#i miss aouad

[skullpie]

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

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

relationship hcs x

joonyeong x reader; jaeheon x reader (separate)

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

warning(s): series typical warnings!

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

joonyeong

such a little nerd

definitely started out as good friends

absurdly proud of the fact that he has a partner

like… him?? he feels so special

(he is)

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

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

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

“i miss my boyfriend”

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

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

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

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

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

really enjoys going to whatever events you’re involved in

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

remembers really specific and small details about you for sure

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

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

but he overall prefers private intimacy and affection

and very small, gentle forms of it at that

you can fluster him pretty easily tho

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

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

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

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

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

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

jaeheon

wholesome wholesome wholesome

he admires you so much

you probably meet in the elevator

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

genuinely believes god sent you to him personally like an angel

just always smiling with you

holding hands everywhere you go

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

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

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

basically worships you

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

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

just very traditionally romantic in the ways he shows you affection

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

biggest gentleman

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

literally would die to protect you (and he does)

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

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

forehead kisses. that’s it just forehead kisses

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

really good friends with jisu during the lock-in

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

[quaissants]

FOUR ୨୧ CHOI BEOMGYU

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

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

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

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

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

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

for now, he must look for the treasure.

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

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

“hey, choi beomgyu!”

..okay that definitely wasn’t his tummy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

there’s no way..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“sure, i’d like that a lot.”

his whole body has shut down.

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

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

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

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

𓆩♡𓆪 ─┈ taglist. @stealanity​ @strxwberry-skiess​ — send an ask / dm to be added !

[cheongsanthinker]

hello cheongsanthinker nation! is anyone here even still alive? it’s summer break and i might get back into writing 🥹 although atm i’m currently interested in bloodhounds and would definitely write for them! feel free to send in requests (i suggest you to watch it if you haven’t) but i might still write for aouad if anyone’s still interested. i missed u all <3 feel free to send in messages in my inbox! i hope y’all are well.

[glitterfairy-21225]

Fuck. Um. So, I wrote the aouad reaction fic. And I fully intended for it to just be season one. Like, I legit thought it would be a miracle if I accomplished that.

But you know, I did.

So, the more I think about it, the funnier I think it would be to do season two. Bring back all the s1 characters, who are essentially reacting how Ji-min did when the soldiers lowered her back down.

And when her parents died.

Hell, and during her death scene.

And all the new characters introduced in season two are just like ‘???? The fuck did I miss????’

[seulelune]

prompts & requests

this <3 means fav <3

harry potter

main characters i can write for — romance —

. severus snape <3

. remus lupin

. ron weasley

. neville longbottom

. seamus finnigan <3

. dean thomas

. fred & george weasley

. charlie weasley (golden trio age) <3

. cedric diggory

. luna lovegood <3

. hermione granger

. ginny weasley

. fluer delacour

. mary macdonald

. marlene mckinnon

side characters i write for — romance —

. justin finch-fletchley <3

. ernie macmillan <3

. anthony goldstein

. colin creevey

hogwarts mystery

. talbott winger <3

. andre egwu

. rowan khanna (mention gender) <3

. ben cooper <3

. charlie weasley (hogwarts day)

. barnaby lee

. penny haywood

empress ki

. seung-nyang

. hong-dan

. yeon-hwa

. taltal <3

. general baekan

aouad

. joon-yeong <3

. cheong-san

. wu-jin <3

. su-hyeok

. na-yeon

stranger things

. will byers <3

. steve harrington

. lucas sinclair

. mike wheeler

. johnathan byers

. robin buckley <3

. maxine mayfield <3

. nancy wheeler

. eleven

prompts — choose or comment your own —

. “can we later?”

. “i miss you”

. “i’m not jealous!”

. “you’re so adorable when you’re mad!”

. “are you jealous of me and (insert)?”

. “you could’ve gotten hurt!”

. “don’t you worry, my parents will love you!”

. “i’m don’t like them! i’m in love with you!”

. “why are you staring at me?”

(i ran out of ideas)

you can request lemons too!

[starjaeyun]

i miss writing for aouad 😓

[tylerhqwkins]

gyeong-su gasping at sight of a dropped phone is so precious his face just :O

bonus: 😧👍🏼

[averwonders]

I saw that people here on tumblr thirst over Gwinam and I don't get it. Is it because I haven't finished the show yet or because I'm on the aroace/queer spec? Like what's so hot about a bully hambie with one eye who just wants to kill Cheongsan?

[lun-writes]

Send me some male reader requests for Gyeong-su, Wu-jin or Joon-yeong. These boys deserved better😭

[blackbat05]

It’s missing him hours :(

This gif but he’s 🥺 how is he older than me in real life?!

[mikanotes]

— don’t care just missed you

cheong-san x gn!reader | 3.4k words

genre: horror, angst, comfort, then fluff

warnings: swearing, canon-divergence, blood, injury (eye injury), implied cannibalism (technically, he’s half human and half zombie), mentions of death, suicidal ideation, and anxiety. aouad stuff basically.

synopsis: being a shut-in introvert with no interest in spending time with people or going outside was something people weren’t exactly fond of. it turned out to be the best thing in your life when a virus broke out in the school near your house. OR you love cheongsan and don’t care that he barges into your house with a zombie bite on his arm.

a/n: so i just finished all of us are dead and. i’m upset LMFAO i know i said i was taking a break but the end with cheongsan’s implied death(?) made me so upset i wanted to write for him also i. cant find gifs for him

The living room was dark. As was the rest of the world. Or well, maybe saying the world in its entirety would be an exaggeration. The world was dark for the people of Hyosan.

You stared at your laptop screen— the only source of light in your house, currently—, clicking your tongue rhythmically as you stared at your wallpaper. On your toolbar, several old internet browser tabs were open. Social medias and such, platforms with information on what was going on. All refreshed and now gone.

The word was everywhere: zombies. A zombie apocalypse that had started spreading so fast one could compare the city’s situation to the famous movie Train to Busan. Before you could get any more useful information, networks had shut down entirely.

Of course. A classic move. “So misinformation won’t spread” was what the higher-ups of the military had told on TV. But you knew what this meant. Cutting off communications was dangerous, even more so in a city that slowly started to break down under the pressure of some unknown virus that turned people into literal zombies. Not only that, but their means of stopping the spreading of misinformation meant that they stopped the spreading of information in general. Without being in direct contact with what was going on… You couldn’t know anything.

Like, genuinely.

You lived in a small, humble house lodged in the middle of the forest. Your parents owned it and were always on trips. They’d told you you could live there if you wanted since they were almost never home, saying that the house was supposed to be yours when you’d be an adult, but that it worked either way. You’d taken up on the offer with joy, around the end of middle school. No one but your family and close friends knew you lived there. Needless to day you were a bit cut off from everyone else. You liked being alone, and having an entire house (even if a bit small) to yourself. It was nice.

You’d dropped out of school mid-year, leaving your close friends surprised and pleading you to stay. But you’d told yourself that social life wasn’t really for you, and much less the restrictions of the educational system when you were forced to attend school five days out of seven in a week. So you’d shut yourself in your house. You were fine with it, really. You liked it more than going out every other day. You had food stored for months, and you weren’t that far from the city. So if you needed more you could just go to the nearest road, take a taxi, and take a trip to the grocery store to stock up. So you were fine.

Nevertheless, it seemed people naturally craved for the presence of other people. Recently, watching slice-of-life animes during your breaks from homeschool had got you craving for the thrill of a typical “normal teenage life”. And you missed your friends. You wanted to run out school laughing with them, you wanted to go out for ice-cream on sunny, hot days. You wanted to pass notes with them during classes and get detention afterwards. You wanted to buy stuff at the vending machine as you spoke with your classmates.

But you’d chosen the life of someone who stayed inside.

And this choice had turned out to be the best one you’d made in your life when the news of a virus outbreak in your city, and in your former high school especially, had broke out. You were happy. Gleeful, really. You’d just escaped what could’ve been hell on Earth, while simply sitting peacefully at home. And with the ongoing crisis, you’d be excused for any homework and assignments you’d miss. So this was fine. It was even good!

Until you’d look away from your laptop screen and face reality again. You’d swallow thickly, frowning. The old name tag on your desk was something that usually brought you comfort, yet lately it did nothing but worry you.

Lee Cheongsan.

If the school was the epicenter of the virus, then he was in danger. Who knows, maybe he’d even turned already. The thought of your best friend… No, the person you loved turning into a zombie was unpleasant, to say the least. So much that every time it crossed your mind, you had to fight the impulsive urge to run out of your house and to the school. You didn’t live far from the school, so it would be fine. But still. It was careless and impulsive, so you always refrained.

But you were scared. And you missed him.

You missed the texts he would send you saying your empty seat in class made his heart ache in a dramatic way, before insulting you for saying he was dramatic. You missed his smile when you’d open the door every time he’d come to see you. You missed his hugs. The way he held your hand when you were anxious. You missed your childhood days with him, you missed the teenage ones that you’d barely had the chance to experience. You missed going to his family’s restaurant when he managed to get you to leave the house. You missed studying with him. You missed taking pictures with him that he’d purposefully try to make blurry. You missed him.

And after several days of zoning out entirely, loud knocking brought you out of that daze you were in. You were scared shitless, to say the least. Just a while ago you’d heard announcements about explosions that would happen around the city, and in the school in particular. You’d sat there, unmoving as the image of Cheongsan and your friends drenched in blood and dead on the ground plagued your anxious mind. You didn’t want to leave for the safe-place the military kept talking about. When they’d come to your house, you’d grabbed every belonging you’d used recently and ran straight to the basement, hiding there and staying as quiet as possible in hopes that they’d deem this house abandoned. Your safe place was obviously your house. So you would stay. You were almost certain the explosions wouldn’t reach it. And even if they did, so what?

You didn’t really… feel like living that much anymore. While you knew Cheongsan was someone who was strong and smart, you were still almost certain he could be dead. And you loved him. And he loved you. You both knew. So why would you want to live if the one you loved was dead?

The point was that irritatingly loud knocking brought you out of that train of thoughts. You picked up the knife on your table and carefully walked over to the door.

The military again? Maybe this time you should answer, you thought. But you couldn’t be sure. And you didn’t have a view on who was outside. You had to at least walk over there and—

“[name]!” a familiar voice yelled outside. And you froze, and dropped the knife. Because what else could you do? — “It’s me. It’s Cheongsan. Are you there?”

Then you ran and opened the door.

There he was. He looked exhausted. His features were painted with red, and one of his eyes was… weirdly bloody. The veins around it were prominent and visible, almost zombie-like. He was panting, a hand holding the side of your doorframe. You noticed that, besides the blood all over his clothes, a part of his sleeve was torn— Like someone, or something, had bit his arm.

You grabbed his collar and yanked him inside your house. You closed the door and locked it back to the way it was before, before turning around abruptly. “Cheongsan.”

“I’m… I can’t stay here.” he said, before opening his mouth but hesitating. He took a deep breath. “I was bitten by… Someone who’s kind of a zombie. But not really. I think I’ll turn soon.”

Then why did you come? you thought. You didn’t care. You didn’t care if he would turn while locked in the same room as you. Honestly, you’d prefer it if he turned with you around. So you could die together. But Cheongsan cared. He would never want to put you in this kind of danger. So why was he here?

Oh. You understood.

“I just wanted to say goodbye.” he said, and you knew. You felt your throat burn and noticed with how much difficulty he gulped. His eye was red, like he wanted to cry. You both wanted to cry. He didn’t wanna say goodbye. You wouldn’t let him say goodbye.

Before you could say anything, he grabbed the sides of your arms and pulled you towards him. He planted his lips on yours in a short, desperate kiss. You wanted it to last, you wanted it to last so long you’d die. You didn’t want him to speak. You didn’t want him to say that he was sorry and he should leave. You didn’t want him to say he loved you like it was the last time he’d be able to. But he pulled away and looked at you, sad.

“I should leave. I’m sorry. I love you.”

It was Cheongsan. Of course he’d say it. You grabbed his wrist and held it tight. It was warm, his skin. Not much like a zombie, much more like him. You’d missed the feel of it. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

He looked away.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m leaving, now.”

“No, you’re not.”

You suddenly moved towards the living room, pulling him along, before pulling him in front of you and holding him in place. “You’re not leaving this damn place, Lee Cheongsan.”

“No, I have to. [name], I’m gonna turn—”

“Does it look like I give a fuck? Look me in my eye and tell me if it looks like I fucking care, Cheongsan.” you said sternly, before coughing out a bitter laugh. “I’m selfish, so you’re staying. I haven’t seen you in way too long. I spent hours worrying about wether or not you were alive. Now that I know you are, I’ll spend all the time we have left with you. Zombie or not. You’re staying here.”

He must’ve felt there was no point in arguing, because he frowned, then sighed, and lowered his arms. He bit his lip and slowly nodded. There were tears at the corner of his eye. You glanced at the injured one and instinctively moved your gaze away.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Kind of.”

You couldn’t help how upset your expression was in this moment. You didn’t like seeing him in pain. You were certain he’d gone through far worse pains during the time you weren’t in contact but it still made you worry. His hands twitched at his sides.

“I’m gonna turn.” he said quietly. You nodded, only bringing him closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yeah.”

“I might kill you.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I don’t want to kill you.”

“Then you won’t.”

You weren’t pretending. You weren’t scared. You’d sort of given up on the idea of being scared of zombies, at this point. People themselves could be considered scarier, anyway. And this was the person closest to you. The person you’d put above everyone else. This was Lee Cheongsan. And maybe it was wishful thinking, but you strongly believed he wouldn’t hurt you. Or that at least, he wouldn’t kill you. You didn’t know how the virus worked, considering how little information you had access to, but if there was a way for him not to turn completely, it would happen. After all, he hadn’t told you he was bitten by an actual zombie. From what he said, it seemed like your theory was plausible, and that the boy could very well stay at least half human.

You felt his muscles twitch under your embrace, his back stretching and him wincing. His jaw was tense, as was every muscle in his body. He groaned in pain and you felt his hands grab the hem of your shirt and tighten around the fabric. He wanted to get away from you— You wouldn’t let him. His body contorted to the best of its ability while stuck in your arms, before falling completely limp against your hold. You lost balance due to the sudden shift in weight and fell on the floor with a yell.

It hurt your head and for a moment your attention was elsewhere, as you winced in pain. You huffed and looked up. The ceiling. Then you looked down. Under your chin, Cheongsan’s head. And… All over you… Well, Cheongsan. He was completely unmoving. His chest was on yours, yet you couldn’t feel his heartbeat. Your fingers touched the side of his neck.

His pulse was there. It was faint, but it was there. That was odd. From what you’d understood, the zombies invading your city were basically dead and the virus was what kept them on their feet. So why… Was he alive?

You stayed like this for a while. Maybe it was a minute, maybe ten. You couldn’t be sure, you’d kind of zoned out. But eventually, you felt him move. He groaned in pain, and then slowly pushed himself off the floor— and, well, you. He was breathing heavily. He was breathing. He looked down at you like he was confused. Otherwise… He looked perfectly fine.

“…[name].”

You didn’t reply. You didn’t need to. He was Cheongsan. There was no doubting it. He wasn’t some undead human-turned-zombie. He wasn’t like the ones you’d seen running in the forest while staring out the window before. He was Cheongsan, with the same gaze you knew.

Except he looked …Hungry. He gulped and panted a little.

“I really want to bite you.”

“Are you certain you haven’t seen anyone walk around there? Someone who looks human? There’s a group of zombies with… Human behavior. We’re looking for them.”

You sighed and leaned against your doorframe. “Listen, Officer. As it happens, I don’t spend my days staring out the window to check if zombies are crawling around. That’s your fucking job to do, not mine. I have studying to do, actually. Exams are coming up. And this is the third time you ask me. Could you tell your team to leave me the fuck alone when you go back? Thanks.”

The cop hesitated before closing his mouth and nodding. “Sorry. Thank you. Have a good day. And if you decide you want to come to the camp, you can contact us—”

“You as well!”

You closed the door with a slam and locked it (out of habit) before heaving a sigh. You were really annoyed, quite frankly. You did have to study, that was right. Since it had been a few months since the explosions in Hyosan, it was not surprising that you’d eventually received an email telling you school had resumed. So the incessant visits from police officers and the military weren’t exactly ideal. It seemed living in a remote area near a place that was literally bombed down, and not having done any effort to leave it or go to the safe zone was considered a bit odd, if not straight-up suspicious. It was understandable, if you were honest. But it didn’t make it any less irritating.

“It’s like you get less and less polite each time they come to ask you questions.” someone said behind you. You sighed and turned around, walking over to your desk and sitting down on the chair.

“Well, obviously.” you exhaled, stretching your arms in front of you. “I’m not exactly free.”

You looked over your shoulder to see Cheongsan leaning on the wall next to the hallway and smiling. You grinned and spun in your chair. “What?”

“Nothing. I’m just happy.”

“You’re an idiot.”

You turned back to your desk with a smile as Cheongsan cursed back at you. You heard him laugh and walk over to you, before wrapping his arms around your neck. He set his chin on top of your head and sighed in content.

“I’m gonna go out tonight. Namra told me the fixed dates for “that” were on the last fridays of each month.” he said quietly. You moved your head up right as he did and stared up at him, smiling. You pet the side of his face and he leaned into your palm, a gentle smile on his lips.

“Okay. Take care when you go out.” you said. He nodded.

“I will.”

You stared at him. He was pretty. He was happy. He was better, now. His wounds had healed, and he looked healthier and more well-rested. You stared at him long, and long enough for you to frown. You spun around in your chair to face him and extended your hand towards him. He instinctively leaned down towards you.

You fixed his eyepatch and tutted, shaking your head. “You look like Kaneki Ken, like this.”

He laughed and tilted his head. “Really? I must look pretty cool, then.”

“Yeah.” you sighed, scoffing a little as you leaned back on your chair. “You look like an idiot who selflessly puts others before himself and somehow pulls off cool shit without getting killed. You are pretty similar.”

He lightly hit your arm and laughed, while you smiled. You also have to eat the way he does, is something you both thought but didn’t say. Turns out, he never did bite you. He said he wanted to when he turned, but never did. He always managed not to. Even when you told him it was fine, that you didn’t mind if it helped him stay alive. But he never did. And eventually, he found alternatives— Thanks to Namra, partially. So it was okay.

Now you lived a life as odd as anyone else’s after this crisis. You lived in your remote little house in the forest, hiding your boyfriend-turned-half-zombie while studying for university entrance exams online. Things were weird, but things were good. You preferred them that way. During the past few months, Cheongsan had told you all about what happened at the school. He’d told you about how he wanted to text you the moment everything went down but he was in the cafeteria and his phone wasn’t with him. He told you about everytime he almost died, and every time one of your friends did. He told you he saw him mom. He told you about Onjo’s dad. He told you why he was injured. He told you, because he needed to tell you. He told you because he needed you to know the reason he wanted to cry. And he cried, and so did you. It felt as painful as it felt relieving. Now you knew about what had went down, but you also knew about the deaths of people you loved and cared about. That was a harsh and cold reality that made you cry despite your preparation for it. Nothing could make you emotionless enough not to react to that. Maybe that was a good thing, but it hurt.

During all that time, you got him new clothes. The bloody uniform was getting a little old. Despite the memories it held, he refused to throw it away. You understood. Maybe it was because it held that many memories that he wanted to keep it. So it sat quietly in the middle of his clothes.

He got an eyepatch, too, to cover the scar. He kept going on about how cool he looked and you’d always insult him in return. He couldn’t even put it right, this idiot. It got you smiling.

You and Cheongsan had always loved each other. He’d finally told you when your last day at school came around, giving you his nametag as he cleared his throat and tried to confess. So you gave him yours and only grinned as you left the school. You texted a lot before everything happened. You’d only then realized how lonely you felt without his texts and calls. Your friend texted you too, before. But… Things happened.

Cheongsan asked you out, too. You thought it was dumb, and that you two were practically already dating at this point, anyway. He insisted. So you said yes. It was nice to think about. Cheongsan’s my boyfriend, you’d think, then smile like an idiot. It wasn’t so bad to make it official.

Cheongsan was alright, and so were you. That was all that mattered. Things were okay.

[iheartcake123]

Hello there <3 i would like to request a fanfiction of Joon yeong aouad x reader where they both are dating <3 of course if you want to make one, thank you <3

hiii <3 i decided to do some headcanons heheh and a short imagine but i wasn’t too sure if you wanted a fic before or after the zombie stuff happened so i just decided to do one of before, i hope that’s okay :)) enjoyy

dating joon-yeong:

•you’re both always studying together

•petty arguments over math problems in which he is usually right

•a go to for dates it at an arcade where he wins you prizes

•doesn’t show it often but he’s VERY protective of you

•he’s not that into pda but is willing to hold your hand if you beg enough

•he’ll walk you to all your classes 20 minutes early (he can’t be late for his classes)

•gets jealous a lot so he needs reassurance at times

☁️lion-oh joon-yeong☁️

warnings:none

Masterlist

-3rd person p.o.v-

“just admit it, you can’t get the stuffed lion” y/n laughed at her boyfriend who was focused on trying to win a prize from the claw machine in front of them.

“you keep distracting me!” he complained as the claw completely missed the stuffed lion he was trying to get.

“you’ve already tried ten times..just give it up and accept your defeat” y/n teased him by patting him on his back like a dad.

“yah! just watch im going to get the stupid lion” he fired before inserting some more money in the machine.

y/n couldn’t stop her laughter as she watched him continually attempt to get the lion. he was getting closer but every time the claw would pick it up it would soon drop it back to its original position.

“ah! so close!” he yelled at the machine before kicking it.

“joon-yeong let’s just try another machine okay?” y/n had finally calmed down and attempted to get her boyfriend to move onto something else.

“no. im getting that lion no matter what” his eyebrows were furrowed and y/n suppressed her smile.

“okay, let’s stay here then” she nodded her head and joon-yeong continued to insert more money.

eventually, y/n grew tired of watching him lose over and over again.

“that’s it…im out of money” he sighed and pressed his forehead against the machine “i just wanted that lion…”

“it’s okay, you still have that frog you won from earlier” y/n reached into her bag and pulled out the frog before pushing it into his face, acting like the frog was giving him kisses.

“you can name him if you want” she smiled as joon-yeong moved his head back and took the frog from her.

“im going to name it poco” he gave in, a smile appearing on his face.

“well.. i think poco is saying he’s hungry so let’s get some food? it’s on me” y/n kissed joon-yeong’ cheek and he nodded.

“i can do with something to eat” he smiled brightly as y/n and him began to walk out the arcade.

as they approached the exit joon-yeong quickly realised that he had forgotten his bag.

“i’ll be right back, okay?” he quickly rushed back to the machine to grab his bag.

y/n stood outside of the arcade playing with her sleeve while she waited for joon-yeong to return. after a couple of minutes he returned, a scowl on his face.

“what happened?” y/n questioned looking down at his hands “did you get you bag and was everything in it ?”

“i went to get my bag and some stupid kid won the lion on the first try” he scrunched his face his up in annoyance.

y/n stifled a laugh as she took her boyfriends hand in hers.

“i told you to give up!” she then smiled before dragging him down the street to a food place as he constantly complained.

[angsthology]

hi! can i please request angst with gyeongsu where instead of him turning its the reader? tysm is advance!

AH NO, THANK *YOU* i have actually been meaning to do something like this (again) but i keep forgetting abt it ha. anyway i hope this lives up to your expectations, thank u ily (u probably wont love me back after this, its ok) <3

Do it for me and for you | Han Gyeong-su

warnings; aouad canon typical violence, lee na-yeon (yes she is a warning), denial, angst, really bad really rushed (eh, kinda) writing. tell me if i miss anything. — 1.8k words

pairings/characters (in order of appearance); best friend!lee su-hyeok & gn!reader, lee cheong-san, park sun-hwa, lee na-yeon, gn!reader/han gyeong-su.

disclaimer; please keep in mind that english nor korean is my first language so I do apologize if there are any mistakes and/or such, feel free to correct me if im wrong.

a/n; i went through not one but THREE drafts before deciding which one was the one im feeling... (and i still hate it) im so burnt out you guys this is word spew. im also bad at titles ... if u havent noticed (changed the last one bc didnt rlly fit)

“Push it! Just push it away!”

You watched as Su-hyeok struggles to keep the zombie away and push it off as it kept dangling and holding on like it had the will to live (it did but, well, y’know).

You debated on what you were about to do, but what else can you do, no one else was going to have the initiative to help.

Exhaling a breath and bracing yourself, you exclaimed, “Out of the way!” Thankfully, said boy noticed you on time to move his body away from the window, giving you the perfect aim. The bottom of your sneakers collided with the undead’s chest, giving enough force and letting it fall off the rope (hose?) and onto the ground.

Unfortunately for you, that much force has led you too far out the window. Somewhat losing control, your right leg kept moving forward and dangling itself out the window, some shards of glass from the broken window cutting your thigh. You yelped in surprise as you almost followed the zombie to the ground. Now with half of your body out you panicked even more with the pain on your upper thigh, “A little help here, for fuck’s sake!” your panicked complaints seemed to bring your friends back to reality.

Thankfully, Su-hyeok – being the closest one to the window – caught your other leg that was still inside, holding onto your sneaker with strength. You let yourself breathe for a short while before feeling your shoe slipping off (which made not only you but everyone else panic).

“Bare-su!” you scolded.

“Sorry!” he frantically apologized, grabbing a hold of your leg properly as you kept dangling by Su-hyeok’s grip and that only (not that you didn’t trust him, you did, but he was bound to get tired soon). Then the boy looked back at the others who just stood there stunned, “Stop standing there! Help me!”

That seemed to bring the rest back to reality (again, sigh) and running up next to Su-hyeok and grabbed onto your leg and slowly pulling you back in while some of the others removed the shards of glass away so you could get back in safely. When your body was finally within arm-length, Cheong-san grabbed your arm as he helped you in while the others tell you to be careful and watch out for glass.

Finally, you landed back safely inside, letting yourself breathe.

“You alright?” you heard someone ask (you couldn’t bother to see who it was).

“Yeah, sure, why not.” You answered breathlessly.

Your mind was far too occupied by the pumping adrenaline in your body to notice any injuries but luckily your friend paid attention enough, “Ah– you’re bleeding!” warned Gyeong-su.

You looked up in exhaustion, “Huh?” the boy pointed at your thigh, the fabric of your uniform split and blood seeping through it, making the already dark green color even darker. “Oh.” Was all you could say before you feel yourself blacking out.

Almost.

You felt hard slap on your face before you could fall into the unconsciousness.

“Su-hyeok!” scolded Ms. Park.

He only stared back at the teacher, “They were about to pass out!” he reasoned poorly.

“That didn’t mean you could hit them!”

The group was about to argue further when you groaned, “Bare-su-ah, I’ll kill you.”

His eyes snapped to you, “Ah, neo ttong-gae, your ass would’ve been splattered on the ground if it weren’t for me.” He cursed.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” you managed to gather your energy to get yourself up—and stumbling—with the help of your friends. Then you paused, looking back at Su-hyeok, “Did you just call me a butthead?” said boy looked back at you then giving you a sarcastic smile.

Everyone seemed to get on with their own things after that, seeing as you were pretty much back to normal (after hearing the multiple curses that were exchanged between you and Su-hyeok). But of course, she was just paying attention to every detail.

“Hey,” you heard her voice coming from your far right as you were grabbing something on the table while snickering over something—probably very stupid—one of your friends had said. You looked up innocently to that skeptical, irritated, and not to mention disgusted look she always had when she’s addressing some people (you included).

“Yeah?”

“Were you bitten?” her voice surprisingly calm—yet irritating still—which still didn’t mean any good.

You couldn’t help but scoff — of course she was going to focus on that factor instead of expressing her gratitude to you for saving not just her, but everyone’s lives. No ‘thank you’ or ‘are you okay?’ (In a way that she actually cares about your well-being and not just the future of hers being at stake).

But you knew her well enough to not press onto that further and make her make it a bigger argument than it’s supposed to be (which itself was going to be pretty big considering who she was the one who started it—and, you know, typical Lee Na-yeon behavior).

“You’re welcome.” You said smugly with a forced smile playing on your lips.

She whined in annoyance, “Were you or were you not, bitten?” she insisted.

Before you could say anything, another voice came in defense for you. “Yah—can’t you be grateful for once in your life?” you turned around to see Gyeong-su already standing behind you, his eyes flared with anger (that he tried to reduce to a minimal—and failing). “They just saved your life, least you could do is show some gratitude.”

Na-yeon rolled her eyes at the boy, “I’ll show some gratitude when they don’t turn and kill us all.”

You cleared your throat, “Okay then, go ahead; time and place are welcome.” You said smugly while leaning against the table.

She rolled her eyes then pointing at your leg, just above your ankle.

You were beyond annoyed by her but you couldn’t help check what exactly it was that she saw out of curiosity.

Unfortunately, she was right.

All of your emotions quickly dissolved into one of worry and horror.

“Y/N–”

“No.”

Your voice was low, hands shaking as they raised, your eyes scanning over them as if looking for something else — nothing. Only the visible anxiety that made itself present in the form of you quivering hands.

Your feet only moving itself backwards, slow steps as everyone stared at you with worry.

It was silent for a good few moments. You can hear someone inhale sharply, almost saying something—but they were quickly cut off by you.

“I should go.” Your voice shaky but firm. Shaky at the fear that was creeping upon yourself, firmness of your truthful statement.

It was true, you were scared shitless for yourself, but you knew there was nothing else you could do but leave. You didn’t want to hurt anyone—though you probably will after you’ve completely lost your mind, but if you leave now, you would at least not have your last memory of all of your friends staring at you with fear, you will also have the least peace of mind knowing that your friends would be further away from your soon-will-be deathly grasp.

“Y/N—”

“GET AWAY FROM ME,” you snapped, tears that were pooling your eyes, dropped slowly. Looking up, you saw the one person who you’d rather have the farthest away from you right now. His eyes held sadness like your own, soft brown eyes turned weak, the liveliness and playfulness they once held turned to sorrow. Your eyes never left his, you can feel the guilt creeping up on you at the tears that slowly collected in his eyes. “I’m sorry…” you mumbled to all but him.

He wanted to say something, anything. But the thought of opening his mouth only brought a sob up his throat. He couldn’t breathe, his unsaid words were choking him, anything that comes up feels like bile. His eyes stung as he held back the waterfall that could eventually make him combust. He felt hopeless—he was hopeless. You were standing there in front of him with so much guilt in fear, he never imagined seeing you like this.

His actions moved faster than any of his words can.

The boy moved in a quick, swift motion, grabbing ahold of you in his arms before you could protest (alas, you still did) and hold onto you like you were his lifeline—and you are (or, y’know, were), as he is to you. You hated the fact that he was this close to you. He was too close. Way too close.

You were practically dying in his arms as minutes passed, you still fought his grip but he didn’t budge. He doesn’t let you go. He never wants to. Even if it’ll kill him.

He loves you. Every part of you. Even the parts that’ll eventually kill him.

But you couldn’t have that.

As said before, he was your lifeline. And you can’t have the gruesome thought that you had killed your lifeline. That was the last thing you would ever want—even if it was the first thing he would want.

Feeling the liquid metallic drip down your nose, you gathered up all the strength you had—which surprisingly increased after getting bit—and pushed him away. You wouldn’t dare look up, knowing the sight would break you.

“GET THEM OUT NOW!” yelled the pink-cardiganed girl once more. No one even had the energy to tell her to shut her trap, they were all busy processing their own emotions. No matter how many times it’d happened, how many times it will happen (God-forbid), watching one of your friends slowly lose themselves will never be easy, and it’ll never get easier.

Eyes were stained red, though yours for a whole different reason. Su-hyeok and Cheong-san took the initiative to get a grip on Gyeong-su who was ready to bolt towards you and encase you in his death-grip.

You could feel yourself shut down one by one—you felt yourself losing yourself.

Your feet manage to take slow steps backwards towards the broken window, your hands fell at your back, looking for the frame, not even bothering the sharp edges of the broken window.

No one tried to stop you—well, no one else did.

“Y/N-ah! C’mon, you’re fine, you don’t have to do anythi— LET GO OF ME,” he fought and fought to get out of the two boys’ grip, but they—well, Su-hyeok mostly—were much stronger than him. “Don’t be stupid, come on! You’re okay, why are you doing this?” his words became more choked as he begged for you to stay.

Your heart broke at every. Single. One of them.

Lowering your head as you still faced out the window, you shut your eyes tighter at the tears that pooled.

You can feel yourself turning again.

With a shaky voice and a dying heart, you ignored the begs of the person you love most—and will always love. “I’m sorry everyone, stay alive, yeah? Do it for me—or not, I’m not your boss.” You chuckled a little, “This is where we part ways; see you in our next life, I look forward to meeting you all again.” A small sad smile crept into your face for the last time before falling into your imminent death.

You heard a loud scream of anguish as you fall, sooner or later fading with everything else.

[bbyvoolin]

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[allofusaresimping]

Hi y’all, I’m back! I got locked out of my account cuz stupid me forgot the password AND email…damn. But anyway, since AOUAD is coming back for another season, I’m all here for it! I’m a little rusty on the characters but I’m rewatching it as I type! Here’s just a reminder of my rules and what I write, etc!

THIS LIST OF CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR IS LIMITED RN BECAUSE I NEED TO GET ACQUAINTED WITH THE SIDE CHARACTERS AGAIN.

Who I write for (boys) (for now)

* Suhyeok

* Cheongsan

* Gwinam

Who I write for (girls) (for now)

* Nayeon

* Namra

* Onjo

All characters are aged up!

What I write about:

* Smut

* Fluff

* Angst

* Or all of the above ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

* Fem! Or GN! Reader ONLY, no Male!Reader because I really don’t know how to write as a dude T^T

* Character x Reader

* Character x Character

Feel free to request anything! I’ve missed this fandom so much ;-;

[asleeplessren]

Keep Going

(AoUAD fanfic)

Jang Wujin x OC

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Hari was sleeping soundly, barely audible breaths escaping her. In the opposite corner of her room lay the fitful form of Minha. Unable to lay still, constantly shifting, Minha was the opposite of her roommate. Every few seconds a whimper would fall from her lips, the sound being exactly what drew Wujin to his older sister's room in the first place. He hadn't slept at all, despite the house going dark hours ago. He'd been feeling guilty.

All day, he was able to ignore the feeling; picking on Daesu, jegi with Joonyeong and Baresu, passing notes in class. The first crack came as he walked off campus with his friends. They shoved each other around and threw playful threats at one another, but none of it was enough to stop his gaze from landing on the gym. He could hear sneakers on the wooden flooring, the distinct slap of volleyballs hitting the ground, players yelling commands to each other. Minha was in there, and she'd probably still be there when the sun fell. He immediately remembered seeing her smile fall earlier that day. And how quickly she covered it. Only for it to grow into a grin when she left him.

He'd spent the better half of the last year tiptoeing away from the older girl. There were too many misunderstandings. She didn't know that skinship wasn't common here, or that multi-gendered friendship had certain rules. She was so free, and it was easier to let her be free somewhere else than to stifle her. He liked that she laughed often, that she used to play with his hair when he was sick, or that she wanted to play video games with him all summer. She would always wave at him when he showed up to games, she always included him in conversations with seniors if he was there, and she never gave up.

He'd felt even worse when he got home that night, and her shoes were missing from the entryway. She was still practicing, even now with the sun long gone. She'd be walking home alone. The guilty feeling tripled when dinner came around and she was still gone. He tried to sneak a look over Hari's shoulder as she texted Jiwoo, but Minha's name was never mentioned.

And then she walked into the room. He was so relieved. But she looked so tired too. Guilt cemented his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

Now though, he could hear Minha having a nightmare. He wanted that guilty feeling to go away, and he wanted her to sleep for her match, so he moved as quietly as he could into the girls' room.

Minha gasped awake. She felt only cold fear in her veins. Heart beating wildly, sweat gathering along her hairline- she felt clammy and on edge. She couldn't breathe. And then she locked eyes with Wujin, and her breath was gone.

Wujin's face was right above her, his hand moving in front of him in a shushing motion. Minha's breathing was still heavy as she looked lost. He gestured towards the faintly snoring lump that was Hari.

Minha nodded in understanding and tried to shoot him a questioning glance and get ahold of the way her lungs were burning.

Wujin only shook his head and pulled her out of the room, the girl stumbling slightly. Her vision was limited both by the darkness and the way her eyes couldn't focus on anything. The feeling of Wujin's hand wrapped around her wrist was her only anchor as she struggled to find her feet.

As the door shut softly he paused in the hallway, looking to see if his parents had stirred. With no tell-tale sounds outside of Minha's short gasps, he turned back to her, "you were having a nightmare. I didn't want to wake Hari."

At the mention of her nightmare, Minha froze, suddenly seeing the images across her mind again. It was fast, but she could feel the same fear sweeping through her. She didn't notice that she had tears building up in the corners of her eyes as she zoned out, the violence of her dream pulling her back in.

"Minha?"

She startled back into the present; Wujin.

Before he could blink, she pulled him into her arms. His entire body was burning, on instinct seeking out any other eyes, making sure nobody was witnessing this. Warm hands gliding across his skin, too fast to linger for long, but insistent in their search.

"Wha-" he tried to push her off, especially as she specifically started pulling at the hem around his neck, frantic hands feeling for something. She needed to check.

"You're ok," she whispered to herself in such relief that he stopped pushing.

"Are you? What did you dream about?"

Minha rested her head on his shoulder, boneless now that fear wasn't driving her actions, and answered in the tiniest voice "monsters." Her hands still sat on his shoulders, seeking the comfort of knowing he was ok.

Wujin began leading her toward his room, not wanting to wake anyone up, "did they get me or something?" He chuckled lightly, hand ghosting across her back, ushering her into the room. She seemed so fragile, even as he reminded himself that this was the same girl that could dominate a court and commanded the admiration of others with simple words of encouragement.

He felt her shudder, "I couldn't stop them." These words didn't hit him, it was just a dream after all.

He pulled her to sit with him on the bed, their backs up against the wall, shoulders touching, "that's because you're tiny."

She shoved him weakly, "I might be a little short, but I'm still strong. And fast. How else do you think I became an ace?"

Wujin smiled, successful in changing the topic, "Don't your teammates just launch you at the ball?"

This time she pushed him harder, "Yah!" The boy fell sideways.

He laughed, regaining his balance, "Ok, you're strong!"

She giggled, finally having caught her breath, "Don't you forget it."

He nodded as they fell silent again. This was comforting, being like this again. When he was at home, and it was dark out, just the two of them, he could pretend that he was just a middle schooler, hanging out with his new host sister; back when she had nobody else to talk to and he had nobody to impress other than her. And he could pretend that they were the only people in the world. Even now, he felt like he had fallen into a dream. Maybe he was imagining it all. His pajama pants grazed the side of her own, pink and girly, such a contrast to the athlete that wore oversized jackets (that he suspected belonged to him sometimes).

"Wujin," she sounded tired. Her head dropped down, away from him, but she rallied upright.

"Yes?"

She yawned and closed her eyes, head tilting backward this time to rest on the wall, "I'll save you from the monsters."

And suddenly she was out like a light. He chuckled softly, moving her to lay down; she had a big game tomorrow after all.

"I'm sure you will, noona."

He grabbed a pillow and an extra blanket from his closet. He could sleep on the floor for one night.

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Hari was no-nonsense today. She'd herded both of her wards all the way to school long before the late call, warning Wujin to not sneak off campus just to walk in with his friends. She had enough to focus on today, and his ability to not goof around with his little buddies was not going to help. The teenage boy rolled his eyes, "Noona, shouldn't you be leaving soon?" She raised a hand to smack him, failing as he dodged her and winked, "too slow!" He grinned cheekily at his older sister but made sure to wish both of his sunbaes luck before walking off.

The older girl smirked as she watched her slightly younger friend stare after him, "maybe if you ask nicely he'll give you a kiss for good luck." Hari took deep pleasure in how quickly Minha's cheeks turned red.

Gasping and trying to smack Hari's arm, Minha just knew her ears were red too, "Unnie! You can't just say that to me, I gotta have a warning!"

Hari's laughter was loud as they walked together, "What? No such warning exists."

"Still," Minha whined next to her, "you know how much it shocks me when you mention it!"

Weaving her arm around Minha's shoulder, Hari smirked again, "Imagine how shocked I was when I figured out your crush. On my disgusting little brother too. You're like a cougar."

If it wasn't embarrassing enough, Jiwoo sidled up next to them, wrapping an arm around Hari, "She's a cradle robber!"

"Not you too!" Minha glared at her sister and friend, "and I'm not either of those!"

"Sure," the girls cooed in unison.

"I mean it. I just like being around him, ok? And," she pointed at them, offense painted on her face, "I was born in December. I'm barely older!"

The older girls shared a look before looking back at Minha, "Sure!"

Minha pulled her hood over her head to block the two girls out and hide how red her face had become. She still remembered the day Hari found out about her feelings for Wujin. She'd joined Minha and Jiwoo on a trip to the movies- a rare allowance for the girls as they were expected to constantly be honing their skills. It was a rom-com, and while normally it would have been fun for Minha, Jiwoo spent the entire time poking her in the side, as the lead looked similar enough to Wujin. Hari finally added up the facts when Minha pounced on Jiwoo's back on their way out of the theater, whispering harshly (and much louder than intended) to stop "or Hari will figure it out!"

Hari was thrown off at first, but it was also such a cute possibility that she couldn't resist teasing Minha. In Hari's opinion, Wujin was a little bit of a brat sometimes, but he was also dependable and encouraging. She'd never heard her brother complain in the ten years that she'd been the center of attention. He'd only ever been supportive of her dream, and that only doubled when Minha moved in with them. If anything, Hari was rooting for her surrogate sister. At least this way, she might eventually be a real sister. That was getting ahead of herself though, and more important things were at hand.

"Play a good game today, ok?" She wrapped her arm around Minha's shoulder once more as they got close to their separation point.

Minha, still buried in her hoodie, nodded, "I always do."

Hari laughed and gave her one last squeeze, "I know. Just play honestly, play hard, and don't give up."

Jiwoo soon slung an arm over Hari, "Same goes to you, unnie." Once Hari bowed her head in agreement she continued, "and when we all get back, we'll go get pork belly!"

The other girls chuckled; it was always about food in the end with Jiwoo.

Minha pushed Hari off of her and towards the Archery Center, "Go! You're gonna be late. Make me proud!"

And the girls went their separate ways. All hopeful, but none of them prepared.

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I know! Where are the zombies??? We're almost there! Was this chapter fluffy on a day that happens to be full of heart-shaped stuff? Coincidence (mostly) But the next part will be up soon!