#lee cheongsan x reader

[fallenmonsters]

let the secret out.

summary ➳ you’re a delinquent, who’s actually scary and intimidating unlike gwinam. cheongsan is a normal student. there shouldn’t be any connections between you two... right?

pairings ➳ lee cheongsan x delinquent!male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, foul language, mention of fights, secret healthy relationship, sparkles of jealousy, mention of gyeongsu’s death, nayeon throwing herself at reader, use of weapon (knife), blood, reader and cheongsan having sexual tension the entire fic lmao

“How about you, Cheongsan? What do you think of (Y/n)?”

The said male looks up from the foods in front of him to his friends, catching their curious gazes.

They had been talking about (L/n) (Y/n), the most feared delinquent on campus who actually doesn’t seem that much of a delinquent because of high grades and the lack of involvement in bullying. You were quiet and did nothing but to mind your own business in class, occasionally talking back against teachers that called you out for being late or skipping classes, and sending death glares to everyone who tries to get close.

You were an odd delinquent; involving yourself in fights only when necessary, accepting the teachers’ call for help, aggressively helping people who tripped in front of you, only minding your own business, and not minding people who accidentally spilled their drinks on you. You act how a delinquent shouldn’t, and it seems like you’re only called that is because you’re not afraid to speak out your thoughts no matter how hurtful it is, you’re intimidating and scary, and you beat up people.

His friends have stated their own opinions about you, mostly positive and only a small amount of negative, while Cheongsan continuously ate his food with his head hung low, since he didn’t want to partake in it. Though, he should’ve known his friends would not miss a chance to hear everyone’s opinion.

He looks at the table three rows away where you sat quietly alone, eating your favorite food and reading a book. That’s also one thing that makes you so unlike from other delinquents.

You look handsome like this, sitting in a way a delinquent would with all your focus fixed on the book. It’s almost as if you’re a godly, unrealistic being painted on a canvas by a professional and perfectionist painter.

Cheongsan didn’t understand why everyone found you so intimidating and scary; in all honesty, he thinks girls should be screaming, squealing and freaking out over you like those girls in cliché romance anime with handsome main character from how insanely and unbelievably attractive you are. But, in all honesty again, he would be irritated and annoyed if that actually happens.

“He seems fine to me,” Cheongsan answered Gyeongsu’s previous question with an unenthusiastic one as he forced himself to look away from your figure.

An unsatisfied look appears on both Gyeongsu’s and Suhyeok’s face as the others groaned at his lack of cooperation in sharing a throughout opinion, clearly disappointed. “What the fuck is that answer, you moron? There should be more to it like gossips about him and how you think of him.” Gyeongsu complains, smacking his arm.

Cheongsan raised his brows at him before his lips forms a pout, something that always happens when he’s thinking.

Unbeknownst to him, your eyes shifted from the book to his direction, a subtle smirk spreading across your face at the sight of his pout. You took out your phone and opened the camera, zooming it on his face with slight difficulty from how far he was. You then pressed the shutter button, successfully capturing him into picture as you opened gallery to save it in a specific folder.

Gathering his thoughts, Cheongsan finally opens his mouth to speak. “I think he’s handsome,” All of his friend’s jaws dropped. They did not expect that answer. “And I also think it’ll be fine to sit next to him or be close to him as long as you mind your business just like he does and if you don’t bother him that much.” He shrugs, taking one glance at you to see you’re on your phone instead.

“Have you tried sitting next to him?” Suhyeok asked curiously.

“No,” Cheongsan shakes his head. “But I’m not scared to try.”

Gyeongsu looks at him incredulously. “How are you not scared or intimidated? He’s scarier than Gwinam, and that says a lot.” Suhyeok nodded while pointing at Gyeongsu to show his agreement.

Cheongsan only shrugs at his question.

Since the beginning, he was never intimidated by you for unknown reasons. You were just so handsome, so attractive, and so godly that Cheongsan forgot to be scared. Though, your straightforwardness, honesty and the ability to speak out your thoughts without hesitation no matter how brutal or hurtful it’ll sound intimidated him a lot.

He assumes that’s probably why so many people are intimidated. No one can be completely honest and truthful nowadays in fear of being hated or disliked by others.

As his friends began talking among themselves after getting bored, Cheongsan looks at you once again only to catch you already staring at him. He makes sure his friends aren’t looking and smiles, subtly waving his hand to acknowledge your presence. He sees you nod, covering the smile that appears on your lips with your phone so no one can see it.

Cheongsan goes back to eating his food with butterflies filling his stomach and heart beating rapidly against his ribcage.

Perhaps, everyone being intimidated by and scared of you isn’t so bad when he’s the only one who can do things like this.

Shit, what the fuck.

Cheongsan panicked internally after escaping the zombies that suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the cafeteria, alongside Onjo. The two of them managed to escape in a room filled with survivors; Gyeongsu, Wujin, Jimin, Nayeon, Hyoryung, Isak, Minji, and Joonyoung. However, the person who Cheongsan hoped to be here was nowhere to be seen.

He rushes over to the windows to search for you outside, but all he was met with was total chaos, people running everywhere for their lives as zombies chase after them.

Someone banging on the door catches his attention and he turned around to see white-covered Daesu being let into the classroom by Wujin, who almost closed the door on him. That settled an uneasy feeling within Cheongsan and his stomach twisted, making him nauseous as worry clouded every bit of his being.

He saw you exit the cafeteria before the outbreak happened and haven’t seen you ever since, which only worsened the awful feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Were you bitten? Did you turn? Where were you?

“What happened to your face, huh?” Wujin’s voice snapped Cheongsan out of his thoughts, looking at Daesu who looked like he’s been slapped with a powder or something.

“I don’t know, some crazy jerk sprayed me with fire extinguisher.” Daesu answers while wiping his face with a clean towel he found hanging by the drawers. Onjo avoids eye contact at that. She was spraying fire extinguisher to keep the zombies away, she didn’t know Daesu’s there.

Gyeongsu raised his brows, “A fire extinguisher?”

“Yeah, damn it.” The bigger male pants, resting his hands on his knees after wiping his eyes. “What’s happening?”

“Who knows?”

“Trains.” Cheongsan stated as he approached them, “Train to Busan.”

“The movie?” Daesu gives him a puzzled look.

“Aren’t they zombies? It’s the same thing.” Everyone looked at each other, contemplating whether what Cheongsan’s saying added up. It was crazy, but he kinda has a point. “Watch this, it’s true.” He pointed outside to convince Daesu before pulling him towards the windows when he still doesn’t believe it.

Gyeongsu also tries to walk over, but was reminded by Joonyoung of the door and went back instead to hold it close, curiosity plastered on his face.

“Shit, what the hell?” Wujin curses upon seeing the chaos.

All three of them flinches with a curse when a hand slams on the window in front of them, only to see it’s Suhyeok. They quickly help him get inside and he turns around to hold his hand out to Namra, who you helped rush up the ladder. You were next to climb up quickly as Suhyeok and Namra helps you get inside, barely missing the zombie-turned teacher from getting your leg.

Suhyeok breathes heavily and drops on the floor with his eyes wide in shock, adrenaline wearing off. “It’s that, isn’t it? Zombies.”

You sighed, turning to look outside.

For the first time, you learned minding your own business doesn’t apply to all situations. You would’ve been bitten by those nasty zombies if it wasn’t for Namra — your only actual friend in the campus — coming over to drag you away along with Suhyeok, because you were ignoring people who ran and screamed thinking they’re just playing childishly. She knew you wouldn’t spare anyone a glance, so coming to save you was a right choice.

Cheongsan came to stand beside you while making sure nobody would see your mouths moving. “Are you okay? I was worried.” He said barely above whisper.

“I’m fine, and they can’t get close to me anyway.” You replied, giving him a side-eye. Cheongsan scans your figure to make sure you were saying the truth, before he was annoyingly interrupted by a female body getting herself between you and him.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)?” Nayeon questioned, feigned concern lacing her tone as she pulls your arm to turn you towards her, beginning to run her hand all over your body to check for any injuries. “Are you hurt? What took you so long to come? I texted you.” She pouts.

Irritation quickly bubbled within Cheongsan’s chest at her attempt of making herself look cute and adorable. He forgot the rumors about Nayeon liking you.

With an uninterested look appearing, you quickly grab her wrist to keep her from further harrassing your body. “Keep your hands to yourself, Lee. Can’t you see I’m not bleeding? If I was hurt, there would’ve been blood on me. It should be obvious. And I was too busy reading a book to notice your text.” You waved your hand dismissively as your straightforwardness once again causes everyone to wince.

“That’s gotta hurt for a girl who has a crush on him.” Joonyoung mutters under his breath.

Your eyes shift to Cheongsan’s direction after feeling jealousy radiate from him, and he catches the look that they said— I’m glad you’re here.

That’s right, you don’t care about anyone but him.

“Who the hell does she think she is?”

This class couldn’t get any worse. You thought while sighing deeply as your back leaned on the seat, head thrown back with closed eyes.

This argument between Nayeon and Gyeongsu is a complete nonsense that Nayeon started to get on his nerves for no apparent reason. Giving a fuck is an irrational thing to do when it comes to this stupid girl who does nothing but to whine for others to start doing something. She doesn’t want to save anyone, she wants to be saved.

Talk about self-centered narcissist.

You opened your eyes when Gyeongsu let out a scared yell all of a sudden as the sound of door opening echoed throughout the room, pushing your head forward to look at the person that entered.

“Coach Kang.”

Rolling your eyes, you threw your head back again to stare at the ceiling, finding it more interesting than anyone or anything right in this moment. The Coach is your least favorite person; he’s a fucking egotistical jerk that thinks women are men’s toys. He thinks he’s hiding it well, but you can see it from a mile away.

“Are you guys okay?” Coach Kang’s trembling voice asked and he sighs in relief after Gyeongsu nodded together with everyone else.

Gyeongsu approaches him, albeit hesitantly. “What about you? You weren’t bitten?”

“No. Of course, not. I’m— I’m alright.”

Your brows furrowed. Something’s odd. He shouldn’t have this much difficulty in breathing. Even if he ran all over the campus, his breathing would’ve just been heavy or out of breath. His voice shouldn’t shake this much, as if he’s trying to hide something.

“Hey, guys. Let’s block the door first. Get moving, hurry!” Coach Kang starts to lead the students as they began to help moving the seats to block the doors, attempting to stack them high.

You stood up from the chair but remained in your place, watching him move around and instruct the survivors. There’s a wave of negativity in your gut, like something’s not right, that you shouldn’t trust him too easily. You scan his body thoroughly, until your eyes froze at the nasty bite on his arm.

Your breath hitches. This motherfucker’s gonna kill everyone.

As Onjo and Isak moves to help, you quickly grabbed both of their arm to keep them in place. They looked at you surprised since this is the first time you’ve ever approached anyone by yourself. “What’s wrong?” Onjo asked, and Cheongsan stops after seeing you holding them.

“Don’t get close,” You warned, voice low and whispering. “He got bitten on his arm.”

Their eyes widened and almost instantly, looked at the Coach’s arm to find out you’re telling the truth. But then again, you never lied.

“Coach Kang. Your arm.” Onjo doesn’t hesitate to speak. You gently squeeze her arm in encouragement and praise. Being honest saves everyone, believe it or not.

“What are you doing? Come help us!” The Coach yelled.

“You have a bite mark on your arm!” Onjo raised her voice, causing everyone to freeze and look. Wujin flinches backward when he noticed the bite mark as the others began to feel fearful once again.

Coach Kang sees his own arm and begins to panic. “I wasn’t bitten. No, no. I—” He quickly rolls his sleeve down, “I— I wasn’t bitten.”

“It’s a bite mark.”

“I said it isn’t. Don’t talk back to me, okay?” His voice gets aggressive. You stare at him intently. He shouldn’t get close.

It was Isak who spoke next. “It looks like you were really bitten.”

Coach Kang seems to get angry at that as he raised his voice, “I wasn’t! How many times must I tell you?”

Isak felt you squeeze her arm as well. You wanted her to stand up for herself and her classmates. “Then why the hell are you hiding it!? Just show it to us!” She raised her voice and stepped forward as you went beside Onjo, sharing a look with Cheongsan. You knew she’s important to him.

“I think you should leave now.” Isak quietly said.

“What?”

“Get out of here immediately.”

“You want me to go out there?” Kang pointed at the door, “After all I did to get here? You want me to go back out?”

“You were bitten.” She doesn’t back out. Standing up against teachers is scary, but getting bitten by zombies and turning into one is terrifying. She thanks you internally for encouraging her. “Come on, get out. I SAID GET OUT NOW!!”

“Cocksucker!” Kang yelled. “How dare you yell at me like that?”

You scowled, glaring at him, pulling both Onjo and Isak behind you when Kang steps forward. Your protectiveness usually only kicks in when Cheongsan is the one in danger, but right now, he wasn’t the one that needs protecting. This girls, who can easily be overpowered by the coach.

“You little... Get over here. Come here.” He was showing his true colors at this point, and you clenched your jaw in anger. “NOW! You won’t come? Hey.” He makes a move to advance and you stepped in front of the girls as they quickly hide behind you.

Everyone stops when blood starts to run down Kang’s nose as he turns his back to wipe it.

“Onjo, don’t—!” Onjo ignores your warning, smacking a backpack against the back of his head. You cursed and pulled her back behind you again, watching as Kang turns around and shoots her a glare. Cheongsan immediately rushes over to you, realizing you might get involved in Kang’s rage.

“You fucking bitch.” He cursed, raising a hand and steps forward only to drop on the floor.

You ignored everyone’s gasps and mutterings, turning around to push Cheongsan, Onjo and Isak away knowing he’ll turn. Cheongsan grabs your hand that was pushing him and pulls you so you wouldn’t be close to Kang. The crunching of bones filled the noisy air together with Nayeon’s fearful beg to get Kang out of the room.

Soon enough, a growl erupts from Kang and he launched himself onto Minji, pulling her down on the floor, unfortunately getting a bite of her face. Daesu rushes over to hold zombified Kang back, throwing him on the lockers. You all looked to see a chunk of Minji’s skin beside her mouth gone with blood coating the place.

While Daesu’s in shock, Kang stands back up with a growl and advanced towards Wujin and Suhyeok, who both fortunately avoided him as the latter attempts to fight him off. Cheongsan grabs the table right on his side and uses it to trap Kang against the wall, struggling to do so due to Kang continuously shoving to get a bite out of him.

“Cheongsan!” You and Gyeongsu both yelled as he runs to help and pushes the table more on Kang.

“Shit.” You muttered when Minji begins to turn after getting kicked by Nayeon, feeling the survival folding knife through the fabric of your pants in your pocket.

Using it to kill them would probably make everyone mistaken you for a murderer or perhaps, even torturer, but was that really important when all of your lives are at stake? You don’t give a fuck about everyone except Cheongsan, anyway. But won’t he judge or hate you for bringing a knife at school? Won’t he be afraid of you just like everyone else is?

You thought carefully, before Daesu’s struggling voice snapped you out alongside Cheongsan’s and Gyeongsu’s grunts.

That doesn’t fucking matter. If you don’t kill them with whatever you have, everyone’s gonna be dead, even Cheongsan.

“Whatever,” You sighed. “Fuck this.”

You quickly ran towards the two and pushed them away, ignoring Gyeongsu’s “what are you doing!?” thrown in your direction. Holding the table with one hand, you used the other to whip the knife out and press the two buttons on the handle, the sharp blade instantly making an appearance. Everyone widened their eyes in shock as you don’t hesitate to stab Kang’s head repeatedly with your knife, its force causing his blood to stain your uniform and a small amount of your face. You only stopped when the growling and struggling died down, dropping his completely lifeless body and the table on the floor.

Everyone flinches when you turn around, finding the unbothered and casual look on your face unsettling.

They watch you twirl the knife as you shifted your gaze on Daesu, who was holding zombified Minji that tried to bite him. You cock your head to the side. One slit on the neck should be enough.

Your stare was enough to force Daesu into throwing Minji on the floor as you don’t waste time to grab her hair and stab your knife deep into the side of her neck, before slitting it by sliding the knife towards other side with great force and fast movement. Blood splatters on the floor as she goes limp.

It didn’t even take you thirty seconds to successfully kill two zombies. Maybe you’re more terrifying than those cannibals, everyone thought in sync.

You walk over to the towel that Daesu used to wipe his face with and begins wiping off the blood on your knife, leaning against the lockers. Cheongsan approached you — shrugging Gyeongsu’s alarming hand off his arm — and he sees your body tense almost immediately.

“Did they get to you?”

You look up in surprise at his caring, concern-filled voice.

He gives you a comforting look, having an idea on what you’re feeling right now. You neither regret nor feel guilty about killing them, but you were afraid of a possibility that his thoughts about you might’ve suddenly changed. After all, you’re aware of how even the slightest action can change a person’s thoughts about anyone. Let alone as big of an action as murdering a zombified teacher and classmate.

You silently shake your head, pressing the buttons to make the blade disappear into the handle.

“Then, that’s great.” He smiles, gratitude plastering his face.

“Thank you, for saving us.”

You dropped on the floor as soon as the door of recording room shut behind you, knees growing weak and tears stinging your eyes.

Gyeongsu’s gone. Nayeon did it.

He was Cheongsan’s bestfriend and to think that the girl who liked you was the one who killed him? It fucking made you feel shitty. Guilt devours you from the inside, spreading all throughout your veins and blood as you taste the bitterness in your mouth. There’s no fucking excuse to what she did; Gyeongsu was trying to help and she went all out accusing him of things that didn’t happen — and then goes on killing him without remorse just to prove her point when he didn’t turn.

“You did the same thing to Coach Kang and Minji!” Her voice bitterly haunts your ears.

You did kill them, after they turned into zombies. She wiped a zombie’s blood on Gyeongsu’s hand purposely to make him turn. There’s a big difference. You never wanted Kang and Minji to turn, even though the former pissed you off to no end. No one deserves to be a zombie.

She probably thinks you’re a hypocrite now, maybe even others who stayed quiet the whole time Namra was confronting Nayeon. They must be terrified of you yet they haven’t left you alone to die or kicked you out. Come to remember, they didn’t stop Nayeon from going out on her own.

A knock sounded from the window and you look up to see Cheongsan staring at you worriedly, gesturing to the lock. Unlocking the door, you let him inside by scooting away and watched as he sit beside you after locking it again, leaning both of your back against it.

There was only silence while you two stared blankly at the wall of recording room, grieving over a bestfriend— in your case, a classmate.

“You didn’t do the same thing to Coach Kang and Minji, you know.” He suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. He shifted to face you and also make himself comfortable. “You killed them because you had to, otherwise we would all be dead. Nayeon didn’t have any reason to kill Gyeongsu. Everyone agreed on that.”

“Really?” Your eyes finally met his.

Cheongsan nods with sincerity coating his face. “They understand, and all of them are actually thankful you were brave enough to kill those two. No one thinks you’re the same as Nayeon.” He takes your hand in his and rubs it comfortingly, to which you responded by squeezing his hand back.

You play with his fingers, tracing them and tangling them with yours as you avoid eye contact. “I’m sorry about Gyeongsu...” He frowns at the look on your face. “I noticed something’s wrong with Coach Kang, but I didn’t notice anything when it came to Nayeon. I feel like I should’ve, specially when I’m the one who usually notice small things in this group, and I can’t help but think it’s—”

“It’s not your fault.” Cheongsan immediately interrupted, voice firm and unwavering. “None of us knew what was gonna happen. In fact, I think we’re the ones at fault because we told Nayeon to come here and apologize to Gyeongsu when that was probably what she wanted us to do. You tried to stop us, but we didn’t listen.”

You look up at him, seeing guilt and sadness in his eyes. You intertwined your fingers and Cheongsan doesn’t waste time to hold your hand back. “It isn’t your fault, either. We all carry the burden of not being able to save him, don’t beat yourself up.”

“It’s just—” He sighs. “I’m his best friend. Well, was. I could’ve done something more.”

“But you did, Cheongsan. You kept him from hurting you.” Cupping his face with one hand, you smile to reassure him. “I’m sure the last thing Gyeongsu wanted was to hurt his bestfriend and end up turning him.”

Cheongsan sighs and leans on your touch as he closed his eyes. It feels warm. He believed your words— even you knew Gyeongsu is a kind person who would never dare lay a hand on anyone he treasures. He was poor, but he had the richest heart among all people. Which is why what Nayeon did is even more unforgivable and frustrating.

Why does kind people have to always be the target to cold-blooded people? They might be easy to manipulate, but you still didn’t understand. Why was the world so cruel?

“(Y/n)?” Concern instantly plastered your face at how his voice trembled and he cleared his throat, feeling tears gather in his eyes.

“What is it, love?”

“You’re not gonna leave me, right?”

Cheongsan was afraid. You could easily tell. He was afraid of losing you like he lost Gyeongsu, of seeing you turn into those cannibalistic monsters, of seeing you die. You’re the only thing that kept him sane in this apocalypse. If he lost you, he would have no will to survive anymore.

You frown, wiping off the tears that spilled on his cheeks with your thumb. “I would never leave you, Cheongsan. It’s not gonna happen no matter what. I’ll stay by your side until we can be safe together, okay? Don’t cry, baby.” Bringing your other hand to cup the other side of his face, you gently pulled him to press a kiss on his forehead.

Cheongsan felt butterflies filling his stomach. Even in this zombie apocalypse, you never fail to make him feel loved and tinglish.

No one would probably believe you’re actually this soft and gentle when it comes to your lover. People always assumed you were rough and aggressive, and that you’re far from boyfriend material type. Little did they know you make sure everyday that he knows you love him, even though you can’t be close to each other in school.

You look into each other’s eyes before Cheongsan wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you close to capture your lips in a lingering kiss.

It’s a life or death situation — feeling each other’s presence and kissing each other’s lips mattered more than hiding your relationship. Nothing should matter anymore than you and Cheongsan, and how you would live knowing the grim reaper can suddenly knock on your door anytime.

Right now, you just wanted to focus on the feeling of Cheongsan’s lips more than the zombies probably lurking outside the broadcasting room.

Gathering around the bonfire created by Namra’s lighter, everyone shared their own stories that no one has heard before. Hearing Namra open up made you smile, knowing she never got to do it with anyone up until now because no one bothered to befriend her. It’s actually why you two got along, being the black sheep of Ms. Park’s class.

You didn’t join them on bonfire, only listening to them share their own life stories as you leaned on the railings with both elbows rested on the surface. After dealing with so much crap and Gwinam going for your boyfriend’s head, you needed a well rest and a smoke to calm yourself, as well as to make the stress dissolve even just a bit. Though, dealing with zombies is honestly much better than dealing with school full of shitty students and teachers.

At some point, their conversation shifts from life story to crushes and you resist the urge to chuckle. Talking about crushes is probably the most mundane yet comforting thing to do in the middle of zombie apocalypse because it gives everyone a feeling as if they went back to a time when everyone wasn’t eating everybody. It reminds them of what they were doing when this apocalypse wasn’t a thing.

“How about you, Cheongsan? Do you have a crush?”

Their question made you puff a smoke as your thoughts wandered. Cheongsan can choose whether he’ll tell them or not, you suppose it doesn’t matter now since practically everyone in Korea is a zombie and not many would care anymore if two men are dating each other. Besides, you also wanted to care for him openly without worrying about someone finding out.

You assume Cheongsan nodded in reply due to various noises of curiosity leaving the other’s lips. He, too, probably doesn’t care anymore.

“Really? Who is it?” Onjo asked with surprise and tease lacing her voice, looking at him and waiting excitedly for his answer. Everyone anticipated it as well, some even growing impatient.

Cheongsan doesn’t say anything, instead points at you, who had your back turned to them.

All of their eyes follows the direction his finger pointed at and as soon as you entered their visions, their jaws drop in sync. Joonyoung looks at his finger and you back and fourth as he also pointed at you, mouth moving but no sounds coming out. Suhyeok had his brows raised, shock evident, staring at Cheongsan in disbelief. Hyoryung, Jimin and Daesu all covered their mouths, while Wujin, Onjo and Namra looked at him dumbfounded.

“You have a crush on (Y/n)!?” Wujin was the first to break everyone’s shock, beginning to look at you and Cheongsan back and fourth.

“How come you didn’t tell us? We shared our opinions about him in cafeteria, but you didn’t say anything about liking him.” Suhyeok shoots him a look, betrayed that Cheongsan hid it from them while they were idiotically telling what they felt and thought about his crush.

“Well, I did say he’s handsome.” Cheongsan defended himself. You subtly shake your head with a smile, realizing he must have said it so his friends would take the hint. “And to be honest, it’s not a crush anymore.” He shrugs.

Confusion is next to appear on everyone’s faces at his words, but Cheongsan stands up before they could ask what he means.

They watch as he walks towards you, and couldn’t help but notice that you immediately faced him as soon as his footsteps entered your ears. You inhaled one puff of smoke and threw the cigarette on the concrete floor. As if on instinct, Cheongsan steps on it to put it out. Your interaction was so natural that had everyone thinking if you often do it when you’re together.

“What’s up, Cheongsannie?”

He doesn’t respond, instead brings his hand up to tug your uniform with a pout. It’s a gesture he always does when he wants you to kiss him.

Without hesitation, you slip your hand on his face and leans forward to capture his adorable pouting lips in a kiss as Cheongsan closed his eyes, fist gripping the fabric of your uniform. You heard few of them gasp before you pulled away and ruffled your lover’s hair.

“Satisfied?” You smirk, licking your lips.

Cheongsan smacks your hand away and grumbles about you ruining his already ruined hair, red tint on his cheeks unfortunately visible. His heart pounded rapidly against his chest at first time kissing in front of people.

“Don’t worry, darling. You still look handsome with ruined hair and blood all over you.” Throwing him a teasing compliment, you leaned forward again to kiss his forehead, something that became a habit of yours after you started dating him.

“Fuck you,” Cheongsan playfully curses while pinching your side and shoving you away, though the smile on his face betrayed him.

You scoffed smugly, “You wish. We’re still in the middle of apocalypse, moron.”

“(Y/N)!!”

You laughed, avoiding his hand that tried to smack you over the head and runs over to the bonfire when Cheongsan starts chasing you, using Daesu as a shield. Now, all of them were shocked of how playful you are — a big contrast to how you are in school everyday.

“(Y/n), stop hiding behind Daesu.” Cheongsan panted as he glared at you playfully.

You childishly stuck your tongue out, which made Cheongsan roll his eyes while amusement crosses everyone’s face. “Only if you can make him move away.” You said smugly, knowing no one can force Daesu to move.

Your boyfriend gives you a look before shifting his gaze on Daesu, “Can you move, please?”

Much to your displeasure, the said man scoots away without hesitation and chuckles when he hears your gasp of betrayal. “What the— You traitor!” You smacked his arm quite strongly, causing him to wince and hold the arm that you hit.

Everyone laughs; it feels weird to see you be childish and playful when you’re usually calm, collected, cold and quiet, but they were happy nevertheless because you finally showed a side that you never did. However, they find it also sad how this is the only time they got to see you be playful, when they have just little chances of surviving. They regret fearing you just because you look intimidating. You may have a resting bitch face, but that doesn’t mean you hurt everybody on sight. They should’ve figured that out before.

Cheongsan comes to sit beside you (after successfully smacking the back of your head) with a yawn, exhaution finally showing itself on his body. Your eyes softened as you tugged his arm and Cheongsan let himself fall to your side. His head softly lands on your lap, facing the night sky, and you immediately bring your hand to massage his scalp. Cheongsan sighs in content, closing his eyes.

“Rest, darling. You need it.” You softly say. Everyone can’t help but stare at how gentle you are with Cheongsan.

“You need to rest too,” Cheongsan mutters with eyes still closed. “You and Suhyeok fought those zombies off more than we did.” He feels you shake your head.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re all the same in terms of exhaution.” You take his hand in your unused one to press a kiss on his knuckles. He opens his eyes, feeling butterflies clouding his stomach again. “And besides, I have to protect you from Gwinam. He’s after your head, who knows when he’ll come back.”

“He’s actually after my eye, but you don’t need to protect me all the time, you know.” Intertwining his fingers with yours, Cheongsan looks at you with worry in his eyes. “If you keep thinking about me, you’ll eventually forget to protect yourself. I don’t want you to get hurt or bitten.”

A smile spreads across your lips.

He might be right and it’s probably too dangerous to think about your boyfriend before yourself when zombies can grab you anywhere and anytime, but knowing he’s worried made you feel happy, warmth spreading from your heart outwards.

Cheongsan notices your smile and lightly hits your shoulder with his free hand, pouting. “Why the hell are you smiling? You rarely smile yet you’re smiling at the possibility that you could die protecting me. It’s not funny. Stop that.”

You only let out a chuckle in response to his scolding.

The others can’t help but smile when they heard the sound of your laughter for the first time as Cheongsan continues to simultaneously threat and scold you at the same time, refusing to stop until you swear you’ll look after yourself too. They found yours and Cheongsan’s couple interaction cute and entertaining, some even feeling as if they missed an opportunity to tease the two of you when zombies didn’t exist. It made them feel sad, but at least they found out before it’s too late and could still have an opportunity to tease.

“If you really—”

“Relax, sweetheart.” You interrupted, giving his hand a squeeze. He opens his mouth to object, but you beat him to it. “If you really think I’m going to forget about myself, then protect me instead. That way, we could prevent the worst from happening, hm? How does that sound?”

Cheongsan goes silent as he thinks about it for a while, then squeezed your hand back to let you know he settled his mind. “Okay. Sounds good enough.”

You grinned, leaning down to kiss his lips before petting his hair after pulling away. Greatly satisfied with your suggestion, Cheongsan closes his eyes to get himself to sleep, his free arm wrapping around your torso as he snuggled closer to you, wanting to feel your presence as much as he can. Shrugging your blazer off, you laid it over him to serve as a blanket.

“This is our first time seeing you smile,” Suhyeok spoke when silence fell. You look up to see a soft look plastered on his face. “I don’t mean to tell you what to do, but you should smile more.”

The others nodded their head in agreement. “You look good smiling.” Jimin compliments, receiving another nods of agreement from everyone.

You shrug, “I naturally don’t smile that often. He makes me laugh everytime, though. If you want any reaction out of me, just bring Cheongsan and let us talk. You’ll get a smile or laughter.”

“That’s probably because you trust him more than anyone else.” Onjo smiled, eyes soft. You nod while smiling, gently playing with Cheongsan’s hair.

“You don’t trust anyone that much.” Claimed Joonyoung. “So seeing you be freely yourself around us, it made me think how we gained it over the times we’ve spent together in this zombie apocalypse. Thanks for, you know... Trusting us.”

You flash them a smile. “Thanks for trusting me, too.”

Maybe letting your secret out wasn’t such a bad thing even before the apocalypse, with an exception of those gangs you beat up that may or may not use Cheongsan as hostage to get back at you.

Nonetheless, you were glad that your boyfriend had revealed everything out in the open — you’ve gained not many, but enough support. You’ll forever cherish this day, even if there’s little hope left to survive.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[manuchyy]

cheong-san with a gf who always stays calms and acts like a pillar of support for everyone during the apocalypse but ends up breaking down when it gets too much but luckily she has cheong-san to help her! (ahh i saw requests were open and i’ve never requested before so i hope i did this right LOL)

a CHEONG-SAN X FEMALE READER fanfic

Genre: soft romance, horror with fluff and comfort.

Warnings: mentions of death, gore and dark, suicidal thoughts. A few cuss words too.

Synopsis: you were always thoughtful and caring, never thinking twice before putting others above yourself. This didn't change after the outbreak, it only pushed your actions over the limit. It's only a matter of time before the consequences arrive.

Author’s Note: I AM SO SORRY! I deeply apologize for the HUGE delay this story and many others had. I had lost motivation and my mental health went down the drain after I got covid, The stress I felt whenever I tried writing was terrible and I needed more time away from stuff. I’m slowly coming back and noting many ideas for future stories. And I am so sorry if the ending of this story seems lazy or just cheesy...I am so sorry :( It’s been months without writing. I hope this story was what you had in mind though, again a huge apology for the delay. I hope you are doing okay dear anon! Much love <3  

You could no longer recall for how long you've been trapped in the school, and neither could your classmates remember when it all began. At first, it had been all about survival and playing the waiting game for rescue, counting the days for it's arrival. The sounds of helicopters who flew by had brought hope, a glimpse of that small chattered hope was all they had. But they never came. The sound of planes and sightings of soldiers had brought strength to keep going, to wait. But they never came. Slowly, that loop of false hope took it's toll on your former classmates upon realizing you all had been forgotten, left behind. Left to die.

While at some point most gave up, you stood your ground and worked hard to adapt to everything that happened around you. The outbreak, the infected, survival. Your efforts not only gave the group emotional support, but provided them with security, supplies and a warmth that was lost since day one.

Although you were never an athlete, never fit in the category of an athlete and never had what it took to be one, you still had focused short workout sessions that lasted from 5-10 minutes, working on your strength and stamina in hopes of being more of a support when facing against the infected. You had also come up with ways to fight back using furniture and materials around the school to the group's advantage, hoping it would make it easier to deal with the infected when the time came. You had done practically everything in your power to help.

But with every passing day, it became clear the road ahead all of you wouldn't be easy to cope with. Upon loosing friends and family, you had watched the same happen to your fellow companions and your feelings were thrown into a deep pit of helplessness. You could feel fear and doubt clawing at you. Loss wasn't something you could fix, wasn't something you could reverse and bring it back. No, you watched it and took it in. You had accepted, accepted that this perhaps was what would happen to all of you one day. You had watched your friends cry upon seeing their loved ones turned into homicidal infected, with only rage driven instincts lingering in their now empty minds. You couldn't help them.

You knew that giving into frustration and letting that pit of dark, insane driven thoughts take over you would only worsen the already sensitive situation. That small spark of hope you brought to all of them was all they had to hold on to, and that couldn't be destroyed. You couldn't worsen things between you and the others, especially Cheong-San.

Cheong-San had shown a lot of support towards your ideas and workout sessions, being of great help with some of them even. He stood constantly by your side, assisted and protected you while on high alert for anything that could bring you harm. Even though you had his company, he liked to silently watch and listen. Almost as if he were a ghost, observing you from the shadows. Cheong-San loved how willing you were to survive and to implement that same energy into your fellow companions, supporting them even when you were brought down. However, he was well aware that was one of your facades to strengthen others and not you. You were risking your life so others could survive.

Despite seeing right through your actions, Cheong-San stood quiet and didn't protest against what you've done. He couldn't. You had given your best to get where you were now, as well as the group. They all needed that support, that positivity only you had. Cheong-San acknowledged that destroying it would most likely get everyone killed. You included. He had asked you multiple times if you were okay and keeping yourself just as healthy, but you had dismissed him time after time.

You weren't dumb, you could understand and appreciate he was worried and you knew he wanted to help but you would never in a million years let him risk himself like you were doing. You'd put him above the others and yourself if need be, you'd make sure he survived even if you had to be left behind. Cheong-San was everything to you, your only source of happiness and you would be lying if you said you weren't grateful for the things he'd done for you. He'd done a lot, more than necessary even. Now it was your time to fill in that spot, to repay him somehow.

...

The day had gone by rather quickly, forcing you and the group of survivors to take some refuge and rest in the comfort provided by what used to be a classroom, tiding it up and making sure it was secure enough for the night. It had been a rough day, rougher than any other and that was being generous.

While your classmates drifted off to sleep, you had stayed awake to work on one of your many plans on how to get out of there as soon as the sun rised, and as you hadn't slept properly in a long time you thought it wasn't a big deal to stay awake again. Every classroom was temporary, it had to be, otherwise you'd have infected coming in from every side. You learnt the hard way that they will follow their rabid instincts to go after uninfected people, searching and ravaging every corner to find them after a long period of time. And they bring in friends, they are never alone.

With a small piece of paper and a pencil, you worked smoothly in your plan, drawing and writing every idea you had into the blank spaces. You were standing, your left hand serving as support on the table while the other held the pencil loosely. The classroom was dark and the only source of light came from outside, the night's natural light shinning right through the small gap in the window and right into your paper. The table was placed next to the window and you could have a better view of what your school had become, of what it's former students had become. You shot them glances while you worked, the silent snores of your classmates and the usual moans and grunts from the infected outside serving as the only source of sound to keep you sane enough. The sight didn't bother you anymore, nor did the sounds. Or so you thought.

You were so concentrated in your plan you failed to notice the tall figure approaching from behind you, hand were felt on your hips and it was enough to startle you for a brief moment, until the touch was recognized and you relaxed. The touch was gentle and smooth, a touch you so learned to appreciate and love. As you turn around, you are met with Cheong-San's tired expression, already telling you that he hadn't slept ever since you all had arrived to the classroom.

''Cheong-San, why aren't you sleeping?'' You questioned, keeping your voice low as to not disturb your sleeping classmates and quickly shifting your attention back to the paper in front of you.

''I could ask you the same thing...'' Cheong-San mumbled, making you pause your writing momentarily to look up at him again. He sighed, knowing exactly where this was going.

''Cheong-San-''

''No, stop-''

You finally raise your voice, shooting him a glare. ''Cheong-San, please.''

You hated raising your voice at him, especially when there are others around. But you couldn't and wouldn't have this conversation, it was complicated and you had something else to focus on, the arguments you both had usually lasted for an hour or two. This wasn't the time.

''I don't want to talk about this now, not again. I-I know you worry about me but please just let me work on this and I promise I'll go to sleep, okay? We need this right now, they need this. Please.'' You implored, a frown making itself present on your face and all those pent up emotions catching up to the recent events.

''And what about you? You've been working on...these plans and-and preparations for far too long. You don't even take care of yourself do you? You barely talk to me now too...'' He sighed, removing his hands from your hips and crossing his arms ''Do you have any idea how I feel?''

You paused. He just pulled that card, and you were furious.

‘‘Excuse me?’‘  You began, blinking in shock at his question. ‘’I- I don’t have any idea how you feel?! Why do you think I’m doing all of this? For myself? I’m doing this so you can all fucking survive, so I can protect you! I don’t want you or the others to end up like my damn parents, can you understand that? Especially YOU! I fucking love you and- and- I care about you so damn much and I want to protect you, you’ve done that to me so many times I want to repay you!’’ 

At this point you were crying, the sniffles could be heard all across the classroom and your classmates stared in shock at the scene taking place in the corner. They woke up with your yells, you hadn’t noticed how loud you’ve gotten as you ranted. Cheong-San stood still in front of you, his eyes were wide and they had a hint of sadness in them. Had you been hiding all of these feelings from him?

‘‘I-I’m sorry, I can’t- I can’t-’‘ You broke down crying and Cheong-San was quick to catch you in his arms, holding you tightly. ‘‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’‘

The warm embrace Cheong-San held made you feel at home, made you feel safe. It was a hold you never wanted to loose, a hold you wanted to cherish forever. Cheong-San understood that and never wasted any time on giving you that, he wanted you to smile and tell him your problems. He knew that this time would come and hoped he would be able to make you change your mind, but the outcome clearly didn’t turn out as expected. He had been hesitant at first, silently watching you from his resting spot in one of the corners, but seeing you awake to work on the plans again made his heart clench in guilt. Your classmates had gone back to sleep after a while seeing as Cheong-San had it under control, not that them interfering would make things any better. It was something between the both of you only.

Cheong-San’s emotions were all over the place, his thoughts scrambled to get proper words out of his mouth without hurting you any further but it seemed so hard. Your mind was way too overwhelmed, he was worried that whatever he tried to say would make it worse, he was insecure. Cheong-San then opted to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, telling you he understood. And he did, he really did. He made sure his hold was tight so you could focus on that only, focus on the embrace. 

The hug and sweet words seemed to work as your body relaxed under his touch after a few minutes, your sniffles could still be heard but you weren’t crying anymore. That dark pit of emotions you felt was no longer there, the uncertainty that had clawed at you was gone, the feeling of helplessness was gone. All you could think about was the hold that reminded you of old times, when things were more simple. At some point, Cheong-San pulled away from the hug and looked into your watery eyes. He smiled at you, and that smile was enough to let you know you weren’t alone. 

No words had to be said, that smile was the source of your strength, the source of your happiness that you seemed to have lost long ago. The source of your hope. 

The source of your survival.

[vex91]

All of Us Are Dead Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff (s) - smut

Lee Cheongsan:

Nothing yet...

Nam Onjo:

Nothing yet...

Lee Suhyeok:

Nothing yet...

Choi Namra:

Nothing yet...

Han Gyeongsu:

Nothing yet...

Lee Nayeon:

Nothing yet...

Jang Wujin:

Nothing yet...

Jang Hari:

Nothing yet...

Park Mijin:

Nothing yet...

Yoon Gwinam:

Nothing yet...

[airbendertendou]

12] youre not from here are you + 21] try controlling that temper of yours with zombie!cheongsan please!

“hey, are you okay?” you call out. there’s a boy in front of you, drenched in sawdust and debris. shakily, he turns to face you - he’s confused and scared and lost. you raise your hands slowly as a means to say ‘i’m not here to hurt you’. “you’re not from here, are you? i’m yn.”

he lets out a stuttering breath, walking towards you - you notice the limp he seems to be nursing. “cheongsan. an attack - there was a- a zombie attack.”

“zombie attack?” you mutter to yourself. cheongsan is closer now, only two feet of space left between you both. you tilt your head, “hyosan, right?”

cheongsan nods and his body let’s out a shiver. he’s thinking of what happened - thinking about how he and his friends were just left for dead. thinking about how gwinam wouldn’t stop chasing him. thinking about how he’d never get to see gyeongsu or onjo again. without him knowing, his left eye flashed - cheongsan wasn’t fully human anymore.

you let out an awkward chuckle at the sight of red-hot veins crawling up the left side of his face. “okay, let’s try controlling that temper of yours, hm?”

at once, cheongsan calms his anger and cocoa colored eyes are looking at you once more. he lets out another breath, his body wracking with another shiver. “yeah. sorry.”

“you’re good. c’mon, cheonsan - i’ll get you somewhere safe.”

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[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Lee Cheong-San (이청산)

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Lee Su-Hyeok (이수혁)

And So You Thought… {Angst -> Fluff}

Because The Rain Makes Rainbows {Fluff}

Han Gyeong-Su (한경수)

~coming soon~

Yang Dae-Su (양대수)

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Oh Joon-Yeong (오준영)

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Jang Wu-Jin (장우진)

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Yoon Gwi-Nam (윤귀남)

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[maesfics]

LEE CHEONGSAN! *  ੈ✩‧₊

oneshots

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headcanons 

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[r3flrt]

☆ AOUAD WHEN THEIR CRUSH SLEEPS ON THEIR SHOULDER

synopsis | how aouad reacts to their crush falling asleep on their shoulder ☆ pairing | aouad x gn!reader ☆ wc | 408

note | honestly imagined it happening in my head and just blurted it out on this soo yeah :) (wu-jin’s got removed for some reason it disappeared)

☆ cheong-san

His heart would skip a beat. His face would flush and he would just stare down at your cute sleeping face, trying to keep his cool. Cheong-san is glad to be able to stare at your face. Whenever you did wake up he would just stare at you before complaining about how his shoulder hurt and he wasn’t able to move for so long. Deep down inside he’s happy and he almost says he’s joking when you apologize.

☆ su-hyeok

Su-hyeok wouldn’t know what to do. He would be talking to you on a bench and he felt you land onto his shoulder. “Are you listening to—” he turned to see you sleeping on his shoulder and his heart started beating so fast. He’d move your hair that fell in front of your face, admiring your gorgeous face. He would take his chance, kissing your forehead and rubbing your shoulder.

☆ gwi-nam

The two of you were under the bleachers, talking about the problems of school. The last time he looked over to you, you were playing with your skirt/pants, but by the time he finished his thought you were laying on his shoulder, still barley falling asleep. “Hey!” He taps your arm roughly, looking away when you pushed his hand off. “Please..let me sleep for a little while.” You yawn, placing a hand on his thigh. He’d roll his eyes and scoff, knowing he really didn’t mind.

© r3flrt ☆ do not copy, plagiarize, repost, modify or translate my works without permission. do not recommend my works on any platform other then tumblr, especially on TikTok.

[writinganything]

Suhyeok x Reader Imagine: Child

Ps: Y/N is a black girl

As we were all sitting around the fire discussing about what were our plan for the future if the apocalypse never happened, Dae-Su said “Bare-Su it’s your turn to talk”

He took few seconds before answering “If the whole zombie thing didn’t happened, I would’ve graduated high school, then I probably would’ve gone to Seoul to study, rent an appartement and live with Y/N.” I turn my head to look at him when he said that.

“You want children with her or something?” Asked Joonyoung

“Yeah, but I want to marry her first” Suhyeok softly said

“Really?” I finally said, touched by his words

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about this for a while now”

“Would you like having a boy or a girl?” I asked.

He took a few seconds before answering “I want to be a girl’s dad. She would look just like me, but with your beautiful curly hair, skin and your personality. She’s gonna be absolutely beautiful”.

He looked at me with a smile (like the GIF) as he described the way he imagine our futur daughter. A small silent went by before Cheongsan said “ Damn bro you’re completely whipped for Y/N”.

We all chuckled at his comment, while Suhyeok roll his eyes, annoyed but with a small grin.

_____________

I think I’ll write another thing about y’all child. Tell me what you guys think!

[kooosmiko]

𝗣𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗌 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 ─── 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽

★ gênero: fofo; ★ pequenas sinopses: voces estão em um relacionamento e após uma briga, ele decide te pedir desculpas ★ personagens: gwi-nam, su-hyeok, gyeong-su, cheong-san x f!reader

Gwi-nam: Definitivamente o errado da briga, e eu sinceramente acho que ele não iria ser o primeiro a pedir desculpas e você, então, você que deveria ir até ele (mesmo que Gwi-nam fosse o errado).

Cheong-san: Ele faria um pedido de desculpas simples, mas fofo ao mesmo tempo. Te dando seu doce fav, sendo um pouco meloso, de dando cafuné e logo te chamando para sair.

Su-hyeok: Mesmo se fosse o certo da briga, ele iria fazer questão de pedir desculpas a você, sendo o mais fofo e atencioso possível.

⸻ Desculpa... ⸻ Ele falou após cruzar a porta da sala de aula, com uma carta pequena e simples na mão, deixando-a em sua mesa.

Você o olhou, sorrindo de canto e sem dizer uma palavra, concordou com a cabeça em um 'sim' sútil. Ele sorriu, e disse:

⸻ Quer rodar o centro de Seul depois da aula? ⸻ Ele perguntou sorrindo.

Gyeong-su (meu namorado): Uma criança num corpo de um adolescente, ficaria emburrado e envergonhado de pedir desculpas.

⸻ Vai pedir desculpas, agora! ⸻ Cheong-san falou empurrando o melhor amigo, que esbarrou em você na hora.

⸻ Ah, desculpa por essbarrar em ti ⸻ Ele disse coçando a nuca e meio sem jeito. ⸻ E tambem, hm....me desculpa pela briga..

⸻ Pensei que não iria me pedir desculpas! ⸻ Você sorriu dando um beijinho na bochecha.

[satorusplayplace]

I just read your Cheong-san × Reader fic and I'd love to see a part two. TuT <3 Maybe you could explore how the reader was still upset/hurt (or both lol) about/by what Cheong-san did, and Gwi-nam's reaction? 👀

PART ONE

AHHH SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO THIS. school can really kick your butt. ㅜㅡㅜ 

word count ;;  990

genre ;; cheongsan x gn!reader, angst, romance, angst with semi? good ending, gwinam x gn!reader, cheongsan a big of a wussy…

warnings ;; language, cheongsan can be a dick, gwinam gets soft, THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW THE PLOT BUT MIGHT HAVE SPOILERS SO BEWARE.

summary ;; recap of part one: cheongsan is dating y/n but still has feelings for onjo. when gwinam is coming to get his revenge on cheongsan and bites y/n, cheongsan still feels some type of way.

part two: gwinam now knows about what happened, his reaction wasn’t the best at all. in his mind, all he could think was getting cheongsan dead. gwinam thought about y/n though. as they were scared and yet confused and didn’t know what to do. he tried to comfort them in the process. (WARNING: feelings may arise.)

BIG NOTE: IM SORRY IF THIS IS SO RUSHED !!!!!!

note: if you want a part three please let me know!!! This is before I finished writing so idk if I added a cheongsan and gwinam ending. If I do, you guys may request for an afterwards! But most likely I may not do it since I like to leave everyone In their own imaginations 💀💀 but also I may do it since I really do enjoy gwinam! I finally got something from school done and I’m hoping I won’t be set back that much anymore with things I’m doing. 

TAGLIST: I didn’t know if you guys all wanted to be tagged but since you commented and have been waiting for so long. please enjoy :D @simpfor-gwi-nam @minaanyl22 @blueturkeyfarmland @istantxt @snixx2088 @dreamzluvrr @jjnnnyy @mitsurisfavgf

gwinam is the type of man to have zero remorse and give zero fucks about anyone. but now, he has one scared person who is (height). he thinks that no matter what height you are, now you have to be brave and try to survive but as the two are half zombie, half human. or maybe full zombie, and just have a good IQ…

gwinam has to be able to comfort you but in a way he’s never done. he’s always never wanted to tease you. he thought you were nice but in reality it’s probably because you’ve always known him as gwinam and not the toy of bullies and apart of the bullies. no one would call him by his name but you. he enjoyed it. he liked it a lot. gwinam knows that he has to be able to comfort you. he takes you to a room that’s been empty for a while.

“listen, i know i’m not the best person who can comfort you but i promise i won’t ever hurt you. cheongsan did… and… i…i can see why you would go back to him… because obviously you still have feelings for him and all that bullshit. but don’t go back to that nerd. he’s just into that other bitch or whatever. fuck him. you’re better off with me.” you smiled at his words because the boy struggled a bit to find words to help with somewhat of comforting you. you smiled at gwinam.

“thank you gwinam. i’ve always tried to help you in some way by calling you by your name. i wanted you to change your ways but obviously not everything works out, obviously not with me… haha… but i appreciate your advice.” you told him.

you both leave the room and go on. you both just walk in silence and then you give him a hug. you did appreciate his advice and you’re deciding what to do. you should choose. you can’t have both of them. as gwinam has been there for you crying your eyes out. as hearing cheongsan confess his dying love for fucking onjo. which grew a strong hatred for her and cheongsan. you just didn’t know what to do.

you just stayed with gwinam for the time being and gwinam just kissed your head. you looked at him in shock. it’s funny how feelings can arise in the matter of a few days, isn’t it? it’s very weird. but you liked it. gwinam felt right… but so did cheongsan.

gwinam and you started holding hands and you looked up to smile at him. as you guys walked you approach a bunch of zombies and found the group.. cheongsan and the others..

CHEONGSAN ENDING:

you lead gwinam to cheongsan and the group. allowing him to grab cheongsan but instead of letting gwinam take cheongsan and kill him. you elbow him in the eye and then kick him in the shin. you grab cheongsan and tell them all to get out.

“leave now.”

you fight off gwinam as much as you could and then run. you ran as far as you could. you ended up catching up to them.

“are you fucking crazy?”

“you could’ve died you idiot???”

“what is wrong with you?”

“why did you go with that disgusting freak?”

“are you okay?”

“did he hurt you?”

you were still panting so suhyeok and namra tell them to give you space. you were so crowded. you finally started to catch your breath and started to explain everything.

“so we ended up talking, he didn’t hurt me, but i missed you guys. i missed you all. i missed you too cheongsan… and i realized that i really love you and it’s okay if you still like onjo I guess. not like we were out and everyone knew we were dating so I mean whatever…”

cheongsan ends up pulling you into a kiss and hugs you tight.

“never leave me again.”

you guys walk to the safe zone and they clear you all. but namra and you have to go into another zone for some other help since you guys are like half zombies. you never thought it would be better here.

GWINAM ENDING.

you helped gwinam take cheongsan and the others make it out with onjo fighting them to get to cheongsan. you snarled at her and made her back off. you allowed gwinam to fight cheongsan, you saw something in the air and immediately told gwinam that you guys had to go.

“get one last punch and we gotta go babe.” you say to him and he gets it in and leaves the bleeding cheongsan left to die and get eaten.

you both run as fast as possible and leave. you guys hear the explosion, it was so fucking loud. your ears were ringing so bad, it hurt like hell. you held onto gwinam though. made sure he was still there. he also held onto you. you both were panting and as you caught your breathes.

you smiled at each other. you guys got away and got some revenge on cheongsan. “let’s not go to the safe zone. I bet it’s safer here anyways for us half zombies I guess…” he agreed and pulls you in for a kiss. it took you by surprise… it felt like fireworks and it just felt right and not wrong. it felt like butterflies. it felt like the best feeling ever. you both just walked around and smiled at each other. it made you happy and him. he protected you and fed you since you got scared to still. he made sure you were being fed though. you were his everything just as he was yours.

you felt so free with gwinam. the man made you feel so alive. he felt like home. you absolutely loved it. you wished nothing but to continue to feel this feeling over and over until you guys are dead.

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Hopelessly Lost

☁︎Submarry :ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵉˢ ʰᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵉˡˢᵉ ᵒʳ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ʰᵉ?

☁︎genre: angst

☁︎warning: FULL ON ANSGHT WITHOUT FLUFF JUST ANGST BECAUSE WHY NOT.

꧁ TᕼIS STORY IS HEAVILY ᗷY 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 - 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗻 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘄/𝗵 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗯𝘆 𝗥𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗴𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘆 (𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱 listening 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀)

➪𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 ,𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙰𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲

"𝚜𝚞𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔-𝚊𝚑" 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝒉𝒊𝒎

"𝚘𝚑 𝚑𝚒"

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.

'𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢?' 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.

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"𝚈/𝚗"

"𝚈/𝚗"

"𝚈/𝙽 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃"

𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚞 𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞

☁︎𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚟

"𝙾𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕?"

"𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝?"

"𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 , 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

"𝙾𝚑 𝚘𝚔 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?"

"𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 , 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝? 3-4 𝚙𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍"

"𝚘𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐"

"𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢? 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 do 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔"

𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗..𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢

"𝚘𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 , 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏...𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔"

"𝚊𝚑𝚑 𝚘𝚔𝚔 , 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜?"

"𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝"

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su hyeoks pov:

"𝚂𝚞 𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢?" 𝙶𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 , 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚈/𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢."

"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛"

"𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛."

"𝚢𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎"

"𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝚈"

"𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏"

"𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃?" 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢

"𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 , 𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝒉𝒆𝒓"

"𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 saying that" 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍

"𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 , 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝" 𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗

"𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?"

"𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘"

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"𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜" 𝚠𝚞𝚓𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍

" 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎"

"𝙱𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕" 𝚍𝚊𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

"𝙸 𝚊𝚖"

𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

"𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈?" 𝙳𝙰𝙴 𝚂𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙻𝚈

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛"

"𝙾𝙷𝙷 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝒉𝒆𝒓?

"𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝒉𝒆𝒓" 𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢

"𝚘𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚢/-"

𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚞𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍

"𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢"

"𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢?" 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎

"𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢"

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑-"

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍

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'𝚒 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚞 𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍' 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜

𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚈/𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎.

𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨

"𝚜𝚞𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔?"

"𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎"

"𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢?"

"𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚝𝚑𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎" 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛

"𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

"𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚎?"

𝙽𝚘

"....."

"𝚂𝚞𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎"

"......"

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚙.

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𝚈/𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚟:

"𝚑𝚎𝚢"

𝚆𝚞 𝚓𝚒𝚗

"𝚘𝚑 𝚑𝚒"

"𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ��𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 in"

𝚒 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍

"𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝"

"𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛, 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐"

"𝚘𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑"

"𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗?"

"𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 56 , 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 " 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔

"𝚘𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 , 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍?"

"𝚢𝚎𝚜,𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢/𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎" 𝚑𝚎 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙

"𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚘"

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𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟:

𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢/𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚞𝚓𝚒𝚗?

𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎..𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚘

𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜..𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 , 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢

𝚘𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚊 , 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢

"𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝" 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎

𝙸 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛

"𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞"

𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋

"𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗

𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢

𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 her 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.

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𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 1 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮

𝙸 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝙶𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞

𝙳𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚞

𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚊𝚗

𝙽𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚒

𝙹𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗

𝙾𝚗𝚓𝚘

𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚔

𝙷𝚢𝚘𝚛𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝..

"𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙶𝚄𝚈𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚈/𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝚄𝙹𝙸𝙽" 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍

𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛

"𝚕𝙴𝚃 𝚄𝚂 𝙸𝙽" 𝚢/𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍

"𝙽𝙾 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙸𝙽" 𝙽𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑

"𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳"

"𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚄𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁𝚂" 𝚆𝚄 𝙹𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚃 𝚄𝚂

𝚍𝚊𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗

"𝙰𝙸𝚂𝙷 𝚆𝙷𝚈𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙸𝙽"

"𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

"𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑"

"𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎"

𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢

"𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 , 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎" 𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍

"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝"

"𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝"

"𝙳𝙾 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶"

𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

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on hold.

[purelydreamy]

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

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camilo madrigal ⇩

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐮��𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

[ddeonubaby]

Cheongsan smau yall?

[airbendertendou]

all of us are dead masterlist ♥︎

now playing : “i think we’re safe. zombies don’t curse.”

lee cheongsan

♥︎ nothing yet

nam onjo

♥︎ nothing yet

lee suhyeok

♥︎ scary boyfie but he paints your nails <3

choi namra

♥︎ nothing yet

jang wujin

you are in love! ♥︎ your best friend realizes he likes you more than he planned to.

jang hari

♥︎ nothing yet

han gyeongsu

you are in love! ♥︎ your best friend realizes he likes you more than he planned to.

park mijin

♥︎ nothing yet

yoon gwinam

♥︎ scary boyfie but he paints your nails <3

min eunji

♥︎ nothing yet

oh joonyeong

♥︎ nothing yet

yang daesu

♥︎ nothing yet

if i write this n none of them are in character please forgive me ):

airbendertendou © all rights reserved — these are all works of fiction written by me. do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform.

[leaderwonim]

✴︎ THE MONSTER’s GONE, HE’S ON THE RUN, AND YOUR BOYFRIEND’s HERE.

pairing. lee heeseung x fem!reader

genre. established relationship, zombie apocalypse au, ANGST, fluff then and there, high sch!au (they’re seniors), mentions of dying and being bitten

synopsis. when it comes down to it, will lee heeseung protect you like he had promised in the beginning of your relationship?

author’s note. This one is a long one and I lwk felt my heart being ripped apart as I finished the ending 🙁 the scene where he sings to her is based off of the scene from “Beautiful Boy” where Nick’s father sings to him. I kind of envisioned Y/n and Heeseung as Cheongsan and On-jo so do whatever you want with this information!

Lee Heeseung was the perfect boyfriend. He was athletic, tall, and most importantly of all, loving. He wasn’t afraid to show you how much he cared about your relationship.

Being the captain of the hockey team came with a lot of perks. For one, no one was able to yell at him for always giving oogly eyes at you during practice, and no one dared say a word when Heeseung would stop in the middle of his laps to talk to you.

“It’s pretty cold, isn’t it?” Ha Kyungmi, the girlfriend of your cousin and Heeseung’s friend, Sunghoon, perched herself right next to you in the stands.

“Heeseung gave me his jersey.”

Kyungmi smirks, letting her hands feel the material of the jersey you have on. “You lucky bitch!” She says, making you giggle. “Heeseung’s never lent someone his jersey before, that’s how you know he’s serious.”

“That’s good to know,” your eyes look back into the ice, seeing your boyfriend and Sunghoon competing to see who was the fastest.

“You hear that breakout that’s been happening in Busan?” Kyungmi digs in her sweater pockets, pulling out her phone. “It’s reaching Seoul. My mom told me about it yesterday.”

You read over the article that Kyungmi shows you on her phone, something about a deadly outbreak that’s been contaminating the people of Korea. It had started in Busan, and it was making its way to Seoul now.

“Hey!” The voice of your boyfriend makes you snap out of your daze. Heeseung makes his way towards you along with Sunghoon, pulling off their skates as they tossed it against the wall.

“You look pretty,” Heeseung leans in to give your cheek a sloppy kiss, one that has Sunghoon pretending to gag at. “What are you gagging at Hoon? As if that’s not you and your girlfriend all the time.”

Sunghoon raises his hand in mock surrender, interlocking his hand with Kyungmi. “It’s weird seeing you kiss my cousin dude!” He says. “We’re gonna go to the cafeteria if you guys want to meet us there later.”

You glance at your phone, realizing there was only 15 minutes of lunch left.

“Sure, we’ll meet you there man.” Heeseung gives Sunghoon a pat on the back before intertwining his hand with yours, pulling you closer to him despite already being in close proximity.”

“Were you cold?” He asks, concerned bambi eyes making you bite your lip.

“No I wasn’t Seungie.” You lean your head on his shoulder, his thumb rubbing your fingers as the two of you stayed in silence for a bit. “We should probably meet with Sunghoon and Kyungmi before lunch ends.”

“Yeah.” The two of you stand up, making your way out of the ice rink. Thankfully for your growling stomach, your school’s cafeteria was only a few meters away.

“There they are!” Kyungmi waves the two of you over, “I told you buying 2 extra sandwiches was a good idea!”

“Okay okay, sorry baby.” Sunghoon says. “Took you guys forever.”

“It was 5 minutes Hoon,” Heeseung rolls his eyes, thanking Kyungmi as she passed you two your sandwiches. “I really don’t want to go to Ms. Jung’s class. She’ll be the death of me.”

Suddenly, there’s a scream, one that is so horrid that it makes your boyfriend drop the glass cup of orange juice he was holding.

“What’s happening?!” Heeseung says, standing up immediately. He wraps his arm around your waist, eyes widening when he sees students panicking all around.

“Quick, Mr. Jeon’s class is nearby!” Sunghoon pulls the three of you towards a classroom. Inside was about 10 other students, whom of which looked like they were on high alert.

“Yah,” one of the guys said, suddenly standing up. You recognize him as Yoo Hanbin, one of your classmates from biology during your tenth year. “Are you guys bitten? Show us your neck and arms.”

“Bitten?” Heeseung scoffs, pulling you closer to him.

“They don’t know what’s happening Hanbin.” One of his friends says calmly. “They’re probably just scared like us. Close the door, hurry.”

Hanbin snarls, but he obliges. He ushers the four of you in, closing the door in a rush. He then places the teacher’s large wooden desk against it with the help of the other students.

“What’s going on?” Kyungmi asks, flinching when a sudden bang comes from the door.

“Quick! Move more desks!” Despite not knowing what the hell was happening, you helped Hanbin and the others place all the desks against Mr. Jeon’s room.

“There’s an apocalypse,” Hanbin’s friend answers after you all catch your breath. “Haruto.” He introduces himself after.

“Apocalypse?” Heeseung’s grip on your hand is suddenly tighter. “What? You mean like a zombie apocalypse Haruto?”

“I didn’t believe it either,” Hanbin slides his body down against the wall tiredly, lifting up his sleeves to show you his arm. “At first.”

It was bloody and looked like it hurt badly.

“I was in the piano room when it happened. Seolhee’s cries were all I could hear before I heard them. Their growls.” Hanbin shakes his head, looking down at the ground. “I tried saving her—but I couldn’t. One of them tried to bite me before I slashed them across the face with the piano chair. I ran so fast that I fell on the way to Mr. Jeon’s room, that’s where the cut came from.”

You can’t help but send the poor boy a look of pity, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden information.

“Is this about the outbreak?” Kyungmi suddenly speaks up. “The one we read about, remember Y/N? Is it the one from Busan causing all of this?”

Haruto solemnly nods, and that’s enough for you to let out a small cry.

Heeseung wraps his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his chest. “Sh, it’s alright.”

But it wasn’t.

You and Heeseung huddle up together against one of the corners of the room alongside Kyungmi and Sunghoon, trying to generate as much heat as possible.

With the whole city in ruins by now, you knew electricity would be gone soon, you just hoped it would be gone in the morning instead of night.

“We’re almost out of water.” Haruto says, getting up suddenly. One of the girls, who you recognize as Ryujin gets up with him.

If you weren’t stuck in a zombie apocalypse, you would’ve gushed over how much they complimented one another. Ryujin was the star tennis player who looked like she hated everybody, but the way she looks at Haruto showed that she more than tolerated him.

“You seriously aren’t thinking..?” Ryujin pulls Haruto back by his arm. “You can’t go by yourself to get water!”

“I’ll go with him.”

For all the years you’ve known Sunghoon, he’s never been as brave as he was now. You could tell Kyungmi was scared out of her mind, grabbing onto his hand as her lips quivered.

“It’s too dangerous! We’ll live without water for now!”

“Don’t be ridiculous baby,” Sunghoon gives her a comforting glance. “Me and Haruto will go, we’ll come back soon.”

“If he’s going, I’m going too.” The emotions Ha Kyungmi felt earlier now transferred to you. You shake your head, not letting Lee Heeseung’s hand fall from yours. “Y/N, please. Sunghoon’s my best friend, I have to.”

But I’m your girlfriend, you wanted to say.

As much as it hurt you, you knew you had to let Heeseung go. The risks were high, but you knew the rest of your classmates were thirsty to death and needed water as soon as possible. You couldn’t be selfish and beg your boyfriend to stay in front of all of them.

“Be safe.” You say, standing up to cup Heeseung’s face. “Please. Protect yourself first.”

He nods, wiping away the tears that escaped your eyes.

“Promise me, Heeseung.” You whisper.

“I promise.”

You let go of Heeseung reluctantly, watching as him, Sunghoon, and Haruto all slowly push aside the desks, opening the door as slowly as possible.

The growls were less prominent than they were a few hours earlier. You didn’t even want to look through the window to see how many zombies were downstairs at your school’s entrance.

As soon as they’re gone, a boy comes and sits himself right next to Kyungmi and you, giving a small smile.

“You okay Kyung?”

You find it weird how close he’s being with Kyungmi, and even weirder that he waited till Sunghoon had left.

“I’m fine Eunwoo,” Kyungmi replies, slouching against the wall. “Are you okay?”

You turn your head back around, not wanting to eavesdrop on your friend. You prayed and prayed that Heeseung would be kept safe when he was going to get water. You knew where the boys were going—Mrs Ahn’s room. She was the only teacher who kept giant packs of water bottles in her class for students who were thirsty. You hoped Mrs. Ahn was still alive.

“They’re going to Mrs. Ahn, aren’t they?” Ryujin asks, sitting herself next to you.

“They are.” You turn to make eye contact with her, surprised to see a purple bruise near her eye. “What happened to you?”

“Zombies.” She grins, although she knows it’s no time for jokes. “I only made a fuss earlier because Haruto was the one who saved me. Despite being quiet, he really knows how to fight off zombies.”

“Hey,” you get closer to her, almost whispering now. “What do you know about Eunwoo over there?”

Ryujin raises her eyebrows, placing her sight on Eunwoo who was talking to Kyungmi up close. “Has had a crush on Ha Kyungmi for over a year now. I see them sometimes.”

Your eyebrows furrow, not expecting such a response. Before you could say anything back, Heeseung and Haruto quickly rush into the room, slamming the desks back onto the door.

“Seungie?” You and Ryujin rush over to help them. They had 2 packs of waters in their hands, letting it drop on the ground along with their knees as they tried to catch their breath.

“I—I—” Heeseung seems choked up, his eyes teary and red. “I tried to help him—I really did.”

Your jaw practically drops knowing full well what Heeseung was implying. Park Sunghoon was nowhere to be found, not behind him, not behind Haruto.

“They came so quickly, we panicked and we just ran and I—” Haruto is unable to finish his sentence when you let out a scream, your body scumming to the floor.

“My cousin’s dead?” You sob out, clutching onto Heeseung’s bloody blazer when he comes down to hug you.

“I can’t believe it,” Kyungmi’s mouth goes dry and she turns over to hug Eunwoo, who rubs her back comfortingly.

You’re too distraught to even question why she was in another guy’s arms right after your cousin, her own boyfriend, just died.

“I’m sorry,” Heeseung repeats over and over again, letting you cry into his shoulder.

“It’s not your fault,” you sniffle. “Tell me he died a quick death. Tell me it wasn’t painful for him Hee.”

“He fell out the window,” Heeseung says, a few tears escape his eyes. “They backed us up into a wall and Sunghoon fell out an open window. We heard a loud slam and when we looked, he was already dead.”

You sob even louder, making Heeseung’s hold on you tighten.

When you finally catch your breath and pull away, you notice how Heeseung has scratches all over his face.

“Oh Seung,” you say, tracing your fingers over them. “It must really hurt.”

“It feels fine when I’m with you.”

The both of you lean against the cushion that’s propped against the bookshelf in Mr. Jeon’s room, your head laying against Heeseung’s shoulder as you both hold each other’s hands tightly. You felt like Heeseung would disappear if your grip loosened.

“Your lip,” Heeseung suddenly says, letting his index finger touch your lips, which were chapped and bleeding.

“It’s fine,” you brush him off, but he shakes his head, reaching into his pocket for something.

“Here, I have your chapstick.” He pulls out your strawberry flavored chapstick, the one that you always bought before the apocalypse had happened.

“Where’d you get this?” You breathe out.

“I always keep a spare one in my pockets because I know you,” Heeseung smiles down at his lap. “I knew it would come in handy.”

Your eyes softened at his words, one hand coming to hold his chin as you lean in to give him a long kiss.

“Thank you Seungie,” you say as you pulled away. “For everything.”

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You suddenly jolt up from your sleep, face covered in cold sweat.

“Hey, hey, everything’s okay.” Heeseung whispers to you.

You take in your surroundings, making out Hanbin and Haruto’s figures guarding the doors and the rest of the students in the class asleep.

You had your head on Heeseung’s lap, your body sprawled along the cold tiled floor of Mr. Jeon’s class.

“How long have I been out?” You ask groggily, trying to squint at the dark clock on the wall.

“Just two hours.” Heeseung sighs. “The growling stopped for a bit. It’s eleven now. You should sleep more.”

You shake your head, disagreeing. “No Seung, you should sleep. I could watch over for a bit with Hanbin and Haruto.”

Heeseung bites his lip, almost as if he was really debating whether or not he should be sleeping right now.

“Seung, please. You need your energy.”

Heeseung agrees hesitantly, letting you switch places so now his head was on your lap.

“Goodnight Hee.” You say, placing a tender kiss on his forehead.

He smiles back at you, closing his eyes as he let sleep consume him.

Your eyes search around the room, focusing on Kyungmi and Eunwoo sleeping on one another.

Before you were too distraught to care about them two, but now that everything was calm, you really took in the situation.

Ryujin’s words rang in your ear like a mantra. Eunwoo liked Kyungmi for over a year now.

Does that mean.. ?

No, it couldn’t. You knew Ha Kyungmi. She was a sweet girl to you for the most part, she wouldn’t do that to your cousin.

Would she?

“They’re here.” You hear Hanbin whispering. His voice was filled with dread and fear, and your worst suspicions were true.

The zombies had reached your classroom.

“EVERYBODY! UP!” Haruto yells, clumsily turning on the small light that was still working in the room. “WE HAVE TO MOVE! QUICK!”

Heeseung wakes up with a grunt, his arms automatically reaching for your waist as if it was a natural reflex.

“They’re here?” He asks, squinting a bit at the bright light.

“Yes, let’s wake the others.”

You two start tapping your classmates awake.

“There’s a window we can climb out of.” Hanbin points at the window that was half covered by the cushion you and Heeseung had laid on earlier. “It’s not a big drop so we’ll survive it. It’s our only escape.”

Your classmates all start talking at once, some unsure of Hanbin’s plan.

“We don’t have much time!” Ryujin exclaims. “Quick! Climb out!”

A few of your classmates help each other get out of the window carefully, cheering silently when it works successfully.

“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold them off.” Haruto says, the desks being pushed out by the bangs of the zombies on the door.

“Kyungmi! Let’s go!” Eunwoo grabs the girl’s hand, pulling her towards the window.

“Eunwoo—but—Y/N?!” She turns to face you, who was currently helping the boys hold the door against the zombies. “Y/N!”

“Just go Kyungmi!” You yell, watching as Eunwoo helps her get out first.

“We’re going to have to let go and make a swift run for it,” Hanbin says to the three of you. “A broken arm or leg will be better than dying at the hands of these creatures.”

Haruto closes his eyes, nodding slowly at his friend’s words. “On a count of three.”

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three!”

The four of you let go, the zombies automatically piling into the room as soon as you do.

Haruto and Hanbin are quick, climbing out and jumping onto the ground in a swift second.

“Cmon Heeseung! Y/N!”

Heeseung climbs out first, foot barely making it out the window before one of the zombies have got you.

“Y/N!” He screams, hands gripping onto the window as he tries to reach for you.

“Heeseung! It’s not worth it!” Kyungmi shouts, “they’ve already got her, she’s gonna die anyway, it’s not worth it.”

Heeseung’s vision goes red at this. “I don’t fucking care Kyungmi! Unlike you, I actually love my girlfriend to death and would do anything for her!”

His words have her cowering in embarrassment, Eunwoo wrapping a protective arm around her.

“Yah you fucker!” Eunwoo yells. “You want to be with your girlfriend so badly? Then die!”

He and Kyungmi run off to find shelter, the only two who were left were Hanbin and Haruto.

They were silently begging Heeseung to drop it with their eyes, telling them that it wasn’t worth it.

“Cmon Heeseung man,” Haruto says croakily. “You’ll die.”

“Then I’ll die with her.” Heeseung whispers. He watches as one of the zombies bite you, making you scream out in pain.

The zombies all make their way to another classroom when they realize you’re the only one, and since you’ve already been bitten, you were no longer desirable to them.

Despite knowing he would most likely die if he did it, Heeseung climbs back into the room, pulling you into his arms as he did many times before.

“Hey, hey.” He chokes up as he pulls you closer. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s—okay.” You reassure him, eyes slowly turning red as your twitching hands come up to touch his jaw. “Will you sing to me Heeseung?”

You had always joked before that Heeseung would become a famous singer in the future, his beautiful voice entrancing you whenever he’d sing or hum a song.

“Of course.” He gulps, eyes becoming blurry from the tears as each second pasts.

“The monster’s gone, he’s on the run, and your boyfriend’s here.” Heeseung’s lips tremble, unable to hold in his emotions any longer. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl.”

He holds you in his arms despite your twitching body, knowing any second you would turn into one of them. He watches as the light from your eyes disappear, and your skin turns green and veiny.

Lee Heeseung doesn’t cry a lot. He believed that crying wasn’t going to fix anything.

But as he watched the Y/N he loved disappear from his arms despite being physically there, he sobs and sobs. Despite knowing it won’t do anything, he pulls your body onto his, hands on the back of your head as he begs the world to silently bring you back.

[smuttykdrama]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes widened in anger.

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

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

“Wha- (Y/N)..stop - nnghh..."

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

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

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

SLAP.

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

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

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

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

"Harder..."

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

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

That's what you liked to hear.

[END]