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nynma · 3 months ago
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GWI-NAM X CRY BABY!READER
gwi-nam finds reader crying like a pathetic loser in a classroom and realises how much he missed them…
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FEATURING; gwi-nam from all of us are dead
WARNINGS; blood, zombies, crying
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Sitting in the corner of a classroom you hid behind a table placed on its side so it could block your body, hiding you away from the numerous zombies outside the window banging on it, slowly cracking it more each second passes. And as you take in the situation you’re in you feel tears start to form in your eyes, you were scared, terrified even. You didn’t wanna die by being eaten alive, or before making sure your boyfriend was well and alive.
You just hoped that he never found your body if you did turn, you didn’t want him to bear the sight of what you supposed would be your mangled and broken body. You just couldn’t, so you had to survive. But it was getting harder and you were losing hope, in both living and finding your boyfriend. Finally letting your tears fall you start to sob, sobbing in the corner you cover your mouth, scared the zombies would hear you.
Though someone did hear you, but they were only half zombie, and they could recognise your cries from anywhere. *slam!* hearing one of the classroom doors slide open with force you stop your crying, shaking slightly with anxiety. You didn’t know who had just entered the room, it could be a zombie, but with that much force of opening a door you doubt it. “ [name]? ”
Widening your eyes you jump up from behind the table and gasp in surprise, more tears building up in your eyes. “ Gwi-nammm~ ” sobbing out his name you freeze in place as he gently places a hand on you mouth, holding up a finger to his mouth as he quickly grabs you and drops you over his shoulder. Making his way to the closet by the classroom door which is now closed.
Stepping into the closet he puts you down and swiftly locks the door, turning around back to you just to be engulfed in a hug. “Ugh, you’re such a baby” sobbing into his chest you look up at him, biting your shaking lip as your voice shakes. “ I…I thought, you, you d..died! ” Letting out a sigh Gwi-Nan wraps his arms around your waist, rubbing his hands soothingly up and down on the sides of your body.
“ Well I’m here right now aren’t i ” nodding your head slowly still in his chest you sniffle and retract back in repulse, covering your nose with your hand. “ You smell… ” your comment makes Gwinam twitch in annoyance, “ maybe I should leave you here ” stiffening up you quickly grab ahold of his forearm, looking up at him with big eyes. “ Please don’t leave me, I’m sorry! ”
Feeling tears start to build up again at the thought of him leaving you, and you start crying yet again, just like the cry baby you are. “ God you are such a cry baby ” smacking your arm away from him Gwinam violently wraps his arms around your head, shoving it back into his chest. “ ’m sorry…” Looks like you’d just have to ignore the smell for now.
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A/N - short but simple ig
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smuttykdrama · 1 year ago
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[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!
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"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]
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chezzywezzy · 5 months ago
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Yandere Gwi-Nam (1/4)
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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.
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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.
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hufflepuffwriter1995 · 6 months ago
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 Title: His Queen 
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Pairing: Gwinam x Chubby!Named Reader (Ryoko)
Fandom: All of Us Are Dead 
Summary: She was his queen and god help anyone who disrespected his queen. 
Warnings: Now: Mentions of abuse, swearing, pain.  Eventually zombies, swearing, blood, gore, fighting, and smut.
Notes: Gwinam is still a bully but never filled Eunji topless, that still happened but he wasn’t a part of it. He is also a tad less insane in this but still toxic. Enjoy. I fell down a rabbit hole of this and it's time I share. 
Two Years Before The Outbreak.  
   “You need to find a way to prove it.” Jisoo sighed as she carefully began to patch up the cut over my right eyebrow. I let out a sigh, wincing as she gently wiped the alcohol swap against the cut. I had hoped that with how often I was in this position, I had gotten used to the slight sting. Being my brother's punching bag had left me covered in small cuts and bruises and more often than not, a few broken bones that I was left to treat on my own. 
  “We have been through this.” I sighed, holding still as she began to apply the bandage to my eye. “Unless we can get his face on video no one is going to believe it’s my brother. How many times have my parents made up some random excuse about how he couldn’t possibly have done it because you can’t see him?” Jisoo was my only friend, the only person that my brother and parents haven’t been able to drive out of my life by employing threats or bribes. Her parents were saints, her dad a high-profile doctor who handled all my injuries and her mother a lawyer who was working endlessly to get me away from my parents. The problem was, that my parents were too careful, too eager to use their government standing to their advantage. So they never got far in the process of getting me out and were too afraid to push too hard in case I was forbidden to see Jisoo. 
   “We will find a way. He’s getting too confident, he will have to mess up at some point.” Jisoo sighed, her concern for me breaking my heart. Even after three years of having her by my side, I wasn’t used to having someone who not only cared but truly loved me. Years of abuse from my brother and my parents telling me if I was a better sister, their precious son wouldn’t have to hurt me, had taught me I wasn’t one to be loved. 
   “I am sure you are right. Myeonghwan isn’t all that smart.” I winced, waiting for the hit even if I knew it wasn’t coming. She pats my cheek with a loving smile. 
  “If he doesn’t I will find a way to make it happen.” She spoke with so much confidence, so sure that she would help, that I couldn’t help but smile at her. I started to say something when the door to the classroom we were sitting in opened and my brother glared at me. 
  “Come with me.” He demanded, ignoring the way Jisoo tried to valiantly to protect me. Squeezing her hand, I reminded her it would be worse for me if I didn’t go before moving to my brother. He grinned, gripping me by the hair and pulled me from the room.  
  Gwinam 
  Giwnam didn’t like people, he could tolerate people at best. That is until she came into his world. The first time they had met, he had been injured, a nasty cut along his arm from a prick that tried to surprise attack him with a knife. He had been sitting on the tennis course, cursing angrily at the prick as he tried to stop the bleeding. She had come up on him without a word, silently taking his hand in hers as she began to clean out the wound. Her voice was soft as she wiped at it with an alcohol swab. She didn’t scold him, or yell at him, only told him that if it happened again applying a tight dressing would stop the bleeding. She had left him with clean bandages and gauze, telling her to change them before he went to bed.  
  The second time it had been her that had been hurt. She had been limping down the hallway when an asshole ran into her from behind. Gwinam had barely been quick enough to get his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. After making sure she was alright, he tracked the boy down, beating him before pulling around until he found her again, forcing the boy to beg for her forgiveness on his knees. She had been shocked, her eyes widening in surprise before telling him she would only forgive him if he promised to be careful in the future. With Gwinam promising hell if he didn’t, the boy had promised he would between stammers. She had nodded then, thanking Giwnam with a smile that stopped his heart, before turning back to her friend. A clear dismissal for the prick at her feet. 
  Since then he had been uncomfortably aware of her. Doing what he could to help make her life a little easier, while also plotting revenge for whoever was the cause of the near-constant injuries. While he hadn’t figured out who had hurt her yet, he was determined to figure that out. Whoever it was, would pay tenfold for every injury that she suffered. He had just settled down for lunch when her friend came running, frantically looking around before finding him. Relief seemingly washed over her. 
   “Gwinam!” She screamed, pushing past a few startled students as in her frantic way to greet him. He raised a brow at her, wondering what the hell could be going on, when she slammed her hands on the table, chest rising and falling. “He’s going to kill her. He’s going to kill Ryoko!” She whispered. 
  “Who?” The wave of protection-filled anger washing over him took him by surprise but he promised to deal with that later. 
  “Her brother, Myeognhwan. He broke her ribs earlier this morning, if he hits her there again he will kill her. We can’t get him to stop, if we don’t get his face on video he will get away with it.” She spoke quickly fear causing her voice to shake. “No one else will do anything.”
  “Follow me and keep quiet. Keep that phone in your fucking hand. Where would he take her?” 
  “Behind the school, tennis court.” She breathed out, hope starting to flash in her eyes. He tossed his drink onto the table and stood up, racing out of the cafeteria with the girl, Jisoo he thought, following on his heels. By the time they reached the door that led to the back of the school, his hands were clenched in panicked-filled fury. What if he was too late, what if she had waited too long? Shaking the useless fears from his head, he slowly opened the door, holding a finger to his lips as he slipped out, phone in hand as he filmed. Jisoo followed the look of pure rage in her eyes, earning some respect from him. She was ready to go swinging for her friend. 
   “Faw stupid cow!” Myeonghwan grunted with each kick to her stomach. His girl didn’t a sound, only breathing harshly through her nose with each kick. Her eyes were closed, but tears still fell silently. Oh, the things he was going to do to the boy. Myeonghwan would pay for each tear, for every injury and then some. 
  “Son Myeonghwan.” He called out once he was in a position that would cause both of them to get his face. Grinning wickedly, he zoomed in on his face, catching that stupid prick as he realized what happened. “This is what is going to happen. You are going to listen to me, if you don’t Jisoo posts this all over social media.” 
   “Send. To. Your. Dad.” Gwinam couldn’t help but the pride that washed over him at his girl, beaten and weak, took her power back. 
   “You fucking PRICK! You will p…” He was cut off as Gwinam snapped, pinning him to the wall by his throat as he punched him hard in the stomach, pulling back to punch him again. 
   “Touch my girl again and see what happens.” He snarled, pulling away as the prick began to show signs of passing out. Without another word, Gwinam turned and carefully scooped up Ryoko, tucking her against his chest as he nodded at Jisoo. “I got you pretty girl.” As he headed to his car, Ryoko smiled faintly, moving her head just enough to kiss his cheek. 
  “I’m safe.” She whispered before passing out, her body relaxing as the pain became too much. Her words though echoed through his head. Never once has he made someone feel safe but he made her a quiet and silent vow. So long as he drew breath, no one would hurt his Queen.
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airbendertendou · 8 months ago
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Can you make gyeongsu x reader? Fluff or something like
AFTERNOON TiCKET! ♡ han gyeongsu
synopsis : you aren’t dating. why does everyone keep asking that?
pre-apocalypse
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a head hits your shoulder as the noise of the cafeteria echoes around you. gyeongsu’s hair tickles your neck as you converse with suhyeok. he looks to your right and smirks before continuing to eat his lunch.
you jostle your right shoulder, only smiling at the unhappy groan you receive. “you have to eat, too, you know.”
gyeongsu lets out a huff, his chilled nose brushing against your neck as he stretches. sleepy eyes barely open, only prying his mouth open just slightly. you grin, holding the food up to his mouth so he can eat.
“so,” cheongsan eyes you both, “how long will it be now? a few months or…?”
you chew on the food in your mouth, placing some in gyeongsu’s right after. “for what?”
the table goes silent as gyeongsu sits up. he yawns, taking a sip of your drink before rubbing his eyes. “what are we talking about again?”
it’s daesu who answers despite the others telling him not to speak. “you’re dating.”
“well—“
the bell rings before gyeongsu can say more.
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you clean off the desks, eyes bouncing to gyeongsu and cheongsan as they giggle and sweep the floor. onjo nudges you as she walks by, a sly look on her face. isak trails up beside her, a damp washcloth swinging in her hands.
“so…”
you pause from your cleaning to look up at them. isak gestures to the gray hoodie you wear. “it’s official, then? this is how you tell everyone?”
your face heats immediately as you turn frantically, making sure your conversation wasn’t overheard. you pat their arms tenderly yet desperately. “shut up! shush, shhh!”
“sorry!” onjo giggles to herself as she pulls isak away. “have fun!”
gyeongsu stands behind you now, your bag and his slung over his shoulder. he looks over your figure, clad in his own hoodie with a grin. “ready to head home?”
you trek behind gyeongsu slowly, eyeing the way his empty hand swings. you ache to hold it — can feel the phantom touch of his fingers twining into your own. “date me.”
the words come out before you can stop them. gyeongsu pauses and you think you should take it back — say you hadn’t spoke at all. his head tilts and it’s so endearing you could cry.
“officially.” you pick at your nails nervously as gyeongsu stands in front of you. “be my boyfriend, please.”
gyeongsu’s mouth falls open before he snaps it back shut. he’s going to reject you, your throat closes up. you’ve ruined everything. “i— thought we were already dating.”
a confused silence bubbles around you now. gyeongsu stares at you as you stare at him. his fingers inch to yours and he grabs your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze with a smile. “the first time you held my hand on the way home. you were mine, i thought.”
you gulp, “oh.” and then you laugh, tugging him closer as your empty hand clutches onto his chest. “i think we’re stupid.”
gyeongsu deepens his voice dramatically, into a silly tone before placing his forehead to yours. “stupid in love.”
you shove him away with a grin, smile widening when he only brings you closer once more.
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he’s the perfect person for this trope me thinks <3 thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoyed!! if youd like to b tagged / untagged in any aouad content, let me know! ♡
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unbloomedrose · 1 year ago
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 | 𝗚𝗪𝗜 𝗡𝗔𝗠
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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
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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 ?
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brxttydevil · 1 year ago
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Dating SuHyeok
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Pairing: SuHyeok x Reader
Warning(s): No use of y/n
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Before the apocalypse
- SuHyeok will ask you out first if you are super shy. He would always smile at how flustered you got when you two made eye contact. If you asked first, he would be flustered. He just did not expect it but would still say yes no matter what.
-SuHyeok would pack an extra lunch just in case you forgot your own and if you still had your lunch he would still give it to you. Just so in case you are hungry after school and do not have enough money to buy anything.
-SuHyeok walks you to school. He loves to see his lover early in the morning and be able to be in your glory. He would text you when he is outside. He does not mind if you take some time getting ready. But if he knows that you are sleeping he will call you ahead of time.
-SuHyeok would put on his front wallpaper you two on the first date you go on together. It is his favorite picture of you other than pictures of you looking cute.
-SuHyeok would always make sure that you are ok and drinking water. If he finds out you have not drank water in a while then he would make you drink water.
-SuHyeok would sometimes have study sessions with you to help you stay on track with your work. He knows you can get distracted.
-SuHyeok loves to be around you. He would always come over to your house with permission. When he comes over he brings a gift or something he wants to try out with you.
During the apocalypse
-SuHyeok would worry about you since you two got separated when it first started. he would be fighting zombies just to see you okay and alright.
-SuHyeok when he finds you is all relieved and does not want you to go out of his sight. He would hold on to you when you are sleeping. He is too scared to leave you.
-SuHyeok would make dangerous missions for his friends and you to have food. He would always tell you to not miss him too much. But he knows that it is for you and his friends
-SuHyeok would be happy to see some safety if you make it out alive with him. If you got bitten and had to be taken out he would hesitate. He already lost a lot of people not you too. Even though you would tell him to let you get out, he would not let you go.
After the apocalypse
-SuHyeok would be glad it is over. He is glad you are still here with him.
-SuHyeok will put a ring on your finger even if both are teenagers. I mean you survived it after all this time and it felt like years.
-SuHyeok would take care of you if you got injured. Sometimes he would have nightmares about you getting hurt.
-In the end, SuHyeok would be glad to have someone like you no matter where you came from or how you are.
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poisonedprose · 2 years ago
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₊˚✧ touchy, feely
yoon gwi-nam x gn!reader
warnings: pre apocolypse, nsfw, perverted nsfw, uncommon pet names (babydoll, lollipop), curse words
masterlist
based off perv but can be read as a stand alone
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You were stood between two tables in the lunch room. Your friends chatting to you about their previous classes. The room was loud, everyone having the same idea as you and your friends. 
You gasped when you felt hands graze your waist and a hardened object on your ass. "Sorry, babydoll." You recognized the voice that belonged to Gwi-nam. His mouth hovered over your ear after whispering his apology. 
He took his time squeezing past you through the tight space. "You coulda said 'xcuse me." You bit your lip and tried not to acknowledge the uncomfortably hard object. "You were just so interested in your conversation, I didn't wanna interrupt." 
He finally slid past you, his hands no longer on your waist, but they still felt like they were. "Sorry, lollipop." He winked. "It's okay." You quietly forgave. He turned around, heading to where he was going before your exchange.
You watched as he talked to his same jerkass group. He looked over at you while he was mid-conversation and you quickly looked away, with a blush coating your cheeks. You could feel the smirk he was sending toward you burn into your body.
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terpsichorestyx · 1 year ago
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hiiii!! i was wondering if u could do a aouad Su-hyeok fic where him and the reader we’re together in the broadcasting room with everyone else but she ended up getting lost when they were going to save Cheong-San? Maybe she re-finds them after the group got to the roof ?
(established relationship if that’s okay 🤗)
i really hope that makes sense (_T_)
sorry it took so long 😭 su-hyeok x f!reader
murder, zombies, blood (everything in aouad basically)
(on-Jo likes cheongsan, Nam-ra doesn’t like anyone. Also the whole rooftop thing with eun-Ji doesn’t happen at the same time. she’s already a halfbie and her friend is at the safety camp already.)
Not proofread and it’s not very good 💀👍
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You both were together when it happened. Su-Hyeok had bought you flowers out of the blue, and you were laughing together outside. He had put a baby pink flower in your hair, stuffing the rest in the dark blue bag that hung on your shoulders. He was just leaning in for a kiss when you both heard a bloodcurdling scream, and saw a horde of students running in one direction infront of you. Looking to see what they were running away from, you saw a group of bloody students stumbling behind the rest. An unfortunate girl had tripped and fell, and you both watched as the group fell on top of her while ripping flesh from her skin with their teeth. You looked at Su-Hyeok in fear, and he got up holding your hand and ran through the halls, following the other students.
You both ran until you found a safe classroom and locked yourselves inside.
Gyeong-Su, Cheongsan, On-Jo, Na-Yeon, Dae-Su, Nam-Ra and Hyeon-Ju were already inside.
Since then, you all stuck together. Bad things happened, like Hyeon-Ju getting infected, zombies breaking in, and more, but you all stuck together and fought no matter how much you were hurting. Eventually, you had found a way to the broadcasting room. The water-pipe hung from the window and everybody took their turns going down. You volunteered to go last, after Su-Hyeok.
In the broadcasting room, Na-Yeon and Gyeong-Su had began arguing. Su-hyeok and Cheongsan went to make them stop, so they didn’t notice. If they did, you would’ve been with them right now. You weren’t blaming them, if anything, you blamed yourself. You had slipped. You slipped off the pipe, and luckily grabbed onto a ledge a few floors down just in time. Too scared to call for help in case you attracted the zombies, you went inside the class hoping to find the others soon later.
Su-Hyeok realised soon enough, and he was frantic. He tried climbing up the pipe to get you, but in your place were a bunch of zombies. He wanted to leave, to find you, to save you and bring you back to safety, but nobody let him. He still had hope you were alive. You were strong, he knew that. Despite the growing feeling of despair each hour he wasn’t with you, he held onto that string of hope.
You, on the other hand, were fighting. Running from class to class, hitting zombies with anything and everything you could find. You took a break in the music room, trying to stock up on food and water. Opening your bag and looking at the flowers for a second, before gently placing the food inside to not ruin the flowers. “He’ll be okay. He’s with everyone else, and he’s going to be safe.” You thought.
Your break was interrupted by a lone zombie running to the music room. Dropping your bag, you pushed a piano onto it before grabbing a bottle of water and running. You ran to the roof. Luckily, the door was unlocked and you could find refuge there.
You saw helicopters near the school before, you knew more would come soon after, so you waited.
Meanwhile, Su-Hyeok was with everyone else. They had used a drone to locate Cheongsan, but couldn’t find a trace of you. They had made their way to the music room and sat there for a while before exploring the music room for useful things. They couldn’t open the supply room door, but they saw a zombie stuck under a piano.
“Hey, What’s this?” Dae-Su said as he picked up a dark blue bag. Su-hyeok didn’t pay attention. He was caught up in his thoughts. “Is she okay? It’s almost been two days.” He thought. Dae-Su opened the bag and said “Hey! There’s food here!” Which caught Su-Hyeok’s attention. They group had been starving for hours. They all scrambled to Dae-Su to take some food. Su-Hyeok went last, but just as he was about to pick up a Soda can he saw a familiar bouquet of flowers. Wilting baby pink flowers were placed beside the food, just barely out of sight. He grabbed the bag and looked around it, finding a name tag with your name on it.
He froze. He couldn’t think of anything, nothing registered in his mind. Your bag was in the music room, bloody. You were in the music room. You left your bag here, with food and water. By choice? No. Something must have happened. The small string of hope he was holding onto was gone.
Everybody came around to gather, and they all saw your bag. Though they tried to comfort Su-Hyeok, they were all thinking the same thing. You were bitten.
After that, nothing mattered. su-hyeok felt dissociated. He was fighting, but for what?
They made a plan to go to the roof, so that the helicopters notice and save them. So they did. They fought and fought until they made it to the roof, and started banging on the doors to get in.
You were skeptical at first, but you heard Cheongsans voice. You ran to the door and pulled it open.
Everyone fled inside and closed the door behind them, and then you saw him.
He spotted you and his eyes widened in relief. He ran to you and pulled you into the tightest hug, never wanting to let you go. “I thought you were dead” said su-hyeok, holding back tears.
You didn’t say anything, you just held him closer. Sure, you would have to keep fighting, and it won’t be easy, but you were together. All of it was okay if you were together, and he wasn’t going to let you go ever again.
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intothemultifandom · 2 years ago
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– 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 || 𝐠𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐬𝐮
SUMMARY: In a matter of seconds, [Y/N] is infected protecting Gyeong-su, he is reminded of their 100 day celebration, and his heart is irreparably broken when you are forced to say goodbye. PAIRINGS: han gyeong-su x genderneutral!reader TAGS/WARNINGS: established!relationship ; character death ; swearing, angst + more
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IT HAPPENS IN A MATTER OF SECONDS, so sudden Gyeong-su can hear nothing but the sound of his own blood rushing through his ears as you stagger away from Na-yeong, eyes wide in disbelief.
The shock and horror of what she'd just done had ended the cacophony of mania, everyone standing shock-still by the revelation that Lee Na-yeong had intentionally infected you right before them.
"Na-yeon, what have you done?" Miss Park asks quietly, eyeing the frantic girl warily as Su-hyeok and Nam-ra step away from her, the formers' hands clenched at his sides.
Your hand is still bleeding from where she'd dug her nails into the skin, your blood intermingling with the blood she'd swiped at you with her dirty fucking handkerchief and On-jo lets out a soft cry when a drop of red trickles from your nose.
"If you're so sure he's not infected, you can die with him", Na-yeon had cried, moving too fast before anyone could react.
"[Y/N], c-come here, you need to sit down," Gyeong-su manages to say through the tightness in this throat, breaking away from Cheong-san's side to stagger towards you.
"We need to get you a tissue," he continues, almost in a daze.
We need to stop the bleeding. Put them in the recording booth. They're not gone yet. We can still–
Before he can reach for your hands however, you step away from him, pressing yourself against the door as you shake your head firmly at him.
There are tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, and your face flickers with a multitude of emotions before your features grow ladden with grim resignation.
"–Stop," you say roughly, and Gyeong-su just knows that you've made your decision.
Now that you've been infected, you're going to walk out the door, determined not to stay long enough for him to convince you otherwise.
Because doing so would only hurt everyone more in the end, and the last thing you'd want is for them to see you turn.
(I-sak's blood is still on On-jo's collar.)
For the first time since he met you, your boyfriend wishes you were selfish enough to stay, selfish enough to fight everyone to stay by his side the same way he would if the roles were reversed, but it's you.
[First name] [Last name].
Always doing the right thing, even when it hurts. Even when he doesn't want you to.
Because you and Gyeong-su both know he won't ask you to leave, and you're stronger than he'd like to give you credit for when you make no move towards him.
"Han, please just stay there...I don't want to hurt you," you say quietly, unflinching when he shakes his head with a scoff that sounds too much like denial. "I need to leave."
"N-no you wouldn't," he insists, mouth trembling as his chest gives way to a choked cry. "Please [Y/N], get away from the door. Let me help...please just move away from the door..."
The wounded sound he makes makes Ji-min and Hyo-ryung flinch on the other side of the room, hands held firmly between them. A sentiment shared by even the more quiet ones of the group.
The truth is, they've all lost people today–teachers, classmates, friends–but none have lost someone they cared for this way, to something as preventable as a contaminated handkerchief and the paranoia of a crazed girl.
More blood drips down your nose in quick succession then, and while it is the final nail in the coffin for everyone in the room and settles your resolve, Gyeong-su doesn't want you to go.
Not like this. Not after everything you've been through and not after you were infected protecting him from your traitorous classmate.
[Y/N], how can you be so calm? He wants to shake you. Why aren't you mad?
"Cheong-san, y-you need to get my bag...there's a box with butterflies on it in there..." Though you've addressed Cheong-san, you keep your eyes locked on your boyfriend, committing every plane and edge to memory as you tell your friend what to do.
For a moment, Gyeong-su has no idea why you're telling Cheong-san about your bag, about this small box with butterfly designs before the memory comes unbidden:
It was your 100 day anniversary, and Han had saved enough of his weekly allowance to take you out on a date after school. While most boys his age would aim to take their partner to a nice restaurant and shower them with even nicer jewellery, he could do only so much with what little money he had. Fortunately, while most people would've raised their brows at dining at a chicken restaurant (in his humble opinion, nothing could beat the exquisite taste of Cheong-san's family restaurant) and then being cart off to an Arcade to blow off the rest of their money, you were unlike most people. In fact, when Han had won you a back of Butterfly-themed plasters instead of the cute [favourite cartoon] phone charm at one of the claw machines, you had only laughed fondly as you placed your hands in his. Grinning as his cheeks grew flushed. "Hey Han Gyeong-su, don't be too serious," you teased gently, bumping his shoulder as you held the box of bandages. "I think these bandages are way better. Plus, I'll keep it in my bag in case I ever need it." Before he could apologise again, flustered by your earnest words, you tilted your head, brushing your lips against his as his flush deepened.
It's a nice memory, one of the more simpler ones, and Gyeong-su is sure you remember that day, too, because your breath catches as you move your hand to the door handle.
"It's a pack of bandages, Cheong-san. You need to cover Han's scratch, and keep him away from Na-yeong. He isn't infected, but he needs to keep his scratch covered. Please use it for the others, too."
There's a raspy quality to your voice now, more urgent now that there's black veins blooming from your injuries.
If he weren't so madly in-love with you, Gyeong-su would assume that your calm and poise was unnatural for someone on the verge of turning.
But you've always held a quiet strength to you, and this display of extreme will is only a testament to your character. He's glad the others seem to realise it too because no one makes a move to accost you, trusting you enough to know what you need to do.
Still, the finality in your plea seems to seep through the cracks in his heart, because this time he launches himself towards you more frantically than before, stopping only when Cheong-san wraps himself around his waist, holding him back from moving any closer.
"[Y/N] please, you don't have to do this! [Y/N]! [Y/N]! Cheong-san, let me go! LET ME GO!"
Desperate, your boyfriend bucks wildly in Cheong-san's arms, begging to be let go and cursing his long-time friend all in one breath as he punches uselessly at his chest.
Cheong-san has always been surprisingly strong, but when Dae-su and Su-hyeok join him–there's no way for Gyeong-san to reach you, no matter how much he tries.
"Han Gyeong-su," you rasp, your voice cutting through the loudness and chaos.
Saying his full name is enough to make Gyeong-su pause, gives you enough time to say what you've wanted to say to him since this whole mess started. "Thank-you for our time together. I...have loved every second being your partner."
For the first time since you locked eyes on him–hand frozen as he holds it out to you, one last attempt to reach you–you move your gaze around the whole room, hoping that as your eyes meet theirs, your classmates know there is no blame from you, or anger.
You do not look at Na-yeon, or Miss Park.
There is only sincere hope that they all make it out, and gratitude for everything they've done for you until now.
Wiping the tears that have fallen with your uninjured hand, you scrub at your face before nodding to yourself, turning to the door before you finally pull it open.
"Thank you for everything, guys. Please make it out of here. Really. And please take care of Gyeong-su for me..."
Behind you, Gyeong-su's anguished screams grow louder as you step out into the Zombie-infested hallway, the door sliding close with a soft click behind you.
Though it doesn't beat the sound he makes when he hears the first of your bones breaking from beyond the classroom door.
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vumming · 11 months ago
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all of us are dead — han gyeong-su “collide"
contents : angst, pining, unrequited love
a/n: it's been a year since i watched aouad this is rusty lol also, i tweaked a few to match the vibes hope you don't mind.
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You've always seen him. Prancing around in that childish display like a toddler who has no knowledge of the world yet. How insufferable.
Gyeong-su, who would always have the wide wolfish grin on his face as he claps everyone along the way, sending "positivity" and laughter whenever he passes by.
Gyeong-su, who would always show his heart on his sleeves. A guy who cannot lie so easily due to his fiery temper and short fused personality.
He's a real pain in the fucking ass.
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"Out of my way." Your shoulders bump into Gyeong-su, the room is too small and sharing it with him makes it all the more annoying. Na-yeon obediently follows, clinging on your arm—she always does, like a helpless duckling always needing your constant affection.
You notice how her eyes pierce and narrow in disgust at the sight of the boy alone. She has always developed a sense of superiority complex over Gyeong-su, you could care less about it.
What's nagging the back of your mind is how even with the harsh and constant back and forth between you and him, that stupid 'adrenaline' that sends your blood pumping never goes away.
Na-yeon lifts her chin, nose high as she flips a lock of her hair behind, "I can't believe we are sharing a room with a welfie." She tugs on your uniform's sleeve, delicate hands holding your arm gently.
"This is beyond awful." She murmurs, eyeing the other boy whose face is put in a scowl as he eyes the two of you, the burn in his gaze is full of hate.
You let her talk, ever since you've dated Na-yeon, she's always been a rather opinionated girl who sticks deeply to her ideals and that much is admirable no matter how much hate she always seems to get.
"The hell is wrong with you two?" His friends held his arms back, teeth gritting as they tried to shut him up to not worsen the fight.
After all, you and him have created quite the reputation—both infamous for your constant rivalry towards each other.
Na-yeon cringes at his uncouth attitude, gesturing at the boy, "with how he's acting right now, it's no difference to those flesh eating creatures." She hissed, flinching when Gyeong-su turned to glare straight at her.
Apocalypse or not, things do not change.
You find your own thoughts wander in the carnage of chaos that surrounds you.
Which monster would prevail, do you wonder?
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"Tch. Always up on your high horse, are you looking down at me?" He's always quick to assume things, Gyeong-su has a tight grip on the lapels of your collar with his knuckles turning white by the passing seconds.
Students were intrigued as they watch it all happen on the school grounds.
You sneered at him, a rough look replacing your usual features. "Hah, were your wits taken when you weren't looking?" Gyeong-su pulls you towards him, the proximity is so close that your foreheads touch against each other.
It could've been something romantic if not for the tension between the two of you, glares and snares sent between each other. The fight that accumulates in between is loss in the chitter chatter of the pesky nosy students that's gathered.
"Why you—!"
He's always quick to anger indeed. Pulling his head back only to slam it against yours. The tension breaking only to worsen as a fight broke out causing the horde of students watching you to cheer and whip their devices out.
"Who are you calling an idiot, you arrogant bastard!" He swipes another punch, "I'm even surprised that you know I was calling out your IQ!"
You don't know what fueled this fight in the first place, now it's a hit or be hit situation that you find yourself in. You parry only to punch him, retaliating.
Fuck.
Your head hurts and you felt like your brain shook inside your skull at his headbutt. This crazy guy drives you mad.
Gyeong-su manages to push you down, the back of your head hitting the ground as you wince, your own hands pulling him down. If you will be taken down, you'll make sure he'll suffer the same too.
Fist fly and whacks echo the place as the two of you continue to fight.
And somehow, you find yourself in the same situation as the first, but now, your own hands are gripping his collar too. "Fucking hell.." Gyeong-su curses, panting heavily as he struggles to stand up due to your hold on his clothes.
His leg slipping in exhaustion as he slips on top of you—"Fuck-!" The both of you swore at the same time, eyes wide when you felt something soft brush against your own lips.
This guy drives you mad.
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"Oi! Y/n!" They attempt to stop you from entering the recording room—Na-yeon and Gyeong-su were supposed to break up the fight and for her to apologize.
The Na-yeon you know rarely yield over things like apology.
Too stubborn.
Too..
Maybe it's the realization that you have because of your observations, the way she was adamant on taking him out of the group was normal due to her dislike, but when she has swiped something off—the handkerchief that she'd always cherish and never use was whipped out.
A gift you had given her.
Shit.
Your hands open the door in a flurry, harshly grabbing your girlfriend's wrist as you face her, eyes mad and in disbelief over the course of action she decided to take.
"What the fuck Na-yeon?!" Your voice rises as you snatched the handkerchief from her hands in a fury.
The girl flinches, arm outstretched as she stares at you in fear at the strength you emit over her delicate wrist. "Y/n.." Was all the left her lips. "What are you doing?!"
"Wiping that blood off of the mop— do you plan to kill him?!"
Everyone stares in wariness and disbelief, eyes wide like saucers. Gyeong-su stepped forward with a look of caution. "..What do you mean.?" He hesitantly asked.
And perhaps it was the heart in you that cannot betray your girlfriend no matter—even with how cruel one is, someone loved them until the bitter end. Atleast that's what you try to tell yourself as you gaze upon Na-yeon who looks at you with eyes that can break your own heart.
Gaze of a desperate.
And with a crushed look, she snatches her wrist from you. "You.. I thought you're on my side."
You couldn't hear anything, a buzzing and ear deafening noise films itself inside your mind that you couldn't even comprehend why you did just that, morality? Kindness? Pity? You didn't notice when she exits the room, her cries hidden amongst the ringing in your mind.
Did you do the right thing?
You did, right?
Even if she cries.
Even if your heart breaks hearing that.
Sure she's annoying but the girl was once whom you held dear in your heart.
Am I wavering..?
"Hey-!"
You snapped out of your thoughts, eyes focusing on his that holds you grounded. Gyeong-su holds you down to reality, his hands cupping your cheeks to hold your gaze.
It looks soft, concern for you and there's something more..
The rough pad of his fingertips brushes on your skin and his face, scarred and worried looks at you—like someone important enough to be worried about.
"Hey! You okay? Snap out of it, damn it!"
There's a slight sharp pain on your cheeks though...
"Did you just slap me?"
"How else would you wake up?!" His tone was somewhat offended, and by instinct, which is the rivalry between the two of you, you took a hold of his collar. Somehow it was a big harsh therefore pushing the two of you to the ground with a soft thud.
His limbs entangled with yours as the two of you stare wide eyed with each other.
Ba-dum.
Ba-dum.
Who's heartbeat is it that's beating wildly?
"Wha-"
"Fuck!"
You pushed him down the floor, clicking your tongue as you drag a hand over your face. "Don't say a word about it!"
The door slammed shut, leaving him all alone in the recording room once again, this time, in a wild and uncomfortable tension inside him.
Gyeong-su looks at the door you exited, the image of you walking out in his mind and he could've swore he saw a faint trace of redness in your face—or maybe not, but that doesn't explain the synchrony of hearts beating with each other like a perfect melody.
".. or was that mine..?"
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𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖‧₊˚✧ . ˚
𝐒𝐮-𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐔 𝐟𝐭. 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝟐-𝟓 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨! 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞! ♡
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𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 happiest of birthdays to my favorite person 🥹❤️
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𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 all my best birthdays are with you 💙
𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 here’s to many more together ❤️
𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 what am i? chopped liver? 😪
𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 aw don’t be jealous. we love you childhood bestie 🫰🏻
𝘆𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗸 hands down hyosan high’s best looking couple
𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 you guys came a long way from secretly staring at one another in class. my babies 🥺
𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 my parents are so cute 😭💓
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𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 are you two cheating on me? 😶
𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 and what about it? 🤷🏻
𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 we’re marathoning matches together!
𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 are you my bf or his? 🤨
𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 mine, obviously ✌🏻
𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂 anddd she’s finally the third wheel for once!
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𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 button up sir, you’ll catch a cold 🤏🏻
𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 then you can take care of me 😊
𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 pretty sure that’s not the reason she’s going into the med field for ㅋㅋ
𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 I just realized from the pics y/n showed me that you guys went on vacation together 🥺
𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 our families always take trips together!
𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 and where was my invite?
𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 third wheeling so hard that even his family is third wheeling with him 😭
𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 last time I checked you declined because you’d feel too single
𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 she’s always so mean to me 🙄
𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 don’t let that stop you!
𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 starting to think I’M the third wheel here
𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 you guys are losers. @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 my arms are wide open 🤗
𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 I don’t run but for you I’ll sprint Prez 🏃🏻‍♀️
𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 kids, stop fighting
𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 @𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 ha-ri noona, do you want to go on vacation with me? 🧎🏻
𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 nevermind, continue fighting and count me in. starting with @𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂
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𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 alliteration 😮‍💨. truly beauty AND brains ~
𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 what’s alliteration?
𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 @𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂 you, you idiot, since you can’t read
𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 that’s… illiterate…. 💀
𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 hehe I know one of them 🤭
𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 you know a lot more than just one at this point 😂💕
𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 I should be calling you unnie
𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 but I’m the younger one ㅋㅋㅋ
��𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 doesn’t matter to me. if you’re this pretty, you’re unnie ~
𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 on my way to tell mrs. hwang 🗣️
𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 and does mrs. lee know you nearly set the house on fire trying to fry ONE chicken leg last week?
𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 quick I need blackmail material
𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 no can do buddy, my lips are sealed
𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 by what? 💀
𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 kisses ☺️
𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 😘
𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 🤢 suddenly wishing I was the chicken leg
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𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 happy place 🌊
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𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 oh?! he finally invested in some socks!!! bare-su needs a new nickname
𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 what are you staring at?
𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 y/n
𝘆𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 y/n
𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 y/n
𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 he’s not special, I would too ♡
𝘄𝘂𝗷𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗻 old habits do die hard 🤣
𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 me! ☺️
𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝘄𝘂𝗷𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗻 guilty! always have and always will!
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𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 i am tortellini in love with you 🍝🫶🏻 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮
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𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 my girlfriend 🥹
𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 no, MY girlfriend 🥰
𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 sorry to break it to you girls but she’s mine 💙
𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 if it’s the two of us, we can take him on ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 deal. meet you at midnight 🤝🏻
𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 i’d sleep with one eye open if I were you…
𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 no one ever wants to get pasta with me ToT
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𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 all these years and I still don’t know how I got so lucky 🎂💙
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𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 another trip around the sun with you. it still makes me dizzy 💘
𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 is your girlfriend single?
𝘄𝘂𝗷𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗻 @𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 😂🤣
𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 @𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 are YOU single, noona? 🧐
𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 @𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 yes, and NOT ready to mingle
𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂 @𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 @𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 clearly the target for today’s archery practice has been decided! 🏹💀
𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 can you fight???
𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 unfortunately he can 😔
𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 i’m a whole foot taller than both of you…
𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 appa told me “when in doubt, kick low” 🤗
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Yandere Gwi-nam (2/4)
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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.
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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?”
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yoursecretadmires · 16 days ago
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I WANT TO WRITE MY OWN FANFIC........... BUT I DONT HAVE ANY TALENT TO WRITE MY OWN FANFIC...... AND I DONT HAVE AN IDEA TO WRITE A FANFIC... I JUST A USELESSSSSSS GIRL.....
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airbendertendou · 2 years ago
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you are in love! ♥︎
synopsis : various best friend!characters realizing they like you a lil more than they should [including rk900 nines, wujin, gyeong-su, arisu and chishiya.]
no pronouns used ; gender neutral but reader is wearing lip balm / gloss / stain lmao ; [name] used in place of y/n
song inspo ; you are in love by taylor swift
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——♥︎——
NINES ♥︎
the department is slow today. the usual hustle and bustle had calmed down immensely, sounds of typing and idle chatter taking over. your mug is sat to the left, empty as you squint at the computer screen in front of you. nines had been assigned the desk in front of yours — a blessing for quick cases, but a curse when he decided to ignore his tasks and simply stare at you.
as he was doing right now. blue eyes watch you as his led light slowly swirls yellow, head tilting as you blantantly ignore him. “want a refill?”
you hum, glancing at your stained mug before finding his gaze. you smile his way, “sure, if you don’t mind. i’m almost done here, though.”
without another word, nines makes his way to the breakroom to refill your mug with a steaming beverage. he hums at the steam, wondering if it was too hot for you to drink. he brings the cup to his mouth without thinking, the scalding liquid hitting his lips.
as he pulls it away — he’ll let it cool off a little longer, he decides — his lips feel sticky. a tingling sensation takes over, cooling and poking his lips at once. they taste sweet — minty — and it makes nines think.
is that how you tasted?
it had to be the lip gloss he’d always seen you applying. nines takes the mug back to you, loitering beside your desk as you look up at him. you grin again, ”thanks for the drink! you really didn’t ha—”
his lips are pressed against yours within the next second. pressing closer — harder — nines lets out a sigh as he finally releases you from his hold. he licks his lips, smacking them a bit as your gloss sticks to them.
“tingles.” is all he says before sitting across from you and continuing to stare. you blink, startled at his sudden and intense movements.
this changes things, you think. you’re unable to get back to work ; unable to meet nines’ eyes now that you’ve felt his skin against your own. you take a sip of your drink — this changes a lot of things.
WUJIN ♥︎
daesu had invited to you meet up with the group ; a new store had opened and everyone needed a break from their studies. namra met up with you so you could both walk to meet your friends, arms linked together as you talked about how difficult your last test was and how drained you were.
onjo squealed when she caught sight of you both, her and isak running to collide with you. you dispersed in a pile of giggles only to be pulled into a hug by daesu, who loudly and joyfully greeted you.
gyeongsu nudges you with a laugh as you pass through an art supply store, teasing you about the abundance of pens you always brings to class. this argument always happened but you always replied with the same thing — “need a different color for each subject!”
this, of course, applied to highlighters as well.
“hey,” a shy shoulder budges against yours. the clothing store you’re looking at now isn’t that interesting to you and the distraction is welcomed. wujin’s half-smile greets you, “glad you could make it.”
you let out a sigh, “needed a break from school so badly. how was your test? did you do okay?”
wujin shrugged. his mind was on other things ; eyes sticking to the new lip tint you’d put on. it was a darker color than usual, a cranberry and wine color that he couldn’t look away from. clearing his throat, wujin says, “that’s new. your— lip color.”
you perk up immediately, animatedly talking about the sale you stumbled upon and the new scents of hand lotion you grabbed. and that was interesting — wujin hung off of your every word — but he couldn’t look away from your lips.
your lips and their wine stained smile that he imagines pressing against his neck. would the color stick to his skin? would it mark him as yours ; and you as his?
GYEONGSU ♥︎
letting out another whine, gyeongsu flops back onto his carpeted floor. studying was hard ; it was tiring and boring and mentally exhausting. sighing, he goes to sit up and get back to it when the doorbell rings.
lo and behold, his savior. you’re standing in the doorway with a grin and your school bag, takeout bags looped around your wrists. you’re talking to gyeongsu’s mom ; giggling at her words and nodding along to what she says.
you look so comfortable at his house, so natural there that it almost hurts. his mom is in her nursing uniform, scrubs making their weird noise as she moves around. wordlessly, you hand her one of the takeout bags before setting the other one on the living room table. you’d been friends since you were young — had visited his house numerous times before — but, time and time again, gyeongsu thought about how well you fit in with them.
how well you could fit with him.
“hi, ‘su!” you grin his way and his heart aches. the boy melts where he stands, smile ghosting on his face immediately at the sight of you. he walks your way, both arms looping around one of yours with a sigh as he pulls you to sit on the floor beside him. “all good?’
he whines again, “brain hurts.”
“yeah i thought you might have some trouble,” you speak as you pull out your food. sighing, you smile his way timidly, pushing the food his way. “so, i retook the notes in a way i thought you’d understand.”
gyeogsu stares as you begin to dig in. his eyes are heart-shaped — they have to be. he softens entirely as he watches you.
ARISU ♥︎
the walk back from a game was always serene in the most devastating way. the beach wasn’t as safe as he’d originally thought — wasn’t as friendly and kind as the name suggested. but, arisu needed company and needed to understand what was happening and why he was sucked into the borderlands.
one good thing about the beach was you. you’d been ‘teamed up’ with usagi since you popped into the games, your wit and her athleticism saving you both more often than it let you down. one smile at arisu and— oh, he was a goner.
you’d met at the tag game and he’d stuck to you since. you always tried your best to be paired up with him, knowing what the loss of a friend could feel like ; what dark roads it could lead your mind to.
and he appreciated it so much — appreciated the way you took care of him and looked after him in the gentlest and most subtle of ways. with a sigh, arisu gave the two of hearts card to hatter, no closer to the end of the game than they’d been beforehand.
dried blood itched on his face ; stained his hands and coated his skin in a lingering scent he could never get rid of. a hand was latched onto his own, pulling and tugging him gently to a bathroom.
“come back to me,” a voice whispered. arisu always disappeared into his head after a game, screams and surrendering laughter haunting his mind. “come on, ‘su. come back.”
with a foggy blink, you came into view. you held a warm rag to his face, washing the blood off of his skin tenderly with a smile that made him melt. arisu slouched, relaxing forward into your open arms. “[name].”
“hi, ‘su.” you brushed your fingers through his greasy hair. “welcome back. i’m glad you’re alive.”
arisu snuggled further into you, arms winding around your waist as he thought. it was so easy to get lost in you ; too easy to think of you both getting out of the borderlands and settling down together and staying together.
he wish you knew, but he couldn’t be the one to tell you. not yet ; not with blood still dried on his hands.
CHISHIYA ♥︎
slight season two spoilers!
you’d been separated. you’d clung to chishiya since you arrived at the beach and now you were apart. worry and panic induced pacing caught kuina’s sight as you mindlessly picked at your skin. 
she slung a backpack around her shoulders, looking at arisu and usagi as she spoke. “i’m off to find chishiya and ann.” she turns to you again, noticing the way you perked up at his name. “want to join me, [name]?” 
you didn’t have to think before you were grabbing your own supplies and leaving with a hug to arisu and usagi. a promise to come back — to see them alive — and you were on your way. 
then you were alone. 
kuina had let go of you while you ran from the king of spades [again], and you’d found yourself lost. a blimp for the jack of hearts had just exploded a few feet in front of you. 
lost in thought, you watched it tirelessly. and then a familiar voice. “[name]?”
you blink, coming back to reality as he walks up to you. 
“chishiya,” you sigh out before running to meet him. without thinking, you throw your arms around his neck and pull him close. you let out a breath, closing your eyes and savoring his warmth. he was safe — alive. you go to pull away, “sorry. i got a little excited.” 
chishiya grabs your right wrist, pulling it back around his neck as your left one is guided to wrap around his waist. he sinks into you, letting out his own sigh of relief as he relaxes. 
“s’okay. need this — need you.” it’s out of character for the blond to be so loving ; so touch-starved as he clings onto you and makes your hold tighter. it wasn’t nice being alone in the games, not even to someone like chishiya. a feather-light touch hits the tip of your cheekbone. “you tell anyone about this, and i’ll kill you.” 
the threat makes you laugh into his shoulder — even though you know he isn’t joking.
——♥︎—— there will b an anime version of this up soon!
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soleurs · 2 years ago
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▎  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 ♡
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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.)
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