyglot status say otherwise. Besides, Ms. Park says I bring a modern level of cultural diversity.”

“God, you’re full of yourself.”

“So what?” R chortled, slurping up the rest of her juice. “I deserve to be a little self-confident. I worked hard to get here.”

Gwi-nam rolled his eyes. “Whatever. What the hell are doing out here anyway? I bet you’re too weird to make any friends.”

“Not at all. I just like to eat alone,” R insisted. “Why are you here, kid? Don’t you have anywhere else to be or lunch to be eating?”

“I don’t have friends. Just people I hang out with.”

“Hm. Well, how about some bribery to get you back with your people? Here’s a chocolate bar.”

~~~

R handed the student sitting next to her a tiny container of cut canteloupe and some chopsticks. “At this rate, you owe me an entire hot pot.”

Gwi-nam snatched the bowl, immediately digging in hungrily. “No way,” he grumbled with a full mouth. “That would count as taking advantage of a student. Besides, with how fat you’ve gotten, you obviously have some food to spare.”

R clicked her tongue angrily, swatting Gwi-nam’s neck. “How dare you comment on a woman’s wait like that. With those manners, it’s no wonder why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

The comment made her feel somewhat insecure regardless. Gwi-nam wasn’t wrong. R had been wearing baggier shirts recently, as no matter how much she exercised or ate healthily, it hardly impacted the small stomach bump she had developed in the last two months. The only explanation was that it was from poor sleep, stress, and overworking. 

“I’m too busy for that.”

“Too busy because you’re beating up some helpless classmate, right? Don’t think I don’t notice when your knuckles are all messed up. You’re called the bully’s gopher for a reason.”

“You fucking bitch,” Gwi-nam sneered,“ don’t call me that. Just because you know a fucking language doesn’t mean I won’t kill you.”

R sent a glare before snatching back the cantaloupe from him. “God, you’re rude and sensitive.”

“As if. Now give me my food back.”

She rolled her eyes. She very much assumed he had home problems and had taken some level of pity on him since the boy showed up in the building every day since their first encounter and had neither friends nor food. But after enduring an all-nighter, she didn’t feel like putting up with his foul attitude.

R shoved her food back into the lunchbox and stood up. As she did so, Gwi-nam’s hands latched onto R, causing her to almost trip. Gwi-nam shouted in irritation, but the sensation of standing had made R feel dizzy enough not to notice. Black dots clouded her vision and she stumbled forward slightly.

“Hey!” Gwi-nam exclaimed, grabbing and pulling her back to the step. 

R sat, and it felt as though her stomach vibrated with agony. She let out a hiss of pain and laid back, the lunchbox long forgotten. R gasped and rubbed her stomach, feeling a sudden leaking sensation. It was as though her stomach was hollowing out.

“What’s wrong?” Gwi-nam huffed, aiding in lowering her slowly onto the steps. 

“I… I don’t know — I feel…”

“What the fuck —!”

R was confused, focusing on nothing but the sharp cramps. But as Gwi-nam scampered away, R twisted her head up to see what he was looking at. R screeched as she noticed a waterfall of bloody blobs leaking from her white skirt. R reached for her phone but barely felt the ability to move from the cramps. It was as though her period was on blast.

“Call a fucking ambulance!” R shrieked, to which Gwi-nam clumsily withdrew up from his pocket. 

He called 119, but nothing other than confusion was displayed in his expression. R heard the muffled voice of an operator, to which Gwi-nam stuttered in reply,“ I - I need an ambulance at the front gate of Hyosan High.” Another few seconds passed before Gwi-nam spat out a few stuttered descriptions of the emergency. 

He pocketed the phone before grabbing R’s arms and tugging her up. R grunted, a few tears sliding down her cheek. When R’s legs gave out, Gwi-nam scoffed in annoyance and scooped her up, trying to disregard the blood that stained his jacket.

R grasped onto him for dear life, stuttering,“ What are you doing?”

“What does it look like, stupid?”

A few minutes later, Gwi-nam arrived at the front gate at the knick of time. He flinched at how loud the sirens were as the ambulance pulled up. Nurses rolled out and helped get R into the back, with Gwi-nam deciding to get in the back.

~~~

“Ms. R, it appears you had an intense miscarriage,” the doctor informed the woman, staring at the clipboard. “You were being too hard on yourself during the pregnancy.”

R paled and shivered. “I didn’t… I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t know you were pregnant?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry then. However, you should be able to head home now. Your boyfriend is waiting outside.”

“He’s not my…” R mumbled, watching the doctor walk off. 

The nurses helped R to her feet. She was thoroughly cleaned, adorning nothing but the white robe. However, with the state of her old clothing, they had been discarded with instructions to head straight home and change. R slipped on her shoes and shuffled weakly to the open doorway.

His head bobbed sleepily, Gwi-nam was sitting by the door. R wiped away her tears and softly shook his shoulder. R was surprised he had waited, as by the time everything was okayed, the sun had set. Ms. Park had called at some point, but R would deal with the repercussions of a missed afternoon session and after-school office hours when she got home.

“Gwi-nam,” R called.

His head shot up and a snort escaped. His eyes were wide and his brow furrowed. He rose, immediately eyeing her up and down. “What happened? The sons of bitches wouldn’t let me go in to see you.”

R chuckled, insecurely grasping at her stomach. “It was… just a stomach ulcer that got stuck. They had to get rid of it, that is all. I’m alright.”

Gwi-nam’s shoulders instantly relaxed. “Eh? All that blood for an ulcer?”

“It’s been growing for two months now.” R glanced around. “You should head home now. Let me get you something from the vending machine. It’s not much, but —“

“You were the one in the hospital,” he gruffly mumbled. “Besides, you were the one who said I owed you a hot pot.”

“Nonsense. Your parents are probably waiting for you.”

He snorted obnoxiously. “No, they’re not. So, let’s go.”

Gwi-nam grabbed her arm and started dragging her down the hall to the exit. R protested but with his tight, unrelinquishing hold, she gave in and joined him at a nearby convenience store. After some fuss between them, Gwi-nam was able to take what she grabbed and pay for the food together. R was as grateful as she was surprised by the student’s kindness.

When they sat at the window, R inquired quietly,“ Are you sure your parents aren’t waiting for you?”

“As if. My dad’s probably off at work while my mom’s fucking her new boyfriend in a hotel.” R frowned, to which Gwi-nam snapped,“ Hey, don’t fucking look at me like that. I don’t want your pity.”

“It’s not pity,” she replied. “I’m upset. You deserve better people in your life.”

Gwi-nam tried not to show that the comment had taken him aback, covering it up with a glare and a scoff. However, despite his best cover-up, R noticed how blood rushed to his cheeks. R sent him a sweet smile, unaware of just how impacted Gwi-nam was.

~~~

The door to the classroom slid open loudly, and without looking, R stated,” It’s not like you to be so early for our sessions, Cheong-san.”

When R received no reply, she looked up. She was taken aback to find Gwi-nam standing at the entrance, harboring an unsure and anxious expression with his backpack shouldered. R tilted her head and sent a smile.

“Gwi-nam, come sit. How can I help you?”

“I need help with English, obviously.”

R chuckled as the man plopped into the seat next to hers, backpack on the floor. “I assumed. I was more so asking what you need help with for English.”

“Oh. Uh, with… the homework.”

R found it endearing how nervous he was, glancing constantly at the door. She knew he would rather be caught dead than at a study session, but was incredibly proud of his courage. Gwi-nam pulled out the paper. The class was assigned various Robert Frost poems to decipher. Gwi-nam had been assigned to Stopping by Woods. And instead of just using a translator, Gwi-nam came to R.

“Do you need help with the grammar functions?” R inquired.

Gwi-nam nodded, grabbing a pen. R began explaining the concepts and switching words to make the sentences more comprehensible to a foreign speaker. Gwi-nam was surprisingly attentive until a ding came from R’s phone.

R glanced briefly at the notification, noticing the time. “Ah. I have a scheduled student appointment in a few minutes, so I have to cut this short. Can I pen you in for next Monday?”

“Eh? Why?”

“So that you can come again. If you do, I’ll even bring you a snack. How does three-thirty sound?”

Gwi-nam shoved his notes back in begrudgingly. “Whatever,” he muttered, not meeting R’s eyes.

“Great! See you then. Get home safe, Gwi-nam.”

He didn’t reply, quickly shuffling into the hallway. R’s heart warmed, and a part of her felt somewhat proud that she was making an impact on her student’s life to some capacity.

~~~

R awoke with a gasp, clasping at her bedsheets. It took not a moment after for her alarm to go blaring in her ears. She immediately shut it off and focused on regaining her breath. 

Everything was going well in Korea. Work, friends, lifestyle, school (as exhausting as it was to be doing college at the same time as her transfer abroad) — all except the overlying issue.

R had managed to attract a stalker. 

It started small, and she was convinced it was a student of hers. She constantly felt watched when nobody was around. Things would go missing from her bag or desk. Then one day, while she was in the office on her own, she glanced over and saw a shadowed figure staring through a crack in the door.

That’s when things seemed to escalate, especially the paranoia. She became more organized with her things and knew when things would disappear. She carried a safety weapon at all times. Sometimes, when a hooded man followed her for a stretch, she’d break for a run.

And then things escalated again — one day, the hooded man ran, too.

That was when, after calling Ms. Park in distress, they went to the police together. R knew that Korea tended not to take cases like her’s seriously, and it’s not as though she knew how to talk to a police officer that well.

With thorough convincing from Ms. Park, they kept an eye on the neighborhood R lived in from time to time. But that hardly seemed to do any good, because that was when R noticed that hooded man outside her apartment building. And then outside her apartment.

R invested in every home safety feature. Door cameras, motion-detecting lights, and a silent break-in alarm if it came to it.

She was terrified and was considering moving, to say the least. Calling the police was a lost cause since they “couldn’t do anything with the footage” and “a crime hadn’t happened yet.”

So R lived in fear. The stalker had even invaded her nightmares.

When R grabbed her phone, she noticed that one of her bear-shaped sticky notes was beside the phone. She went through her notifications before she roused herself. And only then did she notice the content of the sticky note.

Written in messy, almost intelligible Korean, was written ‘The cops can’t do shit.’

R shrieked. She noticed her underwear drawer was ajar. She noticed that her lights had been unscrewed. And the silent alarm hadn’t been triggered. R was a mess getting ready for work, taking photos of the various evidence. And although she tried to compose herself on the subway, she was still a wreck when she got to campus.

As she walked past the school gates, she gasped when a fist punched her shoulder suddenly. R veered her body toward the culprit, recognizing Gwi-nam immediately. He wore a casual expression.

“Gwi-nam,” R stated, recovering from her shock – and momentarily forgetting her troubles.

The student clicked his tongue, motioning to his head. “Your hair is falling off, teacher.”

“Ah!” R, embarrassed, readjusted the wig furiously. “Better?”

His nostrils flared and he eyed her up and down. He nodded.

“Thank you. I hope to see you in class later.”

R walked away, feeling her student’s eyes follow her intensely.

Only then did the panic come back. She was in a rush, greeting students only briefly until she arrived at the teacher’s office. R wrapped her arms around Ms. Park from behind, who jolted in shock.

“R!” she exclaimed. 

“Help.”

R released her and handed the now attentive Ms. Park her phone. The woman scrolled through the photos, growing paler by the second. She handed the phone back.

“You can’t stay there anymore.”

“I know that — but my landlord won’t accept it as a reason to break the lease. My credit score will be destroyed.”

“Fuck the credit score!” Other teachers glared, causing Ms. Park to clear her throat and compose herself. “You have to move out today. I’ll help you after class.”

“My assignment will be late.”

“R. This is not up for negotiation. So stop worrying and let’s leave this for after school.”

She nodded, blinking away the blurred tears. She sat at her desk, rummaging through her items quickly. Ms. Park nudged her, a twinkle in her eye.

“You know, you’re out here doing miracle work for our students. I was checking class B’s overall grades, and I found that On-jo has gone from a D+ to a B-. And even better, Gwi-nam somehow went from failing to a B+. I’m sure you’ll get a bonus from the principal for all your hard work at the end of the school year.”

R smiled, some of her uneasiness lifting off her shoulders from the news.

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Much to R’s dismay, it quickly became apparent that R had forgotten to pack a lunch. She had grabbed her lunch box, but the contents were nonexistent. Thus, R knew she’d have to head down to the cafeteria vending machine grab some carbohydrate-filled junk, and break the bad news to Gwi-nam.

On her way, she noticed Gwi-nam leaning on a wall on his phone. R hummed, approaching. Gwi-nam immediately noticed, eyes glued to her figure. R paused in front of him, fumbling with her fingers.

“Well, Gwi-nam, I… woke up late this morning, so I didn’t pack a lunch. Do you have money for the vending machine?”

“Eh? Late? How unprofessional.”

R rolled her eyes. I’ll take that as a yes. Just make sure you eat.” R spun to head over to the cafeteria before pausing. “Oh, one more thing. I’m proud of you and the progress you’ve made in class, Gwi-nam. I hope you know that.”

She walked over to the cafeteria, not noticing how the student gulped and his cheeks grew red, unable to tear his gaze away from the woman.

The cafeteria was crowded and R struggled to evade students. She replied to greetings from students and eventually made it to the vending machine. R checked her phone as a goofy lunch wrap slowly unraveled. Alas, the lunch period was already fifteen minutes through.

The wrap was nearly loose, sliding down the front. It did so slowly, and R nearly screamed when she realized it was about to stop moving.

R had had a bad enough day and kicked the machine. Just like that, the wrap plopped down. As R grabbed it, the noise level in the cafeteria skyrocketed. R swerved to observe the commotion and was unprepared for what she saw. A hoard of students were flying through the glass entrance, until students suddenly slammed it shut, locking out a small group. Screams echoed, and despite the unknowing threat, R dashed toward the entrance, shoving her wrap into her skirt pocket.

And that was when another hoard approached. Students covered in blood ran at the group, and although they tried to run, the students caught them. Blood spewed against the glass, and R shrieked. Although R was frozen in place, everyone around her was running amock in panic from the sudden brutal attack. 

R stood just on the other side of the pane, not far from the front door. Students ran, and then so did the blood-covered students. The doors went crashing open, and R’s life flashed before her eyes as a student she immediately recognized pounced at her.

[sunnysana]

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

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

Han Gyeonsu × F! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[unbloomedrose]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 | 𝗚𝗪𝗜 𝗡𝗔𝗠

No plagiarism

This is pure a fictional story as I wrote this from my own ideas

No hate or anything towards the characters

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𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗨𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗

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𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩♬ ���˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Her pov"

Run run run y/n ! ", su hyeok screamed when he saw the zombies running towards us we ran fast as fast we can namra pulled my hand and ran pulling me with her we all ran inside a classroom and breath in and out geongsu locked the door and slipped down there breathing heavily Cheong San throwed the water bottle at him he grabbed it struggling and gulped it in a sec we all looked at each other then sighed

Hey you are infected ! ", nayeon screamed looking at me grabbing everyone attention onjo took her steps infront of me and checked my arms while looking in my eyes

Is that a bit mark ? ", she asked me as i shaked my heart as no

Ofc ! That's what a infected person would say

nayeon said making evryone look down then walked towards me grabbing my arms but before she could pull geongsu stepped infront of her pulling her from me she stumbled on her steps and glared at him

What ?! Don't tell me that you don't belie-.

I don't believe you at all ", geongsu said as he stood infront me

It's alright geongsu I'm fine I'll leave ", i said while walking away but he stopped me again

You don't have to leave just cuz that b*tch said (reader name)___ ", he said as he glared at her she gasped as she looked around to gain attention

"Tf you just called me? a*shole ! ", she said as she punched him as they fought with each other cheongsan screamed and stood infront of them as he pushed them away from each other ", stop it guys ! He screamed at them

(reader name) ? Is that really a bite mark ? "He asked as he stepped closer to me

No ! It's not I was with you guys ..", i explained to them but they don't seem to believe I just smiled then walked to the door about to open untill geongsu stopped me again

Don't go i believe you

I can't stay with one person trust geongsu..",i said walking out of the class smiling at them one last time i ran out of the class sobbing on the way trying to forget that my own friends didn't believed me i ran ran ran and ran pushing all the zombies I was exhausted but still I ran I ran outside the school halls i saw a bat there I took it and swing it around the zombies face there I saw a small way to somewhere being scared I ran inside there

Shit

I cursed at myself when I saw lotts of zombies were coming towards me I ran into another side and there were none i sighed heavily as i sat there taking a deep breath sobbing my eyes out I was crying untill someone patted on my shoulder I got scared and about to swing the bat on that zombie but someone grabbed it and held it tight when i saw who it was it was a boy clothes dripping in blood one of his eyes are damaged he looked at me up and down

Who are you ?"he asked as he pulled the bat towards him I got scared for dear life he stepped closer to me he smelled me and smiled creepily as I was shivering to dead because of his cold gaze

I'm ---",i said as he raised his eyebrows in confusion

I've never seen you here before?..

I'm a new transferred student from ___", I said as he laughed giving the bat to me i smiled and thanked him as he looked confused ", did you just smiled at me ?", he asked as he looked at me with tense face

Yes is that wrong ?", I asked smiling at him

It's weird ", he said while yawning I took a teddy bandage from bag and sticked on his wood he frowned and stepped back but i stepped closer to him and sticked that bandage on his nose feeling proud I went back smiling he looked at me and then touched his nose glaring at me

Here have this with you this will help "I said giving the bandage to him he pushed it from my hand making me sad I looked away from him taking the bandage from the ground he glared at me again then I was about to walk away untill he said something

Where do you think you going ?

[gigiszn]

ALL OF US ARE DEAD — cheong-san x fem!reader

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! if you read this before, i decided to get rid of the name i'd given the girl and make it a y/n story. but i still will be describing what she is wearing, just not any physical attributes like hair and skin.

lmk if u want this to have a part 2 or a series to it!

tw: blood, violence, swearing, gore, all the typical zombie apocalypse warnings.

wc: 1.8k

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

Y/N POKED AT the kimchi on her lunch tray, the tangy scent filling the air. The table she'd chosen today was unusually large, though the only side in use was the one where she sat, her lunch laid out in front of her. She glanced around the bustling cafeteria, her gaze momentarily wandering before she exhaled a soft sigh. A stray lock of her curtain bangs lifted, caught by a gust of air, only to settle back on her forehead with a lazy flop.

Her eyes shifted toward On-Jo, a girl from her grade who sat across the room with her best friend, I-Sak. The two were inseparable, as they always had been, laughing together in a bubble of their own world. Y/N watched them with a quiet longing, her gaze softening as she silently observed the effortless bond they shared. In moments like this, she couldn’t help but envy On-Jo. Through her eyes, Y/N vicariously experienced the life she had always dreamed of—one filled with laughter, friendship, shopping trips, gossiping, and everything that had seemed just out of reach.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, across the room, Cheong-San—a boy from her grade—had been watching her for far longer than he intended. His eyes followed her movements with an intensity that made it impossible for him to look away. He had admired her from a distance, noticing the small details: the way she brushed her hair away with an absent flick, the soft sighs that escaped her lips when she thought no one was looking. Her stillness now only seemed to draw him in further, the quiet aura around her captivating in a way he couldn’t quite place.

His friends had picked up on it immediately, of course. They’d caught the way his gaze lingered, and every teasing comment only made him more self-conscious. As Y/N sat, lost in her own world, Cheong-San’s friends shot knowing looks his way, raising their eyebrows as they nudged him with playful smirks. "Still not going to talk to her?" they’d teased. "You just gonna stare all day?"

He dismissed them with a wave, his lips twisting into a scoff that didn’t quite mask the heat creeping up his neck. "Shut up," he muttered under his breath, trying to ignore the ache in his chest that had grown each time Y/N remained oblivious to his attention. His focus, however, never left her, the sound of her sigh mingling with the noise of the cafeteria. It was as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only her in the center of his thoughts.

Her reverie was abruptly shattered by the sharp, frantic sound of rapid footsteps. Y/N's head snapped toward the glass doors at the far end of the cafeteria. Panic spread quickly as a flood of students burst through the entrance, their screams echoing through the hall. They moved in a chaotic frenzy, bumping into each other as fear rippled through the room. The opposite doors were similarly overwhelmed, students spilling through without even noticing the commotion at the other side.

Still frozen in place, Y/N swung her legs over the bench, her feet lightly touching the floor as she turned toward the door. She remained seated, staring blankly at the chaos unfolding, the surreal atmosphere weighing heavily on her senses.

Crack. Crack. Crack. The sound of glass splintering echoed through the cafeteria, each sharp break amplifying the panic in the air. Y/N's heart raced as the weight of the screaming students pressing against the doors became too much. The glass shattered with a loud crash, sending the students nearest to it tumbling in a pile. Those behind them surged forward, their frantic scramble pushing everyone into a frenzy.

Y/N's breath hitched. She stood up shakily, her legs unsteady beneath her. She needed to do something, anything—but her body refused to cooperate. She froze in the middle of the aisle, wide-eyed, her mouth agape as the chaos unfolded before her.

A student was on the ground, another on top of him, their movements erratic and uncoordinated, like something had taken hold of them. Y/N stumbled back, her hands gripping the table for support as the unsettling scene unfolded. More students, faces filled with panic and confusion, staggered past her, eyes wild and frantic.

The cafeteria had become a madhouse, a swirl of fear and desperation. Y/N could hear the distant shouts and screams, but it felt like the world had closed in around her, the air thick with a sense of dread she couldn’t shake.

Students raced past her, shoving and scrambling in every direction. She was knocked off balance and fell to the floor, landing with a soft thud. A yelp escaped her as she quickly scrambled to her feet. The room was in utter chaos, and she couldn’t make sense of it. A girl, who had been running just moments ago, turned toward her. Blood smeared across her face, and her eyes were wide, unfocused. She moved toward Y/N with jerky, unnatural steps, her presence sending a chill down her spine.

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to let fear take over. She wasn’t going to die like this. Not now. Not ever.

She closed her eyes briefly, pulling in a shaky breath, then opened them just in time to see the girl get closer. Without thinking, Y/N grabbed the nearest chair and hurled it toward the girl. It hit the ground with a loud clatter, distracting her just long enough. She didn’t waste a second—Y/N scrambled to her feet and sprinted in the opposite direction, her pulse pounding in her ears.

Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around Y/N, pulling her away from the chaos of the cafeteria and onto a nearby table. She kicked and screamed, adrenaline surging through her as she fought against the force. But then her eyes locked on the familiar face of Cheong-San, and a sense of relief flooded her.

"Cheong-San, what the hell is happening?" she shouted, her voice barely cutting through the cacophony of screams and panic. All around them, students were being attacked, others scrambling in every direction, faces twisted in fear and confusion. Over Cheong-San’s shoulder, Y/N could see On-Jo, her expression just as frantic.

Cheong-San didn’t have time to offer anything other than a quick shrug and a hurried, "I don’t know!" before a group of those… things charged at them, eyes wild.

Y/N's gaze darted between the two of them. She knew they were just as overwhelmed, just as terrified. Her mind raced. There was no time for hesitation. She scanned the room quickly, her eyes landing on something—an exit.

Without a word, she grabbed both of them by the arms and began pulling them toward the window. Cheong-San, understanding immediately, nudged On-Jo ahead and helped her climb through first. Y/N stayed close, pushing through frantic classmates who tried to shove their way out.

The chaos around them was maddening. More students—turned—lunged at them, and Cheong-San fought them off with quick, forceful kicks, protecting the others as they made their way toward freedom.

Finally, it was just the two of them left.

Cheong-San looked toward Y/N, determination in his eyes. Without waiting for her to protest, he swiftly lifted her, wrapping his arms around her thighs and hoisting her up, sending her through the window. She scrambled down, landing lightly on her feet.

Moments passed, but Cheong-San hadn’t followed. Her eyes snapped up, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw a student charging toward the window—a thing, its gaze locked on them.

"Cheong-San! Get over here, now!" Y/N screamed up, her voice desperate.

On-Jo was tugging at her arm, panic rising. "We need to go, Y/N/N!" she urged, but Y/N stubbornly shook her head, refusing to leave without him.

Just then, Cheong-San’s head appeared through the window, and Y/N pulled him out with everything she had. No sooner had they hit the ground, however, their escape routes were blocked by more of the frenzied students.

Without wasting another moment, Cheong-San grabbed both of them by the arms and pulled them toward the nearest staircase. On-Jo lagged behind, but Y/N gritted her teeth and tugged her forward, refusing to let her fall behind. They had no choice but to keep moving.

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After a series of near-death experiences and a frantic dash through obstacles Y/N never imagined herself facing, they finally made it to the relative safety of a classroom. A few other students had already found their way there, including On-Jo’s best friend. Once again, Y/N was forced to watch as the two girls shared a bond that only best friends could truly understand—something she couldn’t quite relate to.

Her attention drifted away from their conversation, her fingers absently playing with the hem of her skirt as she pulled the light pink hood of her zip-up over her head, just reaching her H/C hair.

For a moment, the room fell into a heavy silence, everyone processing what had just happened. Y/N's gaze shifted back toward On-Jo and I-Sak, but her thoughts were interrupted by a shadow looming over her.

Her eyes slowly turned upward, meeting Cheong-San’s unreadable expression. “Keep staring, and you’ll burn a hole through her head,” he said casually, and Y/N's cheeks flushed a soft pink. She’d never been caught before, and she didn’t handle it well.

"Hey, mind your own business," she muttered, crossing her arms and glaring out the window, trying to ignore the rising heat in her face. She had perched herself on a desk, with Cheong-San standing right in front of her. The height difference made it impossible for her not to be acutely aware of just how close he was, especially as he stood between her legs.

Noticing her shift in posture, Cheong-San awkwardly stepped back, his eyes glancing down for a brief moment before he hesitantly placed a hand on her upper arm. Y/N's gaze flickered from his hand to his eyes, and she froze. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft.

Y/N blinked in surprise. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked her that. The simple question left her stunned, and for a moment, she couldn’t find her voice. But Cheong-San didn’t seem bothered by her silence, continuing, “It was really smart thinking of you out there. The window and all.”

A light breath escaped her, almost like a laugh or a sigh of relief. Someone noticed her. The pink flush on her cheeks deepened to a bright red as she looked up at him, her lips pulling into a genuine smile.

For Cheong-San, it felt like the world slowed down as their eyes locked. Something in her gaze shifted—there was a spark in her eyes that caught him off guard, and he wasn’t sure how to respond. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he turned and walked back toward his friends, who immediately began teasing him, patting him on the back.

Y/N's gaze dropped to her deep purple Converse shoes, her legs swinging back and forth as she lost herself in thought.

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

a/n: hope you all loved this as much as i do! please like and comment if you want another part :)

[ateezscupid]

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Groups, people, characters, etc. I'll write for.

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[ATEEZ] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 seonghwa, hongjoong, yunho, yeosang, san, mingi, wooyoung, jongho

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[Maze Runner] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 thomas, minho, newt, gally, brenda, vince, aris

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[All of Us Are Dead] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 cheongsan, su-hyeok, gwi-nam, gyeong-su, wu-jin, jae-ik, min-jae

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[Sweet Home] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 hyun-soo, eunhyuk, sang-wook, yi-kyeong, su-ung, jae-heon, chan-young, in-hwan, yeong-hoo

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[Alice in Borderland] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 arisu, chishiya, karube, usagi, aguni, samura, niragi, kano

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[Bloodhounds] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 woo-jin, geon-woo

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[Avatar] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 jake sully, neytiri, neteyam, tonowari, quaritch

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[OTHER] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 other k-pop groups, k-dramas, etc.

beige dividers by @issysh3ll.

[creepycombo]

The fact Namra cried after Gyeong su turned honestly says so much about Gyeong su as a character and drives home how much he truly meant to the group.

For someone as cold and introverted as Namra to cry for a dude she likely only knew inside of school and likely never hung out with, effecting her enough to get emotional and angry whilst she confronted Nayeon shows how important he was to everyone.

It really sets the tone for the hardships that the entire group is going to face and how much worse it'll be without him there to boost their morale.

It makes me theorise that he might've been one of the few people in that class who didn't treat Namra like an outcast.

Or at least shot down comments made about her because he knows what it's like to be bullied.

It meant a lot to her, as she never really experienced any kindness from anyone before the outbreak...

Seeing a person who showed her just that little bit of consideration suffering so much in his final moments genuinely hurt her deeply...

[quinntillion]

“Olive Hue.”

┃ Jang Wujin x Reader

⌜PG-13⌟

SFW WARNINGS: No zombie au, characters are 19+ and in uni, alcohol mentioned, readers gender/pronouns are never specified (gender neutral reader) swearing (does ‘ass’ count? probably not).

NSFW WARNINGS: None.

↳ Author Notes: Help, I can’t get APT by Rosé and Bruno Mars out of my head. 😧

The party was in full swing, with music so loud you could hear it through the door. Idiots. They were going to get this party shut down, but I guess that’s a future problem.

You and your boyfriend, Jang Wujin, get greeted by a mutual friend, Daesu, shortly after knocking on his door.

“Ayeee! [Name] and Wujin are here!”

Drinks were soon in hand, and you and Wujin were socializing with friends which lead to a couple of rounds of APT, which you’ve found out you’re really good at, barely drinking at all.

Wujin on the other hand… not so much. After cockily challenging his friends to drink more. “Oh come on man! You call that a drink?! Weak ass!” He teased his friend, Suhyeok, he started fumbling, causing him to drink more, becoming more delirious.

His laugh was infectious, basically all you could hear over the loud music of the party. God you were so in love with him, he practically took up all of your waking thoughts. It was kind of pathetic honestly.

The seat sunk beside you, but you didn’t have to look, you knew it was Wujin. His cheeks were flushed, eyes were slightly glazed. He leaned in closer to you, the smell of cheep alcohol filling your nose. His head landed on your shoulder with a thump. Despite the noise and chaos around you both, that moment felt intimate and perfect.

“[Name]?” He murmured, voice slurred.

“Hm?” You hummed back in response, your hand absentmindedly playing with his hair lazily, the other bringing a red solo cup to your lips.

“Olive hue…”

What?

“What?” Snoring. No way this dude fell asleep. What the hell did ‘Olive hue’ mean?

You sigh, shaking your head. Whatever, you’ll ask him tomorrow. Even if you couldn’t shake the two simple words from your head. Saying it over and over in your head.

“Olive hue.”

“Olive hue.”

“Olive hu- oh.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too… dummy.”

↳ 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

@curlyhairkk @paulilvsremus

[riotinyellow]

every single korean zombie show will have a scene of a zombie mob breaking a glass door, and I'll eat it up every time

[k1mbe3rly]

do u write for joon-yeong from aouad aswell ,,, headcannons for him if yes, hes my #1 shayla (,,> ᴗ <,,)

Joon yeong SFW and NSFW Head cannons

warnings: smut

SFW

- He doesn’t know how he bagged such a baddie of babe, he was absolutely shocked when he found out you liked him and started acting nonchalant about it

- He’s so clingy once he’s comfortable with you, and he wants your attentions so much

- During the apocalypse he would be a bit selfish about you, and would at least keep a hand on you to make sure he knows your there

-He's a total romantic and will often surprise you with small gestures of affection like leaving love notes or buying you little gift

- He loves to spoil you and often go out of his way to make you feel special and important

-He's incredibly loyal and would probably ignore girls when they talk to him, he would also block anyone for you

- He loves to make you laugh and sometimes tries to make jokes but there unfunny ..

- He’s VERY honest, sometimes when you ask for opinions on something it makes you mad

- He’s very patient with you and tries to show you different ways of doing things you don’t know and sometimes gets frustrated but than remembers your his “little baby”

NSFW

- Since you are his first time he has no IDEA what to do, obviously he watches porn but not for pleasure but to see what to do

- His hands go everywhere, your tits, your neck, your tummy, your thighs and pussy

- Who not gonna lie struggles to find your hole (it just seems so like himmm)

- The moment he pushes in he’s absolutely hypnotized by the warmest of your cunt and the way your already wrapping around him

- He goes gentle at first to get you used to it or any time that you need but the moment your ready for something more faster he’s all in

- Who doesn’t hold back and begin fucking the actual shit out of you, the way you squirm at this unexpected side of him and the way your juices spill all over his cock makes him desperate for more

- a very good pussy eater

- If hes a sub he gets VERYYY vocal, he moans and whines and whimpers so loud that you have to stop everything

- He just can’t stay quiet as you ride him, he loves seeing your hips move

“A-agh~!! oh my god it feels so good!!~ ngghhh~!!!” he moans out loudly as his eyes rolled back

- Who sometimes fucks up against you when you tease him, he’s panting as he grips onto your hips keeping you still as he thrust up into your sensitive spot

- After sex he becomes very clingy, when you try to get up to shower or something he either goes with you or makes you stay with him for a bit

[soleurs]

▎  MAGIC SHOP,  ft. choi namra

pairing, gn! reader.. magic realism. genre, fluff. setting, non-apocalyptic. warning, adie spiraling just from one photo.. note, this can be read as a standalone or part two to this! @kimsohn​ and anon, this is for you ♥️

“you should be heading home soon.” namra comments, the subtle scent of disappointment dabbed on her words.

you hum; a sound of agreement. but with the way your fingers continue to thread themselves between her silky tresses, you’re not keen on the idea. besides, your house doesn’t provide the solace that namra offers.

she tilts her head up, seeking your reaction. you don’t skip a beat and offer, “ten more minutes, okay?”

“nothing more, nothing less?”

“it sounds like you want me to stay.” her nose scrunches, only to relax once you boop it. “i’m kidding, nana. i’d never intrude on your thoughts without your permission.”

and it’s true. when it comes to the angel whose head is cradled on your chest, legs tangled beneath the blanket that suhyeok’s partner had crocheted for namra’s birthday, her inner voice has never stood at the forefront of your mind. not for lack of trying, but as a symbol of trust.

there’s a new song playing on her laptop; its soft melody filling the room. it’s a piano cover, yet you still recognize the title and artist.

how could you not? after discovering bts was namra’s favorite artist, you listened to their songs over and over again until you swear you could sing the tracks in your sleep.

the chorus plays, yet it’s not her humming that joins along. instead, she shuffles up to rest her head next to yours and lay a question over the soothing melody. “if i did want you to stay a little longer, would you do it?”

it doesn’t require much thought. still, you take your time by rolling onto your side to face her properly. with one hand caressing her cheek, you kiss her forehead. there’s barely inches left between the two of you as you whisper, “for you, nana, i’d stay forever.”

content with your answer, she shifts closer to you and closes her eyes. you tap her side, giddy when she settles your arm around her waist. once again, your fingers dance along her back, mindlessly gliding across the ivory cotton.

and though you don’t mean to, not this quickly, you end up falling asleep. hopefully ms. choi doesn’t mind you staying for the night.

(she doesn’t, really—not after she accidentally walks in on your sleeping figures and catches the smile on her daughter’s face while she dreams of good things. the middle-aged woman knows you’re the reason behind it and frankly speaking, she too hopes the two of you will always be together.)

© SOLEURS — 2023.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Gwi-nam (2/4)

Word Count: 3.6k

R went flying into a table, barely pushing the monster away from her face. She had never known pure terror until now, and time seemed to slow as she took in the gruesome appearance of the non-human. 

Her ponytail was in disarray and a clump was missing, a massive clump of bald by her ear. One of her eyes couldn’t even open. Her functioning eye was wide and unblinking, and the student kept pushing, clawing, and snapping her teeth. A deep stain of blood surrounded her mouth, and blood-filled drool went flying onto R’s shirt. Uniform torn and two fingers missing, the student was overall an abomination.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as students fell and turned into the same monsters. Water was spraying from the ceiling. Another monster climbed onto the metal table, clambering toward R. Heart beating fast, R shut her eyes and attempted to come to terms with her imminent death.

The monster was suddenly wrenched away, and R’s eyes shot open, recognizing Gwi-nam. He tugged her wrist harshly, and the other zombie went flying past where R was once stuck. R hardly thought as Gwi-nam pulled her in a different direction. R had black dots floating in her eyes and her body felt unlike her own. Gwi-nam narrowly dodged a monster, which leaped past and landed on another student. R reached toward the helpless student, but Gwi-nam had other plans, jumping on a table to avoid a rapidly avoiding line of monsters streaming toward them. R followed thoughtlessly but still reached toward that helpless student in horror.  

It was only when Gwi-nam released her wrist that R became extremely focused on her survival. 

Gwi-nam suddenly slipped on the floor, and a student tackled him. He barely avoided the snapping bites with the use of a tray. As R grabbed the monster’s collar, Gwi-nam grabbed a fork and stabbed it into her neck, blood spraying his face. The girl went flying off, and R pulled Gwi-nam to his feet, just in time to avoid a crawling monster.

Gwi-nam shoved R to the side, kicking a monster in the stomach and sending it flying back into another. “Come on!” he shouted shakily, jumping onto a table and jumping to the next. R followed suit. She saw as Gwi-nam slid under the hanging metal fence into the kitchen.

She jumped to the final table, but her toe caught onto the lip of the table and she crashed into the surface top. A hand grabbed at her wrist, but R kicked free of the monster’s grasp, pushing herself to the floor. Gwi-nam wore a grim expression, reaching under for her.

R scrambled desperately, grasping the hand, adrenaline running through her veins. Gwi-nam pulled her arm so harshly it popped, but she slid under with ease, the hoard that had developed behind her stopped by the fence.

R panted. She was frozen, watching in horror at the monsters. Zombies. 

“Move!”

R pushed her feet back and slid into a metal table leg, her shoulders vibrating from the impact. Eyes wide, she watched as a zombie grasped at Gwi-nam. He had stood up when she wasn’t watching and threw the zombie behind him.

R glances behind her as Gwi-nam fights off another zombie, realizing that she could hide under the table. She clambered under, watching Gwi-nam. Once he separated from the creature, she whispered,“ Under here!”

Gwi-nam climbed down, grasping at R. R noticed a girl sliding under. “Come he —!“ R began, only to be shoved out. Gwi-nam crawled to the next metal table, R following suit. R glanced to see the girl following. As they approached the metal table, a boy was already under it. Gwi-nam forced R under, despite the boy’s complaints about there not being room. Gwi-nam crawled behind, his legs swinging around and his arms grasping the boy’s hair to push him out.

R tried to defuse, but then the girl came into the mix. She desperately tried to crawl under, and R grabbed her hands. Gwi-nam’s fist suddenly swerved at the girl’s face, and the sudden movement made R let go of the student’s hand. R shrieked as Gwi-nam added another kick, sending the girl flying into another table. A zombie grabbed and feasted on her. The girl’s screams swiftly died out as the fleshy, bloody chunks flew.

R reached out instinctually, but Gwi-nam wrapped one arm around her shoulders and one around her mouth. R struggled slightly, her brain hardly registering what her student had done.

R was panting, and the other student under the table seemed to accept what Gwi-nam had done. While a few zombies roamed the kitchen, R tried to catch her breath, completely dissociated. It was the cacophony of zombie groans that brought her back to reality. 

“We have to do something,” the student hissed.

Gwi-nam’s cat-like gaze peeled around the room. R grasped at his hand, peeling it from her mouth. Gwi-nam nodded toward a sharp knife on the countertop.

“Okay. Go get it.”

“No,” he argued.

“You little…” Gwi-nam’s hands swung past R, grasping the boy’s head and pushing him out toward the knife. R squealed silently, grabbing at Gwi-nam’s arms to stop him, but it was useless. “Go get it.”

The student spilled out onto the floor, but immediately turned to clambor back in. R crawled to the other side of the metal table, terrified to be the next sacrifice. She flattened herself against the table side, watching as Gwi-nam kicked at the boy’s hand, causing him to shout in pain. 

“Move! Stop that,” Gwi-nam exclaimed. The boy was suddenly dragged out by a zombie, Gwi-nam being pulled out with him. Gwi-nam kicked free, standing. R cradled her head in her hands, trying to drown out the sounds of death and murder.

Gwi-nam became alert, noticing a zombie that swung at him. He dodged, sliding right back under the table out into the other corridor. When the zombie came crawling at R, she pushed herself out onto the wet floor and squealed. Gwi-nam picked up a separate table, shoving the table at the zombie and preventing her from biting them. R was horrified.

Another zombie arose with a prominent limp, heading straight for them. Gwi-nam was whimpering loudly and R couldn’t blame him for that. R rushed into the corner and when Gwi-nam circled it, she pushed it into the zombie. She grabbed a pan and sent it flying at another that was approaching. And then another pan.

“Hey,” came the quiet voice of a chef hiding under a rack. “Come here.”

R watched as Gwi-nam crouched down and grabbed her hand. One of the zombies dashed at R. Gwi-nam suddenly pulled the chef to her feet, shoving her in front of R as a human shield. R screamed as the woman’s blood sprayed everywhere. Gwinam threw the woman and zombie at the wall, grabbing R’s hand and forcing her to run from the scene.

The sacrificed student had turned and scrambled to its feet, dashing at them. She crouched down suddenly, sending the zombie tripping past them. Another flew at Gwi-nam, but he jumped onto the counter, trying to avoid the grubby undead hands.

Gwi-nam had managed to snatch up a sharp blade, stabbing one zombie right in the head. Another pounced at him, pushing him against the countertop as he struggled. R realized that, with all the zombies behind her, she had a shot to escape — and without Gwi-nam, who had gone full psycho against his species.

R pushed a table toward the window but was suddenly knocked sideways by Gwi-nam’s zombie collapsing onto her. The monster seemed to be dead, but she was quick to rise regardless and continued pushing the table.

Behind her, Gwi-nam realized he had killed the zombie and was suddenly installed with hope. Another came running at him and shouted, slamming the zombie to the ground and stabbing its head repeatedly.

R scrambled onto the countertop and broke the pane of glass with her elbow. Glass cut into it harshly, but she didn’t care. R heaved herself out and collapsed on the dirt path. She rose, only to recognize a small group of zombies not too far out — and looking in the other direction, there were a few there, too.

Snarls broke out, but Gwi-nam appeared next to her, soaked in blood and clasping tightly onto his knife. “Shit,” he muttered, and yet there was an amused and excited undertone that shook R to her core.

They shot across the courtyard, a trail of twitching, deceased zombies behind them from Gwi-nam. Although horrified by the man, R was just glad her ruthless sacrifice was seemingly delayed. She noticed a crevice between a building and a bush wall, dashing toward it. She slid into the crevice, fitting easily enough, and started skimming the wall.

When Gwi-nam crawled in, he stabbed one last zombie in the head, and that seemed to be the last of them. R located a somewhat comfortable distance in which she could plop herself down and rest her back against the wall. Gwi-nam did the same, although his pants were far louder than hers.

Tears pooled in R’s eyes as she scanned her appearance. Her skin was wet from a mix of water, sweat, and blood. Her elbow was bloody and there were some cuts across her torso from sliding over the glass. Tears littered her clothes, and the tattoo sleeves she once heavily relied on were long gone. She tasted a hint of iron in her mouth and almost retched from disgust.

At the very least, her brown wig was hanging on by a thread — not that it would matter anymore. She clipped herself free and dropped it on the ground.

All R could think about was what the hell she had just lived through. A zombie apocalypse. 

She tensed as Gwi-nam's head weight suddenly rested against hers. She fearfully glanced at the man, recognizing the knife in his grasp and how his entire outfit was soaked through with blood. And yet, his expression was peaceful and relaxed as he let out a sigh.

R couldn’t help but gulp, recognizing that, even when unnecessary, Gwi-nam had committed murder. He killed his peers without a blink of an eye for his hide. R was unsure when it would be her turn and why it hadn’t been yet.

He knew she had to separate from him somehow. Although he was the reason she was alive, R knew that it couldn’t be long before he was the reason she wasn’t.

“You’re so tense,” Gwi-nam complained softly.

“It’s hard not to be… You — you…”

Gwi-nam’s head lifted back up, and he shot her a cocky smirk. “Is it so hard to say thank you?”

Tears clouded her vision and she sharply scooted away, fingers digging into the dirt ground. “Thank you? For what? Do you feel no remorse for what you did?”

“You’re so dramatic. I was just trying to survive.”

“You’re telling me kicking that girl into a zombie was for survival?” R croaked. 

“Yes. There was no room, idiot.”

“And you tossed that boy out instead of negotiating, sending me out, or causing some distraction?”

“It was the easiest solution.”

“And that chef that tried to save you — you decided to kill her in cold blood?”

“You would have been bitten.”

R’s head was panicking and she scooted away again, causing Gwi-nam to become alert and suspicious as he leaned forward. Tears tumbled down her cheeks as she realized that he was not lying. He had killed and did not feel any remorse. He seemed amused by the accusations.

“You don’t even feel bad for it?”

“No.”

R’s heart froze and all care she had felt for her pupil vanished in an instant. No matter how traumatic a background Gwi-nam had, it could not excuse utter psychopathy. R had only met one other person who was so eager to end lives — or, at least, made it so apparent.

“When’s my turn, Gwi-nam?”

Gwi-nam’s small smirk dissolved in an instant and he sent a glare. “Eh? What are you talking about?”

“It’s only a matter of time before you kill me like everyone else.”

He seemed almost hurt by the accusation, getting on one knee to crawl forward. “You think I want to kill you?”

“When it suits you.”

Gwi-nam’s weight was but a few inches away, and with bleary eyes, R scooted further. Gwi-nam’s expression betrayed his disappointment, but he launched himself from his knees to close the distance. R shrieked as her body collided with the dirt. Gwi-nam’s hands immediately went for her wrists, pinning the woman to the ground as she wriggled desperately.

“What’s wrong with you?” Gwi-nam shouted, squeezing her wrists so tightly that R let out a yelp.

Panic overwhelmed R. The looming figure, the dead weight, and the pain were enough to set her off. Her puffs of air turned into pants that turned into desperate heaving. R had lost all sense, focusing only on the captured position she was in — and how reminiscent it once was.

“R.”

“Get — How can you be so…” Black dots scattered across her vision and it was as though she was suffocating herself. With one final deep breath, she sobbed,“ You’re just like him…” 

R had passed out beneath Gwi-nam. He blinked in surprise, and despite his best attempts his sadness could not convert to anger. He stayed there, frozen, for quite some time. Gwi-nam was so hurt by her words that he hardly noticed the wet droplets that fell onto R’s eyelids.

He finally withdrew, scooting into a seated position. His body was trembling. Although he thought he would never admit it, R quickly became his rock and salvation throughout the year. How could he ever…

Gwi-nam pulled R up against him, petting her hair. The sadness dissolved into relief as he ran his fingers through the woman’s hair. His heart beat quickly from the sensation before he burrowed his face into the crook of her neck. Even bruised and bloody, Gwi-nam thought she was an angel.

~~~

R’s eyes fluttered open, onlyto gasp and push herself up against the wall fearfully. Gwi-nam was crouched in front of her, eyes boring into her face as he fiddled with the knife. He tilted his head before rising.

Only then did R register that it was pitch black outside. She scrambled to her feet and followed Gwi-nam, despite how tempting it was to try the other direction just to escape the psychopath. Not even a second after that thought occurred Gwi-nam grabbed her wrist tightly, solidifying her decision.

R gulped as they approached the edge of the building. Gwi-nam halted, peering out. He was silent until he mumbled,“ Fuck, that’s perfect. We’ll get away on that bike.”

She had no choice but to follow along as Gwi-nam emerged, being yanked along with him. R felt somewhat relieved at his use of ‘we,’ yet that relief disappeared as soon as she witnessed the spread of zombies.

They took off into a run, and R had to immediately shove a zombie past, narrowly escaping its grubby grasp. Gwi-nam sent another away but ended up losing his footing and scrambling further down the ramp. 

R made it to the bike first, and without a second thought, jumped on it.

“Oy!” Gwi-nam shouted angrily. “What the fuck are you doing?”

R felt a rush of joy as she began to peddle, but it was quickly cut short as she recognized the bike was fucked. Gwi-nam even managed to catch up to her instantly after she rolled down the hill, and R abandoned the bike, kicking it in his direction.

Gwi-nam jumped over it, but it managed to trip up some zombies. During his leap, the knife slid out of his hands and skidded on the ground next to R. She snatched it up instantly and kept booking it. R had never run so fast in her life as suddenly veered up the steps and away from a zombie.

She skidded across the main entrance floor, immediately noticing the hoard to her left. She also saw it to her right and knew the only way would be in the principal’s office. Gwi-nam bumped into her and sent her flying into the wall. He opened the office door as the zombies closed in on them, but just as R thought she was done for, Gwi-nam snatched her wrist and violently tugged her into the room, slamming the door behind them.

However, the escape was not yet secured. R noticed three other zombies in the room, and when one rushed at Gwi-nam and tackled him to the wall, she stabbed the zombie in the throat. This allowed Gwi-nam to push it away, sending it into a second zombie.

R stabbed the other zombie while Gwi-nam lifted the final one from the ground angrily, slamming it into the wall. He broke a glass of water on the desk and used the glass to stab the zombie in the throat repeatedly.

When R realized that they were safe and Gwi-nam dropped the zombie to the floor, R began shaking in her boots. Gwi-nam turned, eyeing her shaking form up and down coldly. R pointed the knife at him with two hands, pressing herself against the bookshelf. A few books fell from the impact, but her eyes remained glued to his slow, approaching form.

“What’s all this about?” Gwi-nam sneered, glaring at the woman.

“I don’t want to die,” R sobbed. “You killed so many people for no reason or to help yourself. I’m not going to be next.”

“Eh?” His lips pouted and he reacted as though she had told a joke. “You think I’m going to kill you?” He let out a haughty laugh, pausing a few feet away. “After me saving you, you think I want you dead?”

“You’re just saving me for an emergency,” R proclaimed with gritted teeth, waving the knife at him. “There’s no reason for you to spare me. I’m not dumb. If anything, you dislike me since I’m in charge and I have control over you as a student. You hate not having authority.”

A grim expression washed over Gwi-nam. He paced toward her quickly, and before R could even react, Gwi-nam stole the knife away, grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the wall. Gwi-nam’s hot breath breathed into her eyes, and she squinted them shut, her lips trembling. Although what R said was true, she knew it pissed him off to hear it.

“That’s what you think. But that is only because you don’t know who I am.” R dared to open her eyes, frightened by the intense and… crazed glint Gwi-nam had pooling in his dark eyes. “Do you know who I am?”

“I don’t care who your father is,” R stuttered.

He huffed in amusement. “It’s much worse than that.” His tongue suddenly rolled over her cheek, leaving a sticky texture. R grimaced, and tears once again pricked at her eyes, despite the severe hydration. “I’m your stalker.”

R’s eyes widened drastically and she suddenly started struggling in his grasp. She released loud puffs of air, kicking at his shins and trying desperately not to focus on the immense pain her body was in. 

“H - help,” she whispered desperately, staring at the ceiling above her.

“Now do you understand?” Gwi-nam hissed. “I like you. And I have all the authority over you. I’m all you think about. I’m all you dream about. And now, I’m all you have and will ever have again.”

“N - no, please! Why me? There’s no reason —“

“I can think of plenty of reasons why. Now, listen to me and set your ass in a chair.”

R gulped as Gwi-nam released her. If the world wasn’t already ending, to begin with, it had now. She was in hell. She thought she had never felt more scared than she did when escaping the living dead. But now, it ate away at her, carving out her insides. She had no idea what she had done to deserve such a cruel fate.

R shuffled over to a chair and curled into a ball, knees to her chest and arms around her knees. She buried her head, her tangled, colorful hair wrapping around her. She focused intently on Gwi-nam’s footsteps. He seemingly paced the room until the footsteps stopped in front of her. R glanced up momentarily, and her eyes widened as she noticed the small, red box in his hands.

“What do you think you’re doing? Give me your leg.”

He sat on the table and R timidly did so. She wiped away her tears, warily watching his every move. His eyes were scrunched with focus as he put a few bandaids over her minor cuts before moving to her torso. 

“Lift your shirt.”

R gulped, eyeing the knife on his lap. Gwi-nam shot her a menacing glare and she complied, lifting only to her chest. Gwi-nam’s breath shuddered as he eyed her torso. His cold, dry fingers traced over one of her tattoos. He gulped, and R felt disgusted by his touch.

A thought briefly crossed her mind: what if he had touched her before? And what if he was planning to go further?

Finally, he removed a few bandaids and cleaned the wounds. The time could not have gone slower before she was allowed to lower her shirt. Then it was her arms and Gwi-nam even used a cloth with rubbing alcohol to clean off the blood on her skin.

“Now, why don’t you try and sleep it off?”

[sunnysana]

Request are open btw!

[gyaruhana]

ANNOUNCEMENT

So I haven't really been posting much and I'm so sorry about that !! I've just been busy with school work and it's my birthday in 4 days so I've also been making plans with my friends and family.

I'm currently working on the hate fucking part 2 fic and I'll try to get it done as soon as possible so you guys can have better content then just headcannons..

On another note, I did update my masterlist to officially add Strangers From Hell and AOUAD to the list !! If i get requests for other shows then I'll also add it to the masterlist :3

Okay that's all thank you !

Side Note: I started watching True Beauty (i'm on ep.10) and it's actually so fire?? Why is there like NO fanfics for the show.. My king Seo-jun deserves some love oml !! Really didn't expect to like it since it's love triangle romance type show and I usually go for thrillers but I highkey adore this show. (might have to write for true beauty now too..)