#aouad kdrama

[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]

[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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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 ?

[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.

~~~

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.

[iheartcake123]

Hii, i like your Gwi Nam postsss, i have a request, can you do a "Gwi Nam x Reader" Where Gwi nam was already a Hambie and he is crying and sad because he can't find y/n around and once he found y/n he hugged her immediately and crying because he misses her, like they were close friends when the zombie apocolypse was still not spreading but because of he was a bully, y/n didn't wanna be friends with him anymore but Gwi nam changed and apologized to y/n, he tried his best to get along with Cheong san and the others and also confessed to y/n and accepted it?

Here is your request <33 i didn’t know how to end is so sorry about the abrupt ending💀

☁️missed you-yoon gwi-nam☁️

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gwi-nam had searched the whole school, yet he just couldn’t find you. the fact that he hadn’t seen you as a zombie gave him some hope but his hope was running thin.

tears brimmed his eyes as he thought about you, the last time you both spoke was when you decided not to be friends with him anymore. when you found out he was a bully, you instantly cut him off. you didn’t want to be friends with someone who hurt people.

gwi-nam missed you like crazy. when he became a hambie, it was an eye opener for him. he’d been given a second chance to change and it would start by making things right with you.

“where are you” gwi-nam whispered under his breath holding back tears as he was unsuccessful in finding you yet again.

it had been days since he’d last even seen a human being. with a sigh, he decided to try once more. he couldn’t give up easily. gwi-nam dragged his feet up some more stairs and headed down the hallway, he entered the first classroom on the left which was the music room. as his eyes scanned the room all he could see was zombies.

with a sigh be turned on his heel to leave but he then noticed a familiar smell. it smelt like you. your perfume was very distinct as it was very floral and sweet. a glint of happiness filled gwi-nam as he then went to look around the room, maybe you were hiding behind a desk?

after searching, he still couldn’t find you.

and that’s when he heard it.

your voice.

it was extremely quiet but with his new hambie senses, he could just about here you.

you were talking to yourself. about a plan to get to the roof.

“if i wait for the coast to be clear, i could maybe slip past the zombies when they aren’t looking” you were muttering to yourself.

gwi-nam let out grin as he then approached small closet that was in the music room.

he knocked on the door gently, loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough to bring attention to the zombies in the room.

when you heard the knock, you instantly froze. had zombies figured out how to knock?

with a gulp, you pressed your ear to the door to see if you could hear anything. silence. and then you heard it.

gwi-nam’ voice.

never in a million years did you think you’d be excited and happy to hear his voice again. but, what was he doing standing there and leaving himself a target for zombies?

“y/n is that you?” his voice was soft.

you quickly unlocked the door and pulled gwi-nam in before locking the door again.

“you’re an idiot you know that? standing there like bait, the zombies could’ve gotten to you. seriously, how childish-” you began to scold him but immediately stopped speaking once you felt gwi-nam envelope you in a hug.

he was surprisingly warm and you found yourself returning the hug.

“i missed you so much” he whispered into the hug and you sighed slightly ��im glad you’re safe y/n”

“im glad you’re safe too” you hummed before pulling away from the hug, when you finally looked at him you gasped slightly.

gwi-nam was missing an eye.

“w-what happened to you?” your brought your hand up to cup his cheek.

you couldn’t help but be nurturing towards gwi-nam. even though you stopped being his friend, you were once really close to him. you couldn’t stop yourself from caring.

“it’s a long story..y/n im so sorry for everything. im sorry for being a fucking bully and im sorry for being a bad person. i should’ve realised earlier but i regret everything, im sorry that my actions broke our friendship off. i care about you so much. please forgive me” gwi-nam took a hold of your hand that you had on his cheek.

you looked at gwi-nam’ facial expression and it broke you. he had tears in his eyes and he was definitely being genuine. you nodded your head, you were more than willing to forgive him. you now also had tears in your eyes and gwi-nam wrapped his arms around you again.

“thank you” he said into the hug and you tightened the hug.

after pulling away, you let out a small smile before rubbing his cheek.

“now tell me, what happened to your eye?” you questioned him and gwi-nam explained it all.

how he killed the principal and how he and cheong-san had gotten into a fight, how he was now a hambie and how he regretted it.

although it shocked you, you knew he trying to better and you could tell how much he regretted all of his actions. you thought about it before telling gwi-nam your plan. which was you were trying to get back to your friends including cheong-san who were now on the roof.

in an instant gwi-nam agreed to help you get to the roof so you both planned how to get to the roof.

you then soon found yourself knocking on the roof door. gwi-nam was fighting the zombies off while you desperately knocked to be let through to the roof.

“guys! it’s me, please open the door!” you yelled through the door and eventually it was opened.

you hastily called out to gwi-nam and you both quickly went through the door before slamming it shut. adrenaline pumped through you as you caught your breath, when you looked up you saw all of your friends stood watching you and gwi-nam.

“y/n why have you brought this asshole with you!?” cheong-san picked up a large piece of wood and held it up like he was ready to his gwi-nam.

you understood why but gwi-nam was going to be better so you instinctively put yourself infront of gwi-nam.

“look, i know you guys aren’t the best of friends but-” you began.

“not the best of friends? this asshole tried to kill me!” cheong-san yelled and you sighed.

“i know…but, i’ve spoken with him and he’s trying to be better. he asked for my forgiveness and i gave it to him. im not asking you to forgive him or to be friends with him..just give him a chance to prove himself” you said your part.

it took a while but eventually your friends agreed to give gwi-nam a chance. the only condition, was that you had to stay with gwi-nam no matter what to keep an eye on him.

you were more than happy to do so, you were just grateful your friends were even giving him a chance.

all of you were waiting for the army to hopefully arrive. you needed saving. a fire was burning in the middle of the roof and you all sat around it in a circle. cheong-san to the left of you and gwi-nam to your right.

“so what’s the plan if the army don’t arrive?” gwi-nam spoke up and cheong-san kissed his teeth in annoyance.

“we haven’t thought of that yet” you answered gwi-nam since no one else would.

“we should all start thinking about that, we can’t trust that they’ll come”

“i know, but we’re all trying to have some hope” you patted his leg.

“maybe it’s time to just breifly start thinking about it though”

“don’t tell us what to do! you just want to get us killed! you’re just the bullies gopher so know your place” cheong-san spat at gwi-nam while staring daggers into gwi-nam.

you paused as you noticed gwi-nam’ jaw clench and his fist roll up into ball.

god, this couldn’t be good.

you looked between the two who were glaring at each other now and gwi-bam for a split second looked at you before taking a deep breath in.

he then stood up and walked away into a corner.

“cheong-san please just give him a chance” you sent your friend a small smile before going to check on gwi-nam.

he was taking some deep breaths in and out while pacing up and down.

“that was really big of you to walk away” you told him and he stopped what he was doing.

“im trying to be better, for you” he looked at you and you nodded.

“i promise you y/n, i will be better. this might sound crazy to you but, y/n i care for you a lot. i didn’t even know it was possible to care this much for someone. i missed you so much and now that im here with you i feel things” gwi-nam was now standing directly in front of you.

your heart began to beat fast.

“i feel things that i’ve never felt for anyone before. y/n i love you and want to be with you. will you be my girlfriend?” gwi-nam finally admitted while placing a hand on your cheek.

you didn’t know what to say. you swallowed hard as gwi-nam rubbed soft circles on your cheek. you then let out the biggest grin while nodding.

“yes. a hundred times yes” you told him.

in an instance, you leaned in and pressed your lips onto gwi-nam’ lips. he kissed you back and brought his other hand to cup your other cheek to deepen the kiss.

you could feel him smile into the kiss as your hands rested on his torso.

after the kiss was over, he rested his forehead onto yours and you both just appreciated each other’s presence.

[soleurs]

▎  1:28 A.M.,  ft. lee suhyeok

pairing, gn! reader.. best friends. genre, fluff. setting, non-apocalyptic. warning, sweet shy babie suhyeok. note, and she lives! this was requested so hey anon, thanks for sending this in ♡

suhyeok isn't sure when you lost interest in the movie. he just knows that you've stopped watching it because of his hand's sudden movements. and unless it has a mind of its own, he's not the one controlling it.

“what are you doing?”

concentrated on your ministrations, you mumble, “i'm comparing the sizes of our hands.”

confused yet unwilling to stop you, suhyeok decides to watch too. but his gaze isn't really zoned on the little nudges you make to align your hands as best as possible. yeah, it's actually on the way you scrunch your nose when you push a little too much.

also, is it too much to say that your tongue poking out slightly between your lips while you focus is cute? he'll ask namra about that tomorrow.

(not sure why he expects her to say anything new. no matter what he asks, her answers are consistent: confess already. at this point, she might just record it to save her voice the trouble.)

the hushed ooh that falls from your lips has suhyeok looking at your hands. judging by his red ears, it's something he quickly comes to regret. not in a bad way, he swears! it's just that..

did you really have to slip your fingers between the gaps of his own hand?

what makes it even worse for the shy boy is that you're holding his hand like lovers do. you know, fingers folded and sat upon his warm skin like an anchor—like you have no plan of letting him it go anytime soon.

despite the chaos that is taking place in him, he decides to do the same and act like it's normal. if you're not freaking out over it, then neither will he.. or so he's trying to convince himself.

he returns his attention to the movie, then sighs after a few minutes. glancing over at you, he asks, “can we change the movie?”

“please do, i've been waiting for you to ask that ever since we got past the first fifteen minutes.” you complain, to which he chuckles and leans over to grab the remote.

realistically, he could have made it easier for himself by taking his hand away from yours since that was the closest.

honestly, suhyeok would rather put a little strain on his muscles than give up one of the very things he frequently dreams about.

(hm, perhaps it's about time he follows namra's advice.)

© SOLEURS — 2023.

[skullpie]

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))

[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

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like or reblog if you save - pls don't repost ♡

[ateezscupid]

⠀⠀⠀𝜗⠀⠀⠀𓈒⠀⠀⠀⚢⠀⠀⠀NAVIGATION/%⠀⠀⠀𓏏𓏏

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.

[intothemultifandom]

Auld Lang Syne || Chapter One

Pairing: Han Gyeong-Su x Reader

Summary: Class 2-2's Vice President: VP.

In which the sensible Vice-President does their best to keep their little band of survivors alive.

Tags/Warnings: reader insert, character death, swearing, canon divergence, pre-relationship, angst + more

Chapter One

Harabeoji lays on the hospital bed, unaware that the world continues without him.

You're his only visitor today. The room is cold, and his heart monitor fills the silence since you won't.

You don't know what to say, where to start.

Do you tell him that he needs to wake up? That since he fell sick, your step-grandmother used his coma as an opportunity to move everyone from your family home (sans yourself) and that her son, your half-uncle and proxy, is already making deals to have the line of succession passed to him instead?

Seoul is too far from Hyosan for you to visit him, to remind him to keep fighting and to keep vigil at his bedside, but they moved his treatment here anyway. Have already brought themselves a sky-line apartment right in the centre.

If you told him that they've left you alone, that they've left you behind, would that be enough to wake him up?

On your lap, you've brought a collection of Western comic books you've been reading to practise your English and since you need to fill the quiet somehow, you pick one out to read:

The Walking Dead, it says.

If Harabeoji finds your pick distasteful, he doesn't say.

(You wish he would).

In a class-room setting, the Vice-President is meant to ensure that there is strong communication between the Class Reps and the President. When the President is absent, it is up to them to act in their stead. To lead the class through ever-changing situations with a clear head and mature outlook.

At times, you enjoy being responsible for such tasks. The position gives you a sense of purpose on days when you feel set adrift, makes you feel more present as you tend to your responsibilities and resolve minor conflicts. Those are the days you feel like an ordinary student, responsible only for the happenings of your class.

Other times however, it's a bitter reminder. Of Harabeoji who's counting on you to do good, of the dynasty you're set to inherit in his name and of the interests you've had to sacrifice in favour of activities more appealing for Universities overseas. Like being Vice-President.

Joon-Yeong insists you should have been Class President when the positions are first announced. It's unfair Nam-Ra gets the position because of her Mother's bribery when you're not only first in class but have given up more to commit to your school's night self-learning programme and your new role.

He says it with an air of indifference as he crosses his arms, but his eyes burn behind his glasses. You think it's because losing the Presidency to a friend will make the loss hurt a little less, and because it would excuse you from not hanging out with him and the others as much as you used to.

You don't point it out to him, though. Joon-Yeong has to come to his own conclusion for things to stick. Instead, you make a show of pointing your finger right at his nose as you order him–and the others watching–to call you "VP" henceforth.

It's not much, but if you show that you're not upset with the position you're given then your friends have no grounds to be angry on your behalf. You just hope that overtime, they'll come around about the Class President you do have in the meantime.

You did in the end, hadn't you?

Speaking of your Class President, Nam-Ra always complains about the music playing on your headphones whenever she slides into her seat next to you, but it doesn't stop her from leaning over your textbook to assess your work.

You respond by turning your volume all the way up so the melody of Auld Lang Syne rattles your ears, mouth curling when she nods begrudgingly at your answers.

There isn't much she'll find to begin with, but it's routine; Nam-ra grumbles about your music in the morning as she looks over your work (way better than her rhythm techno beats, mind you), and you pretend this isn't her odd way of showing her friendship.

Silently, you offer her a piece of Poki from your half-opened bag, your own show of friendship, and she accepts the treat after a long, drawn out moment. Even though she doesn't say anything, you can see her face soften in the corner of your eye, and beyond the obvious, you're glad that she's not actually mad about your song choice for today.

"Wake me up when Ms. Park comes," you say after a moment, falling into your normal position as you cross your arms over your textbook, cushioning your head as you close your eyes. Nam-ra predictably grumbles at your command, but doesn't make a move to disturb you.

And drifting off, you hope that today is another calm day.

It's not.

Hyeon-Ju's bloodied entrance is too shocking for the day to be anything but calm.

Even when she's whisked away by Ms. Park, Su-Hyeok and a few others to the infirmary, the shock gives way to unease and the feeling settles under your skin before you can do anything about it. It makes you itch to do something, anything.

Ms. Park instructs you all to resume studying but hearing what Hyeon-Ju said and seeing her state in general, more than half the class group together to brainstorm what happened between your classmate and Mr. Lee.

Nam-Ra seems to be the only one actually studying and while it looks like you are too, with all your pens laid out and your head tilted down to your book, you're actually listening in on the chatter around you. Pulling out your stationary was just a show of solidarity, if anything.

From what you gather, no one seems to say anything that corroborates your unease or the sense of foreboding that's taken root. Dae-Su's idea is perverse, Wu-Jin is quick to slap him on the back of his head, and I-Sak returns with a troubled face before the others can chime in.

At once, everyone turns their attention towards her, even Nam-Ra, but the weight of someone's stare grows heavy on the side of your face so you turn to other side of the room instead, catching Gyeong-Su's gaze just as he snaps his head back to I-Sak.

You're sure he knows you caught him staring at you because the tips of his ears are pink, and his posture is rigid as he faces the front. If you weren't feeling so agitated, your skin still itching, you'd smile at his embarrassment.

How long will he wait before he confesses?

"–What happened? Is Hyeon-Ju okay?" Wu-Jin chimes. He kneels next to I-Sak when he asks, and you begin tapping your finger on your desk when she speaks, pulled back to the matter at hand.

When you saw Hyeon-Ju last, the poor girl was delirious as she stumbled into the room, eyes fluttering as she tried to stay awake. Her face was bloodied, her hair was matted and when she collapsed by Ms. Parks' feet, she could could barely move.

However, the Hyeon-Ju I-Sak left in the infirmary sounds like a completely different person.

Having to be restrained as she thrashed on the bed. Hissing. Biting.

She scratched Ms. Kim, I-Sak says.

There's a cold sweat running down the back of your neck the more you imagine it, different scenarios flitting through your head in quick succession, but when I-Sak mentions some weird shot Mr. Lee injected her with, the agitation you feel reaches a crescendo.

You stop tapping, deciding that you need to see things yourself.

Nam-Ra glances at you from the corner of her eye, and you hope the look you flash her doesn't belie your nerves.

It turns out though that the Class President must consider you more of a friend than you realised (the kind of friend that you cover for), because her mouth twists like she knows you're up to something but doesn't push.

"I'll find a mop to clean up the mess," you lie, grabbing your bag.

"Hurry back," is Nam-Ra's cool reply.

This is a multi-fic story. 

I intend to post this story on Wattpad and Ao3 shortly. Maybe even Quotev and FF.net, too. 

[victorianera]

Yoo Insoo x Luxury

[creepycombo]

I honestly believe that Daesu was more in love with the idea of Woojin becoming his brother in law that he was with Hari.

He loved his friend so much he wanted them to be actual bros and he just saw Hari as his gateway to that.

[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?”

[iheartcake123]

HIIII!!! I love your writing, It's a masterpiece to me. Anyways! Can I please have a Gwi-Nam x Reader. Where Gwi-Nam likes the reader and he does anything to get her attention before the spread. Then when the virus was lose in the school, the reader still denies the feelings she has for him but he won't let her go. Sorta thing. If you do this I will be very great full. Keep up the good work!!!!

hiii, here’s your request!! <33 again im so sorry it’s took so long😭 there’s a part where they’re in the principals office but for the sake of the fic, the principal isn’t in there💀this will also be split into 2 parts sskdkf and it’s going to be slow burn🤭

☁️feelings-yoon gwi-nam☁️

Part 1

Masterlist

you excitedly giggled with your friends as you all watched the latest kpop music video on your laptop.

“ah they’re all so cute” your friend commented sinking into her seat.

“we need to get tickets to their concert the next time they hold one!” you suggested nudging her arm.

“for sure. you know i think they’re-” you friend began but was cut off by a loud voice.

“aju nice! dadadadadadada. nice!” gwi-nam obnoxiously sang out loud while attempting to do one of the dance moves which caused other people in the classroom to laugh.

you rolled your eyes and shut your laptop in an instant. gwi-nam just always had to ruin everything for you. every single day he’d do anything to get your attention and it never worked.

you would never like him.

at least that’s what you told yourself.

“asshole” you muttered to yourself as you folded your arms and watched him continue to try and make you laugh.

when he finally stopped, you shook your head and turned to your friend again.

“sorry about that, please continue” you sent her a smile and she began to tell you what she was saying earlier.

“yeah i know the ceo personally” gwi-nam raised his voice again as he spoke to his friends while trying to see if you were impressed “he invited me to dinner and wants me to meet some celebrities, i was actually going to ask y/n to come with me to meet him”

you rolled your eyes again. you hated when he would mention you in his conversations like you were close to him. after sighing loudly, you pushed your chair out and stood up.

“let’s go to the cafeteria, it’s too loud in here” you commented loud enough for gwi-nam to hear.

you just wanted him to stop trying so hard.

as you made your way to the cafeteria with your friends, a voice called out your name.

“y/n!” it was loud and you knew who it was in an instant.

gwi-nam.

you didn’t even understand how he had managed to follow you so fast.

of course, you ignored him as you then began to speed walk to the cafeteria.

“hey! y/n, wait up!” he called out again but this time you felt his presence next to you.

“gwi-nam, i really don’t have time for you. i just want to get some lunch” you said not looking at him, determined to get to the cafeteria.

“i’ll join you then” he continued to walk beside you.

with a huff you stopped in your tracks and turned to face gwi-nam.

“i don’t like you so please just leave me alone!” you snapped before increasing your pace even more. you were practically running.

“not going to happen” he grinned cheekily while quickly catching up with you.

you rolled your eyes and gave up on trying to get him to stop following you. it was clear that he wouldn’t give up anytime soon.

as you got your tray of food, gwi-nam followed you on your tail. he copied every single thing you did. when you had a bite from your food, gwi-nam would do the same with his.

many people would say it’s cut that gwi-nam was so infatuated with you. however, this was constant and even though you thought gwi-nam was attractive, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t, that didn’t change the fact you didn’t want to peruse a relationship with him.

he was a bully and you hated that about him. you hated bullies and were not going to get involved with one.

“even the way you eat your food is pretty” gwi-nam commented as he stared at you putting a spoonful of rice in your mouth.

you had to admit his compliments were sweet. but again, he was a bully.

suddenly, you lifted your head up after hearing screams. students were piling in some covered in blood, clearly running away from something.

your heartbeat quickened and before you knew it gwi-nam had grabbed your arm. he was pulling you up to run away.

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you never thought you’d end up in a situation where you were stuck with gwi-nam. yet here you were.

both of you had managed to escape the cafeteria and made your way to try and find a safer place. now you were stuck in the principals office with him.

“we could maybe make it to the roof after they disperse out a little bit but we’d have to move fast” you told him after listening to the sounds of zombies through the door.

“are you crazy? that would put your life at risk. no way. i’ll find a safer way to get out of this place” he argued back “you need to get some sleep”

gwi-nam stepped forward and grabbed your arm to pull you towards the sofa.

with a sigh you reluctantly sat down.

you hadn’t realised it but you were exhausted.

who knew a zombie apocalypse could be so draining?

a yawn escaped your lips and gwi-nam stared as you forced yourself to stay awake. you didn’t feel safe especially since half dead people were on the other side of the door.

“it’s okay, you can sleep” gwi-nam sent you a soft smile and you shook your head.

“im fine” you desperately tried to hold back another yawn but you couldn’t help it.

a chuckle escaped his lips and he looked at you with a raised brow.

“get some sleep” he then moved so you could lay down on the sofa.

you wanted to protest but you were exhausted. you needed to rest.

[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.

[skullpie]

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