#onjo

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gwi-nam smut....😈

JUST A DREAM — gwinam x fem!reader

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! LADIES one at a time.. im only one sexy woman.. but since y'all asked so politely (and 10 times in my inbox) here is your GWINAM SMUT.. also i'm so sorry if i haven't gotten back to you but rn based on requests i'm also writing a gwi-nam fluff and a thg story! plus updating cheong-san fic tmrw prob idk whenever i feel like it okay?!?!?!

y'all know the smut gonna be good when you never even HEARD of the warnings (i didn't know the names of the kinks until i googled them)

tw: somnophilia, dom!gwinam, sub!reader, humiliation, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, begging, p in v, oral (f receiving), begging, hybristophilia, hair pulling, slapping, creampie, no use of y/n (though no name or features are described).

as always, you're responsible for the media you consume. read if u want, don't if you don't.

wc: 2.3k

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

The hours had dragged on, each second thick with tension. One moment, you and On-Jo had been sitting close, sharing a quiet laugh as she nervously gushed about Bare-Su. Her voice had been light, teasing, but there was something raw in the way she spoke—something unspoken between you, an energy you couldn't quite place. Then, without warning, the world had shattered around you. The laughter faded into the harsh reality of your classmates turned monsters—feral, mindless creatures, chasing you down with a hunger you could feel deep in your bones.

The panic had set in quickly. The hallways had become a maze, the sound of shuffling footsteps and eerie growls echoing around you. You’d lost On-Jo, lost track of everything. Alone, terrified, you had found a classroom to hide in, slamming the door behind you, and for a brief moment, it had seemed like you were safe. But that security was short-lived.

The zombies had found the door, clawing at the wood, their nails scraping as they drew nearer. You knew you couldn’t stay here forever. The fear gripped you, cold and suffocating. You refused to let it end like this—not after you’d had to kill one of your own. You had to survive.

Taking a deep breath, you checked the door one last time. The sounds of the undead grew louder, and you knew it was only a matter of time before they broke through. Without thinking, you darted out of the classroom, running as fast as you could, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Each step was desperate, each breath labored. Your heart pounded, not from exhaustion, but from the raw terror that fueled you forward.

You spotted the music room just ahead, a glimpse of hope in the chaos. You pushed open the door, slamming it behind you, your back pressed against it for a moment, trying to catch your breath. The quiet that enveloped you felt surreal after the chaos outside. The room was still, untouched, as if time had stopped. The air smelled of dust and old wood, but there was a certain calm to it, a strange peace you didn’t think you’d ever feel again.

You quickly scanned the room. It was empty, save for a broken piano and scattered instruments. In the corner, there was a closet—small, tucked away from view. You moved toward it with quick steps, but then froze. A body lay crushed under the piano, clawing at the air above you in a desperate attempt to eat your brain, a grotesque reminder of the horrors outside.

Shaking your head, you pushed the thought aside. You needed to focus. The last thing you wanted was to think about the things you’d just barely escaped. You moved to the farthest corner of the room, a chair in the corner catching your eye. With a tired sigh, you sank into it, your body aching, your mind still racing.

The room was silent again, and for a brief, fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to relax. Your muscles, tense from the fight and the fear, finally started to release. Your breathing slowed, but it was difficult to let go completely. You hadn’t let yourself rest in what felt like forever. The memories of the chaos—of your friends, of the ones you had lost—were fresh and raw in your mind.

You closed your eyes for just a moment, exhaustion overtaking you. The outside world felt far away, the sounds of the zombies muffled. Here, in this room, you were safe—for now.

And that was all that mattered.

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

A growing sense of pleasure blooming in your cunt snapped you out of your slumber, each sense reawakening. Your eyes shot downwards, the sight of an all too familiar boy filling your vision as he looked up from his seeming frenzy against your now throbbing clit.

Every part of you screamed to run, to get the hell back in that supply closet. It wasn't normal to be awoken by a tongue fucking into your hole, yet something about the far-from-vanilla scene had you gripping the sides of the chair.

"G-Gwinam.. What the fuck are you do..doing?" You stammered out, chest heaving. Your question was left hung in the air, filling the silence surrounding you. The only sounds able to be heard were the sound of his tongue lapping against your clit. The sight was erotic, your hands scrambling to catch a grip on anything, finally settling for his hair. You tugged instinctively, Gwinam's mouth opening in a groan that reverberated against your pussy.

Your legs twitched, nose and brows scrunching as you felt your climax arriving. The coil in your stomach was tightening, like the feeling at the brink of a rollercoaster. "I-I'm gonna.." You muttered out, lips curling into a pleasure-filled frown.

"You better fucking hold it, you slut," He warned, stopping his abuse against your clit. You grimaced, staring down at him as your hips jutted upwards.

His tongue swirled and delved deeper into your hole, two fingers joining his mouth. Your legs shook, hands pulling tighter on his hair.

Gwinam could feel his hard-on rub against his pants, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried not to focus on the overwhelming pressure he felt as you tugged on the strands of his black hair.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore.

"I-I can't.." You whined out as the coil inside you unleashed and broke. The rollercoaster had fallen, and your cum was now spilling out onto your thighs and his face.

He licked and slurped at your clit as you rode out your high, a post-nut clarity washing over you as your eyes widened. You were far too loud, and the zombies would surely come. Without thinking, you pushed him down, stumbling as your legs shook while you tried to make your way to the supply closet.

Suddenly, Gwinam's strong forced pushed you against the wall, forearm against your neck. You attempted to claw at him, but he simply used his free hand to pin them upward. "Where y'gonna run now, huh?" He teased, biting down on your neck, "You don't wanna listen? I'll show you how to fucking listen, whore."

A loud slap emitted, a pink stain echoing against your cheek.

Tears brimmed your eyes, slowly falling down your face as a choked sob escaped your throat. You struggled against him, watching the sadistic smirk plaster on his face, eyes widened as the pupils traced the line of your salty cries.

"Please, Gwinam. W-We'll die." You stammered out, eyes widened as you tried to search for any trace of humanity in his eyes.

You didn't find it.

"You're so fucking hot when you cry." He groaned, pushing his mouth against yours roughly. It seemed he didn't have a care whether you kissed back, shoving his tongue down your mouth.

You wanted to resist, really, you did.

But the way he rutted his hips against you knew that you didn't want anything more than for him to fuck your brains out.

A moan fell from your mouth and into his, Gwinam's grip on your neck finally releasing as he used that hand to pull up one of your thighs. In a synchronized daze of horniness, you both grinded against each other in a desperate attempt to chase your high once more.

He grabbed your arms, dragging you to the window. Your face was pressed against it, breasts smushing against the glass as his hands carelessly fondled your ass.

Gwinam stuck in two fingers, stretching your tight pussy for what was to come. "If you cum before I let you, I'll kill you."

You knew he was serious. You just didn't have it in you to care.

One hand snakes up your back, wrapping around your neck as if he was the serpent and you were the forbidden fruit.

Squeezing, you let out a broken sob, purple bruises forming in the shape of his fingertips. He pressed his hips against yours at your cries, eyes rolling to the back of his head. There was nothing more erotic to him than fucking you while there were zombies mere metres away from you.

Agonizingly slow, he pulled your skirt down. With a huff, you impatiently forced the fabric down, pooling at your ankles. With a raspy chuckle, he leaned in close and pulled your ear lobe, "You just really can't wait to have me cum in you, isn't that right?"

He had you at a loss of words, biting your lip until it bled. Gwinam pulled you back by your neck, back pressed against his hard chest, "Answer me when I talk to you, slut," He warned, squeezing tighter.

With all the might you had left in you, you breathed out, "Y-Yes.. I can't wait.." Hearing your tears behind your words had precum dripping and his cock practically begging to burst.

Knowing he wouldn't last much longer if you both kept up with the constant teasing, his hands finally let their grip off you and to his pants. Your hands now pressed against the glass, your head dropped to avoid the painstaking scene of dead and dying classmates on the field outside.

As Gwinam finally dropped his pants and boxers, he let out a freakish grin seeing your distaste toward the chaos outside. Grabbing your jaw, he forced you to stare ahead as his pink tip circled your soaked hole.

It was all too much. You felt your pussy throbbing as you tried to find any way to make the dominance Gwinam was exhibiting less arousing.

"Watch them as I fuck you, Mouse," He purred into your ear, pushing his hard cock in slowly. You felt him stretch your fleshy walls, a soft groan sounding from both your throats simultaneously, "You wanna be good for me, don't you?"

You nodded with a whine, turning back to look at him with round eyes. He ran a finger across your lips before turning your head back to the window, angling his dick at your entrance.

As per his usual style, he gave no time in letting you adjust, immediately setting his rough pace. Each thrust let out a loud slap that echoed, angering the zombie under the piano further.

Your senses were slowly diminishing until you were just as brain-dead as the zombies—minus the dead part. Your hair pulled back by his hand, the one on your jaw now letting go and squeezing your ass. Though he had now let go of your face, you still remained looking out the window.

You wanted to be good for Gwinam. You were good for Gwinam.

Your emotions built up in your chest. Every erotic and devastated emotion. You wept as you watched the few survivors that made a break for the schools gates get eaten alive, slowly cracking and turning.

"Fuck—I love it when you cry, baby," He moaned, throwing his head back as his pace quickened.

Your eyes squeezed shut, feeling the slight overstimulation only enhance the pleasure you were feeling. Gwinam reached down, thumb instantly finding your clit and rubbing fast circles, matching his perfect pace against your throbbing cunt.

Your hole squeezed against his dick, and he 'tsked', "Don't you think about cumming." You nodded, placing a hand on your stomach. You could feel his dick sliding in and out of you, each time stretching your hole so that it would only ever be the right size for him.

He was marking you as his, and you didn't want it any other way.

Gwinam's hips stuttered, pace growing sloppy and uneven, "I'm gonna cum in you, okay baby?" He growled in your ear, licking a stripe down your jaw and to your collarbone, "I'm gonna make you mine, and you're gonna take my cum."

You felt yourself reaching the edge at his words, soft cries releasing from your throat as all you wanted to do was squirt all over his veiny length.

"Please.. Please let me cum, Gwinam, I'll be good," You whined, rutting your hips backwards against his, meeting them in the middle and bringing you both so much closer to your edge.

He shook his head, pulling your hair and causing a shriek to emit from your throat. He wanted nothing more than to have you creaming all over him, but he knew the pleasure he felt from commanding you was even better.

Gwinam bent forward against you, and he groaned as you reached back and pulled his hair. He grabbed your neck as he felt his high approach, knowing he wouldn't be able to take it much longer.

Finally giving you permission, Gwinam bit his lip, nodding his head, "Yeah, baby. Cum with me. I want you to cum." He muttered almost incoherently, and his approval was enough to snap the coil once more.

Following after you seconds after, you both continued your desperate movements against each other until the ropes of his semen remained inside your vagina.

The floor underneath you was dampened by your shots of cum, legs faltering. You fell against the window, Gwinam grabbing you by your waist and carrying your half-naked body into the supply room.

You were practically asleep as your body fucked-dumb was weak. He lay you on a sofa in the closet, not bothering to cover you up.

He knelt down, licking a stripe in your pussy filled with his cum. He could taste himself, salty and warm, the overstimulation causing your hips to jut upwards as your half-asleep self muttered under your breath.

Gwinam stood up, staring at you for a moment, before turning and heading toward the broadcasting room.

Maybe when you woke up, you'd think it was all just a dream, and would go back to fearing for your life—But the cum spilling out of you made you know that whatever had happened was real—and you knew you would want more.

[slaybinnie]

I'm probably blind and couldn't find the rules so sorry if I mess up!

anyways, can you do a smau for main characters of aouad?? or you can just do your favs if it's too much! :)

I don't really have a specific idea, I just need more aouad stuff so maybe idk reader randomly sending a silly photo of them with no context or maybe one of those 'tiktok trends' like "can I tie a bow around your wrist?" yk, silly stuff. if you have another idea that you'd rather do than I'd take that too!!

have a good day/night<3

All of us are dead main characters when: you say "can I tie a bow around your wrist?" ──★˙🍓̟!!

SMAU (social media au - texts)

gender neutral!reader

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 warnings: nothing just fluff!

note: hey anon <3 I love love love you sm for requesting all of us are dead! and no you're not blind! I don't have a rules page just yet, only whats on my pinned. I def will make one soon though! I hope you enjoy this!

★ Cheongsan

★ Suhyeok

★ Gwinam

★ Onjo

★ Namra

★ Gyeongsu

★ Nayeon

★ Mijin

★ Hari

[justice4gyeongsu]

━━━ 'CHAPTER SEVENTEEN' [WHEN DAWN BREAKS]

SYNOPSIS ➢ locks and chains were made for a reason.

PAIRING ➢ lee suhyeok x male!reader

AU ➢ enemies-to-lovers au!

CONTENT WARNING ➢ this chapter contains; mention of dead person, betrayal, jealousy, feeling of unease, worriness, mentions of bullying, death, depression, some fluff, reoccuring ptsd, mentions of gore, blood, cannibalism [let me know if i missed any!]

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namra bursts up the stairs, every step pounding with urgency, and shoves herself into the restroom. the door slams hard behind her, lock snapping into place. she plants both hands on the sink, knuckles white, breath ragged, teeth grinding so tightly it’s almost painful. her mind screams for something, someone, between them, an ache too sharp to ignore.

she forces her gaze upward, slow and reluctant meeting the mirror. one eye stares back as it should, but the other… the skin around it is sinking, discolored, almost rotting. her body trembles, fingers digging deeper into the porcelain until a sudden crack splinters across the sink’s edge. as she gasps, stumbles back while her chest is heaving fear flashes across her face then something darker swallows it. her hunger hits like a wave, ripping away the last threads of reason. she raises her wrist, hesitates for a heartbeat, then sinks her teeth in. the taste floods her mouth, hot and metallic, and two tears slide down her cheeks.

she can’t remember the last time real food satisfied her - not that she hadn’t tried. she used to eat it, pretend it worked, then slip away to purge it in silence. now, the thought of anything else is unthinkable.

namra waited in silence, the dimly lit hallway a stark contrast to the warmth of shared dinner conversations that had just ended hours before. with everyone retreating to their bedrooms, the creaks of closing doors and muffled sounds of settling into night routines filled the air. utilizing her extraordinary auditory senses, namra picked up on each faint movement, each soft click of a latch securing into place. once the stillness of nightfall enveloped the house, she summoned the courage to step out, her breaths shallow and trembling with an unspoken urgency. needing a reprieve from the closeness of others, she navigated quietly downstairs, avoiding creaky steps with practiced stealth. her intent was clear: the solitude of the roof, a place away from prying eyes and worried glances. there, she sought a moment to herself, not wanting to trouble you or anyone else with the nuances of her inner world.

the night wore on, shrouded in shadows and whispers of unspoken intentions. suhyeok, who had lain awake the entire time, his mind racing with the contours of a clandestine plan, turned to glance at cheongsan, wujin, and daesu. to his knowing gaze, they too were awake, their eyes reflecting a silent understanding. with a subtle nod, their plan sprang to quiet life.

they slipped out of their beds with movements honed to minimize sound, converging in the hallway where the night air seemed to hold its breath. suhyeok began mouthing the details of their mission, his lips forming words that only his cohorts could decipher. together, they padded downstairs with calculated steps, intent on avoiding kyungho's notice. unbeknownst to the quartet, kyungho had followed a similar nocturnal path hours earlier, drawn to the roof after catching sight of namra's ascent. now, on the rooftop, kyungho stood watch under the expanse of night sky, a silent observer to the darkness below.

the four boys navigated through the dimly lit aisles of the lower levels, their eyes scanning every shadow and corner for a glimpse of kyungho. suhyeok led the way, his gaze darting between stacks of snacks and household items, while cheongsan checked behind counters and daesu peered into corners.

wujin kept a watchful eye on the periphery, ensuring no unexpected movements from other parts of the place. however as they swept through each aisle, it became apparent kyungho was nowhere to be seen.

wujin, processing the absence of their target, gestured discreetly to the others. with a subtle nod towards the kitchen area, he motioned for them to head towards the freezer. the others followed wujin's lead without a word, their footsteps hushed as they converged on the cold storage, a place that seemed to hold a significance only they understood.

suhyeok gestured towards a door nestled within the freezer's interior, a door that seemed to lead into a deeper, colder compartment. the boys' eyes widened as they took in the sight of a giant chain and lock wrapped securely around the door handle, an imposing barrier that spoke of secrecy and restriction.

"i told you," suhyeok said, his voice low and grave, as the others exchanged looks of denial mingled with growing worry. cheongsan cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence, and directed wujin to search around kyungho's sleeping area for a key. daesu trailed behind wujin without needing instruction, prompting wujin to roll his eyes good-naturedly at the same-aged boy's propensity to follow without being asked.

meanwhile, in the biting cold of the freezer area, cheongsan and suhyeok's breaths misted visibly in the air. "where is he?" cheongsan whispered, his voice barely audible, as if afraid that speaking kyungho's name might summon him into their midst. suhyeok shrugged, then lightly knocked on the locked door.

"is anyone there? do you need help?" he asked softly, but there was no response this time there was no sound, not even a faint thud or movement from beyond the secured door.

meanwhile, daesu stood guard, his eyes darting between wujin who was rummaging through drawers near kyungho's sleeping area and the rest of the dimly lit surroundings. every 15 seconds or so, daesu would ask, "anything?" his voice low but persistent. each time, wujin would shush him, a hint of annoyance creeping into his gestures as he continued his search for the elusive key. finally, wujin dropped to his knees and began to ruffle through kyungho's sleeping bag with hurried movements. he lifted kyungho's pillow, and amidst the fabric, his fingers found a torn piece of paper a ripped picture of a teenage boy. wujin stared at the image, confusion etched on his face. he hesitated for a moment, weighing his next move, then slipped the picture into his pocket with a quiet deliberation.

wujin shifted a folded blanket lying near kyungho's sleeping area, and his fingers brushed against a small, metallic object. his eyes lit up as he grasped the small key.

"got it!" he whisper-shouted, a mix of triumph and caution in his voice. daesu's face broke into a smile, and he pumped his fist up with contained vigor, trying not to make too much noise. both boys turned quickly towards the freezer door, hurrying back to where suhyeok and cheongsan waited, still standing by the chained door of the deeper freezer. wujin held up the key as he approached, a look of anticipation on his face, and the others watched with held breaths, wondering what lay beyond the locked door.

suhyeok took the key from wujin, his gaze flicking behind them to ensure no one was approaching. satisfied with the clear hallway, he swiftly inserted the key into the lock wrapped around the freezer door's handle. with a soft click, the chain loosened, and suhyeok pulled the door open with a slight creak.

"wait, someone's gotta stand watch outside," cheongsan said, his voice low and serious. wujin nodded curtly, "got it," then without looking at daesu, he slapped the younger boy's arm, passing on the responsibility. daesu looked around slowly, confusion and a hint of unease crossing his face. "me?" he pointed to himself, a nervous gulp audible as he realized he'd been tasked with standing watch outside the freezer door.

daesu hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between the others as he processed being chosen for watch duty. suhyeok, cheongsan, and wujin began to step into the deeper freezer, their movements cautious as they peered into the cold darkness beyond the threshold. daesu lingered outside, positioning himself near the doorway with a mix of reluctance and attempt to look vigilant. "keep an ear out," wujin murmured to daesu as the others vanished into the chill of the inner freezer, leaving daesu to guard the entrance. daesu nodded, swallowing slightly as he listened intently, his senses on alert for any sound of movement or approach in the quiet house.

inside the deeper freezer, suhyeok, cheongsan, and wujin looked around carefully, their breaths misting in the frigid air. shelves lined with frozen goods cast eerie shadows in the dim light, and the cold seemed to amplify the quiet. they scanned the cramped space but didn't see anyone - no sign of kyungho or any other presence. the air was heavy with the silence of frozen storage, and aside from the faint hum of machinery, there was no sound of movement or breathing aside from their own. cheongsan frowned slightly, his eyes lingering on the corners of the small room. "nothing," he whispered, voicing what the others were thinking. suhyeok nodded slowly, his gaze still searching the cold space as if expecting something to reveal itself.

suddenly wujin lost his footing and tripped over a tarp that was bunched up on the floor of the freezer. "shit!" he cursed as he fell hard onto his bottom, caught partially under the rumpled tarp. cheongsan and suhyeok turned quickly toward the sound, their eyes adjusting to see wujin struggling to get up.

as they looked closer, they noticed a foot sticking out from under the tarp wujin had tripped over. "who the hell even puts this in the middle of the walk-way...seriously?" wujin sighed, rubbing his backside as he scrambled out from under the tarp, not yet realizing the significance of what he had stumbled upon. cheongsan and suhyeok exchanged a look, their faces growing serious as they stared at the protruding foot, now the focus of their tense attention.

meanwhile, kyungho was leaning against the wall on the roof, a barrier designed to prevent people from jumping off. his arms were casually crossed, and he had a cool demeanor as he stood next to namra, who had her arms crossed over her chest. kyungho had been talking, but namra had been lost in her thoughts, not paying attention to his words.

"so i know how you feel" was the phrase that snapped her back to reality. she slowly turned towards him, her expression questioning. "..what?" she asked finally, breaking the silence of her thoughts. kyungho turned towards her and laughed at her reaction, his amusement evident. he pointed down to the street below, where a crowd of the undead still lingered. "they seem so stupid from up here, don't they?" he asked with a smirk. "you make any noise, anything at all, and they just follow you all the way home." he laughed again, turning towards namra with a smile. "just be happy you're still alive, namra," he said, trying to comfort her. "and not down there..." he trailed off as namra looked down, her gaze following his implication, "with them."

namra gave kyungho a confused look, her expression a mix of uncertainty and slight disconnection from his words. kyungho ushered them to head back downstairs and inside, away from the rooftop's night air. as they descended, kyungho told namra to get some sleep, his voice casual but with a hint of concern.

namra caught a glimpse of someone running upstairs out of the corner of her eye, but she ignored it, her focus on kyungho's words. she nodded at him as he said goodnight, and she headed upstairs while kyungho laid down by the now empty register counter, a spot that seemed to be his makeshift resting place. as namra headed to her room, she could hear whisperings coming from the boys' room, but they were all talking over each other in hushed tones. she couldn't make out what they were saying amidst the overlapping voices. she decided to ignore it and at least try to sleep, even though she hadn't been able to get more than 2 hours of sleep since she felt like she didn't need it anymore. yet she still tried to rest, her mind processing the oddities of the night.

meanwhile, in the boys' room, the four of them whispered frantically over one another, their hushed voices urgent. "did you put everything back where it was?" cheongsan asked, his eyes wide with concern. wujin nodded frantically, his movements quick. daesu whispered anxiously, "where do we even go? the streets are full of zombies!" cheongsan tried to calm his bigger friend down, his voice a soothing whisper amidst the tension.

"anywhere is better than being trapped here with him," suhyeok answered immediately, his words laced with a mix of fear and determination. "what do we do?" wujin asked, his voice terrified, "he's downstairs," he added, emphasizing the danger of their situation. cheongsan thought for a second, his gaze drifting towards the big window in the room. "we've scaled buildings before..." he trailed off, a plan beginning to form in his mind as the others watched him, their breathing hushed in anticipation.

you suddenly awaken to the sensation of large, gentle hands touching you one on your shoulder, the other on your waist. the hands squeeze softly and then release, a tender touch that pulls you from sleep. "y/n..." a low whisper speaks your designation softly, the voice barely audible but intimate. the whisper makes you turn your head towards the sound, your eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room as you try to focus on who is speaking to you. the touch is gentle, almost careful, and you sense a presence close beside you in the darkness.

you realize it's suhyeok touching you, his hands having awakened you with a gentle grip on your shoulder and waist. you slowly sit up in bed and stretch your legs, confusion on your face. "what's wrong?" you ask, your voice soft from sleep. suhyeok's face comes close to yours, his expression serious in the dim light. "we're leaving," is all he says, his voice low and urgent. before you can react much, suhyeok picks you up out of bed like a bride in a swift, gentle motion, and sets you down gently on your feet, standing up. "what?" you ask a bit louder now, confused by the sudden movement. suhyeok shushes you quietly, his finger to his lips. "I'll explain when we're safe, but you need to change and get your things. wujin's waking up the girls," suhyeok explains in a hushed tone.

you squint in the dim light and look over to see cheongsan by the open window, poking his head out and looking left and right. he's making some kind of rope out of what looks like tied-together sheets or fabric, his movements efficient as he prepares for something.

you quickly grab some clothes and change right then and there, hurried by the tension in the air. suhyeok begins helping cheongsan with the makeshift rope by the window as they discuss something together in hushed tones. "where's daesu?" you ask, looking around and whispering. "in the bathroom as usual," is all cheongsan says without looking away from his task, his focus on securing the rope.

they continue to plan out their next move, glancing down at the zombies below through the window. you've never been more confused in your life - just a few hours earlier, everything had been fine. what could've happened to cause this sudden urgency? you quickly pull your pants up as the wooden sliding door opens, revealing all the sleepy girls and wujin. they come into the room, and instantly everyone looks panicked. "where's y/n?" hari asks quickly, her eyes scanning the room. wujin points to you in the corner, and quickly all the girls come towards you in concern. they're clustered around you, faces filled with worry, but you're so confused about what's going on.

onjo grabs your hands, her grip gentle but her expression concerned. "you okay?" she looks up at you with eyes that are more tired than just sleep, like they've seen more than they should in a short span.

"yes? why wouldn't i be?" you ask, your voice laced with confusion as you look towards namra. namra is talking to cheongsan, and she has a serious look on her face like she's listening intently for something. her gaze is focused outward, toward the window perhaps, and her lips are pressed in a thin line as she nods slightly at something cheongsan says. the air in the room is thick with tension, and everyone seems to be waiting for something to happen, their movements hushed but urgent. onjo doesn't let go of your hands yet, her eyes searching yours for something.

you speak up, "wait, what's..." but before you can finish your question, daesu enters the room. everyone turns quickly toward the door, then feels a sigh of relief as they see it's just daesu. you couldn't get to finish your question, as hari just says, "stay behind me at all times," like the older sister she is. quickly getting frustrated why everyone but you knows something, you quickly betray her words and let go of onjo's hands. you squeeze past the girls to cheongsan.

"what the hell is going on?" you finally ask, which makes everyone freeze toward you. cheongsan opens his mouth to speak but quickly looks back at suhyeok, passing him the responsibility to calm you and keep you quiet. "i told you i’ll explain when we're safe," suhyeok whispered with his hands out to calm you. "yeah, before i knew everyone else knows, so just tell me," you whisper to him with your arms crossed, annoyed. suhyeok's expression is a mix of calm and caution as he tries to placate you without giving too much away in front of the others.

suhyeok sighs at your stubbornness, his breath a quiet exhale in the tense air. "kyungho is not the person you think he is," he says, his words dropping like a stone into the room's growing unease. you look up at him after he speaks with annoyance, your eyes narrowing slightly. "you could use specifics," is all you say, your voice firm with a hint of irritation. he sighs again, "I'm not telling you more until-" but you cut him off, your words sharp with a mix of confusion and frustration. "do you think I'm a kid or something? that I can't handle it?" you step forward slightly, your movement emphasizing your words in the cramped room. the room's filling with tension as everyone watches the exchange. "you know I don't think that," suhyeok speaks more softly, trying not to start another argument with you. his eyes plead for understanding in the dim light.

"he has a right to know," hroryeong finally speaks as she has her arm hooked with onjo now. "thank you," is all you say as you stare at suhyeok waiting, your gaze unyielding as you expect him to continue.

daesu and cheongsan talk about the potential escape plan in hushed tones while suhyeok sighs, his eyes locked on you. "he's keeping a body in the deep freezer," he bluntly says, his words dropping like a bombshell into the tense air. you stare at him a moment, confused. "so?" you say, your tone casual despite the gravity of suhyeok's revelation. everyone is shocked by your question, their faces a mix of disbelief and concern. "so?" suhyeok copies you in shock, his voice rising slightly in incredulity. "it might've been a loved one he lost. people grieve differently," you try to give a reasonable explanation, your words attempting to rationalize kyungho's actions.

"y/n..." wujin chimes in, his voice hesitant. "it looked like..." he pauses to breathe as he looks sick thinking about it. "it looked like he had been...eating him." wujin's words shock you as you blink quickly, trying to come up with yet another excuse for kyungho's actions. the room falls into a heavy silence after wujin's words, the implication hanging in the air like a challenge to your defense of kyungho.

flashes of when you first met kyungho in the bike store come to your mind—moments of him being kind, helpful, and somehow endearing. you can't, don't want to believe he could do such a thing. the memories of his smiles, his help when you needed it, and especially the moments where his lips landed on yours make your hands fly up involuntarily. you begin wiping your lips urgently, a mix of shock, disgust, and disbelief on your face. you sit on the bed nearest to you, looking down in a daze, trying to process the accusations about kyungho. "so he's a halfbie right?" hroryeong asks to confirm, her voice cutting through your thoughts. mijin nods, her expression serious. "he's gotta be, or he's just a crazy ass cannibal," she says with her arms crossed, her words adding to the growing unease in the room about kyungho's nature and actions. the tension in the room thickens as everyone waits for your reaction, the whispers about kyungho hanging heavy in the air.

namra speaks up, her voice low but carrying weight in the tense room. "he told me something weird the other day. he told me the undead were stupid. that they'd follow you anywhere as long as you made noise," she says, looking around at the others as she recounts kyungho's words. then she looks at suhyeok, "all the way home," she mimicked kyungho's words. daesu gasps, his reaction sharp in the hushed atmosphere.

"you're saying...he's been leading these zombies here every night?" he questions, his voice filled with a mix of horror and realization as he looks down out the window. below, many of the zombies are gargling and bouncing off one another, their undead movements grotesque in the dim light. the implication of kyungho's actions—purposefully leading zombies to their location—sends a chill through the group, making them glance at each other with growing fear and suspicion about kyungho's intentions downstairs.

you shake your head, trying to deny the dark picture forming about kyungho's actions. "that doesn't make sense. why would he do that? he's trying to protect us?" you say, attempting to appease the group's growing suspicions and fears. everyone stays silent at your question, then just stares at you with a mix of concern and understanding. the realization dawns on you slowly, like a shadow creeping in. "he's trying to trap us..." you gulp, the words barely out of your mouth as the implication hits you like a cold wave. the group's eyes seem to agree with this new understanding, their faces tense with the thought of being trapped with a potentially dangerous kyungho downstairs, and zombies swarming outside. the air in the room thickens with fear and the urgency of their situation.

the tension in the room spikes as the realization of kyungho potentially trying to trap you all sinks in. everyone exchanges nervous glances, their thoughts racing with what to do next about kyungho's suspicious behavior and the zombies outside. suhyeok steps closer to you, his voice low. "we need to get out of here. now." he says, urgency in his tone as he glances toward the window where cheongsan had been making the rope. cheongsan nods in agreement, checking the makeshift rope's security one more time.

"we'll go across using this. try to get to a safer place," he says, his eyes scanning the group. the girls look scared but determined, onjo clinging slightly to hroryeong. "what about kyungho?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, the thought of confronting or avoiding him hanging in the air. suhyeok's jaw clenches. "we deal with him when we have to. priority is getting out alive."

cheongsan goes first out the window, securing himself on the makeshift rope that stretches to the next building. "if we can get to the next building, we can hop the roofs until we reach the end of the hoard," he explains before he starts crossing. "I'm gonna go first, so I can hook the rope on the next building. you guys just have to shimmy across and hold the rope and I'll pull you into the window." everyone nods, and cheongsan begins to traverse the rope skillfully. onjo goes next, followed by mijin, hari, hroryeong, wujin, and now daesu is going, his movements cautious on the swaying rope. suddenly, as daesu has one foot out the window, namra suddenly shushes you, suhyeok, and daesu. everyone stills, holding their breaths as namra listens intently.

"he's coming up..." she says, her voice barely audible. your heart pangs with a mix of fear and tension as you hear that kyungho is coming up. you stand up straighter with suhyeok next to you, his eyes locked on the door, ready for whatever happens next with kyungho's approach. daesu pauses on the rope, looking back at you all with a tense expression.

[yoyomomiko]

I think I'm gonna start writing for All Of Us Are Dead since season two is coming out next year :D

[unbloomedrose]

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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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Her pov"

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

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

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

Ofc ! That's what a infected person would say

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't go i believe you

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

Shit

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

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

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

I've never seen you here before?..

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

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

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

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

Where do you think you going ?

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Star Crossed - Chapter 6

| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

The Star Crossed Masterlist

My All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist

My Navigation and Masterlist

Warnings: Normal AOUAD things. Word Count: 4,257

Cheong-san plunged the edge of the phone into his left eye and he screamed in agony. While distracted with his pain, Cheong-san followed his instinct and threw him into the mob below.

Please forgive me, (Y/n)...

You had sat in the same spot for about 10 minutes when you decided you had gotten tired of sitting still and needed to move around a bit, even if you just paced back and forth. You’d figured out when you first came in here that the wild piano playing was from a young girl trapped underneath the piano on the other side of the room. She was a zombie, of course, and you couldn't help from feeling bad about how she’d been unable to even have a chance at escaping.

You’d been pacing for so long the wooden floor was starting to have skid marks from your rubber soles on it. You thought of different plans desperately, trying to find one that would be able to get you out of this situation and back to your friends.

Back to Su-hyeok.

You couldn’t believe it when you heard the door open, fearing the worst and not bothering to turn around even when you heard the soft and hesitant footsteps.

“(Y/n)?” The voice said and you swiftly turned around to see Cheong-san there with a hesitant and terrified face. Once he’d realized you weren’t a zombie, his face transformed from one of being terrified to one of extreme relief with a hint of guilt for some reason. He rushed toward you and brought you into a hug that you instinctually returned. He held you tightly in a friendly embrace upon your reunion and you held him back just as tightly, glad that even if you couldn’t completely keep your promise to On-jo, he came out safe and sound.

At least you thought so.

You pulled away and looked him over, turning him around so you could see his back and then back around again when you realized he was indeed safe with no serious injuries or worse, bite marks.

“Oh, thank god,” he exclaimed as he also looked you over to see you were safe. “I was so worried I’d lost you forever there.”

“Yeah, to be honest, me too. I wasn’t sure if I would make it out alive and I have no idea how I was able to make it here without getting hurt. How about you? How the hell did you make it here? I thought you went downstairs?” You interrogated and slapped his arm at his stupid actions.

He took a deep breath before determination set on his face and he stared you directly in the eyes. “(Y/n), I need to tell you something-”

A soft squealing noise from the speakers interrupted him and you both looked at it in confusion. After a few seconds, you heard voices coming through

“Anyone?” A voice that sounded like Joon-yeong sounded out softly.

“I've never done it before,” a voice like Dae-su’s called out and a smile grew onto your face at the sound of your new friends’ bantering.

“Somebody do it. Dae-su?” Another voice spoke, this one more feminine and sounding like either On-jo or Hyo-ryung.

“Here goes nothing… Uh, mic test. One, two. One, two. Cheong-san and (Y/n), are you there? We-”

“What are you doing?” A voice that you recognized instantly as Su-hyeok’s spoke and the grin on your face faded to a small smile of relief. It seemed like so long ago that you had heard him even if it was maybe only an hour ago.

“Hey, (Y/n), Cheong-san, do you hear us?”

“It's Su-hyeok,” you spoke softly and Cheong-san gave you a smile.

“It's Su-hyeok,” Su-hyeok repeated and you and Cheong-san laughed a little at the coincidence. “We'll come to you, so stay put. Got it?”

“Hell no, not happening-”

“Don't come, moron. You're gonna get bit-”

You and Cheong-san spoke at the same time, protesting to the speakerphone.

“I know what the both of you will say, but we can't hear you here.”

“What the hell are you doing, Bare-su?” Cheong-san whispered and you just shook your head as you walked towards the door, looking through the window to see if it was clear.

“So don't go anywhere. Wait for us. You really can't go anywhere, okay? We'll come now.”

Just as you were about to open the door, seeing that there were no zombies nearby for the time being, his next words stopped you in your tracks like a deer in headlights.

“(Y/n). I know you’re stubborn and never take any of my advice, but please. Please stay where you’re at. For me?” He whispered the last part and you leaned your forehead against the glass of the sliding door, debating with yourself on which you would do: stay and wait for the group, or go to them.

You didn’t really get any say in the matter when a zombie suddenly ran up to the door and slammed against it, its blood covered mouth smearing along the glass.

“Yeah, nope…” You concluded and went over to take a seat on one of the chairs in the room. You ignored the rest of what the group was unintentionally saying into the microphone and laid your head down when suddenly On-jo spoke directly to Cheong-san.

“Cheong-san. Please stay still. I know you never listen to me, but please do it this time.”

You saw Cheong-san stop in his tracks from where he too was about to open the door and run out. He walked over to sit next to you and you both sat in a comfortable silence.

“Time for meditation,” a sudden and unfamiliar voice interrupted the silence and you shot up, confused.

Tranquil music started playing and your confusion turned into an amused smile.

“Once again, another fun day at school,” you laughed at the voice and leaned your face on one of your hands while the other wrapped itself around your waist.

“Everyone, close your eyes… and calm your hearts.”

You turned around to look at Cheong-san and immediately bursted out laughing at the annoyed smile he had on his face.

“They couldn’t have picked any better music?” He asked with distaste.

“Aw, come on Cheong-san, you don’t wanna meditate?” You teased and sat on one of the desks with your legs crossed and your hands placed palm up on your knees. “Let us meditate together, my young padawan.”

“You’re so stupid,” he laughed and you pouted at him before falling backwards so you were lying down on the desks.

“Yeah? We’ll you’re just an ultra big meanie,” you insulted childishly and flipped him off which he snorted at.

You suddenly heard a bunch of growling and shot up again, getting back on your guard as you saw dozens of zombies run down the hallways towards the corridor speaker.

“Now that’s why they did it! That’s smart,” you complimented and Cheong-san nodded in agreement.

You sat there for a minute until the door burst open and the group came trampling in.

“Oh, shit,” Dae-su exclaimed as he walked over to where the two of you were and pulled you both in for a hug. “Where were you guys? Idiots.”

“Where's On-jo?” Cheong-san asked worriedly and seconds later the girl came rushing in. “On-jo!” Cheong-san shoved himself out of Dae-su’s arms so he could rush towards her and Dae-su focused his energy on squeezing the life out of you.

“(Y/n)! I never would have thought I would miss your glare so much!” He cried out dramatically and you laughed as you returned the hug, basking in the embrace of a friend.

“How did you guys know we were here?” You heard Cheong-san ask and turned around just in time to see him get kicked in the back of the knees by On-jo.

“I told you not to go! Why don't you ever listen to me?” She complained with a voice ready to start crying.

“Hey, save the lovers' quarrel for later,” Dae-su stopped the argument and went over to help lift Cheong-san up.

“Let's go!” Wu-jin directed, panting to get his breath.

“Where?” You asked, still stuck on how they even knew where you and Cheong-san were.

“We have to get to the roof before the meditation music ends.”

You looked behind On-jo in worry as you didn’t see either of your best friends anywhere in sight.

“Let's go. Hurry!” Dae-su urged but you stopped their movements when you spoke.

“Wait! Where’s Nam-ra and Su-hyeok? They were with you guys… right? Where are they now?”

On-jo looked stunned, just now realizing the same thing as you but you didn’t wait for her to react as you quickly opened the door and rushed outside.

“Where are you going?” Cheong-san anxiously asked as you rushed out.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Dae-su called out after you as both he and Cheong-san ran after your retreating form.

You stopped running and sighed in relief when you saw Nam-ra and Su-hyeok running down the hall, Nam-ra holding her arm in pain and Su-hyeok running behind her to make sure she didn’t fall behind with blood splattered across his face.

“Are you crazy? Don't go by yourself!” Cheong-san commanded when he and the group caught up to you.

Your look of relief vanished as you saw the concern and sternness on both of their faces as they came closer.

“Go in! Go inside!” Su-hyeok demanded and everyone turned around to see the zombies that had once gathered at the speaker were now chasing toward them.

“Shit! Go back!” You yelled.

“They're coming!” Dae-su yelled as he ran back into the classroom, everyone following close behind with Su-hyeok to be the last one there and the one who closed the door behind him.

“They can still see us!” You expressed nervously and speedily ran towards one of the curtains that hung across the wall with the doors in the room.

“Yes! The curtains. Come on!” Joon-yeong told everyone and they all ran to cover the windows with the curtains before pausing to take a deep breath of relief.

Nam-ra ran towards the windows facing the outside and closed those curtains before turning towards where the zombie stuck under the piano was.

“There's a zombie there,” you started as you walked towards her. “Don’t worry, though, it’s caught under a piano, so it can’t go anywhere.”

She nodded and you brought her into your arms for a tight hug. She sighed against your shoulder and you squeezed her harder before letting her go and giving her a tight smile. The both of you leaned back against two desks with your hands interlocked as the group started talking again.

“We can't… go to the roof…” Hyo-ryung stated sadly and your head turned to her. “We're trapped again, aren't we?” Although the sentence was a question, it was stated like a fact.

“There are zombies out there, so…” Su-hyeok started to explain and your eyes locked, you could feel your eyes burn by how he looked at you; with so much pain and regret and guilt and relief that you couldn’t handle it. You smiled at him before turning your head back so it was facing forward. “Let's just think a little.”

“This is so annoying,” you heard Nam-ra whisper irritatedly from beside you and you rubbed your thumb over her knuckles in an attempt to comfort her while also comforting yourself.

After a few beats of silence, only interrupted by the group’s heavy breathing, Hyo-ryung suddenly stood up and she looked at you and Nam-ra, horrified.

“Hey. Hey, Nam-ra,” she started and your gaze finally found its way to her face. “What happened to your arm?” She pointed towards your best friend’s arm while backing up. “That's a bite mark, isn't it?”

As everyone started to stand up and back away from the two of you, you just looked down at where her “bite” was and sure enough there was a bite there. Not moving or letting go of her in any way, you just stared at the bite in silence, biting your lip as tears sprung in your eyes and your nose stung.

“No. No, no, no. Please no! I can’t lose you!” You whispered as you begged whatever god was listening to hear your prayers and leaned your forehead onto Nam-ra’s shoulder. Su-hyeok came rushing up to defend her when Cheong-san charged forward with a music stand in his hands.

“No. That’s not it,” he tried to explain but Cheong-san was insistent.

“Move. Step back, Su-hyeok.”

“That's not it, asshole,” Su-hyeok explained harshly again and turned back to Nam-ra who had an arm wrapped around your shoulder to comfort you.

“Tell him. You weren't bitten by a zombie,” he begged her but she stayed silent. Your tears subsided as you heard him say that and now you just looked confused. “Say something!” From out of your eyesight, Dae-su and Wu-jin had snuck towards you and ripped you out of Nam-ra’s grasp, holding onto you tightly as you thrashed to go back to her.

As Su-hyeok stepped towards you at your cries in order to help, you saw Cheong-san dash forward with the music stand again and you screamed. “No!”

Su-hyeok rushed back to stand in front of Nam-ra and stop Cheong-san from delivering any blows.

“Gwi-nam! He bit her. It wasn’t zombies,” he explained. Your struggles died down in surprise and you just gaped at him in a state of shock.

“Who?” Cheong-san asked in confusion.

“Gwi-nam. The bully.”

“Yoon Gwi-nam?”

“Yeah,” Su-hyeok confirmed and Cheong-san turned to Nam-ra.

“Nam-ra. Did Gwi-nam really bite you?” She shot a glance at you but you didn’t notice from how you continued to stare at the boy who brought the heartbreaking and unbelievable news to you all. She nodded slightly.

“Say it clearly,” Cheong-san demanded.

“It’s true,” Su-hyeok had confirmed in Nam-ra’s stead since she was continuing to remain quiet.

“Gwi-nam was bitten by zombies,” Cheong-san told him and he scoffed in disbelief.

“Bullshit.”

“I saw him get bit. If you get bitten by zombies, you turn into one,” he explained what all of you already knew as if Su-hyeok had forgotten it. “So if Gwi-nam bit her-”

“He's not one of them!” Su-hyeok yelled and the zombies behind the curtains started growling louder and banging on the doors and windows. “Gwi-nam wasn't a zombie,” he stated more quietly but still in a stern and convinced tone. “He wasn’t. He literally talked to me,” he turned to Nam-ra for help but she hadn’t taken her eyes off of you. “You saw him. He wasn't a zombie at all.”

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…

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“What?”

Your soft voice cut through the air like a knife and everyone’s attention turned to you where you were still held onto by Dae-su even after you had stopped struggling. Su-hyeok and Cheong-san both looked at you with guilty eyes filled with remorse and regret.

“My brother did this? My brother bit you?” You asked as you looked at Nam-ra and she looked devastated. “A-and he’s… he’s a zombie?” You continued as tears streaked down your cheeks unwillingly. You turned to Cheong-san. “You saw him get bit? When was that? Why didn’t you tell me?” You let out, your breathing staggering and growing uneven as you continued to mentally comprehend all the information that was thrown at you in the past 2 minutes.

Su-hyeok let out a sigh of anger and regret. He couldn’t believe he had said all those things in front of you with no hesitation or tenderness. He carefully walked over to you and Dae-su let you go. Your knees buckled from the overwhelming sensation of your emotions rampaging but Su-hyeok caught you in his arms just in time before you fell. He whispered apologies into your hair as your tears soaked through his blazer despite how your body showed no other signs of you crying.

Nam-ra turned back to look at Cheong-san before standing up. “Are you sure he was bitten by a zombie?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his eyes only flickering away from you for a second to answer her question.

“So I'll turn into a zombie,” she concluded.

“No!” You screamed out and left Su-hyeok’s arms to rush over to her, grabbing her upper arms and squeezing as you looked her dead in the eyes. “You won’t. Su-hyeok said that Gw...” you stopped when your voice broke. “That he wasn’t a zombie, at least not a full zombie,” you turned around to look at the group, specifically at Cheong-san. “I’m not saying you’re a liar but I also believe that Su-hyeok had seen him and he wasn’t a zombie. She won’t turn. She won’t. I know it,” you stated confidently.

Nam-ra grabbed your hand and squeezed it, getting your attention and turning you back towards her. “(Y/n)...” She brought you into a proper hug and you sobbed once. “Thank you… I’ll never forget your friendship,” she whispered in your ear before pushing you away gently and walking towards the classroom door.

“Nam… please!” You begged and she stopped in the middle of the room, turning back to look at you.

“I always loved that nickname,” she turned back around to walk towards the door but you rushed forward to grab her hand.

“You won’t turn. You won’t,” you told her as convincingly as possible before wiping your tears aggressively and walking back towards the group, dragging her behind you as she struggled to free herself from your grip. You elbowed Su-hyeok lightly to continue with his defense and he started immediately.

“She won't turn into one. Don't you trust me?”

“I saw when Gwi-nam got bitten,” Cheong-san’s eyes flittered to you as he spoke and they were filled with guilt that seemed to increase with every pass over your face. “It happened after fighting with me.”

“I fought him, too. Believe me,” Su-hyeok grabbed your free hand with one of his own as he spoke and squeezed three times, the usual thing you two did to non-verbally express an apology. “I know.”

Squeezing Su-hyeok’s hand tightly, you shook him off and dragged Nam-ra over to the window where you yanked open the curtains and opened one of the windows, turning back around to face the group, your hand still holding onto hers.

“There. Problem solved. If she turns I’ll just push her out of the window and none of you will be harmed in the process. Okay? So put the fucking music stand down and back the fuck off,” you told all of them with a sharp glare.

“(Y/n),” Nam-ra tugged on your hand and brought your attention down to her. “You shouldn’t do this.”

You gaped at her, mouth opened slightly in slight disbelief. “Nam-ra. You are my best friend. Like hell am I letting you get away that easily.”

Your slight joke fell upon deaf ears as your serious tone covered it up.

“(Y/n),” you heard Cheong-san say to you and so you turned back to him.

“Back the fuck up.”

He lifted the music stand so he was holding it like a baseball bat and you glared at him, an act that unfortunately had no effect on him.

“I’m warning you, Cheong-san. Don’t come any closer,” you threatened but he just shot you back a glare of his own as his eyes filled with protectiveness.

“Screw you, (Y/n). I warned you first. Gyeong-su was enough, I won’t lose any more friends.”

You took a deep breath before spitting out your words with venom coating your tongue.

“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing we’re not friends. Isn’t it, Cheong-san?”

His glare hardened and he rolled his eyes. “You and I both know that fact has changed over the past day. You’ve made friends with everyone here no matter what you want to believe. We all care for you, which is exactly the reason why I’m not going to let you do this to yourself.”

“Well too fucking bad, because you can’t fucking stop me,” you told him, not bothering to speak about any of the previous things, knowing you would lose that argument.

“Get out of my way,” he demanded.

“Cheong-san, stop it,” Su-hyeok tried.

“Get out of my way!” he yelled again but your hold just tightened on Nam-ra’s hand while you stayed silent.

Su-hyeok pushed Cheong-san away and they started shoving each other when Nam-ra suddenly screamed out, “Stop it, both of you!”

They pushed each other away as both of them turned back to look at the two of you.

“If I feel strange in any way… I'll just end it quickly.”

You wiped away the stray tear that fell from your eyes at her words.

“Sorry, but-” Cheong-san started, about to convey more doubts about her condition until she interrupted him.

“No need to be sorry. I'm actually not sorry, not at all.”

“... sorry,” he continued and looked down in shame.

“Su-hyeok,” Nam-ra called out to him. “Kill me if I turn,” she turned to look at you. “I know you won’t be able to.”

“Hey, wait!” You called to her and tried to yank her back as she hopped up to sit on the ledge of the window but she just pulled your hands into her lap while her free one was holding onto the window frame to support her balance.

After a while, when you were leaning against the window and rubbing your fingers against the knuckles of Nam-ra’s hand while avoiding the eyes of Su-hyeok, you felt other eyes on you. You turned to look at Nam-ra only to see her staring intently at your neck. You smiled sadly as you knew what most likely was happening and not wanting to accept it.

“Nam?”

She grabbed your neck and pulled you closer to her just as you saw Cheong-san rush towards the both of you.

“(Y/n)!”

You turned your body so you were standing in front of Nam-ra to prevent her from receiving the blow, intending to take it yourself. You clenched your eyes tightly and waited for the pain to come but when the sound of the music stand hitting somebody’s body came, you felt nothing.

“Get out of the way!” Cheong-san yelled from behind you and you turned to see him with the music stand still in his hands except now it was broken and the top piece was across the room.

“Stop it!” Su-hyeok yelled at him from his place right in front of you where he was behind you just seconds before, and you finally connected the dots.

Su-hyeok took the blow for you.

Just as Cheong-san rushed forward, intending to strike again, Su-hyeok charged at him and slammed him on his back against a desk while raising a clenched fist in the air as a threat. “I said to stop it!”

“Stupid asshole!” Cheong-san yelled back and punched him in the face, successfully getting him off of him as they tussled around the room. You quickly moved to help Nam-ra as she weakly fell from the window sill and sat her into a chair while the boys fought on the other side of the room.

She breathed heavily and clenched her eyes shut as if fighting off something in her head. You heard different voices yelling over each other as they tried to break up the fight and turned back to see On-jo standing in front of the two of you and Su-hyeok holding Cheong-san back.

“Get out of my way! Let go of me!” He screamed as he resisted.

“Stop it. Are you blind? Look at Nam-ra,” On-jo surprised you as she defended your best friend. “She would have blood on her mouth if she bit her. Does she?” There was a pregnant pause as everyone looked at Nam-ra. “And she's not bleeding, right?” She defended more.

“It's true. There's no wound,” Dae-su pointed out as everyone then looked to you, no blood or wound from a bite anywhere on your body.

“But if Gwi-nam bit her-” Cheong-san started again.

“She's still fine, which means you'll be fine,” On-jo’s eyes shifted down to where he still held tightly to the music stand. “Come on, put that down. Stop being stubborn.”

The boy started to shake Su-hyeok off as he was still holding him. “Let go. I got it. Let go. Fuck,” he groaned.

“Why won't you drop that?” On-jo insisted.

“That's my business,” he told her and she rolled her eyes before turning to crouch down beside the two of you.

“Are you okay?” She questioned Nam-ra who stared forward blankly.

“Why do you care?”

“What?”

“It's just… it’s weird,” you started. “You've always hated us, so why are you suddenly starting to care now?”

On-jo looked down, “Sometimes, I still do,” she looked back up to stare you directly in the eye with an empathetic look. “But what's wrong is wrong.”

“She seems fine. Let's…” Wu-jin voiced after a silence once again settled over the group.

“She would've definitely turned by now,” reasoned Joon-yeong.

“No,” Nam-ra stated and stood up, you following her soon after to help her keep her balance while standing up straight, your hands separating in the process. “I'm not okay. I wanted to bite (Y/n).”

You stared at her in silence with a sad smile, knowing she was right and not being able to refute her words in any way.

“I really did,” she said again, still looking straight ahead, unable to meet your eyes. “I wanted to bite her.”

“Wait, what do you mean by that?” Cheong-san asked stupidly and you would have mocked him in any other circumstance.

“I mean… I wanted to bite her.

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| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

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[michin-naba]

Hello guys,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please help guys,

Thank you.

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

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

[bromasian]

All Of Us Are Dead

A high school becomes ground zero for a zombie virus outbreak. Trapped students must fight their way out or turn into one of the rabid infected.

[bustingformen]

IVE ACTUALLY BEEN SO OBSESSED W ALL OF US ARE DEAD IN THE PAST FEW DAYS LIKE ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY LIKE IVE WATCHED IT ONE TOO MANY TIMES AND I HAVE EP 6 AND 7 MEMORIZED (IN ENGLISH) BUT IVE BEEN HYPERFIXATED ON NAMRA AND SU HYEOK BC THEY MAKE NE SO HAPPY

OMGG I LOVE AOUAD!!! actually watching su hyeok and nam-ra makes me feel smth but i wish we saw more (or get to see more in the upcoming season) of their backstory and how they feel in love!!! another thing is cheongsan bc i bust when i see him 𐙚

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[jovialnutprincess]

Ideias para uma imagine de all of us are dead? Pode ser de qualquer Personagem.

[gigiszn]

hi!! i LOVE ur gwi-nam sm :)

ik he isn’t a great person but he’s just so hot and i’m so glad there’s more ppl writing for himmm😭

i was wondering if you could write some fluff for him? like him protecting the reader but veryyy reluctantly bc he still has to keep up his tough guy appearance yk? bc lets be honest if he’s protecting you he’s gonna make it seem like such a chore😭 and if you dm could you use y/n or reader? i know you don’t like using y/n and stuff so if you don’t want to that’s okay! :)

SEVEN MINUTES — gwi-nam x fem!reader

no i totally agree that he'd see it as a chore.. like in his mind he'd know that he'd literally die to protect you but then when it comes to doing it he'd be all 'yeah yeah i'm only doing it bcs i want to..' it's nice to write him in a fluff, i'm the type of person who always tries to see the best in everyone and what better way than to write about it?

and i totally do not mind writing y/n / reader fics! if that's what the audience wants thats what the audience gets :) <33

here's some gwinam fluff for u babe!!

tw: blood, mentions of attack, mentions of zombies, written in 2nd pov,,

wc: 2.7k

FLUFF!

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To do list for today:

Do laundry? Check. Get to school on time? Sorta-check. Fight off brain-eating zombies?

At this moment, you couldn’t even entertain the thought of checking that box off. You were lying flat on the cold cafeteria floor, your vision blurry as you stared up at the classmate that'd be sure to make you his lunch instead of the gimbap and kimchi. On top of you, the boy you’d sat next to in math just this morning was animalistic, uncontrollable, with blood dripping from his face. He was a still, haunting reminder of how quickly everything had spiraled out of control.

The blood that had splattered across his face was now seeping onto your own, a chilling, sticky warmth that had your stomach turning. You could barely hear the chaos over the rush of your heartbeat, but the eerie groans of zombies and their shuffling footsteps filled your ears. Your mind was struggling to keep up, caught between the instinct to fight back and the cold reality that it might be too late.

Your body felt frozen, unable to move, as if you were stuck in place by some invisible force. The cafeteria was a warzone now—tables upended, broken chairs scattered across the floor, and the grotesque sound of gnawing filling the air as people ran around you. Every inch of your being screamed for you to get up, to run, to do anything, but your legs felt like lead. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. You were just there, waiting for the inevitable.

Then, in the midst of it all, a sharp sound cut through your panic—a grunt, a struggle, and suddenly the weight of the boy who had been lying on top of you was yanked off. Your heart skipped, and you blinked, trying to focus through the haze.

Before you could even react, you looked up—and there he was.

Gwi-nam?

The last person you ever expected to see in this nightmare.

Gwi-nam. Your past. Your confusion. The boy you had once cared for, the one you had loved, but also the one you’d distanced yourself from because of everything he’d done. It wasn’t just the bullying, or the way he made others feel helpless and small—it was how you felt helpless in his presence, like there was nothing you could do to stop him.

But now, there he was, his dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. His chest rose and fell quickly, and his expression was a mix of focus and something you couldn’t quite place.

You didn’t know whether to feel relief or dread.

Without hesitation, he grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet. You didn’t argue, couldn’t argue. There was no time. In a swift motion, he guided you toward the kitchen, moving with a purpose that left no room for doubt. His grip on you was firm, almost urgent, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. The chaos around you had left you disoriented, and for the first time in what felt like hours, you felt like you had a sliver of hope.

The kitchen door slammed shut behind you as you tumbled inside, and Gwi-nam immediately shoved you under the counter, lowering you into the cramped space. You had barely settled when you heard the sound of his footsteps behind you, his body pressing against your back as he slid into place. The tight space left little room to move, but there was a strange comfort in knowing you weren’t alone—not that you could have moved if you wanted to. The air was thick, the stench of decay mixing with the lingering scent of food and sweat. Your heart pounded in your ears, every beat a reminder that time was running out.

Two other figures huddled in the kitchen with you, a boy and a girl. They were breathing heavily, clearly as terrified as you were. You couldn’t tell how many zombies were in the building anymore—too many had already been drawn into the chaos—but the muffled groans told you that they were close, too close for comfort.

You pressed your back further into Gwi-nam’s chest, trying to steady your breathing. The sensation of his warmth against you was oddly grounding, though it didn’t ease the panic building in your chest. You didn’t know if you could trust him, not really—not after everything—but there was no time for doubt now. You just had to hold on, survive, and hope that the world outside this kitchen would make sense again when you stepped out of it.

The zombies hadn’t reached the kitchen yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they found you. The fear in your stomach twisted tighter with every passing second. The kitchen, once a mundane place, had turned into a prison—a place of both safety and suffocating confinement.

You sat there, your head resting against the cold, hard edge of the counter, trying to breathe through the fear that was clawing its way up your throat. Gwi-nam’s breathing was steady behind you, but the tension between you two was palpable. The silence in the cramped space was deafening, broken only by the faint noises from the rest of the building. The zombies hadn’t given up yet. You could hear their shuffling steps, their guttural groans drifting through the walls.

But for now, you were alive.

And maybe that was enough.

You turned your head, feeling the weight of time stretching on for what felt like hours. You had to stay quiet—every sound, every breath, seemed like it could betray your hiding spot. The floor beneath you was cold, your body stiff with the effort to stay still. Slowly, you shifted your body, now facing Gwi-nam, who was focused on the girl next to you. His eyes were intent on her, his finger pressed to his lips, signaling her to stay silent. He was too busy trying to calm her to notice your movements.

You held your breath. The sound of shuffling footsteps and distant groans filled the air, making your heart race in time with your pulse. It was only a matter of time before the undead would find their way under the counter.

As you were about to speak, hoping to get his attention, Gwi-nam’s patience seemed to snap. Without a word, he shoved the girl aside, moving with quick, calculated precision. Before you could even process what was happening, a nearby cafeteria worker—now one of the zombies—lunged at her, grabbing her in a flash. The girl let out a muffled scream, but there was nothing anyone could do. She was already torn into, the floor painted with her ruby liquid.

You froze, a gasp rising from your chest. Your instincts kicked in, and you tried to make a move, to run, to help, but Gwi-nam’s hand shot up to cover your mouth, pulling you back into his arms with surprising strength. His grip was firm, preventing you from doing anything rash.

You could feel his heart beating against your back as he held you tightly, his other hand pressing gently but urgently against your chest. His body was solid behind you, a strange sense of security amidst the chaos. But the sound of the girl’s panicked cries was still ringing in your ears, followed by a terrible silence.

The boy who had been hiding with you had lunged forward in an attempt to rescue her, but he was quickly overtaken by the swarm. His struggles were brief, his fate sealed in seconds. The sounds of his cries were drowned out by the savage growls of the people you'd once called friends.

Everything went still. For a moment, it was like the world had paused, your breath caught in your throat. The cold air of the kitchen felt heavier now, suffocating. You wanted to scream, to break down, but your body wouldn’t let you. Instead, a tight knot of fury twisted in your chest.

You turned to face Gwi-nam, your eyes burning with anger. You slapped his hand away, the sound of it harsh in the silence. "You're still the same old Gwi-nam, even now?" you whispered, your voice shaking with a mix of fear and fury. The words stung as they left your lips, the truth of them hitting harder than you expected.

You grabbed hold of his shirt, your fists trembling with the weight of your emotions. You tugged him closer, your eyes locked onto his. You needed him to understand, to feel how much this hurt. "How could you just let that happen?" you spat out, your voice bitter, almost breaking under the strain of everything that had built up between you.

“Just shut up and stop complaining, y/n!” For a moment, there was nothing but silence, the kind that felt too loud, too heavy. The tension between you both crackled in the air, and you wondered if this would be the moment he pushed you away for good.

Instead, his hands moved slowly, cautiously, as if he was afraid you would break if he moved too quickly. He reached out, pulling you toward him. His embrace was surprisingly gentle, wrapping around you tightly, as if he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.

You froze. You were confused, unsure how to react. For a long moment, your hands hovered in the air, uncertain. Your breath caught in your throat, your body tense with the whirlwind of emotions you were trying to sort through.

Everything inside you screamed to pull away, to resist the closeness, but in that moment, you couldn’t find the strength to do it. Slowly, almost reluctantly, you lowered your hands, your fingers touching his back. The warmth of his body against yours was a strange comfort amidst the chaos, but it didn’t make sense. You weren’t sure if you were angry, scared, or both.

“I would always do anything to save you,” Gwi-nam whispered into your ear, his voice low and sincere, but there was something else there—a weight, a hidden truth behind the words. “Always—Even if it means making impossible choices. So stop whining and just let me fucking save us.”

The air around you grew thick, and for a brief second, the noise of the world outside seemed to fade away. His words settled into your mind, sinking in deeper than you wanted them to. You wanted to argue, to tell him how wrong he was, but the truth was harder to deny than you cared to admit. There was a darkness in this world now—a darkness that forced people to do things they might never have thought possible.

And in that darkness, Gwi-nam’s words felt like a promise. A promise to protect you, no matter the cost.

You squeezed your eyes shut, the weight of everything hitting you all at once. The memories of everything that had come before—the moments of laughter, the shared secrets, the way he once made you feel so alive in a world that now felt so dead—came rushing back. It was all so complicated now. The love, the hurt, the distance. The world had torn you apart, and you weren’t sure if you could put the pieces back together.

You could feel Gwi-nam’s hand tightening at the back of your head, his fingers gently pressing against your scalp as he held you closer. It wasn’t forceful or aggressive, but it was a silent promise, a quiet reassurance that despite the destruction, despite the monsters that now roamed the world, you wouldn’t have to face this alone.

The next moment flew by in a blur. The two first-years who had left the counter—now twisted and zombified—lunged toward you with unsettling speed. He didn't hesitate. Grabbing a metal table, he shoved it toward the oncoming attackers, creating just enough space for you to slip away. His hand shot out, grabbing yours with urgency, and together, you barreled toward the cafeteria window above the sink. Without a word, he hoisted you up, his grip tightening as he pulled you through.

You tumbled into the alley beyond, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your hearts pounded as you ran hand-in-hand, the shuffling footsteps of the zombies close behind. An idea sparked in your mind—a plan, however small. You tugged him with purpose toward the building, the one the two of you had snuck behind every day to escape the chaos of high school life. It was familiar, a small piece of normalcy in a world turned upside down.

The zombies were close—too close—but as you scaled a ventilator and pressed your backs against the cool metal of the machine, they lost your trail. The world felt distant now, the cacophony of screeches and growls slowly fading into the distance.

Time stretched, becoming a slow, agonizing pulse. You lay still, barely breathing, watching as the night swallowed the world around you. Minutes—or was it hours?—passed before you finally sat up, cautiously peering through the shadows. The weight of the silence pressed in around you.

"Holy shit," you muttered under your breath.

Gwi-nam laughed softly beside you, breaking the tension. You both sat in quiet companionship for a while, catching your breath. Your mind spun, but you focused on the immediate task at hand: survival. The conversation meandered, but all you could think about was getting the two of you somewhere safe. Away from this nightmare.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting pale light over the ruined world below, but the time was irrelevant now. Nothing mattered except the here and now. Your breath steadied, but there was an undeniable unease in the air.

"Did you know," you spoke up, your voice surprisingly calm, "when you die, you see seven minutes of your best memories before it all ends?"

He tilted his head, eyebrow raised, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "You think we're gonna die?"

Your lips curled into a half-smile as you shrugged, a touch of uncertainty in your eyes. "I don't know. Maybe."

For a long moment, the only sound was the distant hum of the night. His gaze never left you, searching your face for something, something that lingered between the weight of the world and the quiet comfort of your presence. Slowly, he reached for your hand. His grip was warm against the cool night air.

"You’d be my seven minutes," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper.

You met his gaze, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminating the quiet intensity in his eyes. For a brief second, it felt like the entire world—zombies, the chaos, the desperation—faded away. As you held his stare, the weight of everything that had happened, and everything that could still happen, seemed to evaporate, leaving nothing but the two of you. The shadows of the world around you dissolved, like a fading nightmare. In that moment, the air between you thickened, your breath mingling as you whispered, “And you’d be mine.”

It was as if time had suspended itself, the violence of the world slipping into the background, becoming just a distant memory, a figment of imagination. There was nothing but him, nothing but this fragile, precious quiet. You leaned in, the space between you shrinking, your heart racing in anticipation of something simple yet profound.

Just before your lips could meet, your hand instinctively rose, and with a single finger, you pressed it lightly between your lips, halting the moment. His eyes searched yours, a quiet smile forming at the corners of his mouth. “Save the kiss for when we make it out of here,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper, as though the words themselves might be a secret only meant for this fragile slice of time.

A playful glint flickered in his eyes, and before you could fully process it, he swept you into his arms, pulling you close in a tight, almost reckless squeeze. The sudden closeness caught you off guard, but there was comfort in it—a promise that, for now, you were safe in his arms, even if only for a moment.

“Deal,” he whispered with a chuckle, his voice low and warm against your ear. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and for the briefest instant, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist—just the two of you, holding on to something that felt like hope, something that might just get you both through the nightmare you found yourselves in.

[carnalcrows]

JEALOUSY - SUHYEOK

pairing: lee suhyeok x bottom male reader

synopsis: Fighting zombies is one thing; fighting off your secret boyfriend’s jealousy while your friend crushes on you? Pure chaos.

content warnings: 18+, semi-public sex, anal, voyuerism (?), zombies.

word count: 1.2k

A/N: give me more AOUAD reqs yall!!

The classroom buzzed with a strange energy, an odd mix of fear and camaraderie. Despite the ever-present moans and thuds of the undead outside, the boys managed to find ways to distract themselves from the grim reality. The latest distraction? Wujin’s endless monologue.

"You know," Wujin began, leaning back against the wall with the confidence of someone who definitely thought they were the main character, "if we survive this apocalypse—and I mean if—I’m taking Y/N out for a fancy dinner. Like, steak, dessert, the whole deal."

The group burst into laughter. Dae-su nearly choked on his biscuit, while Cheong-san shook his head with a grin.

"Bro, you can’t even afford steak," Cheong-san teased. "Your wallet’s emptier than the cafeteria right now."

"First of all," Wujin retorted, holding up a finger, "rude. Second of all, Y/N is worth it. He’s got that whole ‘strong and silent’ vibe going on, you know? Like, the kind of guy who could carry you bridal style through a horde of zombies and still look cool doing it."

More laughter erupted, and even you—sitting across the room sorting through supplies—couldn’t help but crack a smile. Wujin was nothing if not persistent.

"You’ve got it bad, huh?" Dae-su said, nudging Wujin with his elbow.

Wujin sighed dramatically, clutching his chest like he’d been shot. "Of course I do! Have you seen him? He’s like... the human equivalent of a survival handbook. Practical, reliable, and ridiculously good-looking. If I had a chance, I wouldn’t just shoot my shot—I’d cannonball into it."

Suhyeok, who’d been leaning against the wall a few feet away, stayed silent. He twirled a metal pipe in his hands, his expression unreadable.

"Y/N’s great and all," Cheong-san said, throwing a glance in your direction. "But don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?"

"Me? Dramatic?" Wujin gasped, mock-offended. "It’s not dramatic to acknowledge greatness when you see it. He’s a ten out of ten."

The group burst into laughter again, but Suhyeok barely reacted. He simply shrugged, his voice calm as he said, "Yeah, Y/N’s cool."

Wujin grinned, turning to him. "Right? I mean, come on, Suhyeok, even you’ve gotta admit he’s a catch."

Suhyeok gave a nonchalant hum, his tone light. "Sure. He’s a good guy." His fingers tightened on the pipe for just a moment before he set it down, his movements smooth.

The conversation drifted to other topics, but Suhyeok’s mind stayed stuck on Wujin’s words. The casual teasing and compliments shouldn’t have bothered him, but they did.

He glanced at you across the room, the corner of his mouth twitching up as you focused on organizing the supplies. You were completely oblivious to Wujin’s crush—and to Suhyeok’s growing jealousy.

Later that night, the group settled down, some asleep while others kept watch. You slipped away with Suhyeok under the guise of checking the rooftop, craving a moment of peace.

As you leaned against the railing, the cool night air brushing against your skin, you sighed. "You know, Wujin’s been talking about me all day. He’s funny, but man, he really doesn’t stop."

Suhyeok leaned beside you, his jaw tightening slightly. "Yeah, he’s got a lot to say."

You chuckled, completely missing the edge in his tone. "He’s harmless, though. Honestly, it’s kind of sweet. I think he—"

Before you could finish, Suhyeok turned and kissed you, cutting you off mid-sentence. The force of it pushed you back against the railing, his hands gripping your waist firmly. The kiss was intense, almost desperate, as if he’d been holding back all day and finally snapped.

You froze for a moment before kissing him back, your hands clutching at his jacket. When he finally pulled back, his lips red and slightly swollen, you were left breathless.

"What the hell was that for?" you asked, your voice low and shaky.

Suhyeok’s eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. "You really don’t know, do you?"

"Know what?" you asked, genuinely confused.

He smirked, brushing his thumb along your jaw. "You’re mine, Y/N. I don’t care who else thinks they have a shot—you’re mine."

The words sent a shiver down your spine. "Wait… is this about Wujin? You’re jealous?"

Suhyeok didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed you again, rougher this time, his hands sliding up your back as he pulled you closer. The kiss grew sloppier, your breaths mingling as his lips moved down to your neck. You couldn’t help but let out a quiet gasp as he nipped at your skin, his grip on you tightening.

Your hands moved to his shoulders, as he trailed down to your pants, pulling them down with a firm tug, making you gasp with surprise.

“Here? What if someone–” he interrupted you with another searing kiss as he tugge your boxers down too, leaving your lower half bare.

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a small packet of lube (magician I tell you), and ripped it open with his teeth. You simply stared at him wide-eyed, wondering where the damn thing came from. Suhyeok merely smirked, and poured the cold liquid onto his fingers, watching it run down to his palms.

He gently turned you around and prodded one lubed finger against your ass, slowly inserting it, with you covering your mouth. He then added one after the other– and soon, three fingers were steadily pumping in and out of you.

Your back arched, pushing forward into the wall in front of you– hands digging into the paint, coming off with flecks in your nails.

Deeming you to be prepped enough, Suhyeok removed his fingers and replaced them with his erection, his pants hanging low at his ankles.

He pressed the tip in– followed by the rest of his length, until he fully bottomed out inside of you. He groaned at how your hole was clenching tightly around his cock– feeling every twitch and pulse.

“Gonna move now baby,” he uttered before pulling out all the way before slamming back in. You moaned at the feeling– almost forgetting that the zombies or your friends could hear you at any moment. 

Suhyeok turned you around to face him– having an almost death grip on your waist. One of your hands tightly clutched his shoulder, while the other covered your mouth so that you wouldn’t let out any noises.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, groaning with almost every single thrust. You felt so fucking good around his cock.

"Suhyeok," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Someone could walk in."

As if on cue, the rooftop door creaked open.

Both of you turned, startled, to see Wujin standing there, his face a mix of shock and horror.

"I—I was just—" Wujin stammered, his eyes darting between you and Suhyeok. "You know what? Nope. Didn’t see anything. Carry on."

Before either of you could say a word, Wujin spun around and bolted, the door slamming shut behind him.

You groaned, running a hand through your hair. "Great. This is exactly what I needed."

Suhyeok laughed softly, still thrusting gently inside of you, "Guess we don’t have to keep it a secret anymore."

"Yeah, and now I get to deal with Wujin thinking I’m a jerk."

"He’ll get over it," Suhyeok said, pulling you closer. "And if not, who cares? You’re mine, Y/N. That’s all that matters."

You sighed, leaning into him despite yourself. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

"And you love it," he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple, before pulling out and slamming back in again with full force– making you let out an almost pornographic moan in surprise.

It was going to be a long night.

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━━━ 'CHAPTER SIXTEEN' [WHEN DAWN BREAKS]

SYNOPSIS ➢ did you know raccoons are very intelligent and agile climbers?

PAIRING ➢ lee suhyeok x male!reader

AU ➢ enemies-to-lovers au!

CONTENT WARNING ➢ this chapter contains; isolation, anxiety, jealousy, feeling of unease, worriness, mentions of bullying, death, depression, some fluff, reoccuring ptsd, mentions of gore, blood, cannibalism [let me know if i missed any!]

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in the depths of the night, the cozy room remains shrouded in darkness, the only sounds the gentle hum of soft breaths and the occasional snores of the sleepers. suhyeok stirs, his body stirring from its earlier stupor, as he's jolted awake by a gnawing stomach ache and a parched throat. he sits up with a quiet groan, his coughing fit a low, stifled sound, as he struggles to clear his dry throat.

disoriented, suhyeok looks around, his eyes straining to pierce the darkness, and realizes that the night is still deep, the others around him lost in their own slumber. he swings his legs over the side of the bed, his movements cautious, as he takes stock of his surroundings. the soft breathing and snores of his companions create a soothing background hum, a reminder that he's not alone in the darkness. suhyeok's gaze drifts around the room, his thoughts foggy, as he slowly recalls the events of the previous night, and the realization dawns on him that he'd had far too much to drink.

suhyeok carefully stands up, his movements slow and deliberate, as he tries to shake off the lingering fogginess. he takes a deep breath, feeling a slight spin, but manages to steady himself. the dryness in his throat and the gnawing stomach ache serve as a stark reminder of his dehydration, and he knows he needs to quench his thirst.

with a quiet resolve, suhyeok decides to head downstairs to fetch a drink, hoping to find something to alleviate his discomfort. he takes small, cautious steps, trying not to disturb the others, as he makes his way to the door. the darkness seems to swallow him whole, but he navigates the room by feel, his hand brushing against the doorframe as he slips out into the hallway. the creak of the door is barely audible, and suhyeok pauses for a moment, listening to ensure he hasn't awakened anyone. satisfied that all remains quiet, he begins his descent into the darkness, his footsteps soft on the stairs as he heads toward the store’s aisles in search of relief.

suhyeok's eyes scan the shelves, squinting in the dim light as he searches for a specific brand of juice that he knows will hit the spot. water won't cut it tonight; he needs something with more flavor, more punch. he opens door after door, revealing rows of chilled drinks, but his sought-after juice remains elusive. the soft hum of the refrigeration units and the faint clinking of bottles accompany his search, but he's starting to lose hope.

undeterred, suhyeok pauses, thinking for a moment as he tries to recall where else the juice might be stored. his gaze drifts to the door marked "employees only," and a spark of determination ignites within him. he remembers that the freezer in the back often holds additional stock, and he's willing to take a chance. with a quiet resolve, suhyeok pushes open the door, stepping into the unknown, as he ventures into the restricted area in search of his coveted juice.

suhyeok tiptoes across the floor, his eyes fixed on kyungho's sleeping form, wrapped snugly in a sleeping bag and turned away from him. despite the dimness, suhyeok's gaze lingers on the back of kyungho's head, his expression twisting into a faint glare. the tension in his body is palpable, but he doesn't linger, instead choosing to continue his quest for the elusive juice.

he pads silently toward the door marked "freezer," his movements economical and precise. as he pushes the door open, a faint rush of cold air greets him, and he slips inside, closing the door behind him. the dim lighting within the freezer forces suhyeok to squint, his eyes straining to adjust. he hugs himself, the chill of the freezer seeping into his bones, as he begins to scan the shelves.

his fingers brush against various containers, and he mutters a soft curse as he mistakes a carton of milk for his coveted juice. "shit," he breathes, his voice barely audible, as he returns the milk to its shelf. undeterred, suhyeok presses on, his determination to find the juice driving him to venture deeper into the freezer.

suhyeok's search for the juice continues, his eyes scanning the shelves as he moves deeper into the freezer. his foot kicks against something on the ground, and he glances down to see a piece of jerky lying forgotten. he kicks it again, his thoughts elsewhere, as he ponders the possibility of finding the juice.

his mind begins to wander, and he can't help but think of you, imagining how you'd be shivering even more than he is, given your smaller stature. the thought brings a faint smile to his lips, but it's short-lived, as his attention is drawn to the deep freezer door.

he remembered sootting it on the first day they arrived. the door is imposing, with a massive padlock and chain securing it in place. suhyeok's curiosity is piqued, as he recognizes the same type of padlock and chain kyungho uses for the front and back doors. he stares at the door, his mind racing with questions, and his hands seem to move of their own accord, reaching out to try the door. he attempts to open it, his movements cautious, as he tries not to make too much noise. the chain and knob jingle softly, but the door refuses to budge. suhyeok stands there, perplexed, wondering what could possibly require such extreme security measures. his eyes narrow, his mind whirling with possibilities, as he tries to make sense of the mysterious door.

suhyeok's attention returns to his original quest, and he begins to scan the shelves once more, searching for the elusive juice. his eyes roam over the rows of frozen goods, his fingers trailing over the containers as he searches.

but then, a soft thud echoes from the direction of the padlocked door. suhyeok's movements freeze, his head swiveling back towards the door. he stands stock-still, his ears straining to discern whether he actually heard the sound or just imagined it. the thud was so faint that suhyeok can't shake off the feeling that it might have been just his imagination playing tricks on him.

his gaze lingers on the door, his mind racing with possibilities. he waits, holding his breath, wondering if he'll hear anything else. the silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the soft hum of the freezer's machinery. suhyeok's eyes remain fixed on the door, his senses on high alert, as he tries to determine whether he really did hear something or not.

suhyeok's attention is now fully focused on the door, his curiosity and concern piqued by the second, louder thud. he quickly walks over to the door, his mind racing with the possibility that someone might be in distress. he knocks on the door, his ear pressed against it, waiting for any sound that might indicate someone's presence.

but there is only silence. undeterred, suhyeok takes a step back, his eyes fixed on the door, and prepares to force it open. his muscles tense, ready to propel him forward, but before he can make a move, he's startled by a presence behind him.

he spins around, his heart racing, to see kyungho's tired form standing in the doorway, watching him with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. kyungho's voice is laced with a groggy irritation, "why are you making so much noise?" he groans, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in suhyeok's position in front of the padlocked door.

suhyeok's gaze remains fixed on kyungho's face, his expression a mask of uncertainty and suspicion. he doesn't respond to kyungho's question, his silence speaking volumes as he continues to stare accusatorily at the other boy. kyungho's eyes narrow slightly, his brow furrowing as he tries to decipher suhyeok's behavior. "what is it?" he asks again, his tone a mixture of curiosity and concern.

but suhyeok remains silent, his eyes never leaving kyungho's face. kyungho's gaze drifts from suhyeok's face to his stance in front of the padlocked door, and a look of realization dawns on him. he lets out a low, amused laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "oh, did you hear something from there?" he asks, his voice laced with mirth, as he points to the door.

suhyeok remains silent, his eyes fixed on kyungho's face as he tries to process the situation. he glances briefly at the front of the freezer, gauging the distance, before returning his attention to kyungho.

kyungho, seeming to sense suhyeok's unease, launches into an explanation. "look, when i first got here, there was a bunch of raccoons running around. i tried to get them out of the store, but they'd find a way back in somehow." he pounds on the door, and the sound is followed by a few small thuds, as if something is scurrying around inside. suhyeok's eyes widen slightly, but he remains frozen in place, holding himself and listening intently.

kyungho's voice is laced with amusement as he continues. "i had to lock them up in here, otherwise they'd eat all the food, man." he lets out a low chuckle, and suhyeok's gaze lingers on his face, searching for any sign of deception.

but suhyeok's exhaustion and thirst are starting to take their toll. his mind is foggy, and he's not thinking clearly. he looks at kyungho, and for a moment, he decides to believe him. "oh," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, as he coughs due to his parched throat. the sound is rough and dry, a testament to his desperate need for a drink.

kyungho's expectant gaze lingers on suhyeok, awaiting a response. after a moment, he asks, "were you looking for something?" his tone is casual, but his eyes betray a hint of curiosity. suhyeok clears his throat, wincing at the dryness, and rubs it gingerly before responding. "i... needed juice," he says hesitantly, his voice still rough from thirst. "i'm really thirsty."

kyungho's face lights up with understanding, and he nods enthusiastically. "oh! yeah," he says, as he bends down and retrieves a box from underneath a shelf. suhyeok's eyes widen slightly as kyungho rips the box open with his bare hands, the cardboard tearing apart with ease.

suhyeok's brows furrow in surprise, his mind struggling to comprehend kyungho's display of strength. he knew kyungho was strong, but this seemed excessive. a faint sense of unease creeps up suhyeok's spine as he watches kyungho rummage through the box, his movements fluid and effortless.

kyungho's hands move swiftly through the contents of the box, his fingers closing around a familiar shape. he pulls out a carton of juice, the same brand and flavor suhyeok been searching for. "aha!" kyungho exclaims, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "i knew we had some stashed away." suhyeoks eyes widen in surprise, his thirst-addled brain struggling to comprehend how kyungho had managed to find the exact juice he was looking for. he takes the carton from kyungho, his hands closing around it gratefully. "thanks," he says, his voice still rough from thirst.

kyungho nods, his smile still plastered on his face. "no problem, man. now, how about we get you hydrated?" he suggests, gesturing towards the carton of juice. suhyeok nods, already

twisting open the cap and raising the carton to his lips.

as suhyeok takes a long swig of the juice, he can't help but shiver. the cold liquid seems to spread through his body, exacerbating his chill. he hugs himself, trying to warm up, but his teeth continue to chatter.

kyungho notices suhyeok's shivering and nods sympathetically. "yeah, we should probably head back to bed," he says, his voice low and soothing. "it's not morning yet, and we don't want to be zombies tomorrow."

suhyeok nods in agreement, not laughing at kyungho’s joke, still shivering. he hands the carton of juice back to kyungho, who takes it and begins to close the box. as kyungho moves to leave, suhyeok follows, his eyes fixed on kyungho's back. despite the strangeness of the situation, suhyeok feels a twinge of unease towards kyungho for finding him the juice and for being concerned about his well-being.

suhyeok makes his way back upstairs, his footsteps quiet on the stairs. as he reaches the top, he slides open the door to the boys' room, but hesitates for a moment, peering inside to make sure everyone is asleep. his gaze sweeps across the room, taking in the familiar shapes of his friends' sleeping forms.

his eyes come to rest on your sleeping figure, and for a moment, he feels a sense of ease wash over him. seeing you safe and sound seems to calm his nerves, and he feels a small sense of relief. but his concern for everyone's safety isn't quite assuaged, and he finds himself hesitating, wondering if he should check on the girls as well. after a moment's deliberation, he decides to err on the side of caution and slides open the door to the girls' room, peeking inside to make sure everyone is accounted for. he scans the room quickly, taking in the familiar shapes of the girls' sleeping forms. everyone seems to be present and accounted for, and suhyeok feels a sense of relief wash over him. satisfied that all is well, he quietly closes the door and heads back to the boys' room, ready to try and get some rest.

suhyeok slips back into the boys' room, trying not to make any noise as he makes his way to his bed. he carefully climbs in, trying not to disturb daesu, who is still fast asleep. as he settles in, he can't help but feel a sense of unease still lingering in the back of his mind.

despite his exhaustion, suhyeok finds it difficult to shake off the feeling that something is off. he tries to focus on the sound of wujin’s gentle snores, but his mind keeps wandering back to the strange noises he heard in the freezer, and the unsettling feeling that he's being watched. as he lies there, he can't help but wonder if he's just being paranoid, or if there's really something to be worried about. he tries to calm his racing thoughts, telling himself that everything is fine, but the sense of unease persists, making it difficult for him to drift off to sleep.

suhyeok's eyes remain wide open, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he tries to calm his racing thoughts. he takes slow, deep breaths, attempting to relax his tense muscles. but his mind refuses to quiet down, and he finds himself replaying the events of the night over and over in his head. as he lies there, he becomes aware of the sound of his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears. he tries to focus on the sound, using it as a distraction from his wandering thoughts. but even the rhythmic beating of his heart can't calm his mind, and he finds himself growing more and more restless by the minute. just as suhyeok is starting to feel like he'll never be able to fall asleep, he hears a faint rustling sound coming from wujin’s direction. he turns his head, watching as wujin stirs in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open. suhyeok's gaze meets wujin’s, and for a moment, they just stare at each other.

wujin’s eyes meet suhyeok's, and for a brief moment, they share a silent understanding. wujin sends suhyeok a nod, a small, reassuring gesture that seems to say, "everything's okay." and with that, wujin’s eyes drift shut once more, and he begins to breathe deeply, lost in sleep.

suhyeok watches wujin for a moment, feeling a pang of disappointment. he had been on the verge of telling wujin about the strange feelings he'd been having, about the noises in the freezer and the sense of unease that lingered in the back of his mind. but something holds him back. perhaps it's the fact that wujin seems so peaceful, so calm, that suhyeok doesn't want to disturb him. or maybe it's the fear of being told he's just being paranoid, that there's nothing to worry about. whatever the reason, suhyeok decides to keep his concerns to himself, and instead, he lies back down, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

morning light streams through the window, illuminating the empty room. suhyeok wakes up with a start, disoriented and confused. he looks around, expecting to see wujin and the others, but he's alone. a sense of unease settles in the pit of his stomach as he realizes he's the only one in the room. he quickly throws off his covers and rushes to the window, his movements clumsy with sleep. he squints out into the bright sunlight, his eyes scanning the scene below. his heart sinks as he takes in the sight of even more zombies surrounding the building. the undead are packed in tightly, their hunched forms swaying precariously as they press against each other. the air is thick with their growls and snarls, a chilling cacophony that sends shivers down suhyeok's spine. he feels a cold dread creeping up his legs, his mind racing with the implications of this new development.

suhyeok's instincts kick in, and he quickly heads towards the door, his heart racing with anticipation. but he stops mid-step, his eyes darting back to the room as if searching for something or someone. his gaze lingers for a moment before he remembers his trusty bat.

he rushes back to his sleeping bag and grabs the bat, his fingers wrapping tightly around the familiar grip. with his bat in hand, he heads into the girls' room, pushing open the already ajar door. the room is empty, the beds disheveled, and the air thick with the sense of urgency. suhyeok's eyes scan the room, taking in the signs of a hasty departure. his brow furrows, and he lets out a low curse under his breath. where had everyone gone? and why had they left without him? with a growing sense of unease, suhyeok heads downstairs, his bat at the ready. he's prepared to face whatever dangers lie ahead, his senses on high alert as he descends into the unknown.

suhyeok's search becomes more frantic, his feet pounding against the floor as he runs through the aisles, his bat clutched tightly in his hand. he's no longer just looking for familiar faces; he's desperate to find anyone, to know that he's not alone.

"cheongsan!" he shouts, his voice echoing off the shelves. "namra, onjo?" he spins around, scanning the empty aisles, but there's no response. the silence is oppressive, and suhyeok can feel panic clawing its way up his throat. but then, your face pops into his mind, and his expression hardens, his jaw setting in determination. his eyes narrow, and he grits his teeth, a fierce resolve burning within him. "y/n!" he shouts, his voice ringing out through the empty store, a call to action, a declaration of his determination to find you, no matter what.

meanwhile, you stand on the rooftop with mijin, you're engaged in a hushed conversation about the possibility of hopping across the rooftops to escape the surrounding zombies. mijin's suggestion makes you chuckle, but your amusement is short-lived. a faint voice calls out, and your head snaps towards the group, your ears perked up. "what was that?" onjo asks, her brow furrowed in concern. you exchange a glance with namra, and you both say "suhyeok" in unison. without hesitation, you quickly and carefully make your way towards the fire escape, your heart racing with anticipation. you climb down the ladder, your movements swift and precise. as you reach the bottom, you hop off the ladder and pull open the door, steeling yourself for what you might find.

that's when you see suhyeok, his eyes wild and his bat at the ready. your hands fly up in a calming gesture, and you take a step back, trying to reassure him that you're not a threat. "woah!" you exclaim, trying to diffuse the tension. “what the hell are you doing?” you shout.

you watch as suhyeok's eyes narrow, his grip on the bat tightening. "where's kyungho?" he demands, his voice low and menacing. you can see the anger simmering beneath the surface, and you know you need to tread carefully.

"he's up on the rooftop with everyone else," you reply, trying to keep your tone calm and reassuring. just then, namra and mijin appear behind you, their faces set in determined expressions. mijin's eyes lock onto suhyeok, and she sneers. "put the bat down, you little shit," she says, her voice dripping with disdain. "before you hurt yourself." you quickly intervene, placing a calming hand on mijin's arm. "it's alright," you say, trying to soothe her. "suhyeok's just worried about kyungho. let's not escalate things." mijin's gaze lingers on suhyeok for a moment before she nods, seeming to relax slightly.

suhyeok's expression twists in annoyance as he reluctantly puts down his bat. "i'm not worried about kyungho, the hell with kyungho!" he exclaims, his words dripping with venom. you look at him with doe-eyed confusion, unsure of what to make of his outburst. but before suhyeok can continue, he catches himself, his eyes darting towards you as if searching for something. "i was worried about y..." he trails off, his voice barely above a whisper.

just then, kyungho appears from behind you, along with the rest of the group. "everything alright?" kyungho asks, his hand on your shoulder as he looks at you and suhyeok with concern. you're not sure what to say, but the look in suhyeok's brown eyes makes your chest feel weak. it's as if he's begging you to trust him, to believe that he's not being overly dramatic for nothing. you hesitate for a moment before forcing a smile onto your face. "everything's fine," you say, trying to sound convincing.

you quickly turn to namra and ask if she wants to help you make lunch for everyone. suhyeok looks taken aback, seemingly realizing for the first time that it's already noon. as you turn to namra, suhyeok's eyes linger on you, his gaze burning with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. you try to brush off the feeling, focusing on the task at hand. "yeah, let's get started on lunch," namra says, nodding in agreement.

as you and namra head towards the gimbap aisle, suhyeok's eyes follow you, his expression a mixture of frustration and concern. kyungho notices suhyeok's gaze and raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. mijin, on the other hand, seems to sense the tension in the air. she shoots suhyeok a warning glance before falling into step beside you and namra. "so, what's on the menu for today?" she asks, trying to lighten the mood.

you force a smile, trying to play along. "well, let's see what we can scrounge up," you say, scanning a sparse selection of canned goods and seaweed wraps. suhyeok's words still linger in your mind, and you can't help but wonder what he was going to say before he stopped himself.

suhyeok's eyes never leave yours as you pretend to focus on the food. but as soon as you're distracted, he slips away, his movements quiet and deliberate. you sense a purpose in his stride, and your curiosity is piqued. meanwhile, suhyeok seeks out daesu, wujin, and cheongsan, his expression serious as he whispers something in their ears. they exchange a concerned glance before nodding and following suhyeok upstairs.

the boys stand in a semi-circle around suhyeok, their eyes fixed on him with a mix of curiosity and concern. suhyeok slides the door closed, the sound of the wood gliding against the frame filling the tense silence. he then places his bat on the door, wedging it firmly in place to prevent any interruptions.

the boys wait with bated breath, their faces expectant. suhyeok hesitates, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for the right words. "okay. um, do you..." he trails off, his voice barely above a whisper. cheongsan takes a step forward, his brow furrowed in concern. "what is it? you said something's wrong?" he presses, his voice low and urgent.

suhyeok's eyes lock onto cheongsan's, and for a moment, he seems to be searching for a way to articulate his thoughts. suhyeok walks over to the window, his eyes fixed on something outside. "look!" he exclaims, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. the boys gather around him, peering out the window. as they take in the sight, their expressions turn somber. the streets below are teeming with zombies, their numbers seemingly endless. suhyeok watches his friends' reactions, his eyes searching for any sign of understanding. "but there hasn't been any noise outside to attract them," suhyeok points out, his brow furrowed in concern. "isn't that weird?" he asks, but the others just stare at him blankly, waiting for him to make his point.

suhyeok's frustration grows, and he smacks his lips in annoyance. he walks away from the window, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something to help him explain. "last night, i went downstairs to the freezer to get something to drink," suhyeok begins, his words tumbling out in a rush. "that's when i heard banging, in the storage freezer inside. it was locked with a huge chain, and suddenly kyungho comes in and is telling me the thudding is random raccoons he couldn't get out of the store, so he locked them up." daesu tries to calm suhyeok down, placing a hand on his shoulder, but suhyeok shakes him off, his restlessness growing. "you guys don't get it," he says, his voice rising in desperation. "something's wrong with him."

suhyeok's words hang in the air, and the room falls silent. the boys exchange uneasy glances, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern. "what are you talking about, suhyeok?" cheongsan asks, his voice calm and measured. "kyungho's been helping us out a lot. why would you think something's wrong with him?" suhyeok's eyes flash with frustration. "that's exactly what i'm saying," he says, his voice rising. "he's been too helpful. too perfect. and that story about the raccoons... it doesn't add up." wujin frowns, his brow furrowed in thought. "i don't know, suhyeok. maybe you're just being paranoid."

suhyeok's face twists in anger, but before he can respond, daesu intervenes. "hey, let's not jump to conclusions. suhyeok, can you tell us more about what happened last night? what exactly did kyungho say?" suhyeok takes a deep breath, his chest heaving with emotion. "he said... he said the raccoons were making the noise, and that he locked them up to keep them from getting out. but i know what i heard, and it wasn't raccoons."

suhyeok's words are laced with conviction, and the boys listen intently, their expressions thoughtful. wujin rubs his chin, his eyes narrowed in consideration. "i don't know, suhyeok," wujin says slowly. "it's possible that kyungho was telling the truth. maybe there were raccoons in the storage room." suhyeok shakes his head, his eyes flashing with frustration. "no, you didn't hear the noise," he says. "it was... it was something else. something that didn't sound right." cheongsan frowns, his brow furrowed in concern.

daesu's voice is gentle, but his words cut through the tension in the room. "suhyeok, maybe we should consider another possibility," he says, his eyes locked on suhyeok's. "maybe you're feeling a little... jealous." suhyeok's eyes narrow, his face twisting in denial. "what are you talking about?" he demands, his voice rising.

daesu's expression is calm, but his words are laced with a hint of insight. "kyungho's been paying a lot of attention to y/n, hasn't he?" he says, his eyes glancing in your direction. "maybe you're feeling a little left out, or worried that kyungho is getting too close to him." the room falls silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the boys. suhyeok's face is a mask of anger and denial, but he senses a flicker of truth in daesu's words. suhyeok's eyes narrow, his voice taking on a sharp edge. "what are you implying, daesu?" he demands, his words dripping with defensiveness. daesu holds up his hands, a calming gesture. "nothing, suhyeok, i'm just trying to understand what's going on," he says, his tone soothing.

but before daesu can continue, wujin chimes in, his voice laced with amusement. "i mean, suhyeok, come on man," he says, a hesitant grin spreading across his face. "you havent been making it exactly a secret. even kyungho called you out on it-" suhyeok's face goes beet red, his eyes flashing with embarrassment and anger. "shut your mouth," he growls, his voice menacing. "hey, let's not fight about this," cheongsan changes the subject and says. "we'll investigate and see if we can find any evidence to support suhyeok's claims." the boys nod in agreement, their expressions somber. suhyeok's eyes linger on kyungho's name, his mind racing with doubts and fears.

cheongsan clears his throat, his eyes scanning the room as he tries to steer the conversation back on track. "we need to come up with a plan to gather evidence. suhyeok, can you tell us more about what you heard in the storage room? any details might help."

suhyeok nods, his expression still tense, but his eyes locked on cheongsan's. "i heard banging, like something was trying to get out. and it was loud. i'm sure it wasn't just raccoons." cheongsan nods, his eyes lighting up with determination. "okay, that's a good starting point. daesu, can you check the room kyungho sleeps in and see if you can find any signs of what might have made that noise?" daesu nods, his face set in a serious expression. "i'll check it out. but what about kyungho? we can't just confront him without any evidence." cheongsan's eyes narrow, his mind racing with possibilities. "i'll think of something. for now, let's just focus on gathering as much information as we can. we'll meet back here in a few hours and compare."

no one else had been privy to the boys' plan to gather evidence against kyungho. it was a quiet, calculated effort, unfolding in the background while you and namra focused on something far more ordinary—preparing bibimyeon for everyone. the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of spicy noodles, the tang of freshly poured orange juice cutting through the air. as you worked side by side, you couldn't help but glance at namra. her movements were precise, almost mechanical, but what caught your attention most was her complexion. there was a dullness to it, a lack of warmth that made you hesitate as you poured the juice into cups. after a brief internal debate, you decided to ask. “have you eaten?” your voice was softer than usual, laced with an uncertainty you weren’t used to feeling.

namra stilled, her hands pausing over the food as she turned her gaze toward you. her expression was unreadable, her silence stretching a second too long before she finally responded. “why?” it wasn’t the answer you were hoping for. you let out a quiet breath, forcing a small smile as you tried to lighten the moment. “the class president should know you could never answer a question with a question.” but she didn’t smile back. not even a flicker of amusement crossed her face. instead, she just stared at you, her unreadable expression now unnerving. a small pit of unease settled in your stomach. something was wrong.

you swallowed hard, suddenly hyperaware of how quiet the room had become. the distant chatter from the others in the next room felt muffled, as if you and namra were sealed off in your own tense little world. “namra…” you tried again, keeping your tone light despite the way your fingers tightened around the juice carton. “i’m just asking because—well, you don’t look so great.”

her gaze flickered slightly, something unreadable flashing in her eyes before she turned back to the pot of noodles. “i’m fine.” but you weren’t convinced. namra was always reserved, always composed, but this was different. her stillness felt heavier, her voice void of the usual quiet authority she carried as class president. you studied her for a moment, taking in the way her skin lacked its usual glow, how her hands lingered over the food without actually doing anything and your stomach twisted.

“you should eat,” you urged, nudging a bowl toward her. “you’ve been helping everyone else, but when’s the last time you had something yourself?” she exhaled slowly, the slightest hint of frustration—no, restraint—edging her breath. finally, she lifted her eyes to yours, and for the first time, you saw it. hunger, but not the kind that a bowl of bibimyeon could fix. your fingers twitched, a deep instinctual fear stirring inside you as your mind pieced together what your heart already knew. namra wasn't just tired. she wasn’t just skipping meals. she was fighting something—something bigger, something darker and you weren’t sure if she was winning.

you weren’t sure how to help her. in fact, you weren’t even sure if help was what she needed.

your eyes flickered to the shelves lining the small convenience store, scanning the rows of neatly stacked ramen cups, bags of chips, and rows of neatly lined drinks in the fridge. under any other circumstance, you might’ve joked about how you could practically live off the place—but now, every brightly colored package looked useless. meaningless. nothing in here could satisfy her, not in the way she needed. you stole another glance at namra. she was unnervingly still, her fingers curled slightly on the edge of the counter as if she were bracing herself. her eyes were downcast, but you didn’t miss the way her shoulders tensed when you shifted closer. “namra…” you tried again, softer this time. she inhaled sharply through her nose, like she was forcing herself to breathe, like she was grounding herself in something—anything—that would keep her tethered to who she was.

finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “you should go.” the words were simple. direct. but they hit you like a punch to the gut. go? leave her here like this? when she was clearly struggling? “i’m not leaving you,” you said, the words coming out firmer than you expected. “not when you—”

“please.” that stopped you cold. namra never begged. not for anything. not even now, when her entire body was trembling with restraint. you took a slow step back, hands clenching into fists at your sides. you didn’t want to leave, not when she looked like she was barely holding herself together. but something in her voice—something raw, almost desperate—told you that staying might make things worse.

your heart pounded against your ribs, the weight of namra’s words pressing down on you like a vice. she wasn’t just asking you to leave—she was warning you. you opened your mouth, ready to protest, to tell her that she didn’t have to go through this alone, but then she lifted her gaze.

they held something feral, something barely contained beneath the surface, like a predator trying to convince itself not to strike. the flickering fluorescent light above only made it worse, casting sharp shadows across her face, accentuating the tension in her jaw, the tight grip she had on the counter. your instincts screamed at you to move, to put distance between you and whatever hunger was gnawing away at her from the inside. but another part of you, the part that still saw namra—the class president, the quiet but dependable friend—refused to take that step.

“namra,” you tried again, your voice gentler now, careful. “i know you’re scared.” her expression didn’t change, but you saw the way her fingers twitched, like she wanted to reach for something—maybe for you, maybe for anything that would remind her she wasn’t just whatever this was turning her into.

“but you don’t have to do this alone,” you continued, even as a lump formed in your throat. “i won’t leave you.” her breath hitched, and for a moment, just a brief flicker of a second, you saw her—really saw her. namra, not whatever was threatening to take over. but then she squeezed her eyes shut, and when she opened them again, the moment was gone. “you don’t understand,” she whispered. “i don’t know how much longer i can control it.” her fingers curled tighter around the counter, her knuckles going white. “if you stay…” she swallowed hard, looking at you like she already regretted what she was about to say. “i might not be able to stop myself.” a cold chill settled over you. this was no longer just about hunger, this was about survival. hers and yours. you hesitated, searching namra’s face for any sign that she might change her mind, but her expression was set. determined. and more than anything—afraid. so, despite every instinct telling you to stay, you did as she asked.

you gathered the remaining food onto a tray, your movements slower than necessary, hoping she would stop you, that she would say she didn’t want to be alone after all. but she didn’t. without another word, you turned away, carrying the food to the other aisle where everyone was gathered. the moment you stepped in, the atmosphere shifted—lighter, more normal, as if the weight of what was happening to namra didn’t exist beyond the space she occupied. you glanced around, a frown tugging at your lips. “where are daesu and wujin?” before anyone could answer, you caught movement from the corner of your eye—namra, rushing up the stairs without a word. your chest tightened, but you forced yourself to look away, knowing she needed space.

onjo, noticing your concern, placed a gentle hand on your arm. “they’re waiting for the shower,” she explained, her voice soft. “suhyeok’s in there right now.” you exhaled through your nose, nodding along with a sigh. at least they were safe. for now. pushing away your unease, you sank down beside onjo and horyeong, setting the food between you. “thank you for this,” onjo said with a small smile, already reaching for a bowl. horyeong nodded in agreement, chopsticks in hand as she dug in. “seriously, this is good.” you chuckled lightly, the warmth of their appreciation cutting through the lingering tension in your chest. it felt normal—at least for a moment. but as you sat there, watching everyone eat, you couldn’t shake the image of namra, standing alone in the dim light of the convenience store, her hands gripping the counter like she was holding on for dear life. deep down, you wondered, how much longer could she fight this? and when the time came… would she be able to win?

as you stirred your noodles absentmindedly, still lost in your thoughts about namra, mijin’s voice cut through the quiet hum of conversation. “i think wujin is starting to like me more and more,” she said casually, picking at her food with an air of confidence. “must be because of how much of a mentor i am to the underclassmen.” you scoffed before you could stop yourself, barely holding back a smirk.

the sudden shift in topic was so jarring that you couldn’t help but react. mijin, of course, was quick to notice. she narrowed her eyes at you, chopsticks pausing mid-air. “something funny?”

“nothing, nothing,” you said, lifting a hand in surrender, but the grin pulling at your lips betrayed you. “yeah, sure,” she huffed, crossing her arms. “laugh all you want, but it’s true! he’s always following me around, asking me things, looking at me like I’m some kind of wise, older role model.” she sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “i don’t blame him. it must be hard being so impressed by someone like me.” onjo giggled beside you, while horyeong just shook her head, amused but unsurprised by mijin’s antics. you let out a chuckle, finally looking down at your bowl of bibimyeon. “you should tell him that. see how he reacts.”

mijin smirked. “maybe i will.” before you could fire back, footsteps echoed from upstairs. you straightened slightly, glancing toward the staircase, waiting for everyone to come down before taking your first bite. for now, this moment of laughter and normalcy was enough to hold onto. but in the back of your mind, you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wouldn’t last.

cheongsan and suhyeok finally made their way down the stairs, both looking noticeably refreshed, their damp hair clinging slightly to their foreheads. their change of clothes and relaxed postures made it obvious they had just showered. you smiled at cheongsan instinctively, expecting at least a small nod or some acknowledgment in return. instead, he barely glanced your way before looking off to the side and settling himself on the other side of onjo without a word. your smile faltered as your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. what was that about?

before you could dwell on it too much, horyeong spoke up. “will hari be coming down soon?” cheongsan barely looked up from his food. “she went to nap,” he said simply. “not sure how long she’ll be out.” his voice was casual, but there was something about the way he spoke, how he stole a quick glance at you before focusing intently on his bowl, that made something stir in your chest. he was avoiding you. deliberately. you opened your mouth to say something, to maybe call him out on it, but then your eyes flickered around the room, and you realized someone else was missing. kyungho. your gaze swept over the group, but he was nowhere in sight. “where did kyungho head off to?” you asked, standing up as you continued scanning the room. no one answered right away. maybe they hadn’t noticed. or maybe they just didn’t care enough to. either way, you didn’t wait around.

“i’ll go find him,” you added, more to yourself than anyone else, before heading off. as you walked away, you missed the way horyeong smirked, leaning slightly toward onjo. “look at them,” she whispered slyly. “worried about kyungho now, huh?” onjo only hummed in response, her expression unreadable as she watched you disappear down the next aisle.

as you disappeared down the aisle in search of kyungho, you remained completely unaware of the quiet tension settling between cheongsan and suhyeok. cheongsan cast a cautious glance toward his friend, subtle but deliberate, as if gauging his reaction to you getting up to look for kyungho. it was quick—barely a second—but suhyeok caught it. suhyeok, who had been eating steadily, slowed his chewing ever so slightly. his eyes, sharp with quiet observation, narrowed just a bit as he focused on his food, saying nothing. instead, he took another bite, chewing slowly, allowing the silence to stretch. he didn’t need to say anything right now—because eventually, cheongsan would.

you weaved through the aisles, eyes scanning the dimly lit corners of the store. your footsteps were light against the tiled floor, the faint hum of the refrigeration units filling the quiet. just as you were about to check another section, you spotted him.

kyungho stood near the window, carefully pouring water from a small plastic bottle onto one of the tiny plants you had noticed with namra the first day you entered the store. the sight made you pause, a soft smile tugging at your lips. he hadn’t noticed you yet—or at least, you thought he hadn’t. you stepped forward. “came to look for me?” you blinked. he still hadn’t turned around. “how did you…” you began, slightly thrown off by his awareness. he straightened his posture, capping the bottle as he finally tilted his head slightly in your direction. “just the way you walk.” his words sent a strange sense of déjà vu washing over you. the familiarity of this exchange, the way he answered so simply yet knowingly, made something in your chest tighten—but you couldn’t dwell on it.

shaking off the thought, you crossed your arms. “the food’s ready whenever you are,” you told him. kyungho gave a slow nod, his gaze still lingering on the plant before he finally turned to face you fully. “alright,” he said. “i’ll be there in a bit.” you studied him for a moment. there was something calmer about him now, more at ease than when you had first arrived at the store. maybe it was the small routine he had developed here, or maybe—just maybe—it was the simple act of keeping something alive, even when everything else around you felt like it was falling apart.

you exhaled quietly, deciding not to push further. “don’t take too long,” you said, offering him one last glance before turning back toward the others. as you walked away, you could feel his eyes lingering on your back, but you didn’t look back.

as you made your way back to the others, you couldn’t shake the feeling of kyungho’s gaze still lingering on you. it wasn’t unsettling—just… curious. thoughtful, maybe. but you pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the faint hum of conversation as you approached the group.

cheongsan and suhyeok were still eating, though you noticed how cheongsan barely looked up as you sat back down in your spot next to onjo and horyeong.

“find him?” onjo asked, glancing at you between bites. you nodded. “yeah, he was by the plants. he said he’ll come in a bit.” horyeong hummed, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “worried about him, huh?” you rolled your eyes, reaching for your bowl. “i was just making sure everyone eats.” she snickered but let it go, turning back to her food. as the group continued eating, you stole a glance at cheongsan. he was still avoiding eye contact, his expression unreadable as he focused on his bowl. but now, with kyungho being brought up, you noticed the way his grip on his chopsticks tightened just slightly, a small but noticeable shift.

suhyeok noticed too. his eyes flickered between you and cheongsan, lips pressing into a thin line. but, just like before, he said nothing. the atmosphere wasn’t tense, not exactly, but there was something lingering beneath the surface, something unspoken that none of you seemed ready to address. and yet, as the minutes passed, the conversation carried on, laughter bubbling up here and there, momentarily pushing away the weight of everything unspoken. for now, that was enough.

[bunnycooky]

Title: Even If the World Ends

Pairing: Yeon Si-eun x Y/N

Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •

Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)

Story Description:

One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.

What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.

Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.

CH. 1, CH.2, CH. 3, CH. 4, CH. 5, CH. 6, CH. 7, CH. 8, CH. 9, CH. 10(END OF ARC 1)

CHAPTER 1: "Ordinary Morning, Unholy Noon"

THIRD PERSON'S POV

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The morning began like any other-dull, uneventful, quietly laced with the kind of peace people never realize they'll miss until it's gone.

The sun peeked past the edge of Hyosan's rooftops, casting a warm golden hue across the sleepy town. Students in pressed uniforms trudged through crosswalks, eyes glued to their phones, headphones in, yawns hidden behind sleeves.

Yeon Si-eun waited at the same corner he always did. Bag slung over his shoulders, spine straight as a ruler, eyes scanning the street like a silent sentry. To anyone else, he looked like he was just standing still. To those who knew him, it was obvious he was mentally calculating everything-bus intervals, noise levels, body language of strangers. He never stood without a reason.

But then he saw her.

Y/N jogged slightly, bag bouncing behind her, hair hastily tied, lips parted in breathless apology even before she reached him.

"There you are," Si-eun said, calm as ever.

"You didn't text!" Y/N puffed, poking a finger into his chest-not hard, but enough to draw a tiny huff from his nose.

"How do I know you're not dead in a ditch somewhere if you don't even send a 'gm 😎' like a normal boyfriend?"

He blinked. "Statistically, the odds of me being dead in a ditch between 7:00 and 7:10 a.m. are less than 0.001%."

She squinted at him. "Wow. Romance is alive and well."

He gave a small nod, lips twitching. "Because I am."

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. Si-eun wasn't exactly the affectionate type in public. He didn't do back hugs or cheesy couple keychains.

But he walked on the outside of the sidewalk. He held her wrist when the light turned red too fast. He waited. That was love, in his language.

And Y/N spoke it fluently.

---

The school day started with yawns, hallway gossip, and a few thrown crumpled papers. Students from both Hyosan High and Eunjang Technical High had been temporarily merged due to building repairs-much to everyone's irritation.

It was chaos: clashing uniforms, unassigned classrooms, and more fights than the teachers could manage.

Still, in the middle of it all, Y/N and Si-eun managed to carve out a sliver of calm. They sat beside each other in the second-floor classroom near the windows.

She passed him notes with doodles of grumpy cats during boring lectures. He corrected her math problems without being asked.

The world outside was still quiet.

But the first crack came during third period.

A scream-sharp, short, then suddenly cut off-echoed from the hallway. Everyone went still.

The teacher, Mr. Jang, furrowed his brows. "Must be another fight," he muttered, annoyed.

"These Eunjang kids-"

Then another scream, this time louder. Then a thud. Then silence.

"Stay here," Mr. Jang ordered, already moving toward the door. "I'll handle this."

He didn't come back.

---

Ten minutes passed.

Then twenty.

And that was when Gyeong-su barged into the room, panting, blood on his collar. "LOCK THE DOOR!" he screamed. "NOW!"

Students froze.

"What the hell happened to you?" someone shouted.

But he wasn't answering. He was dragging desks to the door, pushing chairs into place with trembling hands. Si-eun stood slowly, assessing the panic. Y/N's eyes flicked from the blood to the hallway.

"What's going on?" she whispered, gripping her desk.

Then she heard it-footsteps. No, not footsteps. Thudding. Shuffling. The kind of sound that made the hair on your neck rise even though you didn't know why.

Then the door handle rattled.

Then it slammed.

Again.

And again.

A girl at the back started sobbing.

That was when they saw it.

Through the glass panel of the classroom door, a boy from Class 3-A slammed his face into the glass-again and again-leaving thick red smears behind. His eyes were pale. Dead. Blood foamed at his mouth.

"...Jin-ho?" someone whispered in disbelief. "What the hell-?"

Then the glass cracked.

Then it shattered.

---

What followed wasn't order. It wasn't even chaos. It was raw panic.

Students screamed. Someone threw a chair. The infected student lunged forward, tackled a boy near the door, and bit into his neck with a sickening crunch.

"No-NO-!"

People scrambled back, knocking over desks. Blood sprayed. A girl slipped and screamed as she tried to crawl away. Si-eun's mind moved faster than his body. He grabbed Y/N by the wrist and ran.

"SI-EUN!" she screamed. "WAIT-WAIT!"

He didn't answer. His grip was tight-too tight-but he didn't let go. Not even when they sprinted down the stairs. Not even when more infected appeared at the end of the corridor.

He pulled her into a science lab and slammed the door shut behind them, pushing a metal table in front of it.

Then silence again.

Only their heavy breathing filled the room.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Y/N gasped, back against the wall.

Si-eun's chest rose and fell quickly. "It's a virus," he muttered. "Like rabies. Fast-acting. Transmitted through bites."

"How do you know that?!"

He looked at her then, and for the first time since she met him, he looked... scared.

"I've been tracking news from China," he said quietly. "Similar symptoms. Quarantined cities. Covered up. And now it's here."

She blinked. "You knew this might happen and didn't say anything?"

"I didn't think it would spread here this quickly."

Y/N wanted to yell, but she didn't. Instead, she took a shaky breath and stepped closer to him. "Okay. Okay. So what now?"

Si-eun's gaze darted around the lab. Windows. Locked supply cabinets. Fire extinguisher. Chemicals. One emergency exit.

"We stay alive," he said. "And we find the others."

---

Meanwhile, on the other side of campus, chaos reigned.

On-jo held Nam-ra's hand as they sprinted through the music room corridor. "I don't understand! They were-our friends-and now they're... they're monsters!"

"I don't think they're human anymore," Nam-ra said quietly, blood dripping from her sleeve. She wasn't bitten, just grazed by glass, but it was enough to stain her pristine uniform.

Cheong-san slammed a door shut behind them. "We need to find a better place to hide. This won't hold for long!"

But even as they spoke, more survivors were trying to fight back.

Ahn Su-ho from Eunjang threw punches that shattered bones, but even he looked pale when the person he knocked out stood up again. Beom-seok, bloody and trembling, followed behind with a baseball bat he found near the gym.

"Where's Si-eun?" Su-ho demanded.

No one had seen him.

---

Back in the science lab, Y/N sat on the floor while Si-eun worked on tying makeshift weapons with mop handles and dissecting scissors.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she held her phone. No signal. No texts. Just the last selfie she took with Si-eun from last week-him looking annoyed, her grinning like an idiot.

It didn't feel real.

"I don't get it," she whispered.

"This morning, I was yelling at you for not texting. And now..."

Si-eun paused. He didn't look at her, but his voice softened. "I know."

Silence.

Then she said, "You're not allowed to die, okay?"

He turned then, face serious. "I wasn't planning to."

"But promise me anyway."

His jaw tightened. Then he crouched in front of her and said, "Only if you do the same."

A small smile touched her lips despite everything. "Fine. Deal."

Then the emergency exit creaked open.

They froze.

---

NOTE: End of Chapter 1

Chapter 2 uploaded!!

[youngmi95]

ME AND WHO🗣️🗣️🗣️

THE YURI IS TOO POWERFUL AAAAAHH

[quack-quack-snacks]

Star Crossed - Chapter 4

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

| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

The Star Crossed Masterlist

My All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist

My Navigation and Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’d be okay… right?

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

Everything was fine.

Gyeong-su was fine.

You were fine.

Right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So what?”

“Take it out.”

“No.”

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

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

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

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

“You never treated me like president.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is his blood?”

“You can’t tell?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I said to stop it. Give it to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you kidding me right now?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re… a murderer.”

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

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

“I wondering fucking why,” you growled.

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

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

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

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

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

“Dae-su, don’t go!” he begged.

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s your fault?”

“Gyeong-su.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you,” you breathed.

“You don’t need to thank me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t hear anything either.”

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” Joon-yeong asked.

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

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

“Is that our fault?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But what? Don’t you need to go?”

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

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

“I don’t… Pooping? No.”

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

“Why are you asking me?” She whined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His hands shot up in victory. “Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

She scoffed. “You’re crazy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, someone else should.”

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

“Idiot.”

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

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

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

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

“What do you suggest?” You implored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes! A screen.”

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

“Yes, a screen to block.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh… that’s why.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or died…” You added depressingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

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