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𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖‧₊˚✧ . ˚

𝐒𝐮-𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐔 𝐟𝐭. 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝟐-𝟓 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨! 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞! ♡

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𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 happiest of birthdays to my favorite person 🥹❤️

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𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 all my best birthdays are with you 💙

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 here’s to many more together ❤️

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 what am i? chopped liver? 😪

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 aw don’t be jealous. we love you childhood bestie 🫰🏻

𝘆𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗸 hands down hyosan high’s best looking couple

𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 you guys came a long way from secretly staring at one another in class. my babies 🥺

𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 my parents are so cute 😭💓

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧

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𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 guys’ night in! ⚽️

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𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 are you two cheating on me? 😶

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 and what about it? 🤷🏻

𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 we’re marathoning matches together!

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 are you my bf or his? 🤨

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 mine, obviously ✌🏻

𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂 anddd she’s finally the third wheel for once!

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧

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𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 vitamin sea 🏝️

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𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 button up sir, you’ll catch a cold 🤏🏻

𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 then you can take care of me 😊

𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 pretty sure that’s not the reason she’s going into the med field for ㅋㅋ

𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 I just realized from the pics y/n showed me that you guys went on vacation together 🥺

𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 our families always take trips together!

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 and where was my invite?

𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 third wheeling so hard that even his family is third wheeling with him 😭

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 last time I checked you declined because you’d feel too single

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 she’s always so mean to me 🙄

𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 don’t let that stop you!

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 starting to think I’M the third wheel here

𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 you guys are losers. @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 my arms are wide open 🤗

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 I don’t run but for you I’ll sprint Prez 🏃🏻‍♀️

𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 kids, stop fighting

𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 @𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 ha-ri noona, do you want to go on vacation with me? 🧎🏻

𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 nevermind, continue fighting and count me in. starting with @𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧

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𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 soju spills secrets, so soda it is 🤫

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𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 alliteration 😮‍💨. truly beauty AND brains ~

𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 what’s alliteration?

𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 @𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂 you, you idiot, since you can’t read

𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 that’s… illiterate…. 💀

𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 hehe I know one of them 🤭

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 you know a lot more than just one at this point 😂💕

𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 I should be calling you unnie

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 but I’m the younger one ㅋㅋㅋ

𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 doesn’t matter to me. if you’re this pretty, you’re unnie ~

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 on my way to tell mrs. hwang 🗣️

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 and does mrs. lee know you nearly set the house on fire trying to fry ONE chicken leg last week?

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 quick I need blackmail material

𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 no can do buddy, my lips are sealed

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 by what? 💀

𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 kisses ☺️

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 😘

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 🤢 suddenly wishing I was the chicken leg

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𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 happy place 🌊

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𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 oh?! he finally invested in some socks!!! bare-su needs a new nickname

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 what are you staring at?

𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 y/n

𝘆𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗸 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 y/n

𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 y/n

𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 he’s not special, I would too ♡

𝘄𝘂𝗷𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗻 old habits do die hard 🤣

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 me! ☺️

𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @𝘄𝘂𝗷𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗻 guilty! always have and always will!

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧

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𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 i am tortellini in love with you 🍝🫶🏻 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮

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𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 my girlfriend 🥹

𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 no, MY girlfriend 🥰

𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 sorry to break it to you girls but she’s mine 💙

𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 if it’s the two of us, we can take him on ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 deal. meet you at midnight 🤝🏻

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 i’d sleep with one eye open if I were you…

𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 no one ever wants to get pasta with me ToT

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧

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𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 all these years and I still don’t know how I got so lucky 🎂💙

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𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 another trip around the sun with you. it still makes me dizzy 💘

𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 is your girlfriend single?

𝘄𝘂𝗷𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗻 @𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 😂🤣

𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 @𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 are YOU single, noona? 🧐

𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 @𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 yes, and NOT ready to mingle

𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂 @𝗷𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 @𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂 clearly the target for today’s archery practice has been decided! 🏹💀

𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 can you fight???

𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 unfortunately he can 😔

𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 @𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗰_𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮 i’m a whole foot taller than both of you…

𝗻𝗮𝗺.𝗼𝗻𝗷𝗼 @𝗹𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗸 appa told me “when in doubt, kick low” 🤗

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[louweasleymalfoy]

Masterlist

Summary : Park Solomon freaks out over an audition for his first big acting role

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Well I'm screwed" Lomon thought as he blankly stared at the papers in his hands as he rereads the script for the nth time tonight. He is overthinking.

You see the thing is, this audition isn't just ANY audition. Sure he's been to multiple auditions, but this was different.

He wasn't just going to be one of those movie or drama extras anymore, he'll finally have the chance to land a big role and become an actual lead actor for once, and the fact that it's being produced by one of the most well-known names in the industry wasn't helping his train of thoughts, he's VERY nervous.

His eyes skimmed over the words on the paper once more, ignoring the stabbing pain in his head from reading the same set of lines over and over again for the past couple hours.

There wasn't really supposed to be a problem — the script was FANTASTIC! — but there was a scene from the script that he just can't get right.

He audibly sighed in frustration — this scene was one of the important ones — and threw the script somewhere.

"Looks like someone's in a bad mood" Y/N, his roommate/childhood best friend, walked into the living room with a cup of coffee in hand as she bent to pick up the papers he threw.

"A penny for your thoughts?" He turned his head towards her direction and watched her sit beside him "Remember that audition that I told you about? That's what's stressing me out" She took a sip of coffee and set her mug on the coffee table in front of them before taking a quick glance at the papers in her hand. A look of realization flashes across her face before she handed Lomon the set of papers.

"Ooooohhhhhh, that audition you told me about last week?" He nodded "Well what's the problem? You've been to multiple auditions before, how does this one make any difference?" She shrugged and he sighed once again.

"It's not just ANY audition. This is a BIG one, I can finally have a chance to be a lead actor for once" Her eyes widened as he spoke "Really!? That's great!! I'm so proud of you Lomon" She beamed at him "But what about it? I mean you're probably nervous, which is normal, but you honestly seem like you're gonna die any moment now"

"It’s tomorrow, and there's this one scene that I'm having a hard time doing" he points over that part in the script for emphasis. "Ooooh let me see" She made grabby hands, 'cute' he thought, and he handed her the script.

"What’s your problem with it, exactly?" Y/N asks. The scene involved the 'first kiss' shared between the main characters. It should've been easy, right? Lomon thought but a loud voice in his head said NO.

"There are so many ways to do it and I'm so confused right now. Should I lean in slow? should I lean in fast? or should I—" Lomon cut himself off as he covered his face with his hands.

He peeked through his hands to see his friend's reaction just to see her innocently drinking her coffee, obviously unbothered. She raised a brow at him as if to say 'I know that's not your only reason' — Dammit, she knows him too well.

And so he gave in "Fine I'll admit it. It's been a while since I've kissed someone and the fact that this is the first audition I'm doing that has a kissing scene is not helping me. I'm afraid that I'll mess up tomorrow" He banged his head on the cofee table and groaned.

Y/N sighed and set her now empty cup of coffee aside before grabbing Lomon by the hair, gently raising his head from the table.

She took notice of the paper clip mark imprinted on his forehead from when he banged his head on the table full of papers and she internally laughed at him, she decided to ignore that for now.

"Lomon calm down, you're thinking about this too much" She spoke "And besides...who knows? maybe they won't even make you do this scene because there's no way you can do this without a partner" She tried to reassure him. He sat up straight and she let go of his hair. "Would they even ask you to do that scene without a partner?"

He shrugs. "They said they might bring in a couple of people at a time, to test chemistry" she hummed and it was quiet for a while when she decided to break the silence.

"Wanna rehearse your lines with me?" She asked, she figured that this would get his mind off his 'problem' for a while.

It wasn't anything new. They've done this a couple of times in the past whenever Lomon has a new audition or a new role to play. He was thankful of her.

They sat in front of each other as Y/N held the script in her hands to serve as a guide. She kept her head low, quietly reading the lines, as he stared. Her presence alone had him feeling mesmerized.

As she read the script, she suddenly felt a burning gaze on her. She lifted her head to look at him and found him staring at her with a foreign look that had her confused. "Sooooo, should we start?" she snapped him out of his daze and all he could do was nod. And so just like that, they started practicing the script.

Time passed and they (most especially Lomon) were doing quite well. He cleared his throat and recalled the next scene. It's set in an amusement park after he (the main character) and his classmate-slash-love interest decided to skip class after an uneventful morning in school.

After a while, they finally reach the last lines of the scene before the kiss.

"Have you ever done this before?" He spoke. The scene takes place in a ferris wheel as they looked at the marvelous view in front of them.

Y/N fills in for the other character, 'the love interest'. She shook her head and spoke "I’ve never done this with someone special"

They suddenly fall silent. Y/N looked at him with an expression that says 'what now?' until he finally broke the silence. "This is the scene that I was struggling with" He cleared his throat "It's the first kiss and I can't decide whether I should do a fierce and passionate kiss or if it's supposed to have this intense buildup that leads to a chaste and meaningful one" He rubbed his temple in frustration.

They fall silent once again until Y/N suddenly sat in a closer distance to him. She cleared her throat and a light tint of redness dusted across her cheeks. "I mean, we can try to do this scene if you want" She quietly said but it was loud enough for him to hear it as she avoided eye contact with him.

Lomon stared at her in shock and it was his turn to blush now. 'Does she mean what I think she means??' he thought. Y/N finally looked at him with wide eyes. "Or not! I-it was just a suggestion, we don't have to do it!" she quickly defended and was about to stand up when she felt his fingers wrap around her wrist.

"R-really? Do you mean it?" She looked at him with flushed cheeks and nodded "I mean, if you want to" she mumbled. "Let's do it" Her eyes widened at the three words that left his mouth as if she was expecting him to refuse her unexpected offer.

Y/N's face nearly panics again but then her face suddenly smooths over. "Okay! Ummm great! Do you wanna take it from the top?" She spoke loudly, trying to act cool and composed even though she was internally screaming at herself about stuff. What did she just get herself into?

He nodded at her previous question and they adjust their positions as if they were in the ferris wheel. They repeated the lines again until — "Have you ever done this before?"

Lomon took his time to look at her face and got lost in a trance once again. For some reason, she looks even more beautiful each time he looks at her. "I’ve never done this with someone special" she responded and both of them suddenly became aware of what's about to happen next.

He took in every inch of her face — from the way her hair looked, it was a bit messy and yet it still managed to look good on her...

'Relax, you've got this. He's your best friend. Besides, this is just acting — right?' Y/N thought as she tried to calm her nerves down, unaware of the fact that the boy in front of her was in a similar state.

And yet, as he leans forward, she sees something flicker in his eyes. They were a breath away from each other as Lomon's eyes flickered between her eyes and her lips. There was a foreign feeling in her chest as they sat so close to one another that it has ger wondering 'does he feel the same thing that I'm feeling right now?'

This was her idea, anyway, so she calms her mind and tried to remind herself that this is just acting and nothing else.

Lomon lifts his hands to cup her delicate face, searching for any hint of hesitation before letting their lips touch.

Her eyes went wide, despite the fact that she expected it, and yet she remembered the fact that this was just 'acting' so she closed her eyes. She placed a hand on his cheek, lightly tracing his cheekbone with her thumb as he deepened the kiss. He doesn’t pull away at once, he lets the tension linger.

He noticed that his heart rate has sped up. They were too immersed in the kiss, both of them completely forgetting the fact that this was supposed to be just acting. All they could think about was each other as their lips moved in sync.

After a while, they noticed the lack of breath and Y/N took it upon herself to pull away from each other's lips.

"Was that okay?"

"Did that feel alright?" — they both spoke at the same time and they dissolve into nervous giggles.

They fell quiet once again for the nth time today and they stare into each other's eyes as Lomon gently traced the side of her face with his fingers.

"Can I kiss you again?" Lomon felt a sudden rush of confidence as he asked. All she could do was nod and he took that as a sign to press his lips against hers once again.

It starts slow, with him purposefully catching her mouth a little clumsily as he changes the angle to fit their lips better. She pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

She is an incredibly good kisser, and Lomon loses himself in it. With Y/N and Lomon caught up in each other's embrace , everything just suddenly felt right.

They pulled away and stared at each other again with smiles plastered across their faces. Both of them knew that what just happened wasn't 'acting'. There were no words exchanged between the two and yet there was this mutual love radiating off of each other.

Both of them felt happy. They were aware of the fact that they'll have to talk about what just happened but for now, they'll just relish in each other's presence.

And so the two of them held each other, the script long forgotten as it sat on the coffee table. He'll just have to worry about the audition tomorrow.

[ladyluna3655]

(Su-Hyeok x Fem Reader) In Every Way

(This scene comes before ‘Fight for Time’)

While walking back to the barricades you hang back to clean up with Su Hyeok as the others continue on. 

“Su Hyeok?”

“Hmm?” He questions as he finishes gathering up the dummy weapons and putting them in a large box. Not trusting the adults you all have started training in secret outside the walls so must hide everything when done.

“During training I overheard you talking with Dae Su about his form” all the weapons gathered he starts carrying them over to place them under a bush.

“And how it will be more important in a couple days when we are all on the mission. When did…when did we decide we were still going?”

At this he looks up at you with furrowed brows.

“What do you mean? Of course I’m going.” You don’t miss how he says ‘I’ and not ‘we’.

“I can’t sit on the side while I know our friends could be in danger, or when I know I could help.”

“And I understand that-“

“I thought you’d feel the same way. Do you not?” He questions.

“That’s besides the point.” You say as he stands up again. “What about my fears for you? For us?” 

“Maybe I’m doing this for us too.” He says cryptically “And I can take care of myself, and I know you can too. You don’t need me to save and protect you like the others do. You’re strong”

“I am.” You say confidently. “And we’ve trained to fight as one unit. But…still…” You trail off. “I’ll always be scared of the worst outcome.”

“That won’t happen” he says trying to comfort.

“So you’re saying you have no fears about one of us getting bit?” At this he looks sharply up at you, his eyes widening.

“Of course I do-you know I do but-”

“But what?” You say as your voices start to take on a harder tone.

“You’re not some damsel in distress. You and I are two of the best fighters among our group. If we don’t go they’ll be at a huge disadvantage.”

“I’m aware of that”

“You don’t need me to-”

“No, you’re wrong I do need you. In every way. And I thought you needed me just as much” you say holding his gaze.

“What do you want me to say? I trust in your abilities to not only keep yourself but also others safe. The soldiers think that Hyson is clear. They aren’t aware and won’t listen to us.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You ask.

“I don’t know…” he trails off.

Breathing out you sigh under your breath “You don’t know…”

He turns around, taking a deep breath to try and center himself. After a moment he looks over his shoulder at you. 

“Come on, we should head back.” And with that he continues down the path. You close your eyes and take a moment to breath and rein yourself in, however when you open them you see Su Hyeok has gone a different way from base. 

“Where the hell has he gone?” You say as you lightly jog to catch up. While you’re walking back you pass a deserted park. It has a covered roller skating rink, playground, fields, and a pond. You found him looking out.

***

“How have we never found this place?” He asks. You approach him quietly.

“Are we just done talking?” You say not willing to drop a subject that’s this important. You’re met with silence though you do see a light tensing of his hands, one of his tells that he’s becoming angry.

“You don’t get to be pissed at me! I’m pissed off at you!” You say amazed. At this he does turn around.

“For what! Asking your opinion on the subject?”

“When have you ever actually listened to my opinion?!” You ask breathlessly. “I thought we were on the same page. Then you go off and decide to do this mission without even talking to me. Or letting me know you’re still going.”

“I thought it was a given” he states leaving no room for argument.

Shock and hurt hit you with a clenching of your heart and you quickly look down to hide your reaction.

“Fine.” You say sounding defeated. “Then go.” You look up to see he now looks guilty. “Don’t look like that. You want an out? I’m giving it to you.” You say as you brush past him and start on the way home.

“Y/N” he says softly, almost like he wants to try talking more about it. 

“Let’s just…walk back to base. We can talk after dinner…” you say. You both walk the rest of the way home in silence.

Sorry I’ve been away. I have a vague outline for a whole story from this and started writing the first chapter out. But I do have a few more scenes written that just need brushed up, however they come out in no particular order haha. The likes and followers really pushed me forward ^^ Thank you for reading let me know if the whole thing is something anyone would want to read and I’ll make time. 

[lovingmoon-rp]

all of us are dead rp!

okay, i know that i’m very late to the game here but i'm obsessed with the show rn hehe

i really wanna pair my female oc with lee su-hyeok, so i’m looking for someone to write him!

a few other things to note:

I’m not looking to double up in this case, I’m only looking for this rp to be 1x1.

Be 18 at minimum, I don’t rp with minors - 20+ is even better honestly

I rp on discord only, once I add you, I’ll make us a server to write in!

My replies average 2-4 paragraphs; I write in 3rd-person, present-tense, and would like my partner to have a similar, lit/semi-lit style :)

I would also like to include other characters on the side, so please be okay with that :3

My availability is pretty open and I’m around a lot, but you can poke me after a while if I haven’t gotten back to you

I would prefer to have a longterm partner who is fairly active, I’ve had partners who only reply once a week and I personally am not a fan (sorry!) but of course, I know that we have lives outside of rping! 

I also love having partners that I can chat with ooc! sharing headcanons, plotting, things like that.

please message me if you're interested in writing him! or if you like/reblog this post, i'll message you!

[brxttydevil]

Dating SuHyeok

Pairing: SuHyeok x Reader

Warning(s): No use of y/n

Before the apocalypse

- SuHyeok will ask you out first if you are super shy. He would always smile at how flustered you got when you two made eye contact. If you asked first, he would be flustered. He just did not expect it but would still say yes no matter what.

-SuHyeok would pack an extra lunch just in case you forgot your own and if you still had your lunch he would still give it to you. Just so in case you are hungry after school and do not have enough money to buy anything.

-SuHyeok walks you to school. He loves to see his lover early in the morning and be able to be in your glory. He would text you when he is outside. He does not mind if you take some time getting ready. But if he knows that you are sleeping he will call you ahead of time.

-SuHyeok would put on his front wallpaper you two on the first date you go on together. It is his favorite picture of you other than pictures of you looking cute.

-SuHyeok would always make sure that you are ok and drinking water. If he finds out you have not drank water in a while then he would make you drink water.

-SuHyeok would sometimes have study sessions with you to help you stay on track with your work. He knows you can get distracted.

-SuHyeok loves to be around you. He would always come over to your house with permission. When he comes over he brings a gift or something he wants to try out with you.

During the apocalypse

-SuHyeok would worry about you since you two got separated when it first started. he would be fighting zombies just to see you okay and alright.

-SuHyeok when he finds you is all relieved and does not want you to go out of his sight. He would hold on to you when you are sleeping. He is too scared to leave you.

-SuHyeok would make dangerous missions for his friends and you to have food. He would always tell you to not miss him too much. But he knows that it is for you and his friends

-SuHyeok would be happy to see some safety if you make it out alive with him. If you got bitten and had to be taken out he would hesitate. He already lost a lot of people not you too. Even though you would tell him to let you get out, he would not let you go.

After the apocalypse

-SuHyeok would be glad it is over. He is glad you are still here with him.

-SuHyeok will put a ring on your finger even if both are teenagers. I mean you survived it after all this time and it felt like years.

-SuHyeok would take care of you if you got injured. Sometimes he would have nightmares about you getting hurt.

-In the end, SuHyeok would be glad to have someone like you no matter where you came from or how you are.

[quack-quack-snacks]

Star Crossed - Chapter 4

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

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

The Star Crossed Masterlist

My All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist

My Navigation and Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’d be okay… right?

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

Everything was fine.

Gyeong-su was fine.

You were fine.

Right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So what?”

“Take it out.”

“No.”

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

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

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

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

“You never treated me like president.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is his blood?”

“You can’t tell?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I said to stop it. Give it to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you kidding me right now?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re… a murderer.”

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

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

“I wondering fucking why,” you growled.

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

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

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

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

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

“Dae-su, don’t go!” he begged.

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s your fault?”

“Gyeong-su.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you,” you breathed.

“You don’t need to thank me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t hear anything either.”

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” Joon-yeong asked.

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

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

“Is that our fault?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But what? Don’t you need to go?”

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

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

“I don’t… Pooping? No.”

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

“Why are you asking me?” She whined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His hands shot up in victory. “Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

She scoffed. “You’re crazy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, someone else should.”

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

“Idiot.”

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

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

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

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

“What do you suggest?” You implored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes! A screen.”

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

“Yes, a screen to block.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh… that’s why.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sit somewhere else,” Hyo-ryung demanded as Dae-su sat in the seat next to her but he just ignored her and she rolled her eyes.

You looked up at Nam-ra and saw that she was just staring off blankly out the window. “What’s up? What are you looking at?” You asked her.

She took a breath and hesitated before speaking her mind. “There’s nobody there. There are no lights on in the stores and apartments out there. They all ran away.”

“Or died…” You added depressingly.

“What do you mean by that?” On-jo quizzed.

“No one’s coming here to save us,” Name-ra stated.

“Why do you have to be so pessimistic?” Joon-yeong asked as he shifted uncomfortably under the change of tone in the air.

“Don’t you know my mom?” She shifted so she was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. “She would’ve torn the school apart looking for me, but she isn’t here yet.”

“So, what do you wanna do?” Ji-min asked in a bitter voice and Nam-ra turned to look at her, annoyed.

When you realized she wasn’t going to reply, you replied on her behalf. “I think she’s just trying to point out the facts, even if they are depressing,” you looked up at Nam-ra to see if your assumption was correct and she nodded.

Ji-min turned to face you. “We all know that no one’s coming. So I think we should just figure out what we’re gonna do next.

“We have to wait to be rescued,” On-jo vocalized. You all looked to her and you especially knew that she might have the best knowledge of what to do in a situation like this considering she had some information passed down to her from her dad. “We can’t leave somewhere safe to go somewhere dangerous.”

“But from the place where we are right now, we’re not exactly in a visible spot for someone to see and rescue us from,” you told her, knowing that even if rescuers showed up to save people, they would most likely go to the roof first before anywhere else if at all.

“And what if nobody comes?” Nam-ra added on and you nodded.

“We haven't been waiting that long yet,” the girl insisted as she stared up at her.

“How long do you think we have to wait? Do you think we should wait until we die?” Nam-ra asked in a slightly snarky tone which you winced at but didn’t make any move to interfere.

“No,” On-jo clarified. “I’m saying let’s wait as long as we can.”

“But when will we know when we can’t?” You asked and On-jo just looked at you, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she looked down at her lap.

“I don’t know… but there’s no way we can go out right now, anyway.”

“It’s probably because it’s nighttime. I’m sure somebody will come in the morning, maybe. There are a lot of choppers flying around,” Su-hyeok pointed out and everyone looked out the window to inspect the sky for a second before leaning back. He let out a sigh. “Let’s just wait until tomorrow, and we’ll see.”

Everyone nodded in agreement when Joon-yeong took in a deep breath and ran back into the recording studio while plugging his nose which you and Hyo-ryung slightly giggled at. Su-hyeok looked down with a smile at the sound but you didn’t notice it from how you leaned forward to talk to Hyo-ryung. You also didn’t notice the questioning looks that On-jo passed back and forth between you and Su-hyeok.

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

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~ Chapter 1. 04 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

My head was bobbing to the music that was playing through my headset while I was finishing doing the dishes. The rest of the day went by normally. Nobody was weird and everything was just normal.

Normal is all I needed right now in my life with not too much stress.

I turned around to grab something from the counter when my ears began to ring. Grabbing my headset I took it off thinking it was that, but it was still there.

"What the hell," I mutter when it got louder before completely disappearing.

Great, put that on the list with the other things I have.

My phone went off that was on my couch making me snap out of whatever that just was. When I grabbed it I saw that it was Ji-su. She asked if I could come to her apartment because she wanted to let me hear something that she made for a song we were working on. I typed yes, but also said I needed to change first because I was still in the clothes I wore to work.

I took a grey long-sleeved shirt from the chair that I had in my room slipping it on before taking the black dress with spaghetti straps from the door where it was hanging. Taking my phone from the counter I walked to the door and put on my black covers.

The moment I walked out the door something felt wrong. The air was so thick that it almost was hard to breathe. I could feel my stomach turn telling me that something was off. I had had this feeling before. Every time I walked into the orphanage and it was so quiet I could feel that something was wrong or something bad would happen.

Most of the time I would be right because quickly afterward there would be a fight in the orphanage where someone would be in danger and whatnot. I'm pretty sure I developed it because I have had to be in survival mode my whole life there. I always had to look over my shoulder making sure I was safe.

Quickly I just shrug it off telling myself that it's all in my head and that I'm safe here. I came around the corner where the elevators were and saw Eun-hyuk standing there.

"Hey, going to work?" I asked grabbing his attention.

"Yeah. You?" He asked pressing the button for the elevator.

"I'm going to hang out with a friend that lives upstairs." He nodded looking away before talking again.

"Do you know how Eun-yu paid for her lessons?" I gave him a confused look.

"Why would I know that?" I asked with a laugh at the end.

"You two hang out a lot and I'm pretty sure you're the only one she talked to for the last couple of months." A frown came to my face at first, but then it hit me.

She told me she quit her lessons, but I guess she doesn't want him to know that. I didn't want to lie to him because he was also my friend.

"Eun-hyuk you are putting me in a tough spot here. If I tell you I would betray Eun-yu's trust, but I also don't want to lie to you. It's like asking to choose between you guys," I said scratching the back of my head.

A chuckle left his lips while he looked down before looking back up at me.

"I admire your loyalty to my sister and my friendship. It makes you a good friend, which she needs because she hasn't had one in a while. Maybe you could keep her out of trouble as well." I was happy that he understood what I meant.

"Do you also need a good friend right now? Seeing how you're always working and stuff. I haven't really seen you do other stuff than that," I admitted looking down while playing with my hands.

"You already are a good friend to me." He answers after a few seconds of silence.

I look back up at him seeing him smile at me.

"You're a lot over at our place and you don't ignore me like Eun-yu wanted you to do. We have fun conversations about old video games we used to play or really serious once when you have to wait on Eun-yu because she disappeared again." I let out a chuckle nodding my head.

I can't count on my hands how many times Eun-yu had disappeared in the evening. It always results in a worrying Eun-hyuk standing at my door asking if I know where she is. Most of the time I help him go look for her or try to call her because she would answer more likely to me than him.

"I'm happy you think about it that way," I answer truthfully.

"Can you just do two things for me?" He asked and in response, I nodded my head.

"Can you take care of her when I'm not around? She has the habit of getting in trouble and she needs someone to pull her back when she's going to do something, well stupid." I laugh knowing he was right.

After knowing her for a few months I know her ways to do it.

"The second one?"

"Can you tell me when she did something dangerous even if she asks you not to?" A frown came to my face while I bit on my lip.

If it were my sister I would be worried too and I would be happy if someone could tell me if everything is already with her.

"Yeah, I can do that."

He smiled at me before looking at the elevator.

"That's weird."

With a confused look, I looked at him.

"What?"

He looks up and down the elevator door before answering.

"The elevator isn't here yet. It should have been here a few minutes ago." Because of the talking, we hadn't noticed that any sound or movement was coming from behind the elevator door.

Looking to my right I saw what was wrong.

"Look, it's under maintenance. It's the stairs for us today." I look back at him and see him letting out a deep sigh putting his hands on his neck before looking back up.

"I guess you're right." I let out a laugh while we began to make our way to the stairs.

"So how are you doing lately? Are you still having those nosebleeds?" I didn't intend to tell anyone about it, but a few days ago I was over at their apartment in the evening because Eun-yu wanted my help with something.

When suddenly my nose began to bleed.

A lot.

I was used to it by then, but they weren't. I tried to stop it at first with the tissues she had in her room, but when she saw that it didn't stop she yelled for her brother who came rushing into the room because she never yelled for him. She yelled at him to do something pointing at me which he did. Having a brother who got into medical school is always handy. The bleeding stopped, but I fainted quickly afterward.

I woke up the next day in Eun-yu's bed with her looking down at me. The first thing she said was that I scared the shit out of her before asking me if I was okay. Of course, after that, I had to tell them about how it has been happening for a few days now, but that I have no idea why and that I'm okay.

Eun-hyuk wanted me to go to the hospital and let them check if everything was alright, which I quickly said no to. I don't really like people touching me. It brings back bad memories.

"I'm actually fine. I haven't had a nosebleed or fainted in a day or so now." Which was a miracle because I had them a lot.

"That's great. If it would have lasted any longer I would have taken you myself to the hospital. It could have been something really dangerous." It could be, but it's over now. It was probably related to stress. Seeing how the last couple of months have been before and right after moving here.

"Ooooh, does Lee Eun-hyuk care for someone else than his sister? Eun-yu was wrong and you are a human with feelings and not some super smart robot someone had created to annoy her." I laugh teasing him.

He tried to hide his smile, but I could see the corner of his mouth move.

"Honestly, that is probably one of the more friendliest things she has called me." I laugh nodding at him.

We said goodbye to each other when we finally reached the stairs, both going different ways. Before I took my first step up I turned around yelling his name.

"Eun-hyuk, she isn't in any danger."

A frown came on his face not knowing what I meant.

"Her lessons. She didn't do anything stupid so don't worry about it."

I began to walk up the stairs hearing him chuckle before walking down.

I know that Eun-yu is adopted. She had told me that a few months ago. It was one of the first times she opened up to me. She had shown me a picture of them when they were little with their parents. I knew their parents had died in a car accident, but she hadn't told me that it was because they were on their way to her ballet performance that she begged she could go to.

She talked about how she was an orphan and that now she had made Eun-hyuk an orphan too. I had tried to comfort her, telling her that it wasn't her fault and stupid shit like that happens. I tried, but she didn't believe me. Maybe that was the right time to say that I was one too, but I didn't want to talk about my problems when she had just opened up to me.

My feet stopped walking when I came to the fourteenth floor. The door was open, but the thing that made me stop was the smear of blood that was on it. With slow steps, I began to make my way to it. Did someone get hurt here? I haven't heard anything unusual when I was home.

Carefully poking my head out the doorway I try to see if someone was there.

There was only silence which made things worse. The bad feeling in my stomach returned the moment I stepped a foot into the hallway. Everything seemed normal until I almost slipped on something. Lifting my foot from the ground I saw more blood. I looked up and saw that it was a trail.

Someone who was hurt must have come through here. I bite my lip debating whether to just turn around and get the guard, but then the thought of him being exhausted came back. Taking just a look never hurts someone. If someone is hurt I just call someone for help. Walking beside the blood trail I began to follow it.

The smell of metallic became stronger the more blood I found on the floor. I halted in my tracks when my ears began to ring again. It wasn't like the last time. This time it hurts my ears making me cover them with my hands thinking that they will begin to bleed. It lasted a few seconds before it died down.

Slowly I moved my hands from my hands afraid I would see blood, but there was nothing on them.

"What the hell?" I mutter out taking deep breaths.

My body spun around when I heard a sound from behind me. It sounded like someone was in pain, letting out a low groan.

"Hello? Do you need help?" I was about to make my way back from where the sound came from when someone stepped from behind the corner I just come from.

It was a girl, that was for sure, but the rest of her body was kinda hiding in the shadows because the light above her was broken.

"Hey, are you okay?"

A loud squeal came from her before I heard her voice.

"I'm so hungry." To my surprise, it sounded like the girl I bumped into today.

"Uhm, I don't have anything with me?" I said confused.

I didn't know if the blood was coming from her because she was so hidden in the dark, but when my eyes traveled down her hands I saw something dripping from her hands.

"So hungry."

She took a step forward, making me take a step back not trusting the situation at all.

My eyes widened when I saw her completely now. Her face was covered in blood around her mouth and nose. The blood was definitely coming from her. My body completely tensed up when I saw her hands. They were completely covered in a grey tint that was underneath the blood together with some black vines going up her arm.

I even think that her nails seemed longer than normal humans.

"I'm hungry."

I took a few steps back when her croaky voice came out.

"J...just stay there." I managed to get out my lips.

The girl let out a groan taking more steps forward. How can this be real? She doesn't look human at all. Is she pranking me because of earlier?

"I....I'm sorry I called you a bitch!" I yelled out taking faster steps backward.

My words didn't seem to go through her. My feet stepped on something crunchy, making me stop walking scared I stepped on something she had killed. My body froze completely when she began to charge at me with a loud chilling yell.

I braced myself for what she would do to me when there was the sound of a door opening beside me, a second later someone grabbed my arm pulling me away just seconds before the girl could get to me.

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I Found You |Su-Hyeok|

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I tapped my pencil against my desk listening to whatever the teacher was saying. I looked at the board and saw some notes to take. I took my time writing wanting it to be neat. I try my best to look presentable, wanting to meet my parents proud. It's not like they were strict I want to make them proud even though they aren't pushy. It's nice hearing my parents talk to my family about my grades. It wasn't just for them, I wanted to impress Su-Hyeok. We've talked before and we're pretty good friends but I want to be more. Will he know that? Absolutely not, I like being with him and I don't want to ruin our friendship even if I wanted more. I smiled to myself waiting till the bell rang so I could talk to him on the way to the cafeteria. He'd go sit with his friends unfortunately for me, I lost a friend because I wasn't cool enough so I end up talking to random people every day. I wasn't that talkative but I managed to talk to two other girls I wanted to show her I didn't need her. Once the bell rang I packed up my stuff and went outside the classroom to wait for him.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me," I said looking at Su-Hyeok grinning.

"Your so easy to sneak up on" He chuckled as a smacked his chest lightly.

"I am not, I just didn't expect a random voice to be right behind me," I said as we made our way to the cafeteria. "How was class?"

"Boring"

"Fooling around?" I asked jokingly raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe," He said smiling.

"Well my class wasn't that great either, I felt like I was going to fall asleep" I sighed. "But I have to work hard"

"No, you need to relax a bit." He said putting his arm around my shoulder in a joking manner, unfortunately. "You need to do something fun and not spend all your free time studying."

"I'll have you know I binge-watch shows and listen to music"

"Didn't you dance and sing in middle school?"

"Yes"

"Do you miss it?"

"Every once and a while I regret quitting," I said. "But there's nothing I can do now"

"You could still sign up," He said. "I'll even watch you perform"

"Maybe" I smiled.

"That should be a yes," He said. "I want to see you dance at least once"

"Like I said maybe." I smiled as he took his arm off my shoulder as we made it to the cafeteria.

"Can't wait for you to say yes later today" He said before walking over to his friends.

I sighed and looked for On-Jo and I-Sak. I saw On-Jo wave her wand to signal me over. I walked over and sat next to her.

"Why is your face all red?" On-Jo asked as I brought out my lunchbox.

"Su-Hyeok" I mumbled. "He's so oblivious"

"Everyone knows about your little crush except him," I-Sak said pointing her chopstick at me. "Just tell him"

"Absolutely not"

"Oh come on," On-Jo said.

"I don't want to lose him," I said taking a bite out of my apple. "I'd rather suffer"

"Don't be overdramatic" I-Sak said

"I'm not"

"Anyways how did you do on the test in Science?" I-Sak asked.

"I got a 95," I said proudly.

"I'm surprised it's not a 100" On-Jo joked

"Oh whatever," I said nudging her smiling. "And you?"

"Looks like we've got to clean up," She said changing the subject. "We'll be back we're just putting our trays back"

"Alright," I said watching them leave.

"Hey, Y/n? I know we don't talk much" I looked up and saw Cheong-San standing in front of the table. "Could you help me out with something?"

"Uh, sure? Depends on what it is" I said packing my lunch box.

"Can you tell On-Jo to meet me in front of the school later, I have to tell her something"

"I think I know what it is so of course" I grinned as he blushed.

"Don't tell anyone okay?"

"I won't," I said standing up. "Good luck"

"Thank you"

"Don't mention it" I smiled and watched him walk away.

I stood waiting for On-Jo and I-Sak to come back. I started to daydream till I heard a bunch of steps. I looked over and saw a bunch of students running in the cafeteria. Someone closed the door on the rest and banging was seen through the glass that it shattered open. Students flooded the cafeteria as chaos quickly spread. I was getting bumped into left and right. I stood up on the table to see what was truly going on. My heart dropped at the sight. People eating others and quickly turning into monsters to spread whatever was going on. I looked around for a place to run but it was almost impossible to leave. The sprinklers went off making everything worse. I saw Cheong-San help On-Jo go through a window and sighed in relief at least one of my friends will survive. I felt an arm tug on me and saw Su-Hyeok pulling me down by my hand.

"We have to go," He said as he grabbed a chair as if it was a shield to run outside. I almost slipped on but quickly caught myself

We ran to the stairs and I followed Su-Hyeok. I wasn't bothered to pay attention to the fact that we were holding hands. We stopped seeing a man on top of a ladder before falling down. As they were distracted we moved the ladder so we were able to get to a window.

"Be careful" He said as he climbed up The window opened and he was pulled through. I started to climb but the ladder started shaking. I looked down and saw a few zombies grabbing the ladder. I felt a hand grab mine as my breathing became shakier. The ladder officially collapsed and the only thing keeping me from the ground was Su-Hyeok's hand. "Don't let go! I've got you okay?"

I looked up horrified and Su-Hyeoks face mirrored mine. I had nothing to grab onto and my hand started to slip from his.

"Hold on a little more okay?" He said panicking. "I'll pull you up I promise! Guys help me!"

I felt more force pull me up but it made my hand slip more. His eyes were tearing up as he looked at me. He was using both of his hands but they kept slipping. I looked down and saw that the zombies walked away from where they just were. I could make a run for it and find someplace to find safety.

"I'm sorry" I whispered as my hand slipped from his.

I fell to the ground and quickly got up running for my life.

"Y/n!" He yelled trying to get down the building but his friends pulled him back.

His scream drew all of the zombies to that building point but I still had to close calls. I never looked back as I kept running forward. I looked at the big tree coming up close that led to a classroom window.

"Here I go" I whispered and did my best to climb the tree I yelped as I saw my foot being grabbed at.

I stomped on it with my other foot holding the tree branch for my life. Once the hand let go I made it to the top. The branches kept creaking as I slowly made it to what looked like the music room window. I looked through the window and saw the coast was clear. I carefully opened the window and climbed in. I sighed in relief until I heard the piano go off. I looked over and saw a girl trapped underneath the piano. I slowly moved back until I fell out of the classroom. I closed the door and noticed that she wasn't going to escape from under the heavy object. I sighed quietly sitting against the wall closest to the window. Fear finally had time to take over as I sat and watched what used to be my classmates bang against the window of the classroom or walk away bloodied with no emotions. I dug my head into my knees crying softly. A day passed by and my head hurt from crying all night and not sleeping. I was too scared to close my eyes just in case a zombie came in. The hallway silence was filled with a bunch of noises and I quickly got up. Before I could do anything the door opened and shut as I started to climb out of the window.

"Y/n?" I heard a familiar voice say. I turned around and saw a person holding a guitar in a bloody uniform.

"Cheong-San," I said stepping down from the window. "You're alive"

"I thought you died," He said as we whispered back and forth looking at the door in front of us.

"Is Su-Hyeok okay?" I said urgently.

"He's safe, don't worry," He said putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Thank fuck" I whispered.

"Stay back," He said referring to the girl under the piano.

"Don't worry she hasn't moved since yesterday."

He just nodded a few minutes later we heard voices come from the intercom. I flinched and hid behind Cheong-San as the Zombies ran to the speakers.

"Cheong-San are you there?" Dae-Su said over the intercom.

"Cheong-San do you hear us?" My heart rate spiked hearing Su-Hyeok's voice over the speakers.

"Told you," Cheong-San said rubbing my back.

"It's me Su-Hyeok. We'll come to you so stay put got it?"

"Don't come here Moron, you can't come here" Cheong-San said walking to the speaker as if it actually does something.

"Shh," I said and continued to listen to what he was saying.

Su-Hyeok kept reassuring Cheong-San they were coming but little did they know it took my whole power to get him to shut up to listen to the announcement.

"And Y/n you better be safe okay? I still have to get that yes from you so I can see you perform."

I nodded to myself but saw Cheong-San planning his escape. I grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the window. "Stop it!"

He was about to fight back till On-Jo came over the speaker.

"Cheong-San please stay still," On-Jo said making him stop fighting my grasp to leave. "I know you never listen to me but listen just this once"

This took Cheong-San out of his dazed state and sat on a desk his head in his hands.

"They'll be fine," I said sitting across from him. "Believe in them okay?"

"Yeah...."

This time music did blare in the speakers as I watched the zombies run to either side of the hallway. My leg bounced anxiously waiting to see if anyone ends up coming to get us. After what felt like forever we heard footsteps coming from the hallway and the door opening. I looked up and saw a group of people. Dae-Su went up and hugged Cheong-San and On-Jo looked over.

"Y/n?" Hyo-Ryung said. "I did see you on the drone camera"

"Drone camera?" I asked confused.

"Never mind that I'm glad your alive" She smiled.

"Where's Su-Hyeok?" I asked as On-Jo hugged me I started to struggle in her grasp trying to leave. "Where is he?"

"He was behind us," Dae-Su said.

Suddenly the door started to bang frantically. There was a voice telling us to let them in. Cheong-San hesitantly opened the door as Nam-Ra and Su-Hyeok ran in. I made eye contact with Su-Hyeok who ran up and hugged me.

"Thank god your okay," He said his voice shaky. "How did you do it, I thought I lost you"

"I thought I lost you too," I said I pulled away from the hug to look at him directly. His face was bloody and he had a bruise on his face. "What happened?"

"That's not important" He smiled gently. "What's important is that I can see you again"

"I should've told you this before but I really like you, when I was stuck in here I thought that I would never see you again and you wouldn't know my feelings. I got scared that I wouldn't be able to tell you and-" my rambling went off as I felt a pair of lips on mine.

"It's okay, I'm here" He cupped my cheek. "And I really like you too so don't scare me like that"

"I won't ever again"

"Promise?"

"I promise," I said hugging him and he let my hair. The soothing made me feel like collapsing from exhaustion but my happiness kept it away. I heard two people clapping at our confession.

"Shut up," Su-Hyeok said.

Even though this is one small moment in the hell hole that we have ahead of ourselves that I'm not sure I'm ready for it. This moment was the happiest little did I know the chaos that was just beginning.

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The Letter

Pairing: Su-hyeok x Male reader

Su-hyeok,

I know you feel like it's the end of the world right now. But I know you will have the strength to keep moving. It will be hard, but I know you can do it for our friends will need you. But please promise me something.

Promise me that you won't do anything stupid and do your best to get out of the school alive. And also, make sure you take care of yourself and don't shoulder everything yourself. Lean on our friends for comfort just as I know you will let them lean on you. While I may not be next to you, remember that I will always watch over you. I wish we could make more memories together. But that's okay, I'll always remember the ones we've created.

Goodbye, Su-hyeok.

I love you.

.

.

.

Su-hyeok reread the letter again … and again… and again.

His lips began to tremble, tears threatening to fall, hands shaking. He folded the paper, bringing it close to his chest as if it were the last treasure he had left of (Y/n). Su-hyeok let himself fall to the side of his cot, curling into himself and crying for the first time in the three months he had been at the camp.

"I promise." su-hyeok cried, repeating those two words over and over to himself.

That's how On-jo found him hours later, fast asleep, (Y/n)'s letter in his hands. she didn't have it in her to wake him up to eat with everyone. She bought the blanket over Su-hyeok before leaving out of the tent.

She never saw a certain (H/c) haired boy in her school's uniform, kneeling in front of Su-hyeok, watching him sleep, a sad smile on his face.

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Auld Lang Syne || Chapter One

Pairing: Han Gyeong-Su x Reader

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

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

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

Chapter One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Walking Dead, it says.

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

(You wish he would).

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You did in the end, hadn't you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How long will he wait before he confesses?

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

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

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

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

She scratched Ms. Kim, I-Sak says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a multi-fic story. 

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

[heavens-moonlight]

𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒅, 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔‧₊˚✧ . ˚

𝐒𝐮-𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝟑𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 | 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥…𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐍𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞? ♡

“Students?” A gruff voice calls repeatedly as the first few forms of address remain unanswered. 

Su-Hyeok’s eyes flutter open and he raises his head, fully aware of the neck cramp sure to bother him later on. Another thing he realizes, is that you had fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder, and he had drifted off with his head on yours. He smiles to himself momentarily, seeing you still dead to the world. 

“Kids, this is the last stop.” 

Finally turning his attention to the bus driver, Su-Hyeok looks up sheepishly. “I’m pretty sure we missed our destination.”

The bus driver chuckles as Su-Hyeok scratches his head in confusion. “Where were you and your girlfriend supposed to disembark at?” 

Seeing it unnecessary to deny the nature of your supposed relationship that everyone unanimously agreed on, and especially with the crush he has been harboring for years, Su-Hyeok lets himself have at least this—no matter how untrue—if not your reciprocated feelings.  

“Our history class planned a field trip for an overnight hanok stay, and the informational tour was supposed to begin hours ago. Saying we missed half of it already is probably a sore understatement.” 

“Sky Guesthouse?”

Before Su-Hyeok can confirm, you stir, confused at the darkened sky outside of the windows. The last time you were awake, it was still bright out. “Have we arrived?”

“Uh…you see…about that—"

“We missed it didn’t we?” You turn to your best friend, arms crossed. 

“The guesthouse should only be a few blocks away,” the bus driver intervenes. “Both of you fell asleep for the entirety of the route, so don’t be too hard on your boyfriend here,” he jokes. 

Before you get a chance to refute, Su-Hyeok elbows you playfully. “See? This kind gisanim is vouching for me.” 

You roll your eyes and begin to stand up, thankful you were in the aisle seat, and quickly grab your things. As you bow to the driver in gratitude and head towards the front of the bus, you can hear Su-Hyeok scrambling for his own belongings as he chases after you. “Thank you for putting up with him, Ahjussi!” You throw over your shoulder with a wave. 

“I’ll have you know it’s fun to be around me!” Su-Hyeok defends, mock offended. 

You ignore him trailing behind you and check your phone, just to see it blown up with multiple missed calls and unread messages from your friends, mainly On-Jo. “I need to stop complying to your every whim, Su-Hyeok,” you state in exasperation, hurriedly jumping off the bus. “Why did I agree to go with you on this roundabout trip when Cheong-San’s mom offered to drop us off? You know how much she adores her son’s childhood friends.” 

Su-Hyeok matches your steps, knocking his shoulder into yours repeatedly, until you can’t help but smile. “Oh, I don’t know,” he begins to answer your question. “Maybe you just adore me more.” 

“Do not!” You disagree half-heartedly as Su-Hyeok flashes you a crooked smile, and you have to shut your heart down. Curse good-looking people. 

The tiled roof of the guesthouse slowly come into view, the buildings appearing grander as you draw nearer. Just as you reach the wooden gate, your phone dings with another text. Su-Hyeok peers over your shoulder as you read the text out loud. “So apparently the tour ended long ago, as we expected and everyone already has their assigned rooms. I-Sak, On-Jo, and Nam-Ra are in one room, Cheong-San and Gyeong-Su in another, Wu-Jin, Dae-Su, and Joon-Yeong in the third, Ji-Min and Hyo-Ryung in a smaller room since it’s just the two of them…and Na-Yeon is by herself because she despises everyone.” 

Su-Hyeok laughs. “Sounds about right.”

You smile to yourself at the way On-Jo was giving you a rundown of everything that happened during the few hours you had missed. It was quite easy to sense her fond annoyance when she talked about Cheong-San messing with her all day through the rows of animated emojis she sent you. 

“Do you think there are still empty rooms left for us?” Su-Hyeok questions.

“With a place this huge, I’m sure they’ll find lodging for us one way or another.” 

As the two of you are about to open the door, Ms. Park beats you to it from the other side. “Y/N, Su-Hyeok!” Her eyes widen in surprise. “I wasn’t expecting your presence but I’m so glad you guys finally made it.” Ms. Park looks over the two of you, relief washing over her features after confirming nothing was out of the ordinary. 

“We’re so sorry, seonsaengnim,” you apologize. “You must’ve been worried, especially since you’re only a replacement teacher chaperone. I’d rather you have enjoyed this field trip too instead of looking for missing students.” 

Ms. Park shakes her head, smiling. “No need for all that, Y/N. We planned this just so you kids can relax after exams. Don’t feel guilty for running a little late; it’s supposed to be a fun, enjoyable day after all. I won’t hold it against you.”

“It’s not ‘we’ is it, Ms. Park?” You grin knowingly. “You’re the one who suggested this to the board of teachers, right?” 

“Maybe, maybe not.” She winks at you and you laugh. If only the other teachers genuinely cared for their students like Ms. Park did, perhaps you’d be more inclined to put them in higher regards. 

“We didn’t miss anything too fun, right? Just the tour?” Su-Hyeok asks. 

“Of course, you would care more about the fun and less on the educational purpose, Bare-Su,” Ms. Park teases. 

“That’s why we didn’t missed our stop,” you add fuel to the fire. 

“You’re being a bad influence on one of my top students?” Ms. Park stands akimbo, and you join in, happy to put Su-Hyeok on the spot. 

“My favorite teacher and my best friend are tag-teaming to make fun of me? I’m hurt.” Su-Hyeok puts a hand on his chest dramatically. 

“You deserve it.” You stick your tongue out at him before Ms. Park quickly ushers you both inside.

“It’s much too late for us to stand out here in the cold. We’ll catch a draft at this rate.”

Despite the dark, as you look around, the authentically photogenic architecture captures your attention, even more so under the faint lighting from traditional lanterns hanging from the 14th century style curved roofs.

“Since everyone’s already gone to their respective quarters and we don’t want to disturb the other occupants, you two can share that room over there.” Ms. Park points to one located in the corner. “Even though it gives you a humble living experience of the Joseon Dynasty, I don’t think you will mind sleeping on the timber floors as there’s enough cozy quilts to go around, but I’ll go grab a few more for you just like I did for the others, in case you get cold at night. There should also be simple beds in there as well, no different from all the rooms here, if that makes you more comfortable and easier to sleep in.”

“I’ll help you Ms. Park. We’ve already kept you waiting, it’s the least I can do.” Su-Hyeok offers to go get extra blankets from the hosts, gesturing for you to go ahead and check out the room first.

As you approach the timber frame of the wooden doors, your silhouette casts a shadow on the rice paper lining, and for a split second, you feel as if you were transported back centuries into the reminiscent past. Smoothly, you slide the doors open, and step over the little ledge with your sock-clad feet into the abode. The room is slightly smaller than how it looked from the outside, but the accommodation is adorned with various fragments from the ancient era, and you appreciate the privileged glimpse into a world unknown to you, lost in the passing of time.

Curious, you pull aside the folding screen ink-stained with paintings of orchids, only to realize that Ms. Park was sorely mistaken about all the rooms being the same. You hear the doors sliding open again, and in walks Su-Hyeok, balancing a stack of bedding in his arms so high you could barely see his head behind it. He sets everything down near the now-closed again entrance, only to see you standing there in the middle of the room.

Su-Hyeok tilts his head to the side, looking at you. “What is it? Is the room not what you expected?”

“Well, I’ve got good news and bad news.”

“Bad news first, then.”

“There’s actually only one bed in this room, not two.”

“…And the good news is?” Su-Hyeok trails off.

“I looked earlier and it seems large enough. We can share!”

Su-Hyeok’s eyes widen almost comically. “No, absolutely not.”

Confused and oblivious, your eyebrows scrunch together. “Why on earth not? We’ve had sleepovers so often when we were little, in the same bed every time no less. You didn’t mind then.”

Incredulous, Su-Hyeok flushes furiously. “That was before I—” he halts mid-sentence.

“Before you..?” You lean forward, straining your ears, thinking you had missed his last words.

“Never mind. I’ll make use of the blankets I brought and you can take the bed.”

“But—”

“Nope.”

“Su-Hyeok, your back is going to kill you in the morning if you sleep on the floor all night,” you try to convince, feeling guilty he’s offering you the much-more comfortable bed without hesitation.

“I’ll be fine,” he reassures you. 

“Come on, it’s only weird if you make it weird. This is literally just a room with a bed.”

“One bed,” Su-Hyeok emphasizes. “Not to mention, also just one pillow.” 

“I’ll give you the pillow, then.” 

He looks at you pointedly. “What about you?” 

“Give me your arm,” you tease, smiling, trying to hold in your laughter at the scandalized look on his face. 

“Are you crazy? You’re not getting anywhere even remotely close to persuading me to share that bed with you,” he splutters. 

You plop down on the bed and kick your feet back and forth. “Things could be much worse than this situation you know.”

“Debatable.” 

You throw the pillow at him and he catches it before it hits his face, looking much too happy when you scoff. 

“Keep it. You need it more than me.” You fall backwards onto the bed. “Right or left?”

“Right or left?”

“Just choose one.”

Regardless of his confusion, Su-Hyeok ultimately chooses right. “Alright then, I’ll leave that side open if you change your mind.”

“I won’t.”

“Whatever you say.” 

⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ.: ⋆*･ﾟ

You blindly reach for your phone, unable to sleep. The bright light hits you, causing you to squint at the time. 1:31 am. You roll over and peer down the side of the bed, seeing Su-Hyeok with his eyes closed, wrapped in blankets all the way up to his neck, more likely than not freezing in his thin white t-shirt. 

“Su-Hyeok,” you whisper, not expecting an answer. 

“Yeah?” He opens one eye to look at you. 

“I can’t sleep.”

“Neither can I. I’m cold.”

“Come up here.” 

“…But not that cold.” 

“You’ve layered six blankets on top of you and you’re still shivering.”

He stares at you for a long moment in the dark until finally, he sighs, giving in. Su-Hyeok pads toward the side of the bed you left empty all night, dragging his multiple blankets and the single pillow with him. If you had to be honest, it was an endearing sight; he looked like a giant baby bundled from head to toe in the thick silks. 

Before he even gets on the bed, he takes off one and wraps you up in it, the blanket already warm from body heat. The rest he rolls up and aligns vertically, creating a makeshift mini wall between the two of you. You snort at the absurdity of it, but decide not to say anything against it, lest Su-Hyeok insists on going back to the ground. He eventually crawls into bed, though his legs are too long, feet ending up hanging off the bottom edge. 

“Isn’t this better?” You turn to face him, seeing him already looking at you. In the dark, you can barely make out his eyes, but the proximity can’t take away from how your heart feels under his gaze. 

Su-Hyeok slides a hand under your face and lifts your head slightly to slide the pillow below you. Now both of you were sharing a bed, a blanket, and even a pillow. With your head on half and his on the other, the only way to be comfortable was for the two of you to lay face-to-face, almost touching noses if it weren’t for the centerline of blankets. “Much better.” 

He pushes more of the blanket to your side and when he draws back, your fingers brush accidentally, though he doesn’t move them away, and you don’t have the intention to do so either. “Sweet dreams, Y/N,” he says softly, before closing his eyes. Just by those small gestures alone, you were touched more than that acceptable of a friendly nature. 

“Sleep well, Su-Hyeok.” You lay there in the darkness, your eyes lingering on him for a bit longer until you can’t keep them open anymore. This time around, sleep comes easily. 

⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ.: ⋆*･ﾟ

When harsh morning sunlight streams into the room, you wake up to the feeling of warm air fanning across your face. Squinting against the light before being able to open your eyes entirely, you become aware of just how close you were to Su-Hyeok—so close that you could hear his steady heartbeat, loud enough to count. You have no clue as to how you ended up enveloped completely in his arms, your head tucked tightly into the crook of his neck. The pillow wall from last night is now nonexistent, unknown to you how long it actually served a purpose, yet, you can’t find it in you to move away.

But, as your luck would have it, Su-Hyeok's eyes slowly flutter open, and he begins to stir, immediately looking down. Flustered at the current position, the only thing you could think in the moment is to kick him off the bed.The thud as he hits the floor has you scrambling, worriedly peeking your head over the edge to see that thankfully, he wasn’t hurt; annoyed, but otherwise unharmed.

“Yah! You were worried about my back last night when I decided to take the floor, but instead kicking me onto it is better?” 

“Sorry, sorry! It was on reflex!” You reach down and pull him up back onto the bed, trying not to laugh as he glares at you.

Silence ensues as the two of you are at a loss for words about what happened overnight, avoiding eye contact and leaving space as wide as an ocean in between, the bed growing colder by the minute.

“Did I snore?” Su-Hyeok suddenly asks you.

You shake your head. “Did I say weird things in my sleep?”

[ 3:26 am]

“On-Jo,” you mumble.

“Y/N, this is Su-Hyeok,” he tries to reason with your still-sleeping form. “You’re dreaming, aren’t you?”

“No, we’re having a serious conversation. Of course, you’re On-Jo. I can only tell you important things. Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, I am,” Su-Hyeok sniggers as you punch his shoulder in your sleep, feeling apologetic toward On-Jo, who was most likely on the receiving end of lot of them in the course of your friendship over the years. He could relate wholeheartedly.

“There’s someone I really like and I keep thinking about them but I don’t know if they think about me too.”

Su-Hyeok holds his breath so tightly in his chest that it could burst, only releasing the tension in his lungs on an exhale when he finally hears your next words.

“On-Jo, I like Su-Hyeok…a lot. Do you think he feels the same?”

“Why wouldn’t he when it’s you?”

“No, I think you only had sweet dreams like I wished for you to.”

┈┈┈┈┈𖥸┈┈┈┈┈

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝟏

On-Jo stands next to Su-Hyeok in the breakfast line when a familiar scent wafts across her nose. She sniffs slightly, trying to decipher what it is when it dawns on her that it was emanating from Su-Hyeok. Her eyes widen at the nuance of it.

“Su-Hyeok…don’t tell me…” she places a hand across her mouth in shock. “Did you and Y/N share a bed?!”

“No,” he deadpans, but the blush on his face can’t hide the truth.

“Really, are you sure about that?” On-Jo smirks slightly. “Your shirt…it smells like the perfume I gave Y/N as a birthday gift.”

“There can’t be similar fragrances?”

“I had it personalized.”

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝟐

Su-Hyeok is the first to wake up, but as he turns to get out of bed discreetly, you grab onto his wrist lightly. “Can you stay with me?” Just the way you said that sleepily to him was enough to convince him not to go.

"You should get some more rest. I won't leave. I promise."

He gets back into bed and you immediately huddle close to him, eyes still closed, the expression on your face much more relaxed than before. Su-Hyeok’s heart flutters in his chest as he pulls you closer, not letting go.

Maybe one day he’ll tell you about what you said in your sleep.

Maybe one day he’ll tell you about the kiss he pressed against your forehead and how you smiled afterwards.

Maybe on the day when he confesses.

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© 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐱’𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

[justice4gyeongsu]

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

SYNOPSIS ➢ sometimes a little courage can do a lot more good than bad. sometimes, that is.

PAIRING ➢ lee suhyeok x male!reader

AU ➢ enemies-to-lovers au!

CONTENT WARNING ➢ this chapter contains; loneliness, sprinkles of unfit parenting, a bit of heatedness with an older male (just in m/c's mind) [let me know if i missed any !]

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[A DAY BEFORE THE OUTBREAK...]

roses, tulips, lilies, they usually were in every storefronts window. signaling perfectly how the season was changing soon and quickly, the flowers were now missing and/or wilted. you were going to miss seeing the bloomed flowers for a while. winter took the invitation swiftly, the wind blowing your hair away from your eyes proved that fact. the sun still shines down onto people's heads, as usual, it confidently shows it still has a job to do upon the season changing. the solid road you were walking down had green grass sprouting from between the cracks a little, a visual of a younger you playing with it while your mother was arguing on the phone with someone flashed by in your mind.

couldn't recall what it was about exactly. “y/n, you have two feet facing forward and yet somehow you seem to be walking backwards,” your father retorted to your slow walking. you snapped your head up to see he was a few feet away from you, jogging to catch up. “yeah, sorry.” you mumbled. not in the mood to argue so early into the day. especially on a weekend, the two days where you could only worry about how you would get your dad out the house.

your first thought when your father had told you he was leaving to run errands, you weren't necessarily thinking you had to be a part of it. well, it seems everything you don't expect always seems to happen to you. adding this to the list. “welcome!,” the store owner announced as you two walked in. you bowed when making eye contact and as you rose up the older woman couldn't help but send you, what only you could assume to be, a motherly smile. you gave a small smile in return, her warmth made it hard not to. “hello miss, we were wondering if you had any chamomile tea?” your father asked the lady with a high pitched tone, obviously trying to sound kinder than usual. you couldn't help the smirk on your lips when the woman quickly left her station and went to retrieve said herbs. you placed your hands on the counter and tapped your fingertips in a rhythm. “so..” you trailed off as your dad turned his head towards your direction.

“why do you need chamomile tea?” you asked while staring at the broken sign that stated no leaning on the small statues that were lined against the wall of the store. “just.” was your fathers answer. you exhaled while closing your eyes, you were used to your father not actually wanting to have normal conversations with you. in spite of that, it was still in fact draining to not have a communicative parent. and the only times he did want to speak to you, was because he needed to ridicule you for every decision you made in this life. it makes you ponder about what you must've done so awful in your past life.

you turned around to lean your back against the counter and stare out the windows with your arms over your chest, your thick green cardigan making you feel comfortable even if the atmosphere did not. looking out onto the street you see three grown women pass by, then a boy that seemed close to your age, maybe a little older, on a bicycle slowly cruises by the windows. to say he was handsome was an understatement, your mouth slightly parted as he looked into the windows of the shop you were in and looked directly at you. it wasn't a certain look he gave you, just the fact he did stare at you before disappearing past the window where you could no longer see him. making your throat dry and your heartbeat a little faster than usual. your feet led you off the counter and outside the open door to where he had disappeared to. he was crossing the street to the corner bike store, parking his bike outside and entering. you blinked before turning back to see your dad now chatting with another older lady about different tea’s. “dad, im gonna check out the-“ he waved you off, not even turning his head to spare you a glance. you shook your head from the sudden hurt and quickly jogged over to down the street to the sidewalk. your mind now focused on one thing and one thing only.

one someone, to be exact. upon entering the bicycle store you were greeted by a younger women whom you bowed to in response. you weren't sure if you fitted in with the rest of the people shopping in here. you still pretended to look at the bikes that were on display in the windows and throughout the store. looking up, you noticed a familiar tall and fit boy who was looking at bike tires that were hung up. swallowing in hopes of smoothing your vocal chords out from the dried cracks of anxiousness. you proceeded to walk slowly more and more to him, though one step came with an intrusive thought. “you see him and what are you gonna do about it?” you turned swiftly toward a wall full of chains for bicycles.

your heart began to beat harder at that. what are you going to do now? you probably seem like a stalker now, he's obviously gonna recognize you from the other shop. you need to leave, you need to leave now. “you own a bike?” a voice cut in to your own conversation. your head whipped to the side to see the said boy was now standing beside you and not where he was leaning over a few feet away prior. “uh, me?” you ask dumbly. he nodded with a smile that his eyes turn into slits, you blinked before answering, “no i don't.” oh no. “i-i mean that's why i'm here. y-ya know, to buy one.” the boy nodded slowly at your words. you weren't quite sure if he believed you or not. he then points to the chain you were once having a staring contest with, “maybe you should get the whole bike first.”

you nodded before nervously chuckling, to which a heavenly giggle escaped his throat. something that made your heart flutter at. “can i give you some advice though?” you nod quickly. he smirks at your quick reaction to his words. “don't try and get one of the trendy ones right now, they'll only go out of style as quick and usually they break down as easily.” your eyes stuck to his lips as he spoke to you. wow, he really was very handsome. you couldn't help your ears from gaining heat at the fact that he still stared at you as you did him.

“yes, i understand.” you softly responded with a starstruck face. “good.” his voice lowered. the boy looked down at your body which made you shy instantly. “also those shoes are good for bicycling, so don't even try to waste your well-earned money on some new ones.” you furrowed your brows before looking down. “ah, yes, i wasn't planning on it.” you reassured him while mentally hitting yourself for getting into your head like that when just speaking to this nice guy. “im y/n.” you stuck out your hand politely. “my names kyungho.” the name fit him perfectly you noticed.

he nodded before saying a gentle, “see you around then, y/n.” it was as if your heart punctured outwards of your chest and grabbed onto his sleeve when he was walking away, but instead you said “w-what kind of bike do you have?” you asked for the first time in a louder tone. he turned with an eye-slinting smile before responding.

the sun was finally done being confident for the day and began relaxing by 6pm. its winds and clouds taking over for the exhausted sun. “come back for dinner, y/n!” your father shouted while heading into the apartment building, you nodded before pedaling off on your new bike that you had recently bought the next day. you sold most of your old toys to nearby neighbors and finally, 19 hours later and you purchased the black version of the bike kyungho had. you pedalled off down a street, the feeling almost rejuvenating. not having a specific path you wanted to take, you just followed the sun as it set and the skies soon turned orangey-pink. you cut through wind so fast, your clothes were practically second skin.

it was different. very much different. it made you wonder as to why you never thought of purchasing one of these before. it beats walking, that's for sure.

while you skidded down many empty streets and just enjoyed the outdoors for once, you came across and intersection, you slowed down and drifted onto the sidewalk. slowly cruising towards the crosswalk. thats when you noticed it was the same intersection where suhyeok saved you from. a faint hint of your ears getting warmer made you grow angry. you knew one-hundred percent then, that you couldn't control who you liked. because even when you don't want to, that prick still somehow squirms his way into your arteries like a blood clot. an infectious disease that can only be cured if you rip your own heart out before he consumes it. shaking your head in order to clear your mind, your ears pick up laughter. you turn to see a chicken restaurant and eating inside were a few of your classmates. onjo, cheongsan, isak, and gyeongsu. they looked rather happy.. and warm.

you looked away in defeat, leaning onto your bike and rubbing your head. for once in your life you were not gonna live the same day over and over. tomorrow, you were going to change for good, that was something only you knew at the time, but soon everyone would see it too.

meanwhile, in cheongsan’s chicken, “yah, is that y/n-ah?” isak spoke as she covered her mouth from keeping chicken spewing out. everyone turned to see the young boy with his head in his hands and brushing his hair away from his face in frustration. cheongsan and gyeongsu looked back at each other before returning to their food. onjo looked at the two boys who were stuffing their faces once again, “we should invite him to eat with us,” she began and continued when everyone looked at her with surprised faces. “hes always alone. no one should be alone throughout high-school, it makes school even more unbearable. plus, isn't he woojin-ah’s friend?” she asked and immediately was met with gyeongsu shaking his head slowly in a grimace. “he tried to ..befriend him again but i think woojin just didnt wanna be apart of drama.” he explained while now picking at his food.

“drama?” onjo asked with a slight undertone. almost accusing cheongsan he had done something wrong from just answering her question. “y-yeah, you know about y/n and myunghwan..” cheongsan trailed off as onjo became angrier by the second. “y/n was just being himself, this whole town needs to grow up already. he never hurt anyone, he just had a stupid crush and wanted to tell him.” she stated with fire in her eyes. isak raised her eyebrows at her friends tangent. “do any of you know the guy?” isak carefully spoke up. everyone then proceeded to shake their head. “only y/n knows.” onjo answered while now pushing away her chicken while she tried to calm down. “and myunghwan and his goons.” gyeongsu added while looking down at his fork nonchalantly.

“that guy that snitched should go to hell.” isak stated with crossed arms and a small pout. finally, understanding y/n, when her friend put the situation in perspective for her. “yeah, i will never like a guy like that.” onjo announced seriously. cheongsan gulped and gawked at his childhood friend before continung to eat his food.

everyone was quiet, seemingly done with the conversation until gyeongsu spoke up, “if youre still a little angry, can i have that piece?”

[ariss311]

Requests (open)

hi, I know this is pretty late( I only just started posting on this blog) but feel free to request hcs or one-shots for these characters/people (also from the fandoms their from):

Su-hyeok (aouad)

kang taehyun (txt)

any manhwa/ manhua character (male) (only if I know them- there are too many so I put them in one bullet point)

lee Minho/lee know (skz)

park sunghoon (en-)

keith Kogane ( voltron - not always)

zuko (Alta-not always)

tyler Hernandez (sbg)

goro akechi (p5- not always)

newt (tmr - not always)

I do not do smut/limes/lemons/nsfw. I do gn!reader or female reader (sometimes males) no oc’s. If you want to recommend a fandom or show feel free! Who knows I might start writing for them! Feel free to request female characters as well! You may request a plot or situation but make it safe (ex: no child x adults please!) thanks!

[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.

[gwinamwhxre]

hellooo, if you’d like to request any angst/fluff/smut with any of these characters, I’d love to write! also provided the links to anything i’ve already written about the characters

also, if you enjoy my writing, my wattpad is suhyeokslvr, I’m currently writing a yoon gwi-nam fic (from all of us are dead) :)

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all of us are dead

- gwi-nam

let me (smut)

- cheong-san

- su-hyeok

- gyeong-su

sweet home

- hyun-su

rather me than you

to take the pain away from you (smut)

- eun-hyuk

- eun-yoo

- jae-heon x ji-su

- sang-wook

- wooi-myung

alice in borderland

- arisu

- chishiya

all for nothing (smut)

- karube

- kuina

- kyuma

alchemy of souls

- jang-uk

- jang-uk x mudeok

- seo yul

- dang-gu (no smut he’s too bby)

[ken-dala]

Am I still alive?

A/N: for a long time, of course, I didn’t write about this series, oh, I miss my era when I wrote about them every day.

The reader fights to the last, but she still gets bitten, but she is still alive and can walk and talk, which means that she will be able to protect her friends. hambie! reader

- Guys, we need to calm down. Let's make a plan. But all I want to say is I love you guys. We must fight to the last, be careful look every corner so you don't get bitten.

- Calm down?! Are you serious y/n? We may die, but you? Joon Yeong said in annoyance.

- Let's make a plan.

~~~

- Great plan! I agree, we just need to get out of here quickly.

Everyone got dressed and prepared so that no one would get bitten, etc. You were sure this plan would work. Now you are all following the plan.

You completed your building and found chocolate..? Food. It was overdue but what's the difference the most important thing is food

- Guys, I found chocolate! Let's take one bite

- Thank God at least something.

You started biting off the chocolate and handing it to everyone, it was Dae-su's turn. He took a bite completely. What about Joon Yeong?

- Bro are you serious? After you, Joon Yeong.

- Oh God I'm sorry Joon Yeong I didn't mean it honestly I thought you already uh took a bite

- Come on, let's get out of here.

You opened the door and quickly began to act, everything is fine but the zombies are surrounding you, you have to fight them off. You see that Jun Yong gets bitten and quickly went to his territory pushing him away from the zombies. Crap neck hurts..

- What the fuck, y/n you're a moron, what's wrong with you?!

- Im okay you know, I just have to leave you guys.

You climbed up the building and went outside, a bunch of monsters attacked you, but you looked at your friends with a smile and gave them a sign to leave as soon as possible. Many gave you one last look after realizing that you can't be saved.

They got out of this shit.

- We did it! Everyone is alive? And we are lucky that the monsters went to one side!

- Hey guys are you okay? Joon Yeong?

- Y/n she sacrificed herself so we could escape...

- You're only joking soon.. Oh shit oh shit is she really left there?

- Cheong san calm down.. She stayed there so that we could survive..

- Shit... We.. we have to continue this way.

"meanwhile with you"

Damn your head is spinning and your neck still hurts, what the? Are you still at the gym? Oh shit, you have bites all over the place but now you have a good sense of smell and hearing. This means you can find your friends.

All have been considered, but they must make it to the shelter. Will it all end like this? Will you just rot in the gym?

You could hear your friends as they walk through the woods, you decided to follow the sounds and decided to speed up. The path was long but you were able to find them. You decided to lightly and quietly follow them

You touched Joon Yeong's shoulders, and he screamed at the sight of you, turning everyone's attention to you.

- What the hell? Are you alive?

- Am I still alive?

- Damn don't scare us! And don't sneak up on us like that!

- Okay, guys, let's not be distracted, after all, we must find shelter and live in peace.

You hugged everyone, realizing that you and Nam-ra are the main defenders from zombies, you were so happy for yourself.