Tumgik
#yoon gwi nam
poisonedprose · 1 year
Text
perv gwi-nam who is always trying to sneak pictures of you when you're changing
perv gwi-nam who always drops something when he has multiple things in his hands so he can watch you bend down to pick it up for him
perv gwi-nam who 'accidentally' grabs your waist and slides his hardened cock against your ass when he needs to get past you
perv gwi-nam who can't help but stare in complete jealousy when you eat a popsicle or a lollipop
perv gwi-nam who put cameras in his bathroom so he could record you when you took a shower at his house
perv gwi-nam who would make all the random people he fucked pretend to be you and threatened to kill them if any of them said anything about it to anyone
1K notes · View notes
written-in-flowers · 11 months
Text
A Different World: Gwinam x Reader
Tumblr media
Pairing: Yoon Gwinam x Plussize!fem!Reader
Genre: Smut. So much Smut. Minors DNI please
Word Count: 12k
Rating: M....very much M, explicit
Summary: Before the outbreak, you never thought you had a chance with Yoon Gwinam, and he thought the same about you. But, once you've both come into a new state of being, a "hambie", suddenly sexual fantasies don't stay fantasies.
Tags: Fat Shaming, Bullying, Toxic Friendships, Dom/sub, Light Sadism, Light Masochism, Spanking, Pulic Masturbation, Masturbation in bathroom, Mutual pining, blood and gore, blood kink, spit kink, rape fantasy, thigh worship, body worship, rough sex, rough oral sex, oral sex (m. and f. receiving/giving), anal sex, rimming, anal fingering, face slapping, facials, cum swallowing, multiple orgasms (m. and f.), multiple positions, no breaks, they're both fucking pervs and so horny for each other, kind of a forbidden romance? well, until all their friends die anyways. ****
You fixed your shirt for the millionth time that morning. You hated how your stomach and chest lightly pushed on the clear buttons of your shirt; it made you look fatter tucked into your skirt. The skirt is a different breed of annoying. Your thick thighs used to chafe from rubbing together throughout the day. You usually pull on gym pants if it becomes too much, but deodorant sticks and your thigh high stockings make it easier to bear. Other girls can wear the pants without a word; you, the chubby one, can't. You hoped the shirt did not pop open from the stretch. The laundry schedule at home meant you'd have at least one day with the smaller school shirt. Fixing it again, you decided to button your blazer over it for now. When you get to class, you can unbutton it to breathe before doing it again.
"Stop doing that. You're going to make it worse," Hyejin said from beside you. "You should've gotten a larger size."
"The store didn't carry any more of it," you admitted quietly. "I need to go there later to see if they have them again."
Choi Hyejin, small and narrow, was one of the two people you're certain you hate. A petite, brown haired girl from an upper class family, she carried the haughty air and snotty opinions of the high society she came from. Had you two not grown up together, you're sure you'd be her favorite punching bag. But since your fathers worked together, and your mothers ran in the same social circles, she resorted to backhanded compliments like this.
"Or you can have it tailored like my brother did," said the girl on your left.
Slender and tall, Kim Soomin was part of the girl's volleyball team and well liked in the athletic scene. Her black hair tied back in a long plait, she wore her volleyball jacket over her uniform, which made her look broader but slimmer at the same time. Another girl from an affluent family, you and her became close on your first day of primary school. That is where your trio-friendship forged, and where it would remain until the end of time. Soomin didn't discourage you like Hyejin did, but you knew why she hung out with you. It's the same reason they both did:
They look hotter when compared to you. Because even with Hyejin's hooked nose and Soomin's height, at least they're not fat.
"I suppose, but my mom might say no," you told her, holding your books to your chest. "She'll just tell me to lose weight."
"Then why don't you? It'd be better for your health, if anything. It can’t be that hard.”
The false concern for your health stabbed another hole in you. Hyejin and Soomin might not be ideal friends, but it was certainly better than having none. With at least these two, you avoided the cruel, harsh bullying you often witnessed happen to others. If Choi Hyejin and Kim Soomin liked you, then you must be cool. However, the trade off is the occasional 'you're fat and that's why your life sucks' discussion. You knew they didn’t actually care if you lost any weight. The longer you remained fat, the better they’d continue to look in comparison. In your mind’s eye, you saw all the boys who flirted with Hyejin at school. They ignored you completely. Not that you cared. Only one boy in Hyoson High School caught your attention, and he’d never notice you. Not in a million years.
"You can always come to the school gym with me!” said Soomin. “I don't mind having a partner and the coach won't say anything about it."
"No thanks. I hate gyms. I always feel people are watching me."
"Nobody watches you, YN," Hyejin scoffed. "They don't care as much as you think they do."
You wanted to tell her that a fat girl in a gym often attracted some kind of torment, but the words caught in your throat. Looking up the path leading into school, you spotted him. Yoon Gwinam. A tall boy with black hair that reached his neck, he wore the school shirt open with a black sweater underneath, likely to fight off the chill. Long limbs made him look longer and broader. You often imagined him completely encapsulating you in a hug, your head on his shoulder and hearing his heart beating. Your heart fluttered seeing him standing in the distance with his friends. He stood, chuckling and smiling when one of them made a joke. You wished it was you making him smile like that. You’d do anything to see it up close. Gwinam is a tough guy; you’ve seen him beat up people with little effort. The sort of guy who’d protect you and care for you above everyone else; the guy whose heart would only melt for you. No guy you’d managed to date treated you the way you wanted.
“-We did it by that old railroad track outside the train stations,” Hyejin’s story broke into your thoughts as you walked. Your eyes kept focusing on Gwinam, leaning against a building near the school. Absent-mindedly, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, thinking it made you more attractive. “I love it when they groan. It’s super hot when a guy is vocal.”
“I can’t believe you did that,” Soomin laughed. “Especially since he’s dating Aro.”
“Aro should take better care of her man then, if you know what I mean.”
You tuned out Hyejin’s recount, and thought of saying something Gwinam as you walked by. ‘Hey Gwinam’. ‘Morning Gwinam’. ‘Gwinam, please rip off my panties, and fuck me hard.’ No, the last one is a bit too much. Besides, if Soomin and Hyejin saw you talking to him, they’d ask why you did. His reputation around school wasn’t very good; he hung around with bullies who picked on people weaker than them. Yet, it was this bad reputation that made you want him more. You didn’t want to “fix” him. You wanted him as he was, meanness and all. You couldn’t really explain it. Something about him attracted you, and they wouldn’t understand.
“Are you still talking to him?” asked Soomin, amused. “Or have you already thrown him away?”
“Nah, we’re still talking,” she said. Of course they were. You knew Hyejin would eventually forget about her newest conquest and move onto someone else. “He said he can’t get enough of me.”
“Oh my god, you’re so bad.”
The thought of Gwinam only wanting sex from you crossed your mind. It was why most guys approached you: they thought heavy girls are desperate and will sleep with them for crumbs of affection. Normally you reject these guys, since high school boys like to brag. Yet, if Gwinam ever showed interest, you’d crumble immediately. If you put out for any guy in school, it’d be him. Deep down, you sensed he enjoyed the kind of sex you did…At least, in your fantasies he did.
“You know, YN, he’s got a pretty cute friend,” she told you. “I mean, he’s not Namjoon hot, but he’s okay looking. He’s definitely your type. I could set you up-YN? Are you listening?”
“Huh? What?”
Hyejin looked between you and where Gwinam stood and let out a soft laugh. “Oh my god, no way,” she teased, “You’re actually checking out Yoon Gwinam?”
“What?! No,” you defended instantly. “I wasn’t looking at him at all.”
“He’s a jerk, YN,” said Soomin. “He’s a bully. How could you like a guy that bullies people?”
“He’s also a total idiot,” added Hyejin.
“I wasn’t looking at him,” you repeated firmly, heat rising in your cheeks. “He’s just…He’s in my eyeline, that’s all.”
“He’s not even a cute bully,” said Soomin. “You know, like the guys in the dramas. He’s ugly. He’s got a weird face shape.”
You wanted to hit her. Gwinam is by no means ugly. You liked his face, his body, his hair, and everything else. In your daydreams, he liked your body too. He’d spend ages telling you how beautiful he thinks you are, and how much you turn him on.
“Not to mention that ugly haircut,” Hyejin scoffed. “Besides, I wouldn’t bother. It’s not like he’d be into you.”
“Hyejin,” Soomin said carefully. “Don’t be so mean.”
“I’m not being mean. I’m being honest,” she retorted. “Guys like him are total assholes. He’d probably laugh at you and walk away if you confessed.”
“I won’t confess because there’s nothing to confess.”
It pained you to admit it, but Hyejin was right. Gwinam would never like a girl like you. You looked at him one more time as you came closer. He didn't even look your way. Why should he? There’s nothing special about you. Guys never looked at you; why should he be any different? You walked past his group, and your eyes met him for a split second. You quickly turned away before he noticed you. It made your cheeks burn more, simply having him acknowledge you for a second even if he thought nothing of you.
“Ugh, so gross,” Soomin huffed.
“The dude’s a walking red flag. You should like someone else,” Hyejin smiled slowly, “Like Lee Suhyeok. Isn’t he gorgeous?”
Yes, Suhyeok was the handsome, friendly guy any sane girl would like. Yet, you didn’t. You found it difficult when you compared him to Gwinam, who checked all your boxes. Your fondness for bad boys will eventually come back to bite you, you know. It was best for everyone if you kept it to yourself.
“Gosh, I’d kill to get a slice of him,” Hyejin sighed.
“But he’s not into you,” you said to her. A little dig into her made you feel good. “He likes someone else, I heard.”
“That’s because he hasn’t gotten with me yet,” she replied with a sly smile.
“Maybe he doesn’t want to get with you because you fuck any guy who gives you attention,” you heard yourself say to her. You instantly gasped and Soomin laughed out loud. “Oh, um, well, I mean maybe-”
“-Maybe ‘what’? At least guys actually look at me, unlike you. Namjoon told me he and his friends have a bet going, you know,” she spat back. “Yeah, to see who could bag The Pig. He told me to introduce you to his friend, since he said if he wins, he’d split the money with us. Want to know what I said? I said ‘no’ because I’m a good friend.”
“What?” Your throat dried up at that confession. It was always your worst fear: a guy showing interest as a dare from his friends. “So, you were going to set me up with someone who means to play a prank on me?”
“Oh, come on, like you’re that dumb. I told him you wouldn’t fall for it. He’d have to try really hard since you always get all weird when you like a guy.”
“But you still knew,” you stopped walking, and gripped your books tightly. “You were still going to go through with it just so some asshole keeps liking you.”
You wanted to hit her. You wanted to call her every name in the book, and smack her until you drew blood. She thought herself so above you and Soomin. You pictured yourself literally knocking her down a size. Your nails dug into the soft cover of your textbooks, so tight your knuckles burned. Images of you sitting in a restaurant, waiting on a guy who might never come, tightened your chest. You hated her.
“I was going to tell you,” she said, “Stop being so dramatic. It’s not like you’ll go through with it. You chicken out every time a guy comes onto you. I told you about it just now, didn’t I? See, I’m a good friend to you and you say mean things to me. I was only looking out for you.”
She turned on her heel and continued walking. Soomin stayed behind for a moment, seeing your eyes glare at Hyejin’s back. “YN?” she came to you cautiously, “YN, we gotta go to class.”
Why were you friends with her? Why were you friends with either of them? You knew why. Because it was better to be friends with them, taking the licks, than not having friends at all.
“YN-”
“-Fuck off,” you hissed at her before leaving her side.
You blinked back the tears building up in her eyes. Going into the school with teary eyes might attract more attention than you’d like. Crying in front of people showed weakness. You couldn’t let people know you’re weak because then you’d become a target too. Walking away from the school pathway, you ended up in the construction site beside the main building. You aren’t sure what the school planned to make the building, but that didn’t matter to you. The half finished, concrete building remained abandoned during the day time. Nobody will hear you crying. You walked until the sounds of the other students faded into nothingness.
You’re a joke to them. You’re the dumb, ugly fat friend who they can look at when they feel bad about themselves. Every rude word, every mean comment from everyone in your life came rushing back to you. Your mother scolded you for eating more than you should. Your father said he was glad because then he didn’t have to worry about boys coming to his door. Hyejin liked pointing out the flaws in your outfits and Soomin constantly offered unsolicited health advice. You doubted this “friend” of Namjoon’s would actually like you. Not even the boys you’d gone out with before liked you. They always shift uncomfortably or tell you to keep it a secret. God forbid their friends should find out they liked the fat girl.
You collapsed against a bare, concrete wall and looked outside a window frame. Fresh air blew past the window, only just brushing the window sill you leaned against. You forced yourself to enjoy the free air to drown out the pain festering inside you. Visions of beating every single person in your life passed like a movie reel. You briefly imagined Hyejin getting into an accident that disfigures her pretty face forever; you pictured your mother finally dying and being free of her hateful words. Why couldn’t people just let you live?
As you stood there thinking, your favorite daydream came back. Gwinam is your boyfriend, and he hears what Hyejin said to you and what Namjoon’s friends planned to do, and beats them all up for you. In this daydream, you have a protector who adores you; who loves you as you are. A Gwinam who’d burn down the world for you; who’d bring ultimate pain to anyone who hurt you. You knew this Gwinam did not exist, but you comforted yourself with the fantasy anyways. Wiping your eyes, hoping the redness won’t be noticeable, sudden footsteps from the next room made you jump. You listened closely and realized it was multiple people.
“I told you to have the money with you.”
The familiar voice of Gwinam sent shivers down your body. You didn’t know who he’d come with, but you guessed it was his gang of bullies. Visions of what they might do if they caught you in the building, weeping and weak, and you pressed yourself against the wall. You could stay there until they left, or maybe you could sneak out through the window. But, the temptation guided you to the nearby hole in the wall meant to be a doorway. You rarely get a chance to watch Gwinam undisturbed this way. Usually, you’re with one of your friends or in a crowded room, and someone might see you. These moments didn’t come very often, so you seized it. Quietly, you walked to the door nearby and peeked one eye into the main room.
There he was, standing a few feet from a short, skinny boy. You immediately recognized the boy as Park Jisung, a boy from your homeroom. Jisung cowered away from Gwinam, who had him cornered in the empty room. Gwinam looked at Jisung the way a cat looked at a mouse. Your eyes scanned over his long frame; you pictured him standing front of you with the same stare. If you wanted anyone to bully you, it’d be Gwinam.
“I’m-I’m sorry, Gwinam,” Jisung gave a bow, shaking and nervous. “I’ll bri-bring it tomorrow.”
“But I need it today,” he said. He sighed, “Guys like you really fucking piss me off.”
‘Yes. Yes, get pissed off. Make him regret it,’ your darkest fantasies screamed. You pushed yourself against the wall, heat starting to flare up in your body despite the cold wall. ‘Hit him. Hurt him. Hit me. Hurt me.’
“I’m sorry, Gwinam! If you give me a little bit of time, I’ll get you the money. I promise. My parents didn’t have any to-”
“-I don’t care,” he said. “Fucking asshole.”
You flinched as Gwinam’s hand slapped Jisung across the face. Jisung stumbled to the side. Psh, weakling. He didn’t even hit that hard. You looked at Gwinam’s face, anger rising in him as he smacked Jisung around more. If only he did that to you. You clenched your thighs together watching him swing his long arms in each slap. Once Jisung hit the ground, Gwinam’s kicks began harsher and deeper. He looked so hot. Being angry or scared brought out a person’s true nature; Gwinam liked hurting people, and you liked watching him hurt people. You liked how Gwinam threw Jisung around like a rag doll, smacking and kicking him. You thought of him doing the same to you. Guys like Gwinam made you feel small and weak, despite your heaviness. You bit your lower lip thinking of those hands pinning you to the ground, leaving bruises around them for later. He’d throw you on the ground, tear open your shirt to bite and slap your tits before fucking you. No foreplay. No gentleness or kindness. You’d be wet from his ferocity alone.
“Piece of shit,” Gwinam growled.
“What a loser,” you heard one of his friends laugh.
Your body slowly began grinding into the side of the doorway. Nobody would see you in the dimness, surely. They’re preoccupied with Jisung, who wept and begged them to stop. Your pussy pulsed watching Gwinam kick and stomp on him. You stuck your hand underneath your skirt, carefully running your fingers over your sex. It’d have to be quick, but watching Gwinam in the flesh this way made you wetter. Tightness built between your thighs, that familiar arousal burning as your fingers trailed over your slit. The chilling wall caused your nipples to harden, and you thought of Gwinam’s mouth on them. He’d bite and suck as his cock grinded into your pussy. You’d grip his shoulders and arms, nails clawing his flesh as he teased you.
You’d let him take you however he wished. You’d be his personal fuck toy; a thing only made to pleasure him.
“Psh, pathetic motherfucker,” Gwinam spat at Jisung. He crouched down and lifted his head by the hair.
You bit down on your lip as you circled your clit. His tongue swirls around it greedily, gripping your thighs hard and growling from the taste. He stood Jisung up to his feet. He’d do the same to you. He’d laugh at you for getting so wet so easily; he’d call you a whore, smack you one more time, before continuing the sexual torture. Maybe he’d do what he did to Min Eunji once. He’d grab a marker and write filthy words on your body, on your clothes, so people knew you belonged to him. Screw what your friends thought. This is your fantasy, not theirs. Your lips grew wetter, and you pushed your panties aside. You started rubbing yourself quicker. A slew of dirty thoughts came as Jisung groaned, and coughed.
Gwinam spanking your ass until it becomes tender and hot.
Gwinam spitting in your mouth, then calling you a filthy bitch for doing it.
Gwinam tying you to his bed at home and leaving you there for whenever he gets horny.
The climax hits you hard with the usual scene: Gwinam chasing you through a forest, feral and high on adrenaline, until he gets his hands on you. You rode it out on your hand as you pictured him fucking you like an animal. His teeth gritted, his muscles tense and tight, and his cock shooting cum over your face and breasts. It’d hurt, but you’d love that. Your juices coated your fingers, and you shivered as you came down into your post-orgasm glow. Gwinam finished beating up Jisung, who tearfully ran away when Gwinam and his friends let him go. Panting, running his hands through his hair, Gwinam stood there a moment while his friends left the building. You continued circling your sensitive nub, wishing you could go for a second time. The bold fantasy of you offering yourself to him right then crossed your mind, but no, you’d never do that. Then, the unthinkable happened.
Gwinam saw you. He’d turned his head casually; you supposed he’d done it to check if anyone had seen him, and spotted you in the other room. You froze in place, quickly withdrawing your hand from your panties. Due to the angle, Gwinam didn’t see your lower half, but him having seen you was enough. Dark eyes swept down the parts of your body he could see. What if he suspected what you’d done? What if he’d heard you and purposefully prolonged the beatdown? You gasped and whipped your body around out of sight. You worried he might confront you. You held back a whimper imagining him coming over to you, sticking his hands in your panties, and telling you how naughty you’ve been.
‘Insatiable slut. You can’t even wait until we’re alone to touch yourself for me. Do it again. Now.’
Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. You heard Gwinam’s friend call out to him, and you heard him leave. In reality, he’d never want to touch you. He’ll no doubt go to his friends and tell them what he suspected. They’ll taunt and tease you forever about it. Soomin and Hyejin would be disgusted with you, because even if you disliked them, they’re all you have. On wobbly legs, you picked up your things and left the construction site.
Your fantasies will always be exactly that. Fantasies. Nothing more.
How did you do it? How did you catch his attention when nothing else does? How do you make this entire world slow down when you walk past him? Any time Gwinam saw you, he swore everything around him stopped for you. Most girls at school didn’t have that effect on him. They were too skinny or too annoying. Gwinam liked girls with soft curves that made him drool. You are such a girl. The briefest of glances from you haunt him throughout the rest of the day. That small twinkle of acknowledgement sent him into a stunned silence for several seconds, if not minutes. So, to see you in that half-finished building, breathless and clutching the wall, inspired a fresh series of fantasies. He thought of going up to you in that building, pulling down your panties and shoving himself inside you. You’d stay up against that wall, shirt open and tits bouncing, as he pumped his cum into you. He loved your tits. And your thighs. He liked peeking at them during class. The desk always stopped just underneath them so he had a nice view. Lord knows what he’d do if you sat beside him. He’d leave class with wet fingers every day.
But, sadly, those dirty thoughts would never come to be. A smart, clever girl who always did well would never want an idiot like him. Girls like you wanted handsome, smart guys like Suhyeok. Gwinam is forced to live with thoughts of you in his arms in his dreams. You must be so soft. You always smell nice too. He’s noticed it before; it’s a flowery perfume that drew him to you. He thought of your laugh as he walked towards school with Myunghwa and the others. He wished he could be the one making you laugh. Visions of kissing you, walking hand-in-hand with you, and being with you clouded his mind. He’d be good to you. Gwinam wasn’t kind very often, but he’d treat you so well. He’d give you anything you wanted; do anything you asked of him.
He’d hurt someone for you, if you wished it.
The group entered the school before classes began, and Gwinam caught sight of you rushing past them. A hint of floral perfume hit his nose, causing him to breathe it deeply. He noticed you heading towards the bathrooms. He smirked. You must’ve made such a mess. Too bad he isn’t there to lick you clean. He shook the image of your soaked pussy from his head when Myunghwa smacked the nape of his neck.
“-Are you listening to me?” the short boy asked him irritably.
“Huh? Yeah, I was.”
Myunghwa scoffed disbelievingly. “Fucking idiot,” he said, “You never pay attention.”
“He was checking out Park YN,” Changhoon, another part of their group, smirked. “I can’t believe you like that fattie. She’s not even pretty in the face.”
“I wasn’t checking her out,” Gwinam said defensively. “I wouldn’t touch her even if she was the last girl on earth.” He considered the feeling might be mutual. You’d never truly like him. If you were doing what he thought, it must’ve been for someone else. The idea alone boiled his blood. “She’s ugly.”
No, you’re not. You’re beautiful. So beautiful. He thought of the other day when he saw you in the library. You often go there during lunch to catch up on homework or to read quietly. You liked reading, he noticed. You’d sat beside a window, and he admired how the sun caught in your hair, illuminating your face. He put the image to memory for those tough nights at home. Whenever his dad called him useless or his mom shook her head in disappointment, he pictured you in that chair. You’d lift your head, smile, and tell him he’s not a waste of space. You’d encourage and lift his spirits up…and he’d kiss you. He thought of your lips and the cherry lip balm he spotted in your bag. They must taste so good.
And he’d never have them. He’d never have you. He’s not supposed to like girls like you. He’s supposed to like skinny, pretty girls like your friends. Yet, those girls didn’t excite him like you did.
Myunghwa went on with some story about how someone mentioned his name in Jinsu’s disappearance. The police went to his house to question him. Gwinam wanted to tell him they’d done the same to him and the others. It’s not their fault Jinsu made it so easy for them; he never fought back until that night. Gwinam recalled the way his body hit the sign, hit a balcony, before finally crashing into the alleyway. He’d never seen a dead person before. He’d been sure that the police might arrest him. They could’ve found fingerprints on Jinsu’s skin or caught him on camera somehow. Yet, they’d done the opposite. They believed the story of them having been out in the street and nowhere near Jinsu’s last location.
Gwinam walked into class on his own, and spotted you in your usual seat next to him. You shared a desk space with your friend, Soomin, but his desk was across the aisle. He bit the inside of his lip seeing you crossed your legs under your desk. A small peek of your thigh high stocking stirred more dirty images in his mind. He liked how a bit of pudge went over the stocking bands; if he ever got his hands on those thighs, he’d lose his mind. He took his seat nearby and did his best to not look at you. He thought about the construction site again, picturing you fingering yourself to him and cumming hard on your pretty fingers. He shifted his gaze slightly to see your chest exactly where he knew it’d be. The combined picture of your thighs and your breasts caused him to swallow thickly and look elsewhere. He’d die of embarrassment if he got a hardon in class, but how could he ignore such a sensual sight?
As Mr. Lee, their science teacher, began class when Gwinam noticed you starting to pull off your blazer. Logic and reason said you must be hot, considering you’re sitting near the windows. But his horny, perverted mind said you were taking it off for him. You wore a tight shirt today, so it showed off the curves of your bosom and tummy. His jaw dropped when he spotted a white strap through the fabric. Your bra, he hoped. He quickly thought of you in his lap, wearing nothing but your skirt and stockings. No bra. No panties.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he dared a chance to look at it. A message from Myunghwa.
‘Wow, you got it bad for her, huh? Bet she’d crush you if she got on top.’
He clenched his jaw and put the phone away. Whenever he felt a new fantasy coming on, his friends ruined it for him. He wished he could sit closer. He wished he could talk to you, and only you. You’re so smart. You answer Mr. Lee’s questions without hesitation and so eloquently. Your friends might be pretty, but they’re complete airheads. You’re the intelligent one. The intelligent one with pretty lips and eyes that made him melt.
Gwinam went through absolute torture during class. Not even amusing himself by bullying Eunji distracted him. Seeing the buttons between your tits stretch from the size, he knew he’d have plenty of jerk-off scenarios tonight.
‘Gwinam? Could you help me with my shirt? It’s so tight and uncomfortable. Please, take it off me.’
He squeezed his eyes tightly and bit his tongue as the signal for lunch rang through the school.
‘The cold’s making my nipples hard. Would you warm them with your mouth? They’re so hard and my hands aren’t as warm as your tongue.’
Fucking hell. Gwinam stood up from his desk before you did, and decided a walk to the cafeteria might clear his head.
‘Oh, Gwinam, your cock’s so big-’
Fuck. No.
‘-Put it between my tits, and fuck them. I want to make you cum using my soft, huge tits.’
He pushed into a bathroom stall, locked the door and started unbuckling his pants.
‘God, they just swallow your dick. I can’t wait for you to cum all over them. I love cum. I want you to cum on me. Please, Gwinam, cover me in your yummy cum.’
His dick throbbed in his hand in every stroke. His eyes closed and he thought about you in the construction building. He thought of catching you touching yourself, and taking advantage of your vulnerable position. Gwinam pictured himself tearing off your clothes, exposing your luscious body, and tasting every inch of you. You’d struggle at first, pleading and whimpering for him to stop, but you’d soon give into him. Gwinam focused on the image of you riding him to climax. Your tight walls clenched hard around him as he rubbed his thumb over your clit; your breasts bouncing in his face until he suckled on one of them. The thought made him cum within minutes. That’s what you did to him. He wished you didn’t have such a fierce hold on him. He wished he didn’t desire you so much, but he couldn’t help it. He’d become completely blind to any other woman he met. He only wanted you.
Coming down from his orgasm, he cleaned himself up and decided to head to the cafeteria. He felt refreshed having gotten you out of his system. He wondered if he might see you there or if you’d go to the library again today. He didn’t care which one. He’d have to keep his leering to a minimum now that Myunghwa saw him looking at you. He came up with explanations to why he’d been looking your way, but none of them sounded convincing. When he entered the cafeteria, he did see you there. You stood in line with Soomin. You’d put your blazer back on, which dampened his spirits a bit. But then again, it might be good for him. He’d only just finished rubbing one out to you. He can’t do it twice in such a short amount of time.
He got into the line two people behind you, and looked at his phone instead. Myunghwa and Changsoon taunted him over what they’d seen in class. They made fun of you, talking about how your buttons must be holding on for dear life or telling him to be careful as you might break his bed getting into it. He wanted to kill them. He didn’t care if they talked badly about other girls; he didn’t want them talking badly about you. But, rather than tell them off, he joined in the conversation.
‘Kekeke, she probably jiggles around like jello.’
This amused them. Yet, he looked at you as the line moved. You styled your hair differently. Usually, you wore it tied back from your face, but today it flowed freely around your face. Gwinam did not have a particularly favorite look; he loved anything you wore or did to yourself. He watched you chat with Soomin. By your annoyed gaze and clenched jaw, he assumed you’re arguing quietly. No doubt your “friend” Choi Hyejin said something to upset you, and Soomin defended her. He often overheard you three talking at lunch or in class. He liked the sound of your voice, so sue him. Hyejin in particular liked putting you down, and you let her. Just like how he let Myunghwa talk down to him.
He shoved the person in front of him out of the way, stepping to them when they protested until they backed off.
“-She didn’t mean anything by it. She only meant that you’re not that good with guys, so she was trying to help,” Soomin said to you as you started down the line. “She didn’t know Namjoon planned anything until he said it.”
“Whatever.”
“Oh, YN, you know Hyejin cares about you. I do too.”
“Okay.”
You shut down. Whatever Soomin said to you left you defeated. He thought of pushing Soomin aside and holding you close. Whatever prank or mean thing Hyejin said to you would be smothered away by his kisses. He grabbed a tray, and began going down the line with you. Seeing your cold stare, and how you avoided Soomin’s gaze, you’d gotten locked inside your head. It happened to him a lot too. Whenever Myunghwa insulted or hit him, or whenever his father called him a worthless piece of shit, he’d sink into the dark, lonely place in his mind. If only he could pull you from it, then you would never feel pain again. Soomin must’ve given up trying to reach you, because then she scoffed and walked away to sit down. This left a gap between you and him. He thought about what he’d just done in the bathroom, and wished he’d taken you with him. As you reached the end of the line, the both of you reached for a pair of utensils at the same time.
“Oh, sorry,” you said timidly. “I didn’t…I’m sorry, I…”
“It’s okay,” he said, picking up one of the wrapped pairs to hand to you, “Here.”
“Thank you.”
Oh, your eyes. He never gave them enough appreciation. So much innocence and sweetness shined from them, yet they hid something much darker within. He could tell. He wanted to say more, but what? Rarely did he get this close to you. He was always worried someone might see and make fun of him for it. But, there’s nobody who matters around him. He saw you turn away from him shamefully. No doubt you’re remembering what happened on the construction site. When he did not look away from you, you squeaked out:
“I won’t tell anyone what I saw. I promise.”
Did you think he’d hurt you? “Good,” he said, bending down to your ear, “I won’t tell anyone what I saw either. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”
What in the hell was he doing? Trying to scare you away? He mentally kicked himself when he spotted your widening eyes. He watched you scurry away from him like a mouse, and it left him disheartened. He couldn’t help himself, could he? What did he think you’d say to that? Gwinam bit his tongue again, then went to sit with the gang. He forced himself not to look at you. Looking at you in front of the guys meant more teasing. He only liked one kind of teasing, and it was the teasing he got from you.
You woke up with a gasp. Your heart hammered in your ears, and suddenly you croaked in pain. You felt as if someone dislodged your bones, then put them back into place. Heat burned behind your eyes, and briefly you smelled blood all around you. Hunger. A distinct hunger rumbled in your body, but something inside you fought it back. Your mind went back and forth between this limbo of cravings and denials before you paused all together. You blinked your eyes a few times as your vision cleared.
It took several moments for you to register that you were soaked to the bones on the cafeteria floor. All around you, you hear gargled snarling and sharp hissing sounds. You heard feet shuffling or skidding across the floor; the cracking of bones made you flinch every time it sounded in the room. You kept your eyes closed, hoping if you open them, you’ll be back home in your bed. But, no you weren’t. You knew you weren’t.
Sitting up, you felt a distinct soreness in your neck, shoulder, stomach and arm. You looked down at your shaking hands to see them stained with blood. You found more of it on your uniform and stockings. You took deep breaths as you spotted the deep, crimson stain on your left forearm. Gingerly, you pulled up your sleeve to see a bite mark deep in your flesh. It looks fresh, as if it’d never healed. But, when you touched it, you felt no pain. The same was said for the scratches and bites on your stomach, the injuries having slashed through your shirt. You pressed down on the mark on your neck, only to hear the squishing of severed flesh. Curious, you poked your pinky into a hole in your neck, feeling no pain whatsoever. How could this be?
“Am I dead?”
You stared around the empty cafeteria. The people who’d been there had not escaped. The blood stains on the walls, windows, floors and tables told you as much. The creatures who’d once been classmates must’ve attacked the others, turning them into beasts as well. But, why had that not happened to you? You jumped suddenly when the gnashing, guttural sounds came from behind you. Your eyes widened in shock. Hyejin. At least, what was left of her. Hyejin, once dainty and posh, now cracked her neck this way and that as she snapped her jaws like a turtle. You saw her front covered in blood, more of it smeared around her mouth and on her hands. Blood red eyes instantly locked with yours. You let out a scream as she rushed towards you, hands outstretched and clawing for you. You shielded yourself in a fetal position, ready to be devoured by her, before you realized she wasn’t touching you. Hyejin, reeking of rotting flesh, only hunched a few inches from you. You heard her sniffing the air around her. She moved her head side to side, still biting and growling as drool came from her yellowed teeth. But, she did not touch you.
Soon, Hyejin backed away. She jolted upright, and began moving from you to the center of the room. You realized she was not the only one in the room. Other students who’d sat in the cafeteria now jerked and stumbled around. You stood up, almost slipping on the wet floors, and waited for one of them to notice you. But, none of them did. They should be charging at you; they should be ripping and tearing at your body, but they did not. To them, you’re not there. Touching your wounded neck again, you realized something: You’d become one of them. That is why they did not attack you as you walked out of the cafeteria.
Nor when you reached the pathways outside school. All around you, students walked around, sniffing and searching for more human meat. None of them bothered you unless you bothered them first. Even then, they only snapped their teeth at you before moving away. It felt surreal. An ignorant person might believe they’re in a dream, but you knew better. Whatever happened here has led to hundreds of students being infected with a mind altering disease. You wondered what could’ve caused this as you walked around the school. Biochemical warfare? Chemical lab experiment gone wrong? You couldn’t think of anything else. You could only focus on trying not to attract any of the zombies around you.
It all came back to you as you walked. One minute, you’d been apologizing to Hyejin for what you’d said about her, and the next a rush of students flooded the room. You’d been the first to stand from your seat. You remembered students screaming with terror as they ran through the cafeteria. You remembered seeing the things chasing them: other students, all of them red-eyed and feral. They screeched and growled hysterically, as if possessed by demons. But, that’s childish; this was something worse. You’d grabbed your bag once you saw an infected student tackle a girl by the wall and instantly bite into her throat. Soomin, the athlete, managed to get to a back door before either you or Hyejin. Some friends. It truly became every man for himself. Hyejin had screamed in absolute terror when one zombie, a large boy, blundered after her. You remember being a few steps ahead of her by then. You’d reached for the kitchen doors when a hand yanked your head back.
Hyejin used you as a means of escape. You’d slipped and tripped over the floors as the sprinkles above went off, causing it to rain inside the cafeteria. The large zombie grabbed hold of you, but you’d managed to fight him off. Another zombie, a girl with short hair, launched at you. That’s how your arm was bitten. But, you hadn’t stayed under her for long, since you threw her off you. You’d gotten up a second time where you watched Hyejin running through the kitchen to the back doors. Seeing it up ahead, you knew instinctively she’d close the door on you if she reached it. You recall leaping. You never leapt before, but you leapt towards Hyejin. Your hands found her long dark hair, fisted it tightly, and dragged her from the door. She fell to the ground with a painful groan. By the back door, you saw the two zombies attack her. You sidestepped another zombie when you realized the back door was locked. Running into the main kitchen, you dodged zombies and screamed when one of them lurched for you. Due to the slippery floor and chaos of humans and zombies, you’d fallen face forward. All air knocked out of you, you scrambled up before a zombie caught you.
That’s when more of them came. You squeezed your eyes tightly as you thought of the stink of death and harsh pain of teeth breaking skin. You’d howled from the nails digging into your skin, and the number of zombies all vying for a piece of you. Kicking and screaming, you eventually caved when one of them sunk his teeth into your neck, the one that was most obvious to you. You touched it again, walking back into the school to the library, your sanctuary. You didn’t find anyone there. It appeared whatever zombies were here had left.
Empty. That is what the world became: empty. Yet, it didn’t feel like it to you. You heard the sounds of zombies groaning outside perfectly. You could smell the paper of the books underneath the foul odor of blood and corpses. Tapping a table, the sound was louder to you. Your ears became sensitive to any sound you made after. You guessed the other zombies, mindless and aimless, reacted to noise as well. Grabbing a book, you opened the window to test your theory. You saw several zombies walking around the fields outside. You launched the book out the window, watching it fall and crash onto the ground. The small slap alerted every zombie within a twenty foot radius. They clambered over to the sound, but growled their discontent when they only smelled more dead flesh. So, a unique sense of sound. You wondered what else your new existence brought you.
This heightened sense came in handy an hour or so later. You’d been setting small fires across the library, trying to see how far your sense of smell went, when you heard it. At first, you thought it might be another zombie, but your new nose said otherwise. The newcomer did not smell like rotting flesh or congealed blood. They were something in between. You took a whiff around, and the trail led towards the library entrance. You’d been thinking of testing out your strength and speed. You saw how indestructible your fellow zombies were: you’d been throwing computer parts at them from above and barely making a dent. You might have a similar strength. You knew whatever being sauntered into your hideout will be your guinea pig. You put out your small bonfire with a wet paper towel, and followed the sounds and smells with your new body.
You made to move, but the intruder stepped out from behind the bookcases. It was Gwinam, except he looked drastically different from the boy you saw this morning. Firstly, he wore a new jacket that obviously wasn't his. Secondly, a hideous, nauseating gash went through his left eye, leaving a gory mess behind. He stopped when he saw you. You stared at him. He stared at you. Neither of you said anything. It was like meeting one of the zombies; you did not have to speak to understand one another.
"You too?" He asked, his deep voice breaking the silence.
"Yeah."
"In the cafeteria?"
"Yeah. You?"
"In here."
"When?"
"A few hours ago. Cheongsan pushed me off there," he pointed to one of the high bookcases, "And I got bit." His good eye surveyed you from afar.
"And your eye?"
"He shoved a phone into it."
"A phone?"
The idea of a cell phone never occurred to you. You could've called for help, but that didn't seem to matter anymore. Who could help you? And if help was called, they would have come by now. "Yeah, the corner part," he said, acting out the gesture with a stabbing motion, "But it's whatever. I don't really feel it. I plan on killing him." He spotted the deep wounds on your neck, and said, "Those don't bother you either?"
"Not really. I thought they'd at least itch, but they haven't," you said. "I tried recording the healing process, but it's very slow. I think because we're still partly human, we can't feel the pain but our muscles and skin react to it. Look, see," you showed him your bite marks, the skin barely together but no longer leaking blood. "It stopped bleeding, but the wound hasn't healed."
"Is that what you've been doing here?" He gestured to the trash can at your feet. "Experimenting?"
"Well, yes," you said, sheepishly. "I want to see what my body is capable of now that I've reached this new level of being. My senses are certainly sharper: I can smell things from at least twenty feet; I'm able to hear things from a further distance too, since sound echoes and bounces. I've discovered I don't die. I can't die. Seeing you now, I'm assuming it's the same for you?"
"Yeah."
You caught him looking over your body again. You became self-conscious immediately. Being undead, you doubted you'd lose any weight from your previous life. Add the disgusting bites and scratches on your flabby flesh, and you're absolutely distasteful. You didn't need Gwinam staring at you like that.
"Stop it," you said, not meeting his eyes.
"Stop what?"
"Looking at me. You don't see me staring at your eye, do you? I don't need reminding of how ugly I am."
"You're not ugly."
You scoffed, "Please, don't insult my intelligence. I know how my body looks."
"I know too, and I like it."
"Huh?" You saw it once you met his eyes.
"Nothing about your body has ever bothered me," he said, licking his lips at you. "In fact, everything about it turns me the fuck on."
You walked backwards from him as he approached. Your heart thumped in your chest, the sound spreading to your ears and freezing your bones. A sudden heat flared up in your body, and you gulped thickly as it went all over. The glint in his eye is unmistakable, and it excites you. Never did you think this would happen. Yoon Gwinam was only meant for your dirtiest, smuttiest fantasies reserved for lonely nights at home. Yoon Gwinam was the forbidden fruit that you'd never reach; Hyejin and Soomin being the ones raising the branch with each disgusted word. Yet, as the world turned upside down, those fantasies quickly turned into reality as Gwinam moved towards you.
"You make my cock so fucking hard," he nearly growled, already unbuckling his pants. "It drives me crazy. I have to sit in class…seeing you there in that little skirt…seeing your tits almost bursting out of your shirt…I know why you wear it that way…you like showing off those big tits just for me, don't you?" The way he walked reminded you of Jisung from that morning. A lion coming upon its prey. Something about this brazen, direct Gwinam caused your mind to wander back into those fantasies. "And don't get me started on those thighs of yours,” his eyes scanned your body and stopped to your thighs, “I love looking at them, especially when you wear stockings…the way they hug your thighs so some pudges out…fuck, you know it does things to me…"
"What?" Your voice quivered slightly.
"Don't act innocent with me," he said, getting closer. His dark eyes full of frustration and lust brought back to the last scenario you imagined. Your arousal throbbed between your legs. "You act all clean cut but I know deep down you're just a whore who wants to be fucked senseless every second of the day.” He unzipped his fly, but did not pull anything out, "You made me so horny in class that I jerked off in the bathroom during lunch. I remembered you at the construction site, all breathless and horny, and I couldn't help it."
He came within inches of you. The heavy scent of blood and sweat reached your nose, and you bit your bottom lip. A sharp gasp left you when his body pressed into yours. Gwinam tugged down the front of his pants and boxers to withdraw his dick. The sight made you wet instantly. Not too long, it was certainly thick with heavy balls underneath. You knew you'd definitely feel him stretching you soon. You already imagined it tearing you apart as he ravaged your body.
"Open your shirt and let me see those tits," he demanded, eyes focused on your chest. "You were so eager to show them before. I want to see them now."
With trembling fingers you unbutton your shirt. Underneath, Gwinam saw the white undershirt you wore stretched over your large breasts. You untucked your shirt so he may see more of you, which he liked. You worried about the gashes zombies left on your stomach and chest, but Gwinam hardly noticed them. He sailed up your body past them and to your breasts. He cupped one right away, causing you to whimper from the touch. Gwinam smirked and squeezed it so you whimpered again. You never considered stimulation before this moment. You might not feel any pain, but you certainly felt the small sparks his hand alone brought. His hands warmed up as they fondled you over your bra and shirt, the temperature hardened your nipples so they poked into the fabric. The cotton fabric of your bra did nothing to hide this from Gwinam, who bent down to bite gently down on one. You made a mental note to write down ‘sexual stimulation’ as part of your human side.
He put your hand on his crotch, and instinctively you grabbed it. You liked the feel of him against your fingers. Even with his half undead existence, his body felt human as ever. You sensed the blood pumping through his cock, and could almost smell it through the thin skin. Big hands remained nearly lukewarm on your chest; their gentle squeezes were certainly stronger than your daydreams concocted. Full lips didn’t skip over the bite mark on your neck, kissing upwards and licking the dried blood. The feeling of his tongue against your skin sent chills down your body. You needed more of him. You continued lightly touching his cock, sometimes slipping lower to the ball sack underneath, which caused several deep groans.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned in your ear, still fondling your breasts. “So addicting,” he went back to kissing your neck, “I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
You brought him into a kiss, and you're thankful he didn't pull away. His plush lips caressed yours, carefully opening them with a small flick on your bottom lip. Blood tinged your lips, sliding from one tongue to the other, but you liked it. That undeniable hunger for flesh and blood came over you; you growled and sunk further into his kiss. You didn’t know if a half-zombie could eat another half-zombie, but you found his taste to be particularly intoxicating. You pushed yourself against him, roaming his body with your free hand to unzip his jacket There, you found his bloodied black sweater where zombies bit into his torso. You didn’t mind it. This new discovery only aroused you more. It was as if he'd opened the floodgates repressing your desires. You couldn’t stop yourself.
"Let's get rid of this," he growled between kisses.
He took the collar of your tanktop and tore it open easily. Gwinam groaned at the sight of your tight white bra, which squeezed your breasts more than you liked. He kissed fiercely along them, even giving a bite that pinched you, groping and squeezing them. You kept your hand on him, his shaft growing even harder while you jerked him. The touch made your sex clench within you, and your clit throbbed from the newest sensation. Gwinam roughly tugged down your bra, so your tits spilled over the wire supporting them. He stopped kissing you to admire the soft mounds filling his hands. You whined as he grazed his thumbs over your nipples, the two peaks hard against the rough pads.
"Fuck," he moaned, kissing one of them, "They're exactly how I imagined them to be. So big and soft. I could suck these all day." He took it in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and sucking hard. He did this to each one since you squirmed at the mixture of pain and pleasure. "You can't imagine," he grunted, nipping at your tits, "How many times I felt like ripping your shirt open to play with them…How many times I thought of taking you…fucking you…raping you…"
"Gwinam…" you whimpered at his words, the filth causing you to stroke him faster. Droplets of precum stuck to your hand and slickened your motions. This only amplified your arousal.
"Like today with Jisung," he flicked his tongue over the very middle, which sent shocks of pleasure down your body. "I saw you standing there watching me hit him. I saw how you panted and bit your lower lip. You were touching yourself, and I wanted more than anything to fuck you. I wanted to chase you down, rip off your panties and have my way with you…whether you wanted it or not. I don’t care anymore.” He sucked particularly hard on one nipple, then came back up to you, “I’m the boss here now. I can have whatever and whoever I want, especially you.” He cupped your chin for a hard kiss, “I should’ve fucked you there. I would’ve given you the fucking little teases like you deserve.”
"What stopped you?" You asked him breathlessly, sliding one hand over his shoulder to feel more of him. You started pumping him faster. "Hm? What stopped big bad Gwinam from fucking the shit out of me right outside our school? You could've tossed me on the floor, fucking me into the dirt or into the bushes with your hand over my mouth-"
He cut you off by grabbing your throat. The slender digits squeezed both sides of your neck, cutting off air but not hurting you. The pain came from the harsh slap that went across your cheek. When you cried out, he did it again to the opposite cheek. He stared at you for a moment, surveying the need written on your face. Your clit throbbed for his attention, hoping your grinding hips might clue him into that. He then slapped you again, then kissed you roughly.
"You filthy slut," he grunted against your lips. "You like that, huh?” he smacked you again, “You like being hit?”
The truth was: yes, you did. The stinging pain mingled with the desire burning inside you. Being in his strong grasp, pinned by his long body, you knew you could easily escape him. This elevated, evolved being you’ve become came with a strength you’d never known before. It made you invincible. Breaking away from him wouldn’t be a problem, yet you don’t push or thrash in his clutches. You instead spread your thighs and begin pumping him once more. From his heavy breathing, you knew you’d gotten the effect you wanted.
“Let me see for myself then.” He stuck his hand under your skirt and roughly pushed your panties aside. You gasped from the sudden invasion of his fingers on your sex. Boys touched you there before, but not like how Gwinam did. Three fingers cupped your dampening center to rub carefully up and down; he didn’t care if you let him or not, your pussy was his now. “Oh, you do enjoy this kind of thing,” he sneered, releasing your throat and grabbing at your hair instead. A quick tug and a forceful pull brought you to your knees in front of him. “I’m going to show you what I would’ve done if I’d caught you. Open.”
He prodded his tip to your lips, which opened right away. The taste of salty precum slid over your tongue and savored the sticky substance. A huge part of your fantasies finally came true. Gwinam kept his hold on your hair while he guided you over his hips. The girth of his filled your mouth completely, and his head hit your throat once or twice. It’s exactly how you imagined. You sucked the hard muscle firmly, a move that made Gwinam groan. You wanted to please him; you wanted his approval and satisfaction. It became harder to breathe once he forced you right up to his base. You gripped your knees tightly as pain started burning your throat and chest. Inhaling through your nose, you tried your best to breathe as Gwinam’s cock nearly suffocated you. You loved it. Something about his dick blocking your airway, causing you to gag and choke on it excited you. Your eyes teared up whenever he held you to him for too long, only moving his tip from your throat in short strokes. Yet, you did not object or force him away. You hummed in your throat as he moved in and out. When he mumbled about enjoying it, you kept on going. Streams of his precum and your saliva started dripping from your mouth, leaking through the corners. You pointedly rocked backward and forward so your tits jiggled for him, and you saw him eye them right away. When he pulled away, streams of it came out and you gasped for air.
“Look at you,” he groaned, tapping his wet cock on your lips and cheeks. “You love choking on dick,” he sneered, pushing his tip into your mouth once more. He kept you still with one hand under your chin and the other on the back of your head. More tears spilled down your cheeks as he fucked your throat. You started playing with your nipples, and moaned around his shaft. “Your mouth is fucking heaven,” he moaned, “Like a silk toy. Because that’s all you are…A mindless, stupid fuck toy for me to use whenever I want.”
Your muffled moans made him laugh. “And, to think, what I’ve become gives me so much more stamina than before,” he continued, shoving himself fully inside. “I can do all the dirty things I’ve wanted to do with you, and never get tired,” he withdrew himself to let you breathe, “And you know what that means, right?” As you tried swallowing the thickness in your mouth, he said, “It means you’re going to learn what happens to sluts who think they can flash their tits and ass at me. You thought you could flaunt those thighs and those tits and that ass and I’d do nothing about it? Hm?” He plunged his cock right back into your mouth, laughing as you cried. “And there’s nobody around to stop me; nobody to laugh at me about it. It’s only you and me, and you make me horny nearly every second of the day.” He thrusted rapidly, drowning out your cries with his moans. “That means you might as well not wear anything at all.”
He pulled out a final time, and watched you sputter and gasp for air. You massaged your throat, which felt hoarse and ached. Gwinam tugged your head back, and rested his balls right on your mouth. You knew exactly what to do. You took one in your mouth for a tender suck, licking your tongue over the curves and skin. Gwinam stroked himself slowly as you tongued his balls; he occasionally grinded into your face so you’d swallow the whole thing. Little moans vibrated over the sensitive skin, and Gwinam gritted his teeth. You grabbed his thighs for some stability, a thing he did not deny you, and buried your face further into his crotch. Gwinam pulled his balls away and had you lick his shaft up and down while you fondled them instead. Your pussy became so wet, you felt your juices sliding between your thighs. You loved how he used you. You loved giving yourself over to him entirely, and being the sex doll he wanted. Gwinam is the only boy you ever considered yourself fucking this way; you knew he had the ferocity, the depravity, the perversion to do it how you’d wanted. Other boys you’d managed to hook up with always showed hesitancy. Not Gwinam. You’ll be his whore and nothing else.
That was what you wanted.
Long, drawn out moans and panting preceded the thick, hot semen suddenly filling your mouth. You eagerly and greedily swallowed the substance going down your throat. It tasted delicious. Whether it was being undead or because it was Gwinam, you swallowed his whole load. Gwinam’s orgasm made him push harder and faster, making your neck and jaw burn from the pain. He didn’t stop until each drop left his tip and into your mouth. You swallowed whatever he left, even opening your mouth to let him squeeze it onto your tongue.
“You’re the perfect cum dump,” he breathed, running his tip over your lips so you’d lick off the droplets remaining. When he spotted worry in your eyes, he laughed, “Don’t worry. There’s more where that came from. Stand up,” he ordered, lifting you with little effort, and turning you around.
Excitement brought out your smile as he forced you to bend over. Your mind whirled from the thoughts going through your head. Spreading your legs, you arched your back slightly for him to see underneath. He lifted up your skirt to show your panties, and the cold air touched over your sex. No doubt he saw the wet spot pooled right in the center, since he then cupped it in his hand. Long fingers rolled up and down each inch of your sex, and stopped right at your clit. Your cotton panties, white and cheap, must be almost see through with how wet you’d made them.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet,” he moaned, one finger finding your clit and teasing it gently. “I thought about it so many times. Even today, when I jerked off during lunch, I thought of your sweet, tight cunt.”
“And I thought of your dick in it,” you admitted, whining when you felt his finger push delicately against your panties. “I want it so bad. I can’t think about anything else when I’m…I’m around you, oh fuck…”
His fingers teasing your clit only caused more wetness to develop. Gwinam then took both sides of your panties and threaded them between your buttocks and folds. A small bit covered your clit yet exposed it to him at the same time. While one hand spanked your ass cheeks, the other used the tip of his finger to pass over the sensitive nub. Streams of mewls, cries, and whimpers left your lips. Every little touch to it tightened the ball building inside your loins. He knew exactly what to do, and how to make you whine like a bitch in heat. Gwinam’s constant torture had you clawing the table and wriggling around in front of him. You thought you might cum from just the teasing alone.
“Fuck,” he hissed, “I could feel that pussy fluttering for me already.” He moved his finger side to side and threw down more sharp spanks to your ass. “I bet you’re dying to have me in there, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, “Yes, yes, please.”
“Please, what, slut?”
“Please fuck me,” you said, tears brimming your eyes.
“Ummm, no.”
Using both hands, Gwinam did not pull off your panties. He did not slowly peel them off and slide them to your ankles. He took the seam keeping front and back together and tore it apart. The sound of shredding fabric reached your ears. He did not remove the waistband. He only ripped it enough to expose your ass and pussy to him, leaving a long tear that went from back to front. Gwinam left your side and crouched down behind you. You felt him dangerously close to your center; you shuddered when something hot and slippery slide over your clit. Gwinam pulled the lips apart and focused his tongue there. You cried out feeling the tip circle it repeatedly; you grabbed at the table whenever he dipped beneath or on top of it slowly. The obscene lapping and slurping from below added to your uncontrollable moans. When he turned you around, your thighs immediately locked around him and with your own strength, you forced his mouth to take your clit. Gwinam gazed up in amusement, eagerly sucking and licking the cunt right in his face. He didn’t stop you from grinding over his mouth and nose; it’s not as if he’d suffocate. That was a perk of being partly dead, you guessed.
“I’ve wanted this for s-s-so long,” you said, gasping when his tongue entered your clenching and unclenching walls. “Oh god, just like that,” you started fucking his face in return, “Your tongue feels so fucking good! Ah!” his sudden grasp of your thighs with a hard smack let out a sudden squeak from you. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for such a long time. My pussy gets wet just looking at you. I thought…I thought if I teased you, you’d give in and take me. I would’ve let you fuck me however you wanted, as long as I got your cock inside me.” You gripped his hair, soft and silky in your hand, and cried out from the pleasure he brought. “I saw you beat up Jisung, and I couldn’t help…couldn’t help touching myself to it. You being so big and long and strong-”
Gwinam interrupted you by rolling you backwards so your body curled into a c-shape. He pinned your knees to your chest as he wagged his tongue over your pussy. That’s when you came. In a blinding, gut-tensing, muscle-contracting orgasm, you came right on his face. Gwinam only growled his delight at your cum in his mouth. You bucked your hips around, the table underneath you moving slightly, and pushed into his face more. He sucked up all the juices until your clitoris turned sensitive from your climax; it didn’t stop him. Gwinam kissed down to your ass hole where his tongue moved teasingly before coming back up. You're normally concerned with him going from one hole to the other, but not anymore. You’re dead. What infections could you get from it?
“Looks like,” he said, kissing up the backs of your thighs, “We’re both going to get what we want then.”
With total ease, he pulled you to the edge of the table and onto his cock. Keeping your thighs on your stomach, Gwinam charged into you as he liked: hard and rough. The stings of pain did nothing to you. It only made you want to cum again.
“Oh my god,” he growled, squeezing your thighs tightly. “You really must be a whore to take my dick so well. You’re the perfect fuck hole; the perfect cum dump…and you’re all mine.”
“Yes, yes, I am.”
He grabbed your throat, hovering over you and making you face him as you moaned his name. Your lips parted from your constant moans, Gwinam spat into your mouth. He slapped you when you didn’t swallow it immediately. He did it a second time, and you bent to his whims. Then, he gave you another sloppy kiss. You loved the dirtiness of it all; you craved more and more of it. You’d dreamt of this moment for months; you’d desired, lusted, and fantasized about it. When Gwinam grabbed your wrists to keep you on the table, hungrily kissing you, you almost came again. His shirt brushed lightly on your clit which made you weak and shuddering. Biting down on your neck, you winced from the pain, but you knew it wouldn’t last.
“Push back on me,” he said, kissing down to your nipples where he sucked harshly. “Show me how badly you’ve wanted this dick, slut.”
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you kept Gwinam in place as you pushed your hips into his own. His thick cock stretched you pleasantly, bringing you nothing but pleasure as you drove him deep inside. Gwinam stuck out his tongue to let your nipple brush over the flat part, flicking it once or twice or sucking it for you. You purposefully made them bounce in his face which made him growl and grunt. He let go of your wrists and grabbed your tits. His tongue teasing your nipples and his dick hitting that spot inside your pussy brought you closer to another orgasm.
“Gwinam, Gwinam, I’m going to cum,” you wept, the pleasure overwhelming your body. “Oh fuck, you’re going to make me cum again.”
“Good. Do it,” he gripped you by the chin, “Cum on my dick. Do it. Now.”
The second wave made you scream. You worried undead classmates might hear you, but they must’ve been somewhere else. Not that it mattered. They didn’t touch you. Only Gwinam touched you, and he rode out your orgasm in a few thrusts. Still shivering and whimpering, Gwinam ignored your weakened state and tossed you onto the library floor. On your front, air punched out of you for a second before he was on top of you. Without warning, his fingers entered your ass, and his cock shoved into your pussy. You arched your back for him, nearly dizzy from your orgasms and his relentless abuse of your body. And then he fucked you. He fucked you exactly how you’d always wanted. The depravity of the scene made your head swim in the haze of it all. With his free hand, Gwinam gripped your throat so your head lifted from the floor. The slight pressure cut your airway, but not enough that you’d suffocate completely.
“I’m going to cum in all your holes,” he huffed, his fingers knuckle deep in your ass while his dick filled you. “You’re going to be limping out of this library with cum dripping from you. I only wish everyone was alive…then they can see what a fucking…fucking…fucking whore YN is!”
More cum squirted into your pussy, and you couldn’t be bothered to protest. You accepted every drop. “Please cum in me,” you cried, fists underneath you and humping his cock, “Please. I want you to fill each one, please.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll be more than filled,” he grunted, going faster and harder like before.
In a few more strokes, he finished his second orgasm. You took a moment to notice that he did not need a small refractory period. A surprise perk to being dead, you supposed. Not even taking a moment to breathe, Gwinam removed his fingers from your ass and laid back on the floor. You knew immediately what he wanted. You turned around to stuff his coated cock in your mouth, slobbering over it to make it wet as possible. Gwinam groaned, hands going through his hair as pleasure came over him again. A part of you wanted to stay there, cleaning his cock of your combined juices until he came again, but you knew what your lover really wanted. When his cock was prepared, you turned your back to him and sunk down on it…with your ass. This new tightness had Gwinam cursing and moaning your name. You leaned forward, broken panties and skirt over your hips so he’d have a perfect view of your ass, and bounced as much as you could.
Being undead left you stronger and faster. Before, you could never properly ride a guy. Your body felt too heavy and you worried you’d hurt them somehow. Not Gwinam. He handled you with ease, and you had no trouble riding him. You wanted him to cum again. You enjoyed his deep, throaty groans and the names he called you. He dominated you and you couldn’t help but submit. He went back to smacking and grabbing your ass while you touched your soaked, hard clit again. If anyone came upon you two, it’d certainly be a feast for the eyes. The feeling of him fully driving into you, stretching and filling you, drove you wild. You did whatever you could to milk more cum from him.
“Stay still,” he ordered, and you stopped at once. Luckily, it was for him to continue the pace on his own. “Your ass is as good as your pussy, fuck,” he panted, grabbing your hair to pull you backwards, “I could fuck this forever.”
“I wish you would,” you replied, meeting his hips nevertheless so loud smacking sounds filled the space. “I want to be a good toy and make you cum.”
“Oh my god,” he grunted, “Say that again. Say it.”
“I want to be a good toy and make you cum.”
“Then make me cum, slut. Come on,” he smacked your ass hard, “Make me cum with that fat, round…oh fuck, yes, yes, like that-”
The sheer motion of him cumming in your ass had you joining him. You kept going, not feeling exhausted at all. In fact, it heightened every sense. Everything became clearer, and the hunger nestled inside you had you slamming down on him. Once you drained him of cum, Gwinam still did not stop. He seemed incapable of it, and you did not complain. Rolling you onto your side, hands on your breasts, he used one leg to spread your thighs and sink back into your pussy. He let you continue your third orgasm on your own, rubbing your clit and pinching your nipples. You screamed once more as the climax truly hit you this time. Gwinam smacked your clit a few times during it, the light stings having you saying his name. He put you into a scissor position, the new angle driving home and leaving you senseless beneath him. Squelching sounds told you that his cum mixed with yours, and leaked out of your sex. You almost felt it pooling underneath him in every thrust. The new pace and position had you screaming his name a fourth time, and his own soon followed.
You did this for a while. It felt as if all those months of repressed feelings and sexual frustration exploded into this unrelenting, insatiable bomb. You couldn’t stop. You both bit, clawed, slapped, spat and growled throughout the day. Yes, the day. It was a thing you didn’t think possible until you’d turned into this half-human, half-zombie lifeform. Gwinam took you on every possible surface: the tables, chairs, against bookshelves and cabinets. It continued even against the glass doors where the bloody, snarling, stumbling and shuffling zombies went right by. The most exciting was when he fucked you right in the hallway, having you on all fours as he grunted about people watching you both. Pure bliss. That’s all it was.
Fantasies do come true.
***
A/N: wow, this one is wild! lol it's one of my longer pieces, but I hope you still enjoyed this. It's my first Gwinam fic, and I'm really proud of it. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed it <3
624 notes · View notes
boohbear19 · 1 year
Text
Baby Girl
@tifacloudswife asked:
Hey girl! It’s not AIB (but will def request that later tooo) but could you do a Gwi-NamxReader fix? It can be smut, romance, angst anything you want I just want a fic of him thank youuu! Your writing is awesome 😎
Thanks for the request! I’ve been wanting to write a Gwi-NamxReader fic for a while now!🤩
Genre: Romance-Ish, Smut, and before the apocalypse!! 
⚠️⚠️Warnings: Bullying, anxiety driven, verbal abuse, rough play, smut, heavy make out,  unprotected sex, fingering, choking, biting, nipple play, dirty talk, oral, Not proof read, and language. -YOU’VE BEEN WARNED 💖
Tumblr media
School sucks. It absolutely sucks. As much as you tell yourself it will get better, it doesn’t get better. Why? Because of one fucking person. 
Yoon Gwi-Nam. 
One of the biggest bullies at Hyosan High School, and you were one of his favorite victims. Unfortunately for you it was almost impossible to avoid him during the school day. He was in four of your classes and sat behind you in every single one. If you managed to get a seat in front of someone, Gwi-Nam would simply shove them off so he can sit behind you. 
On top of that, Gwi-Nam also had the same lunch period as you. Most of the time as sad as it was, you would sneak and have your lunch in the girl’s bathroom. Or not eat at all, depending on how anxious he made you feel that day. 
The worst part was you had a huge crush on him. Despite how much he teased and harassed you, you were completely smitten over him. It was wrong, so wrong and you knew it and you didn’t want to like him. You’ve tried so many times but it was impossible since you saw his face everyday. Why did it have to be the bad boys that were so attractive?
Your crush for Gwi-Nam made you feel pathetic and hopeless, you didn’t dare to tell your parents or your friends. Word spreads fast at Hyosan high and you were not going to give Gwi-Nam another thing to harass you about. 
Attempting to swallow back the stubborn lump in your throat, you had to first period. Your hands shook as you grasped the straps of your backpack. It was Friday, you just had to get through today and then it would be the weekend. 
Math. History. Science. English. Lunch. Then your three afternoon classes that were Gwi-Nam free and you were done. You could do this. Who knows maybe he skipped school today, it wasn’t rare for him. 
Despite the classroom being empty, your heart was already racing with anticipation of the possible encounters you’d have with Gwi-Nam today. Glancing over at the clock on the wall, class started in fifteen minutes. It wouldn’t be long before other students started piling in. 
“Hey, baby girl...” 
You stiffen from the sound of Gwi-Nam’s voice, you could feel your stomach twist in a tight knot as your hands gripped the edge of your desk tightly.  You had to compose yourself, he wanted to feed off your fear. If you could just stop showing him how afraid you were of him, he would get bored and leave you alone. Right? 
“Not now, Gwi-Nam.” You vowed, trying to sound braver than you felt. 
Gwi-Nam raised his eyebrows as a smirk spread across his handsome face. He was amused by your attempt of standing up for yourself, he found it adorable how you failed so miserably at being tough. 
Gwi-Nam grins, instantly sensing your fear that was also slowly turning him on. He loved every time you averted your gaze from him, bit your lower lip nervously, and crossed your arms over your chest. You were so pathetic to him it was adorable, and what you didn’t know is he wanted you. Badly. 
He grabs you roughly by the hair, forcing you to look up at him. His dark eyes shone brightly with lust and mischief. 
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s rude look away when someone is talking to you? Show me some respect.” He sneered, his lips spreading into a grin. 
“S-sorry..” You mutter softly.
“What was that?” He cupped his ear with his free hand. “I didn’t hear you. Speak up, love.” 
“I said sorry!” You raise your voice, “Can you please let go of my hair? That hurts.” 
Gwi-Nam laughs as he obliges. He then struts over to the wooden classroom doors, you narrow your eyes as he closes them both and pushes two tables behind both of them. Barricading the two of you inside the classroom. 
“What are you doing?” You ask, as you feel your heart starting to race.
If he started to beat you or strangle you right here, nobody would be able to come in to save you. 
“What?” He asks, his voice dropping with innocence. “A guy can’t have some alone time with his girlfriend?” 
“G-g-girlfriend?” You repeat, your mouth dropping open. 
“That’s what I said.” He replies impatiently, as he walks back over to you. He leans forwards planting his hands on both sides of your desk and caging you between his strong arms. 
He looks down at you, his dark eyes wander from your pretty face to your breasts as he inches his face closer. 
“I know you like me, y/n....” He whispers. 
You nearly choke on your own saliva as your breathing grows rapid. What could you say? You were a terrible liar and he wasn’t wrong. You were very attracted to him. 
“Is it that bad that I just want to spend a little time with you?” He gives you a charming smile as he tilts his head to kiss your neck. His grin grows wider from the soft gasp that escapes your lips. 
“Sweet little, y/n...all mine....” Gwi-Nam coos as he starts to kiss down your neck slowly. “You don’t have to be so afraid of me baby girl....” He whispers deeply, you feel his hand at your hip that makes you flinch. 
“I would never hurt you....”
“Then why do you tease me?” You ask, wishing you didn't because this makes him pull away from your neck. “
He looks down at you almost in shock. You weren’t sure if he was faking or if it was genuine. 
Baby girl...” His voice softens. “Haven’t you ever heard that when a guy...” 
He pauses as his grip on your hips tighten before he lifts you up to sit on your desk. 
“It means....” 
You gasp as you feel him slip a cold hand between your thighs, you could feel his hard thumb slowly brush against your clothed clit. You bite down on your lower lip to stifle a moan. Gwi-Nam chuckles darkly as he leans in to nip your earlobe seductively. 
“...it means he has a big...big crush on her.” 
Gwi-Nam runs his finger slowly up your slit as he takes your earlobe in his mouth. You moan softly as he begins to suck on it. It was wrong, all of this but how could you say no? 
If he actually did like you would things be different from here on? You had no idea and it was hard to think of anything at this point as he started to diddle you through your underwear. 
He had effortlessly found your clit, drawing a louder moan from you as you squirm and wiggle on the desk. This makes Gwi-Nam grin before he captures your lips in his silencing your moans. Class would start in ten minutes, Gwi-Nam knew that he had to be quick about this but he was confident enough he could  make you cum faster than ten minutes. 
Gwi-Nam’s lips moved against yours confidentially, making it easy for you since you never even had your first kiss. At first you were worried about biting his lip or drooling but Gwi-Nam was already doing that for you. He suckled on your lower lip as he started to pull down your panties. 
You clench your legs together on instinct and look up at him with wide eyes. This makes him laugh. 
“Come on, open up for me baby girl....I want to see your wet pussy...” He licks his lip seductively, you could feel your own juices leak down your inner thigh. 
Before you even had the chance, Gwi-Nam pulls apart your legs with his hand as he bends down so his face is right by your pussy, eyeing it hungrily. 
“W-wait!!” You cry.
Gwi-Nam ignores you and thrusts his tongue against your clit, swirling slow teasing circles with his tongue. Your hands fly up to grab his long hair as you cry out a moan. Pleasure bubbles up to your core as he flicks and nips at the sensitive bud between your legs, your sweet juices soak his tonuge and make his dick twitch with anticipation. 
“Mmm...” He purrs against your pussy as he slips a finger inside of you, you squirm from the feeling. Sure you’ve touched yourself before but never like this and it felt completely different when someone did it for you. 
“Oh!” You moan helplessly, as Gwi-Nam begins to fuck you with his finger. He watches your facial expressions and your pretty lips form into an ‘O’ as he pumps his finger in and out of you. 
“You love it, you little slut. Don’t you.” He asks, using his free hand to unbutton the blouse of your school uniform. 
“W-we should stop...” You pant, even though you didn’t want him to. What’s the worst that could happen if the two of you got caught anyway? A week of detention? Suspension? Was it bad you wanted to risk it? 
No, we shouldn’t.” 
He grabs your breast roughly pulling out from under your bra and pops it in his mouth. You tug at his hair as you feel his soft wet tongue lap around your hardened nipple. He could feel the pulse of your heartbeat against his face as he suckled your breast roughly. 
He slipped another finger inside of you and increased his speed, the wet squishy sounds of your juices being pushed back from his fingers made his dick ache for you. He smirked against your tit as he felt you pulling at the long strands of his mullet.
You tasted amazing and you were beautiful, but he wanted more. He wanted all of you. He wanted no other man to have you and he was going to claim you as his.
Pulling away he unzipped his zipper slowly, eyeing your plumb and swollen breast that was sticking out from your shirt. He grinned seeing his own teeth marks on your soft skin.
“It’s your first time, isn’t it princess?” He almost sneers as he lowers his boxer briefs, your eyes widen as he pulls out his large erected cock. He was so thick and big you didn’t know how that could possibly fit inside of you. 
You could only nod as he grabs your face roughly in his hands. He crushes his lips against yours in a deep and possessive kiss as he presses the thick head of his cock against your inner thigh. 
“You’re mine. y/n. Understand?” He says against your lips. 
“Yes..”
“If I see you with another man, I’ll kill him.” 
“O-okay...” 
Not that it mattered because you hardly spoke to any other men anyways, and you only wanted Gwi-Nam. 
“Good girl...” He purrs before sinking his teeth into your neck, you flinch as his teeth pierce your soft skin, drawing blood. 
He starts to suckle at your flesh while he rubs the head of his cock against your wet entrance, it hits your clit and makes you mewl in pleasure from the stimulation. 
Gwi-Nam grabs your legs and wraps them around your waist before grabbing you by the neck and laying you down on the desk. You gasp realizing how much you like his cold strong hand wrapped around your throat.
Gwi-Nam only grins at how vulnerable you look with swollen lips and breasts, laying down in front of him with your legs spread out. 
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you....” He says, before pushing the head of his dick in your pussy, stretching out your velvety walls. 
You cry out from the pain as he thrusts his hips roughly against yours, sliding his entire long length deep inside of you. He could care less if it hurt and if you weren’t ready. 
He kept his hand around your throat as he started to thrust inside of you deeply, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes as he savored the feeling of your tight pussy around his cock. 
“Ooh fuck yes...” Gwi-Nam groans, as he rolls his hips roughly down against yours. 
You grab onto his wrist tightly as you needed something to hold onto to ease the pain. It hurt but at the same time you found yourself enjoying it. The sound of Gwi-Nam groaning deeply above you while he fucked you was the most attractive thing you’ve ever witnessed. 
“You’re a good little slut...” He says, slowly moving his hand from your throat to squeeze your breast. 
You arch your  back and start to moan loudly as he picks up his speed, going rougher and faster. Making the desk rock violently underneath you, this worries you as you grab Gwi-Nam’s long white inner shirt. You never knew why he didn’t wear his school uniform like everyone else or how he got away with it, but to you it made him look more sexy. 
The five minute bell rang from above causing Gwi-Nam to groan to himself. It wouldn’t be long before students started pounding on the doors to be let in,  along with the teacher. Not that he really cared.
“You better cum for me, baby girl.” Gwi-Nam says, bending down to suckle your breast. He lets you comb your fingers through his long hair, deciding that you have earned the privilege. 
The more Gwi-Nam thrusted in you the better it felt, as you were starting to adjust to his large size. You toe your curls and arch your hips as Gwi-Nam begins to hit your sweet spot, the both of you could feel your pussy tighten around his cock. 
“Gwi-Nam!” You moan, panting loudly. Your cheeks were a bright pink and parts of your hair stuck to your forehead. 
“Fuck...I’m going to cum...” He grunts, not even caring or asking if you were on the pill and unfortunately you were too caught up in the moment to realize. 
You pull at his hair as Gwi-Nam starts to slam into you. His hands hold your hips down against the hard desk roughly as he pounds into you violently, slamming his hips roughly against yours hard enough to leave bruises. He curses under his breath and groans as he thrusts out his orgasm, spilling his warm seed deep inside of you, 
“Ahh..fuckk...” He purrs, giving your thigh a slap as he rides out the rest of his orgasm. Your chest rises and falls with each breath as you watch the pleasure slowly drain from his face. 
He slowly pulls out of you with a groan before he helps you up to your feet. You pull up your undies and awkwardly smooth out your hair. You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you hear Gwi-Nam’s zipper as he pulls it up. 
“Hey.” He says, cupping your chin in his large hand. 
You swallow hard before looking up at him, you were in complete shock that he had just fucked you and took your virginity. 
“Next time, you’re going to cum. I’ll give you a pass since it was your first time.” He kisses you before you had a chance to say anything. 
There would be a next time? 
As Gwi-Nam predicted, students from the other side started knocking on the door. He rolls his eyes as he walks over to the wooden doors. You watch quietly as he pushes the tables out of the way. Before he unlocks the doors, he turns to look at you. 
“Sit your pretty ass down, baby girl.” 
You do as your told and quickly open your text book as students start to pile in. You hoped you looked like you were studying and not like you had just gotten fucked senseless two minutes ago. 
“What on earth where the two of you doing in here!?”
Mrs. Moon, your math teacher asks Gwi-Nam. You didn’t dare to look up from your text book because your flustered face would give it away instantly. 
Gwi-Nam only grins as he takes the seat from behind you. 
“Studying.” 
THANK YOU ALL FOR READINGG!! I hope you guys enjoyed! Requests are open!! 🥰💕
843 notes · View notes
unbloomedrose · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 | 𝗚𝗪𝗜 𝗡𝗔𝗠
_________________________________________
𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗨𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗
---------------------------------------------------
Run run run y/n ! ", su hyeok screamed when he saw the zombies running towards us we ran fast as fast we can namra pulled my hand and ran pulling me with her we all ran inside a classroom and breath in and out geongsu locked the door and slipped down there breathing heavily Cheong San throwed the water bottle at him he grabbed it struggling and gulped it in a sec we all looked at each other then sighed
Hey you are infected ! ", nayeon screamed looking at me grabbing everyone attention onjo took her steps infront of me and changed my arms while looking in my eyes
Is that a bit mark ? ", she asked me as i shaked my heart as no
Ofc ! That's what a infected person would say
nayeon said making evryone look down then walked towards me grabbing my arms but before she could pull geongsu stepped infront of her pulling her from me she stumbled on her steps and glared at him
What ?! Don't tell me that you don't belie-.
I don't believe you at all ", geongsu said as he stood infront me
It's alright geongsu I'm fine I'll leave ", i said while walking away but he stopped me again
You don't have to leave just cuz that b*tch said y/n ", he said as he glared at her she gasped as she looked around to gain attention
"Tf you just called me? a*shole ! ", she said as she punched him as they fought with each other cheongsan screamed and stood infront of them as he pushed them away from each other ", stop it guys ! He screamed at them
Y/n ? Is that really a bite mark ? "He asked as he stepped closer to me
No ! It's not I was with you guys ..", i explained to them but they don't seem to believe I just smiled then walked to the door about to open untill geongsu stopped me again
Don't go i believe you
I can't stay with one person trust geongsu..",i said walking out of the class smiling at them one last time i ran out of the class sobbing on the way trying to forget that my own friends didn't believed me i ran ran ran and ran pushing all the zombies I was exhausted but still I ran I ran outside the school halls i saw a bat there I took it and swing it around the zombies face there I saw a small way to somewhere being scared I ran inside there
Shit
I cursed at myself when I saw lotts of zombies were coming towards me I ran into another side and there were none i sighed heavily as i sat there taking a deep breath sobbing my eyes out I was crying untill someone patted on my shoulder I got scared and about to swing the bat on that zombie but someone grabbed it and held it tight when i saw who it was it was a boy clothes dripping in blood one of his eyes are damaged he looked at me up and down
________________________________________
_________________________________________
Who are you ?"he asked as he pulled the bat towards him I got scared for dear life he stepped closer to me he smelled me and smiled creepily as I was shivering to dead because of his cold gaze
I'm --- ", i said as he raised his eyebrows in confusion
I've never seen you here before?..
I'm a new transferred student from ___ ", I said as he laughed giving the bat to me i smiled and thanked him as he looked confused ", did you just smiled at me ?", he asked as he looked at me with tense face
Yes is that wrong ?", I asked smiling at him
It's weird ", he said while yawning I took a teddy bandage from bag and sticked on his wood he frowned and stepped back but i stepped closer to him and sticked that bandage on his nose feeling proud I went back smiling he looked at me and then touched his nose glaring at me
Here have this with you this will help "I said giving the bandage to him he pushed it from my hand making me sad I looked away from him taking the bandage from the ground he glared at me again then I was about to walk away untill he said something
Where do you think you going ?
229 notes · View notes
nessinborderland · 1 year
Text
Hungry for You
Pairing: Yoon Gwinam x Reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, Dark fic
Word Count: 5k
Summary: You want to stay alive.
In your school, zombies roam the halls and death is certain. Unknown to you, a bigger threat lingers nearby, and he's hungry. Lucky for you, he doesn't want you dead either. He just wants you as dead as he is.
Warnings⚠️ Extremely Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Character Death, Blood and Violence, Blood and Gore
Notes: This work was inspired by a request that was sent via my google forms. Thank you to the anon that requested it, this was a fun one to write ;)
If you enjoyed it, please consider leaving a heart and reblogging <3
AO3 | Masterlist
Tumblr media
Plunk! Tink! Bum! Bang!
You can’t listen to that fucking piano anymore. Your head hurts for a multitude of reasons, and the goddamn piano noise just outside is going to make you lose your mind, you’re sure of it.
Who are you kidding? You feel like you have lost it already. The last thirty-something hours have been nothing but a hell straight out of your foulest nightmares, and you can’t wait for it to end so you can go home and sleep the headache away. But that seems something further and further from happening with every passing hour.
A zombie apocalypse. A fucking zombie apocalypse. You can’t believe that something as unbelievable as the dead rising is fucking real. You refuse to believe it.
All you want is to sleep – beyond tired from all the running, the crying, and the fear that still makes your heartbeat race – but that seems to be impossible. Your back and neck hurt from your half-sitting, half-lying position against the wooden closet behind you, and your eyes sting from hours of crying and lack of sleep. You sigh; what you wouldn’t give right now to be safe and sound in your bed.
Tink! Bang! Plunk!
You cover your ears with a grunt and change positions on the bench you’re in, stretching your legs that are starting to tingle from being bent for so long. Your feet collide with your companion’s thigh, and you mumble a quick apology before bending your legs again with a sigh.
“It’s okay,” comes the weak reply.
You glance at the girl in front of you, eyebrows furrowing as you take in her almost catatonic state. Lee Nayeon; that’s her name.
She saved your life.
You had been so close to being a zombie meal, your legs almost giving up on you as you tried to find someone or something, or somewhere that would help you stay alive. You got inside that classroom by sheer luck, and it was by Nayeon’s grace alone that you didn’t die outside that room. If she had never opened the door for you, you would be growling with the other monsters in the corridor, waiting for the chance to sink your teeth into the flesh of the living.
So here you are, you and your companion, seemingly alone in a school that quickly became a death trap, with zombies growling in the halls and a piano grinding on your nerves.
“That’s it, I’m stopping that thing,” you proclaim as you rush to get up, limping on prickly legs as you make your way to the door.
You hesitate, your hand on the handle; is it safe? You know the answer to that: a big, fat, NO.
“What’re you doing?” Nayeon questions, her tone hesitant as she glances at your hand before looking at your face. “It’s not safe.”
“I know,” you say with a nod, followed by a gulp as you take up the courage to unlock the door. The sound of it unlocking makes you slightly jump, and your shoulders tighten as you slowly open the door just a crack. “I wanna stop the noise, that’s all.”
The adjacent room is messy, with broken furniture and musical instruments painting a chaotic scene together with the blood on the floor, but at least it appears to be empty. You are aware of the couple of zombies trapped in the room, their growls making it easier to pinpoint where they are in the dark room. You open the door a little more before remembering that the sliding doors that access the corridor are wide open.
“Nope,” you say to yourself as you close the door again, cringing as it makes a loud noise. You let out a small whimper as the zombies in the room start a wave of agitating noises, no doubt alerted by the sound of you carelessly closing the door.
You hold your breath as you wait for them to calm down, hoping that no zombies were alerted by their ruckus. The last thing you need right now is even more zombies in the area.
“Do you think that the piano will attract others here?” Nayeon’s voice right beside you startles you, and you turn to face her.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m trying to make it stop,” you answer in a whisper, “but I’m scared more will come. The sliding door is open.”
“I’ll help.”
You nod, taking a deep breath before forcing yourself to open the door a second time. Everything seems as calm as before, the growls of the trapped zombies now back to normal. You glance at the lit hallway, relieved at seeing it empty.
“Okay so,” you start, “I’m going to stop the piano while you close the door and keep watch, okay?” Nayeon nods and you give her a brief smile. “Cool, let’s do this then.”
~+
“You were supposed to keep watch!” you loudly whisper, trying your best not to shout your words. You shoot a fearful glance at the door, where new zombies bang against it with all their might, and you feel like sobbing. Fresh blood slides down your arm and drops to the floor, and your whole body shakes as you try not to panic from the burning scratch on your forearm. You see red from how furious you are. “I was almost bitten back there because of you!”
“I’m sorry!” Nayeon pleads with tears in her eyes. “I got distracted and–”
“And I almost died!” You push her then, unable to control your rage as your voice raises in tone. She falls back against the bench, eyes on the video camera in her hands. You feel your anger grow. “And all for a goddamn camera?”
“I said I was sorry, okay?” she snaps, sending you a look that reminds you a lot of the Nayeon you are more familiar with. “You don’t have to be a bitch about it, it’s not like they bit you!” You were never friends, or even in the same class, but you always knew her as the preppy rich girl with a superiority complex. And here she is, proving herself as exactly that.
“Fuck you,” is all you say as you remove yourself to a corner of the room, grabbing a roll of toilet paper with shaky hands from a nearby box before sitting back on the floor against the shelves.
You do your best to clean up your wound as you try your hardest not to panic. Is a scratch enough for you to get infected? Is this how you will die? By turning into those awful monsters?
At least I’ll eat her as revenge, you think to yourself before shaking those thoughts away. You don’t want that to happen, doesn’t matter that you almost died because of her recklessness. You want both of you to live. That’s all you want right now.
A sound from across the room makes you look at Nayeon, that is focused on the video on the camcorder like nothing else matters. Some voices and names sound familiar, but you’re too tired and dizzy to focus exactly on what they’re saying. Still, hearing other people brings you some comfort, and you’re dozing off to sleep before you realize it.
~+
A sudden noise startles you awake, and you open your eyes wide to search the dark room, fearing the worst. Nayeon is standing across from you, filling her bag with the food and drinks from the shelves with a vigor you can only describe as desperate. You can still hear someone talking from the video camera.
How long have I been asleep? you ask yourself as you feel your injury burn. A look at it tells you that at least it has stopped bleeding.
“What’re you doing?” you ask her, hating the way your voice sounds. Your head hurts now more than ever, and you consider going back to sleep.
“I’m just–”
She interrupts herself before finishing her words, and you look up at her with a raised brow, sensing that something is wrong but unable to realize what.
“It’s my fault he died,” says someone in the video, grief clear in the boy’s tone. “Please let his grandma know.”
Your eyes widen at the words, and you think you just realized why Nayeon is staring at the camcorder with such intensity, a tremble to her lower lip.
“You know them?” you ask. She nods, and that’s all the answer you need. “I’m sorry.”
You stay quiet, deep in your thoughts as the words in the background go by you. You don’t know these people personally, but their faces are familiar. They are students, just like you. Teenagers with dreams and hopes that suddenly don’t matter anymore. All that matters now is surviving; at least to you. Still, most die, as shown by the dead walking just outside this door you’re hiding behind. Kids are dying in here. Outside the school grounds too, for all you know.
Maybe that’s why no one has come to our rescue after almost three days, you think to yourself, quickly shaking those thoughts away; losing hope won’t help you stay alive.
A beep snaps you out of your thoughts, and you look back at Nayeon to see that the camera has seemingly run out of battery. She’s looking in your direction; but not at you. At something beside you.
You glance in the direction of her stare, relieved and confused by seeing nothing but a wall and more furniture. There’s no one there, but the look on her face makes you believe she’s seeing a ghost.
Nayeon suddenly drops the bag in her hands, and you watch as the look on her face deepens into something you can’t quite comprehend, but looks a lot like grief and regret. She hugs her knees to her chest and buries her face against them. Her shoulders start to shake.
“I killed them,” you hear her whisper in a tone so low you have to force yourself to comprehend her words.
“W-What?”
“I killed them,” she repeats in a shaky voice. “They’re dead because of me.”
Before you can process her words, she stands up and reaches for the bag on the floor, refilling it with food and beverages with newfound vigor before heading for the door.
“Wait, where are you going?” you ask with wide eyes, forcing yourself to get up and follow her. Your scratch still hurts like hell, but at least it has stopped bleeding. That – and the fact that you’re yet to crave the flesh of the living – brings you some relief.
“Got to go back to them,” is all she says as she opens the door and walks out.
You follow, hesitating by the door as you see her peek into the corridor. You quietly walk towards her and pull her by the hand, hoping that the zombies lurking in the hallway aren’t attracted by your presence.
“What’re you doing?” you whisper, trying to pull her with you back inside the room. She shakes her arm off your grip. “This is dangerous!”
“They’re on the roof,” she explains, eyes wide as they lock on yours. They look desperate as she passes by you to search for something near the wall. “They don’t have any food or water, so I’m bringing them some. I have to help–”
Bang!
The sound of a door shutting roughly behind you makes you both jump, and you turn around to look at the source of the noise. Relief floods through you as you see who it is, the sight of seeing someone else alive – even if it’s him – filling you with hope. You had avoided thinking about him at all since this all started, but part of you was sure he was dead. You should’ve known better.
“Gwinam!” you exclaim at seeing the tall boy, a smile gracing your lips as you take a step closer. Your smile quickly drops as you take in his appearance.
Something isn’t right.
He’s covered in blood, white jacket stained red. But that is not what worries you.
“W-What happened to your eye?” you ask, gulping at the expression on his face. You reflexively take a step back as he takes a step forward, the way he looks at you sending a chill down your spine. Something is very very wrong. “Gwinam?”
“What’s that?” he asks instead with a nod in Nayeon’s direction, ignoring your questions.
“It’s… nothing.”
“Well…” he says, passing by you, his eyes locked on Nayeon. “I have to go to the roof. But the door’s locked. So, I’m going that way,” he says while pointing at the window.
You stare at him in surprise; what is going on?
“You’re not a zombie, are you?” Nayeon asks in a hesitant tone, her eyes jumping to you before she focuses back on him. You can see the growing fear in her eyes.
Something is very very wrong.
“Zombie? Fuck that!” You can’t help but flinch at Gwinam’s tone. He might not be a zombie, but he is starting to scare you almost as much as one. He was never kind, but this is not normal – even for him. “So, is that food?”
“Yes, we–”
He interrupts your attempt at claiming his attention. “Are you hungry?”
“Gwinam, what’s–”
“I’m not talking to you, am I?” he snaps at you, turning his bad eye in your direction before focusing back on Nayeon. “Are you, huh? Are you hungry?
Nayeon nods.
“Me too.”
You hear it more than you see it. The scream; the gurgling sounds; the blood spraying the room – spraying you – and dripping onto the floor.
The look on Nayeon’s face as Gwinam buries his face in her neck and starts to feed.
It all happens so fast that you have no reaction but to freeze for the first few seconds. Your heartbeat quickens and your knees tremble, and you do anything but stare as Gwinam pulls Nayeon to him before biting into her neck with a disgusting, wet sound. Blood spatters and dribbles onto the floor as you watch him feed on the girl like she’s nothing but a bag of blood, the slurping sounds coming from his feeding making you retch as you double over and fall to your knees, eyes unable to leave the carnage in front of you.
You see the moment life vanishes out of Nayeon’s eyes, her body going limp before falling to the ground. Then slowly, he turns to you, and your eyes lock.
“What about you,” he takes a step forward, a gory smirk on his bloodied face. “Are you hungry?”
You have to run, or he will eat you too, screams the voice in your head.
He’s so much faster than you. Or maybe your eyes give it away. Either way, he’s grabbing you before you can even attempt to escape.
His strong hands squeeze your wrists in a tight grip, and you gasp as he forces you to stand up and shoves you against the wall with so much force it pushes the air out of your lungs. The look in his eyes is predatory. Hungry.
“Do you have any idea how good you smell?” he asks, leaning towards you to run his nose against your pulse. You jump at his touch, whimpering as his tongue licks your skin. “I bet you taste fucking amazing.”
You’re about to die; you’re sure of it. He’s going to eat you alive, just like he did with Nayeon.
“Please,” you beg, shaking your head in supplication. “Please don’t.”
He laughs. Like you said something funny. Nothing about the last three days has been funny.
“Lucky for you, I’m not hungry anymore,” he says, and you almost relax in his grip. But the look of bloodthirst in his good eye doesn’t let you.
Gwinam was always… complicated, to put it simply. You’ve known him for as long as you’ve attended Hyosan High School. In the beginning, he was just another classmate. Yes, he was cute, but he was also mean most of the time and liked to hang out with the wrong crowd, so you avoided him as much as possible.
Until you couldn’t.
When he asked you on a date – all red ears and avoiding eye contact – you had half a brain to say ‘no’. In retrospect, that’s exactly what you should’ve done, but the younger you was beyond happy to have a boy like you enough to ask you out.
So, you said ‘yes’, a shy smile on your face and the fantasies of a naive girl running through your head as you accepted his request.
Your relationship evolved naturally from there, and before you knew it he was stealing kisses when no one was around and touching your hand when you passed by each other in the hallways. It quickly became something more, with heated make-out sessions that ended with both of you naked and panting.
It was good; until it wasn’t. It broke your heart to end it, but you couldn’t ignore what he did anymore. How his group – him – treated others so badly that they dropped out or hurt themselves. Even to you, he was toxic; jealous, possessive, pushy… It took you some time to realize, but you knew he wasn’t good for you.
That was almost a year ago. You’ve barely said a word to each other since then, but – to your surprise and relief – he never tried to seek revenge after your breakup.
You hope that part of him still likes you enough to keep you alive.
“Are you going to- to eat me?” you can barely choke out your question amidst your sobbing. Funny; you were sure your tear ducts had run out of tears. Apparently not.
“No.” His answer makes you relax just a bit; you know he’s not lying. He’s not going to eat you. But that doesn’t mean he’s not going to hurt you.
“T-Then are you–”
“I’m not letting you go either,” he says in a decisive tone. That’s when he leans his head to the side, observing you like he’s seeing your face for the first time. One of his hands releases your wrist to catch a falling tear, following its path up your face until his palm is cradling your cheek. It’s surprisingly gentle. “Why are you crying? You never cried before.”
“You’re scaring me,” you whimper, not able to control the tremor in your voice. “Please let me go.”
He scoffs, thumb wiping away your tears.
“Remember when we used to fuck after school? I swear I can still smell you on my sheets. Fuck,” he swears, pressing his forehead against yours. A sob escapes your lips at the proximity, and he chuckles. “You used to make the prettiest noises. I wanna hear you moan like that again. It’s been way too long.”
His body presses against yours at the same time he forces you into a kiss.
“No!” You cry out at the feeling of blood on your mouth and face, gagging when he deepens the kiss. You push him away with all your strength, but he barely budges. “Stop!”
A loud crash from behind you is what finally has him release you. You scream as a hoard of zombies barges into the room, you the clear target of their hunt. Gwinam barely reacts to the intrusion, grunting in frustration as he throws you into the other room before any of the dead can get you.
You fall to your knees as he closes the door behind him, and you do nothing but stare as you hear what goes on outside, the swears of Gwinam indicating that he’s fighting them off in some way. How he’s doing that, you can’t even begin to imagine.
Whatever he is, you’re sure of one thing: he’s not human anymore. Not completely.
The commotion outside lasts a few minutes, and you hold your breath as the last growl gives place to an eerie silence. Then, the doorknob turns, and in comes Gwinam, alive and well despite the blood on his clothes, skin, and hair. You can’t believe he’s alive. A small part of you wonders if he is alive.
You say nothing and stay on the floor, waiting for him to do or say something. But Gwinam barely sends you a glance before walking to the couch and sitting down with a sigh, his good eye closing as he leans his head against the wall.
“Why are you doing this?” you ask after your sobs have subsided. You can’t take the silence anymore.
“Why shouldn’t I?” he scoffs with a shrug, opening his eye to finally look at you. A chill runs down your back at the intensity of his gaze. You want him to look away.
“You ate her.”
“Be glad I didn’t eat you.”
That makes you shut up. You could be like Nayeon right now, body rigid and growing cold as your own blood sticks to your skin. Dead. But you’re not. That’s when you remember the blood in your mouth. Her blood. You rush to clean your bloodied face, gagging at the taste of it on your tongue.
“Are you going to kill me?” You rasp out after a moment of dry heaving.
“Not thinking about it, no. Why? Feel like dying?”
You shake your head, new tears falling down your cheeks. You want to live. You really do.
And that’s why you stand up, eyes not daring to meet his as you straddle his lap, hands hesitantly going on his shoulders as you try not to gag from all the blood on his face. The same blood that is also on your face, even though you did your best to clean it off. The blood that belongs to neither of you.
Without a word, you use the sleeve of your shirt to wipe off the blood on the bottom half of his face. If you’re going to do this, you’re not doing it with Nayeon’s blood on his skin.
He watches you in silence, a light smirk on his lips that only widens when you start to unbutton your shirt, button by button. You can feel his heated gaze on you, burning you in a way that makes you want to press your thighs together. You know what he wants, and you don’t think you have any good options but to give it to him. It’s not like it’s your first time, anyway. Sex with him, if anything, is familiar.
Gwinam’s impatience gets to him, and he’s soon ripping your shirt open, buttons popping to the ground. You yelp as he roughly palms your breasts, ripping your bra apart before pulling them into his mouth. You close your eyes at the sensation of his warm tongue on your nipples, trying not to think about how he was eating someone not even twenty minutes ago.
This all feels like a nightmare, and you want it to end. But fuck, does he know how to touch you.
His mouth trails its path up your chest to the curve of your neck, marking your skin in ways that make you shiver and wonder when he’ll break your skin and turn you into a monster. Just like him.
You shiver at the thought, and he must take it as a sign of enjoyment because he’s pulling you down for another kiss before you can stop him, soft lips roughly forcing yours to respond to him as he tastes your mouth. A whimper escapes you as his teeth graze your bottom lip, his smirk clear as he stops you from pulling away.
So, you quickly give in.
When he breaks the kiss to pull your body under him, you let him. When he lifts your skirt and rips off your panties, you open your legs wider, ashamed of the wetness that shows him just how ready you are to get him inside you. His fingers are rough and fast as he touches you, thumb pressing on your clit as two of his fingers stretch you for him, making you arch your back and sway your hips as you chase more of that shameful pleasure.
“I’ve missed this pretty pussy of yours,” he groans against your ear as you hear him pull himself out of his pants. You gasp as he starts sliding his dick up and down your folds, making you moan every time his shaft bumps against your clit. “Always so wet for me.”
When he finally slides into you, it’s agony; the good and the bad kind, all mixed into one delightful experience. The head of his cock inside you makes you shake and moan in pleasure as he fills you up to the brim, your legs trembling as he lifts them over his shoulders before starting to thrust into you so roughly you have to cover your mouth to muffle your screams.
He doesn’t slow down as he fucks you, hands squeezing your tits as he leans over again to suck at your nipples, your legs still bent over his shoulders just making him fuck you even deeper as the angle shifts. You lay there as you let him use you, eyes closed tight as tears slide down your temples and your palm stops your moans of pleasure from escaping.
This shouldn’t feel this good. But it does. Fuck, it does.
If you try hard enough, you can imagine you’re still dating, and this is just another normal school day where he fucks your brains out after school. He wasn’t always the most giving lover, but he knew how to make your legs cramp from pleasure and make you moan the loudest.
And it seems he hasn’t forgotten how your body works.
“Look at me,” he orders with a thrust so deep it makes you whimper in pain. “Open those pretty eyes and look at me while I’m fucking you.”
You do what he says; that’s when the illusion is shattered. He’s not your boyfriend anymore and you’re not in his room, having sex just like normal teenagers. No.
Gwinam is a monster who just ate another human being and forced you into having sex with him. What choice did you have anyway; dying, just like everyone else? No, that’s not a choice. Not to you.
So, you endure it, all the long minutes it takes him to fuck you to completion, his gaze never leaving yours till the moment he comes with a groan and a shudder, burying his face in your neck. His thrusts get shallow as he comes in you, the feeling of it overwhelming as the weight of this whole situation throws you back into reality.
You just lay there as he comes, wincing at the burning feeling in your core that only grows when he pulls out of you, his cum seeping out of you to stick at your inner thighs. You stay still as he rests on you, your heart beating like a galloping horse as you catch your breath. You’re surprised to feel his fluttering heartbeat against your breast, fast and shallow, but there.
For whatever is worth, he’s alive, somewhat.
You lock eyes again when he finally pulls himself up from your body, a satisfied glint in his eye that shows you how satisfied he is. His features are relaxed and there’s a light smile on his lips, an expression that reminds you so much of the boy you used to date. It brings you some comfort; he won’t hurt you now, will he? You want to believe he won’t.
No words are shared between you as he stands up in all his naked glory, and that’s when you see it; the very gruesome, very recent marks that scar his body. You hadn’t noticed these before, but now they’re very clear in the contrast they make against his pale skin.
He shouldn’t be alive.
“What happened?” you ask before you can stop yourself. You slowly rise to a sitting position, leaning over to grab your mangled shirt off the floor. “What is wrong with you? Your body…”
He halts his movements and his eye narrows.
“There’s nothing wrong with me.” He looks almost offended, like you’re the weird one. “I’m better now than ever before,” he continues as he finishes dressing. “You’re the one that should ask herself what is wrong with you.”
The look he gives you is enough to make you recoil, and you flinch as he kneels before you, grabbing you by the arms with so much force you cry out.
“Please,” you beg, in a shaky tone. “I gave you what you wanted, now let me go.”
He shakes his head as he cradles your cheeks, pulling your face to his.
“You could be like me,” he starts, growing excitement in his voice as he pulls you in for a short kiss that you don’t return. “Do you trust me?”
“You know I don’t.”
“Too bad,” he shrugs, followed by a low laugh. “It would be a waste to watch you die. I can do you one better.” The grip on your face tightens slightly, and you tense under his touch.
“Gwinam–”
The feeling of his teeth on your neck feels like blinding pain. He moans as you scream, trying to push him away, but he acts like you’re not even trying. You can feel it in his grip, the moment he tastes your blood. You’re going to die; you can feel it.
“No!” you cry out, thrashing against his hold.
He stops then, pulling away from your neck with a groan, mouth covered with your blood. You shakily cover the wound, eyes wide as you take him in, breathing deeply with a satisfied smirk on his lips. You shake as the feeling of pain intensifies, the blood running down your still naked chest warm against your cooling skin. You’re terrified, and you know he can see it in your eyes.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he says as he forces you to lean back, long fingers brushing your hair from your face. “You’re gonna thank me for this later, I promise.”
“Am I-am I going to die?”
“Nah,” he laughs, kissing your trembling lips. “You will live forever. We will. Together.”
936 notes · View notes
iheartcake123 · 9 months
Note
Hii, i like your Gwi Nam postsss, i have a request, can you do a "Gwi Nam x Reader" Where Gwi nam was already a Hambie and he is crying and sad because he can't find y/n around and once he found y/n he hugged her immediately and crying because he misses her, like they were close friends when the zombie apocolypse was still not spreading but because of he was a bully, y/n didn't wanna be friends with him anymore but Gwi nam changed and apologized to y/n, he tried his best to get along with Cheong san and the others and also confessed to y/n and accepted it?
Here is your request <33 i didn’t know how to end is so sorry about the abrupt ending💀
☁️missed you-yoon gwi-nam☁️
Masterlist
gwi-nam had searched the whole school, yet he just couldn’t find you. the fact that he hadn’t seen you as a zombie gave him some hope but his hope was running thin.
tears brimmed his eyes as he thought about you, the last time you both spoke was when you decided not to be friends with him anymore. when you found out he was a bully, you instantly cut him off. you didn’t want to be friends with someone who hurt people.
gwi-nam missed you like crazy. when he became a hambie, it was an eye opener for him. he’d been given a second chance to change and it would start by making things right with you.
“where are you” gwi-nam whispered under his breath holding back tears as he was unsuccessful in finding you yet again.
it had been days since he’d last even seen a human being. with a sigh, he decided to try once more. he couldn’t give up easily. gwi-nam dragged his feet up some more stairs and headed down the hallway, he entered the first classroom on the left which was the music room. as his eyes scanned the room all he could see was zombies.
with a sigh be turned on his heel to leave but he then noticed a familiar smell. it smelt like you. your perfume was very distinct as it was very floral and sweet. a glint of happiness filled gwi-nam as he then went to look around the room, maybe you were hiding behind a desk?
after searching, he still couldn’t find you.
and that’s when he heard it.
your voice.
it was extremely quiet but with his new hambie senses, he could just about here you.
you were talking to yourself. about a plan to get to the roof.
“if i wait for the coast to be clear, i could maybe slip past the zombies when they aren’t looking” you were muttering to yourself.
gwi-nam let out grin as he then approached small closet that was in the music room.
he knocked on the door gently, loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough to bring attention to the zombies in the room.
when you heard the knock, you instantly froze. had zombies figured out how to knock?
with a gulp, you pressed your ear to the door to see if you could hear anything. silence. and then you heard it.
gwi-nam’ voice.
never in a million years did you think you’d be excited and happy to hear his voice again. but, what was he doing standing there and leaving himself a target for zombies?
“y/n is that you?” his voice was soft.
you quickly unlocked the door and pulled gwi-nam in before locking the door again.
“you’re an idiot you know that? standing there like bait, the zombies could’ve gotten to you. seriously, how childish-” you began to scold him but immediately stopped speaking once you felt gwi-nam envelope you in a hug.
he was surprisingly warm and you found yourself returning the hug.
“i missed you so much” he whispered into the hug and you sighed slightly “im glad you’re safe y/n”
“im glad you’re safe too” you hummed before pulling away from the hug, when you finally looked at him you gasped slightly.
gwi-nam was missing an eye.
“w-what happened to you?” your brought your hand up to cup his cheek.
you couldn’t help but be nurturing towards gwi-nam. even though you stopped being his friend, you were once really close to him. you couldn’t stop yourself from caring.
“it’s a long story..y/n im so sorry for everything. im sorry for being a fucking bully and im sorry for being a bad person. i should’ve realised earlier but i regret everything, im sorry that my actions broke our friendship off. i care about you so much. please forgive me” gwi-nam took a hold of your hand that you had on his cheek.
you looked at gwi-nam’ facial expression and it broke you. he had tears in his eyes and he was definitely being genuine. you nodded your head, you were more than willing to forgive him. you now also had tears in your eyes and gwi-nam wrapped his arms around you again.
“thank you” he said into the hug and you tightened the hug.
after pulling away, you let out a small smile before rubbing his cheek.
“now tell me, what happened to your eye?” you questioned him and gwi-nam explained it all.
how he killed the principal and how he and cheong-san had gotten into a fight, how he was now a hambie and how he regretted it.
although it shocked you, you knew he trying to better and you could tell how much he regretted all of his actions. you thought about it before telling gwi-nam your plan. which was you were trying to get back to your friends including cheong-san who were now on the roof.
in an instant gwi-nam agreed to help you get to the roof so you both planned how to get to the roof.
you then soon found yourself knocking on the roof door. gwi-nam was fighting the zombies off while you desperately knocked to be let through to the roof.
“guys! it’s me, please open the door!” you yelled through the door and eventually it was opened.
you hastily called out to gwi-nam and you both quickly went through the door before slamming it shut. adrenaline pumped through you as you caught your breath, when you looked up you saw all of your friends stood watching you and gwi-nam.
“y/n why have you brought this asshole with you!?” cheong-san picked up a large piece of wood and held it up like he was ready to his gwi-nam.
you understood why but gwi-nam was going to be better so you instinctively put yourself infront of gwi-nam.
“look, i know you guys aren’t the best of friends but-” you began.
“not the best of friends? this asshole tried to kill me!” cheong-san yelled and you sighed.
“i know…but, i’ve spoken with him and he’s trying to be better. he asked for my forgiveness and i gave it to him. im not asking you to forgive him or to be friends with him..just give him a chance to prove himself” you said your part.
it took a while but eventually your friends agreed to give gwi-nam a chance. the only condition, was that you had to stay with gwi-nam no matter what to keep an eye on him.
you were more than happy to do so, you were just grateful your friends were even giving him a chance.
all of you were waiting for the army to hopefully arrive. you needed saving. a fire was burning in the middle of the roof and you all sat around it in a circle. cheong-san to the left of you and gwi-nam to your right.
“so what’s the plan if the army don’t arrive?” gwi-nam spoke up and cheong-san kissed his teeth in annoyance.
“we haven’t thought of that yet” you answered gwi-nam since no one else would.
“we should all start thinking about that, we can’t trust that they’ll come”
“i know, but we’re all trying to have some hope” you patted his leg.
“maybe it’s time to just breifly start thinking about it though”
“don’t tell us what to do! you just want to get us killed! you’re just the bullies gopher so know you’re place” cheong-san spat at gwi-nam while staring daggers into gwi-nam.
you paused as you noticed gwi-nam’ jaw clench and his fist roll up into ball.
god, this couldn’t be good.
you looked between the two who were glaring at each other now and gwi-bam for a split second looked at you before taking a deep breath in.
he then stood up and walked away into a corner.
“cheong-san please just give him a chance” you sent your friend a small smile before going to check on gwi-nam.
he was taking some deep breaths in and out while pacing up and down.
“that was really big of you to walk away” you told him and he stopped what he was doing.
“im trying to be better, for you” he looked at you and you nodded.
“i promise you y/n, i will be better. this might sound crazy to you but, y/n i care for you a lot. i didn’t even know it was possible to care this much for someone. i missed you so much and now that im here with you i feel things” gwi-nam was now standing directly in front of you.
your heart began to beat fast.
“i feel things that i’ve never felt for anyone before. y/n i love you and want to be with you. will you be my girlfriend?” gwi-nam finally admitted while placing a hand on your cheek.
you didn’t know what to say. you swallowed hard as gwi-nam rubbed soft circles on your cheek. you then let out the biggest grin while nodding.
“yes. a hundred times yes” you told him.
in an instance, you leaned in and pressed your lips onto gwi-nam’ lips. he kissed you back and brought his other hand to cup your other cheek to deepen the kiss.
you could feel him smile into the kiss as your hands rested on his torso.
after the kiss was over, he rested his forehead onto yours and you both just appreciated each other’s presence.
298 notes · View notes
plentyoffandoms · 10 months
Text
Yellow (Part 1)
wearer is willing to hug
Tumblr media
Gwi-nam x f/Reader
Main Masterlist ♡ All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist ♡ Yoon Gwi-Nam Masterlist ♡ Jelly Bracelets Masterlist
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Am I late to this fandom? Oh hell, yes, but the show was so good.
Warnings: Some swearing. Nothing sexual yet
WC: 869
Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @weputthefunin-funeral 2nd & 3rd gifs @dramastream
YN’S POV:
He is staring again.
Ever since I transferred to Hyosan High School a few months ago, I was used to being stared at, as I joined a month into the new school year.
Many people wanted to know where I was from. Why did I transfer?
Did I do something bad that made me have to transfer to a whole new school and leave my friends behind?
The answer was no.
My father got promoted and we needed to move for his job.
I quickly became old news and made friends. People stopped staring at me, except for one.
Yoon Gwi-nam.
Tumblr media
"He is staring at you again." Jang-Mi said to me as she nudged my foot under the cafeteria table.
"I know. I can feel his eyes on me wherever I go."
"Maybe he likes you." Sun-Hee said as she nudged my shoulder.
Before I could say anything, Jang-Mi quickly said, "No shit."
The two of them started to bicker, and I ate there in silence, trying to wrap my head around what Sun-Hee said.
~
I wasn't really paying attention to what the teacher was even saying. I was staring out the window, playing with the bracelets that I had on my wrist.
Laughing silently to myself at the myth that came with these so-called sex bracelets.
They were a going away gift from my friend Ye-Rim. She knew I like to try and accessorise the school uniforms as much as possible without getting in trouble, of course.
"Just make sure no one snaps them." She said teasingly.
"Or what? I will have to do what that person says?" I scoffed as I looked down at the bag of jelly bracelets.
"Yes." She then on to tell me what the meanings were behind each of the colours.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I sat up straight and leaned back slightly to listen. "You are gonna get caught." Dal-rae, another one of my friends whispered to me.
I was gonna say something back, but I was called on by the teacher to answer a question.
~
I ran as fast as I could towards the school, but even I knew I wasn't going to make it on time, and that was going to be three demerit points.
Either way, I was gonna be late, so I decided to stop running and take my time, but I wasn't the only one.
Myung-hwan and his pathetic group of friends weren't that far from me, and that included Gwi-nam.
Who seemed to have a sixth sense of when I was close to him because he looked over his shoulder and I could see the half-smirk on his face.
He said something to Myung-hwan, who looked back at me as well and said something back to Gwi-nam that had the both of them laughing. Gwi-nam stopped walking, and the others continued walking.
I held my head up high and went to walk past him, but I didn't realise he had his hand out to grab my backpack until I was pulled back into his chest.
"Now, now, YN, where are your manners?" He tutted at me.
Tumblr media
Gwi-nam's POV:
She raised her eyebrow at me. "What do you want, Gwi-nam?" She asked instead.
This is probably the first time I have heard her say my name. I mean, I hear it in my head as I think about her, but never once from her own lips.
"All I want is a hug."
She took a step back and looked me up and down, clearly confused.
"Why would I give you a hug? I don't even know you."
I figured she would ask that.
"You see YN when I saw those bracelets that you constantly wear under your jumper one day, I remember one of my older cousins mentioning them and said they were all a fad in North America when they did a student exchange program."
"They have no meaning." She tried to say.
"But they do. Now I would like a hug." I held the snapped, yellow bracelet up high for her to see.
YN gasped and looked down and saw that it was indeed gone from her wrist.
"Unless you want me to tell everyone that you actually had to come here because you got caught cheating on your exams at your old school."
"You are willing to tell some stupid lie just to get a hug? Why? No one else will touch you?" I could tell she was angry, but I stood my ground.
She looked like she was having an inner battle with herself, and she sighed and held her arms open and wrapped them around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around her.
The hug wasn't very long, but just as she was about to pull away, I made sure she heard me say, "You will be mine, YN." and I let go of her.
YN quickly turned to walk towards the school.
"Oh and YN?" She stopped and didn't say anything.
"Make sure to keep wearing those bracelets. I think you and are going to have fun with them."
Orange (<-Part 2)
355 notes · View notes
writinganything · 1 month
Note
HI sooo I was wondering if you could write Soft Gwinam x reader from all of us are dead like in the apocalypse and like how it would go with those two like what would they do when he turns into like half zombie thing stuff like that (I don’t know if you do Soft Gwinam so sorry if you don’t😭😭😭)
Sorry I’ve left Tumblr for a bit but here it is
Warnings: Kinda depressing, talking about kys
Tumblr media
He’d protect you at all costs
I feel like he would ask you if you want to become a halfbie like him. If you do, he would bite you the less painful he can. If you refuse, he’d still respect your decision.
He kills every zombies in a room and throw them out before hiding you there because he knows you would be too scared to stay near them even if they’re dead
He’s the one to go find food for you to eat
One day, when he was cuddling you to sleep, he confessed on how if something ever happened to him he wanted you to take his knife and look for Cheong-San and everyone else. Because even if he does everything to keep you happy and safe, what if something happens?
If you know your constellations/stars ect, I imagine you teaching them to him at night when the sky is clear. It makes the world stop for a while and you guys forget that flesh eating monsters are hunting you down.
He tries his best to make you forget about the apocalypse I could say. He goes to find food for you to eat, take a shower if it’s available and keep a conversation.
He teaches you how to survive
“I would still love you if you decide to go with them you know?…” he said one day, referring to the other survivors. He gets insecure about himself on if he can really protect you and that you must find him annoying or smtg but you always comfort him.
But after all this time in an apocalypse that didn’t seem to be ending, you were getting tired. Seeing your old friends now laying chasing you around to make you become one of them or laying dead on the ground was becoming too much for you to handle and your mental health had deteriorated. You haven’t had a proper meal in weeks and despite your efforts to keep it up…giving up didn’t look so bad.
Plus, your boyfriend’s rivalry with Cheong-San was upsetting because it was all he could talk about sometimes.
Ofc when Gwi-Nam saw your state, he blamed himself and damned the whole world for letting this happen.
The same night, you had an argument with Gwi-Nam.
You tried talking to him about how he should stop blaming everything on Cheong-San and because you were becoming sick of it, but he didn’t listen and took it personal. This soon transformed about your mental state, then how dangerous it was outside, then how he wants to make you join them to make you happier.
Then you started getting angry at how he wasn’t making any sense. He hated Cheong-San but wanted you with him and his friends??
“As long as you’re safe, I’m surviving and if I have to leave, I will” is the last thing he said.
The next day, you thought he was taking you out to take a shower like he usually does but instead, he took you somewhere else.
And there, there was your friends. Still alive.
You ran toward them, happy to see them and when you turned around, Gwi-Nam wasn’t there anymore.
Time went by and you missed your boyfriend, wondering how he was doing and where he was. The only updates you got were from Cheong-San.
Until there wasn’t any updates anymore. Cheong-San and Gwi-Nam were dead. From an explosion.
71 notes · View notes
hermionejacobs · 8 months
Text
We do love a creepy psycho                                     ☆𝓴-𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖆 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓☆
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
[image description: a set of gifs that shows six characters from various korean dramas. there's lee rang in his iconic red suit in tale of the nine-tailed. then there’s gangster sang-wook from sweet home, young gang-jae from the drama my name and yun-oh, the serial killer from somebody. I’ve also added seo moon-jo of strangers from hell and my beloved psycho gwi-nam from all of us are dead. end of description.]
250 notes · View notes
straysugzhpe · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
P a r t T w o
Prev / next?
Pairing ; Dark!Gwi Nam x Fem!Reader.
Warnings ; DEAD DOVE: Do Not Eat. [There is fucking loads, oml] (These are warnings for the fanfic in general, they mightn’t appear in this chapter or the next, but they will appear.)Swearing, reader held captive, heavy!murder(‘s?), gory, obsessiveness, possessiveness, detailed smut/dark smut, reader slowly going insane, reader also developing Stockholm Syndrome, red flags everywhere, detailed goriness, lying (is that a warning?), dark themes, manipulative, use of weakness, all the times Gwi nam has helped the reader he’s now holding over her head, bullying, Yandere Gwi nam, Gwi nam trying to get reader pregnant(the little bastard.), god-complex(it’s Gwi nam we’re talkin’ ’bout here), suicide mention here and there, mention of weaponry, heavy themes with mental health, depression, toxic relationship. If you don’t like the warnings I’ve wrote, then this fanfic isn’t for you. I’d prefer it if you were 17-18+ years old to read this but, what you consume on the internet isn’t up to me. I’m putting these warnings on so people’s angry mums don’t come at me + so my account doesn’t get flagged or whatever. Spitting, p in v, heavy!cream pie(‘s), heavy!breeding kink, slapping, ropes, choking, bruising, fingering, blood kink, ‘slight’ knife kink, hair pulling, window fucking, mirror fucking,, praise, degradation, guilt tripping, heavy non-con touching, heavy non-con in general tbh, monster fucking? Monster fucking (He’s a human + zombie), exhibitionistic, sadistic Gwi nam, psychopath Gwi nam, oral (fem receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex(hence the ‘Gwi nam tryna get the poor thing pregnant’), doggy style, heavy!babytrapping,Animalistic Gwi nam, Gwi nam has lost the plot. Like, completely. He’s an animal, porn with plot. Just some filthy ass shit right here. This is a dark fanfic. Like seriously. Please take caution whilst reading.
✏️ Authors note ; part two everyone! There will!! Be smut in this so make sure you have fully read the warnings! I really don’t want my account to be reported, all because someone couldn’t be bother to read them. Also, I apologise in advance for the bad grammar and punctuation, if there is any.
✨forever tags✨ - @star2fishmeg 😚@allofuswantgwinam 😚 @cheechee-bee 😚 @kylorenismyname0 😚 @airbendertendou 😚 @baelikescatsduh 😚
Tumblr media
‘Ugh… where the hell am I?’
Sitting up slowly, being careful not to knock my head, I look around my surroundings. Noticing I’m in a classroom. I seem to have caught the group on the end of a conversation as, they all turn to me, relief filled smiles on their faces, “Y/n! I’m so glad you’re okay.” On-Jo says, bending down so she’s on my level, “Yeah… what happened again?”
She looks at Cheong-San with unsureness, “Gwi nam, is what happened.” Is all he says, his tone stating that he doesn’t really want to speak of it, “Ah.. how long have I been out? Seeing as I’ve just woken up?”
“Only a week.” Su-Hyeok comments, a faint smile on his face. “We.. thought you weren’t going to wake up.” I turn to Hyo-Ryung, “Oh.” Is all I come back with, still trying to process what happened the week before.
‘I remember seeing Gwi nam going over the wall so.. does that mean he’s finally dead— well. As dead as a.. zombie, can be. Cheong-San said he wasn’t human either though… so, what does that make him?’
I rub my hands over my face in frustration, “Don’t think too much on it, y/n. You’ll give yourself a headache.” Nam-Ra speaks up softly, I nod with a quiet sigh, “Yeah.. you’re right.”
“Also..” I look over at Joon-Yeong, his slight timid and nervous stance makes me frown, “There was a helicopter— a-a rescue team, they were going to save us but.. they didn’t.”
‘If.. if a rescue team won’t help us.. who will?’
I look down at my hands, subconsciously picking at the skin around my nails. “We.. we don’t need them. We’re all strong. We can make it. Together.”
“Y/n is right, we can’t let that dim our spirits.” Cheong-San speaks up with a firm nod, “We need to leave the school, it’s not safe even staying in a classroom—“
‘The more I remember, the more I see Gwi nam’s face… and that look he gave me—why did he look at me like that?’
“Y/n? Do you agree?”
‘Shit, I spaced out too long.’
“Oh, uh, yeah. I do. We need to survive now. So… I agree.” Cheong-San and Su-Hyeok look at each other before nodding, “Alright then. Let’s go.”
“Cheong-San! We have to go— Su-Hyeok! Grab him!” I feel my heart clench painfully in my chest, the sight in front of me is heartbreaking enough to make anyone cry.
Even with the old rain continuing to slash down onto us, Cheong-San still doesn’t move until he’s forced too.
As I’m running up the path, I notice a pink jumper laying on the floor and my heart drops, “Hyo-Ryung!” Rushing over to her and helping her up, she gives me a thankful smile — well tries too anyway. Nearly being eaten shakes you up a bit.
The other three catch up to us and we make a beeline to the auditorium, however, a zombie comes from no where causing Hyo-Ryung and I to pause in fear but it’s quickly dealt with, as an arrow wedges itself into its skull.
‘Jang Ha-Ri, Wu-Jin’s older sister!’
“Sister.” Wu-Jin states after checking on Hyo-Ryung and I, three other people come up the small hill after Ha-Ri, and she quickly puts two more arrows into the skulls of the flesh eaters. “Quickly! Get going! Go on!” She urges franticly, pushing Wu-Jin by his arms to make him move.
We rush up the steps and into the auditorium, nothing but darkness greeting us with a taunting smile, “What’s wrong, Nam-Ra?”
“Run..” she says with terror, “Let’s go.” Just as those words leave her mouth, thunder and lighting rumbles, causing a flashing light to brighten up the auditorium. Revealing what seems to be a.. basket ball team?
“Run!” Screams Su-Hyeok, the zombie come barrelling towards us with hungry growls. I quickly hurry towards the storage closet, ripping open the doors, “Over here!” I cry out, the adrenaline making my legs buzz.
“This way! Hurry!”
“Come on!”
We quickly file in, leaving only three left outside, “Hurry! Get inside!”
The upperclassman with short hair, is dragged inside, her cries of shock and angst being the only loud noise. Wu-Jin, after locking the doors, slides down the wall, shock written on his features.
‘It keeps getting worse.’
Feeling my own legs give out from beneath me, I inhale with a shaky breath, my hands shaking violently as I feel myself come down from the high.
‘Fuck.. my head hurts even more. How hard did I smack my head?’
Furrowing my brows in pain, my hand grips the back of my head as the pulsing headache begins to take over. “Y/n, are you okay?” Hyo-Ryung questions once she’s sat, only being able to give her a nod, knowing that if I spoke even the faintest whisper, it would just make my headache worse.
‘I’m kinda scared to sleep. These headaches don’t seem to be normal..’
My brain, however, has other plans.
The more I sit there, the more I feel my eyes droop and before I know it, I’ve fallen asleep.
“What is it? What are you doing?” Su-Hyeok asks as he watches Nam-Ra stare at the window, “The smell is stronger,” She begins, “I think they’re all coming this way. The smell is really strong.” Turning back towards us, she sits down on the mat.
“Doesn’t matter. We’re all trapped in here for good now. And there’s no way to get out.” Joon-Yeong states, not much emotion in his face.
“Please don’t say that.” Hyo-Ryoung mumbles as she stares down at the floor, “So don’t.” Joon-Yeong quickly comes back with, “I think we’re done.”
“Ah, damn it!” Dae-su says whilst sitting up, “Let them kill us if they want.”
Nam-Ra picks up the gold bat, twisting it around in her hands.
“How’s your head?” Hyo-Ryung asks as she comes over to me, a small smile on her face “It could be better I suppose. How about you? How are you holding up?” She shrugs, “Like everyone else I guess.” I hum at her, nodding my head in understanding.
“Yeah…” I sigh, “I get what you mean.”
‘I know he fell off the roof but.. I have a really bad feeling about Gwi nam.’
My eyes dart towards the four in the other corner, Ha-Ri, having trapped Dae-su, starts throwing the balls at him, “What did I miss?” I whisper to Hyo-Ryung, she giggles at me “Dae-Su has just confessed to Ha-Ri.”
‘Oh.. good for him!’
Su-Hyeok suddenly stands up holding a ball, we turn to look at him and instantly know he’s got an idea. He kicks the cage a few times while rattling it, seeming like he’s testing the durability of them.
“Can we move this? Do you think it’s possible? We can tie all these carts in a circle, then we can just use them as a shield.”
‘Ohh.. he’s got a good one there.’
We stand up and begin moving things around, making space for our shield making. “We need strings or something to put it all together.”
I use a cable to tie the two cages together and step back, looking at it to make sure it’s secure.
“Hey. There’s no way this is going to work.” Mi-Jin complains, “We should flip it over completely, so that we can hide underneath.”
“Uh.. we should stand it up.” Wu-Jin says, pointing towards the cage she’s holding.
“Yeah, zombies sure can’t climb that?”
Wu-Jin sighs, already fed up with her, “That’s enough.”
Mi-Jim shuts the make-shift lid, “don’t be stupid. Okay? Let’s redo them.” She begins untying the strings when Joon-Yeong walks over to her, “It’s too short if we close the lids. Unless you want us crawling?”
“Pulling rank right now?” He mumbles to himself as he lifts the lid back up, only for it to be slammed shut again by Mi-Jin, “Hey.” She snarls, “Say it to my face!”
‘Damn. She’s a.. feisty one. Isn’t she?’
“If you don’t like it, make your own.” Joon-Yeong says, checking a few of the chains. She scoffs at him, pushing his head away.
“Oh, shit. Are you crazy?” Wu-Jin questions, looking the angered girl up and down with shock, “what’s wrong with you?”
She continues to stare Joon-Yeong down, “Sis, stop her.” Pleads Wu-Jin. “Come on, say that again.” She dares.
“Do everyone a favour and stay out of our way.” He quickly comes back with, walking up to her personal bubble slightly. “Hey, you.” She frowns, pushing him by the shoulder. He grabs her wrist, wanting her to stop pushing him when she gives him a swift kick to the ankle.
He bends down in pain before snapping back up, “Shithead!”
“ ‘Shithead’? Shithead. What the fuck?!” He seems to have fully pissed her off with that, as Su-Hyeok has to hold her back.
“Stop it.” He warns, and turns to Joon-Yeong. “Joon-yeong, you too.”
“Who the hell is she to tell us we have to redo it?” The anger filled boy spits, staring the older girl down.
“ ‘Who the hell is she?’ Your worst fucking nightmare.” She says, biting back at him.
“You’re coming with us, right?” Quickly asks Su-Hyeok, she looks up at him, “You’re the ones coming with me.”
“You won’t just leave them here, right?” Su-Hyeok turns back to Joon-Yeong, “I wish, but no.”
“We’re going together, anyway. Why fight now, huh?” He says, looking between the two angry teenagers.
“Just do as I say unless you wanna die out there. Which you might.” Mi-Jin says with a snotty look, looking Joon-yeong up and down.
“We’re tryna make it that high, so we don’t die out there.”
“Enough already.” Su-Hyeok interrupts with a sigh, fed up with the both of them.
‘I don’t blame him. My head is killing with all the arguing.’
“How many people have died on our way here?” The two go quiet, “we can’t lose anyone else. We shouldn’t waste energy fighting amongst ourselves.”
“I’m not fighting to die,” Joon-yeong says, looking up at the taller boy, “I’m fighting because I wanna live.”
“Then so as I fucking say, Shithead.”
‘Ah. She had too, didn’t she?’
My eyes roll at the pair, going back to checking on my own assigned cages.
“Unless we split up, problem solved.” I flinch at the loud bang, not expecting it this time. “Get back here. You hear me?” Mi-Jin yells, “Get back here! Let go of me, asshole!” She screams, ripping herself out of Su-hyeok’s grasp. “You think I’m doing this, because I wanna die?!”
Nam-Ra, fed up with the girl, slams empty ball cages together, creating an even louder bang.
‘Oh my Lord, why are they being so loud?’
“We’ll vote on it.”
“You are?” Mi-Jin rudely questions, breathing heavily, Nam-Ra looks at her “Class Prez.”
The others move to stand where I am, Mi-Jin sits on top of one of the make-shift lids. All of our attentions are focused on Nam-Ra. “One. Split up. Two. Stay together.” Instantly, Dae-Su’s hand shoots up, followed by the rest of us. “Okay, we voted to stay together, then.”
“Is it smart to vote on life and death matters and just follow the majority?” Dae-Su begins, “What if we collectively decide to do the wrong thing?”
“You know, there’s such a thing as collective intelligence.” Hyo-Ryung says to him over her shoulder, “There are too many unintelligent people here.” Dae-Su mutters, looking over at Mi-Jim causing her to look him up and down, “You can’t make intelligence with a bunch of idiots.”
“So then what do you suggest? Do we vote about voting, huh?” Hyo-Ryung says, a slight huff in her voice, “Fuck! How the hell did you kids survive until now.” Mi-Jin complains, yet again. “Sorry, but can you mind your own business?” Dae-Su says, trying to not make the hotheaded girl angry. “You started the fight, now we’re voting.”
“Give me an arrow, so I can stab him.” I scoff at her and she turns to me, “Got a problem?” I turn my gaze to meet her eyes, a vicious glare on my face, “Would you, for the life of us all, close that trap of yours. You started a fight over something we had already planned, then proceeded to get psychical for no reason.
And now you’re also complaining about voting, which might I remind you, you started? So, get your head out of your fucking ass and stop being rude. Being older then us isn’t going to magically teleport us to fucking safety, now is it?
We survived this long together because we didn’t fight, we decided on the same idea instead of causing an unnecessary argument.”
“Say that to my face, bitch!” She screams at me, her face having gone red in embarrassment. “I just did.”
“Anyway, let’s move on now.” Nam-Ra says, interrupting the rude girl. “One. We make the outside higher.” Joon-Yeong and On-Jo raise their hand. Three other people raise their hands, making it five. “Two. We fold the lids, make a box.” Immediately, Mi-Jin raises her hand and, surprisingly, so does Hyo-Ryung and Wu-Jin.
“That’s four.”
“What the hell? I thought you were with us?” Dae-Su questions,
“I changed my mind.” Is all Wu-Jin says back to him.
“Option one received the majority voice, so make the walls high.”
“Wait, your vote.” Mi-Jin says with a frown while looking at Nam-Ra, “If you’re for option two, it’s a tie.”
“Option one.” Nam-Ra says. Leaving no room for her mind to be changed.
“Oh, shit.” Mi-jin swears, looking to the side.
“Okay. Let’s do it.” Su-Hyeok states, moving off of the wall.
“Okay, but don’t resent me when the zombies climb over and kill us all.” Mi-Jin adds, staying seated on the lid.
“Don’t worry I’ll take the front and any blame.” Joon-Yeong says, standing in front of her. “You hold back.”
“Oh, what an asshole, fuck. Why are kids so damn rude these days?” Mi-Jin says in disbelief, turning to Ha-Ri. “And you’re not?” That’s shuts the angry girl up.
I can feel Mi-Jin’s eyes burning holes into my back, but I choose to ignore. Having already said my say, that and I don’t want her start another argument.
“Hey, chocolate bar.” As soon as Cheong-San utters those words, the group rush over to him. “Let me see,” Dae-Su takes the food out of his hands, looking for the date, “Oh, no, expired.”
“Okay, so what?” Su-Hyeok says, as if Dae-Su’s words were a foreign language, “Okay, Yeah, you’re right,” he looks around say us all, “Only take a tiny bite.”
He hands the chocolate over to Wu-Jin and as the boy takes a bite, his body sags with a ‘are you kidding me’ look on his face, “Oh, shit. I said a tiny bite.” Dae-Su whines, “I only ate freaking, this much.” Wu-Jin defends himself, the chocolate lodged in his cheek. “Selfish bastard.” Mutters Dae-Su.
Wu-Jin hands the chocolate over to On-Jo, who’s take a tiny bite. She passes it over to Mi-Jin who rejects it, “I’m full, so..” the hotheaded girl passes it to me and I look at it for a moment,
‘I feel more sick, then hungry.’
I hand it over to Hyo-Ryung. Trying to push down the overwhelming want to be sick.
‘This dizziness is getting a bit much..’
“Joon-Yeong didn’t have any.” Wu-Jin says, eyes wide and Dae-Su slowly turns to the boy, “How could you eat it all?”
“I..I thought I was last. I’m really sorry.”
“I guess we just.. armour up, right?”
“That asshole.”
“Joon-Yeong, you put on the best armour.”
We begin putting on the best protection we can find, covering parts of our bodies that the zombies would be able to reach the most.
“Y/n,” I look over at Nam-Ra, “Is your head really okay?”
‘I don’t want them to worry, I’ve probably just got a mild concussion.’
“Yeah.. I’m okay. Don’t worry.” She stares at me for an extra few seconds, before nodding, yet her expression tells me she doesn’t believe me. I’m glad she isn’t pressing on it.
I stand inside the circle, getting in my station.
“I’m gonna take the lead, you take the back.” Suggests Su-Hyeok, passing the bat to Cheong-San and he nods.
‘Damn.. I’m really scared.. I hope this works.’
Joon-Yeong and Su-Hyeok open the doors, and as soon as they do, we burst into action. Pushing the make-shift circle out, watching as they bash and smash the bats over the zombies heads. Giving us time to completely close it.
Feeling my whole body scream out at the strain it’s being put in, the lightheadedness starts to get much worse. I, however, am not going down with a fight.
Shaking the dizziness off, I concentrate on doing my part. A gasp tears past my lips as I feel a hand grab my ankle, I stomp on it as hard as I can, groaning at the pulsing headache.
It happens all too quickly, Joon-Yeong climbing over the barriers, getting the zombies attention and allowing the group an opportunity to escape. “Joon-Yeong!” Cries Mi-Jin.
“Make it home!” He screams out, the two zombies latching their jaws onto him. “Keep going!”
The zombies pile onto his still body and in a matter of seconds, it starts to convulse, twitching and screeching before running over to us. The once kind boy we knew, now stands in front of us with the craving of eating us.
We make it to the second set of doors, the group surrounds the doors with the cage, Su-Hyeok slams against them with all of his might yet, it doesn’t budge. “The door won’t open!” He screams out, his tone full of fear. “What are you talking about?!” Cheong-San cries, “They won’t open!” On-Jo begins slamming her own body against it.
‘Please, please, please open!’
Mi-Jin climbs on top, smashing the bat down on their heads, trying to get them away.
“It won’t open! It’s locked from the outside!” Su-Hyeok says before moving away, helping Nam-Ra with pushing them back.
I move over to the door and begin helping On-Jo with it. “Ready?” She nods, “Three! Two! One!” As we’re about to slam it with all of our might, it opens. Revealing a man but he’s quickly identified as On-Jo’s father “Dad..” she breathes out before rushing into his arms.
The rest of us rush out, slamming the door behind us.
We’re running. Again. And without On-Jo’s father.
As I’m running behind them, I feel my legs give out causing me to groan. “Fuck..” the hard ground scrapes my knees but that’s the last of my worries, I lean forward onto my hands, trying to refocus my vision.
“Y/N!!”
“Hurry! Go—“
“Y/n.” My heart drops to my stomach, “Y/N. What are you doing? Get up.”
“R..Rosie?” My words come out slurred, and the more I look at the tree to my left, the more I see my Rosie standing there. A stern look on her face. “Get up. Right now.”
“W-What? How.. how are you here?” She just shakes her head, suddenly appearing in front of me, her knees tucked into her chest. She opens her mouth to say something but, nothing comes out. “Y/N! Shit, your ears..” Su-Hyeok picks me up, somehow managing to place me on his back.
“Oh my god!” I manage to make out a female’s voice, but other then that? Not much else. It all just blurs together.
“Rosie..” I mumble out, the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
Feeling my body bounce up and down a few times until we’ve stopped, the ground greeting my ass as I’m set onto it. “Y/N. Y/N look at me, that’s it— no, look here.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“I should’ve known..”
After a few minutes of someone gently helping me refocus my eyes, I focus on Cheong’s face, his worried eyes staring back into mine. “Why didn’t you tell us? We would’ve helped you.”
I swallow thickly, “H..Help? How.. how could you.. Hmm? I’ll be f-fine. Promise.”
“No, your ears are bleeding. Here, let me just..” He lifts a piece off ripped jumper towards my ears, using it to gently wipe away the blood as best as he can. “There you are.”
“Thanks..” giving me a soft smile, he moves to sit next to On-Jo.
“Hey,” Sluggishly looking up, I see Mi-Jin looking down at me, she’s trying to look unbothered but, it’s written as clear as day on her face. “What’s wrong with you?” She says, sitting down in front of me. “I smacked the back my head against the concrete, trying to protect the group. Since then, I’ve been having headaches, dizzy and sickness spells. I’ll be fine though.”
She scoffs at me, “That doesn’t sound like it. Just.. stay there, yeah? Don’t be a bother.” I just nod and chuckle at her, she gives me a look but I can tell she’s genuine.
“Wait…” I mumble, “What are we on?” She shrugs, “I don’t know. Don’t know what they’re called.”
“Mi-Jin,” Ha-Ri begins with an exhale as she stands up, “Let’s go.”
“Where? Why?” The girl in question looks up at her, “Let’s look for a good spot where we can jump off. We’re the oldest.”
“Sure, whatever.” Mi-Jin shrugs “It’s not like we get any respect.” She huffs, “I’ll go this way. You go that way.” Is the last thing Ha-Ri says before heading left.
Mi-Jin watches her, sighing, “She’s so cool.” I giggle at her,
‘Sounds like shes got a girl crush.’
Mi-Jin stands up and heads right but is stopped by Su-Hyeok, “I’ll go.” He offers “Stay down, kid.” She’s instantly shooting him down, “It’s okay.” Ignoring him, she places her hand on his arm, trying to make him budge but he doesn’t.
“You little..” she clicks her tongue, raising her hand before doing as Ha-Ri asked of her.
Su-Hyeok sits back down with a sigh.
“I hope no one steps up anymore.” On-Jo states, her face void of any emotion. “Whatever ends up happening… I hope no one sacrifices themselves.”
I turn to look at her, a somber look on my face as she stares at the little rock’s In front of her.
“It’s too hard living for someone. When there’s nothing you can do for them at all. It’s like you have to live extra hard for them. It’s too selfish. You can’t die and.. if you don’t have the courage to live..”
With her words, I tune her out, knowing that if I listened anymore…
‘Reminds me of my Rosie..’
“Oh, Y/n?” I look over at Su-Hyeok curiously, “Who’s Rosie? You were mumbling that name when I was carrying you.” My throat closes up and I find it difficult to swallow, “Thanks.. for that.. carrying me.”
He nods, a small smile on his face, “Rosie..” her name tastes so bittersweet on my tongue, having not spoken even a word of her since her passing. “She..” my throat tightens even more, forcing me to clear my throat. I lick my dry lips, biting the inners of my cheek.
‘Why is it so fucking hard?!’
“It’s… it’s okay. You don’t have to say.” Su-Hyeok quickly speaks up, obviously noticing my emotional struggle. “No… it’ll do me good.. Rosie was my.. well, more then a best friend. We.. always called each other soulmates.” I smile, the emotion feeling so foreign on my face, “She sounds like a good best friend.” Hyo-Ryung smiles,
I nod, agreeing with her, “She was..” Thankfully, that shuts them up with the questions.
Resting my head back onto the wall gently, I close my eyes, not falling asleep, just resting them.
The sound of footsteps approaching cause the group to jump, but they quickly relax seeing as its just Mi-Jin and Ha-Ri.
“I really think that that’s the one way out.” Wu-Jin suggests but he’s quickly shut down by Mi-Jin, “No. It drops into the basement on that side. And there are exposed steel bars. No way we can jump.”
Ha-Ri turns to us, “That side faces the school, so there’s no point trying it.”
“The ground is filled with zombies, we’ll die if we go down.” Mi-Jin huffs with a pout, “There’s a door on the first floor that leads to the mountain. We have to go that way.”
“But.. it’s full of zombies.” Dae-su quickly adds, “Can’t we reach the roof if we use that and the windows?” Cheong-San says, pointing to the things that we’re currently sitting on. “If someone goes to the roof and screams, the zombies will follow them. Then I’m pretty sure it’ll be empty out there, and the rest can escape.”
“I think it can wait.” Mumbles Wu-Jin, “No.” On-Jin says, looking at Cheong-San “if that’s the only way—“
“I said no. Please stop sacrificing yourselves.” She frowns. Hyo-Ryung nods, “Yeah, I agree with you. We said we’d all survive together. Even Y/N.”
“Me too.” Chirps in Su-Hyeok, Dae-Su nodding in agreement as well “I feel the name.”
“Then we should just wait for now.” Sighs Mi-Jin, “And then what?” Questions Ha-Ri “Do you have a plan?”
“Maybe if it rains again, they won’t be able to hear us.” Mi-Jin suggests, “Who knows when it’s gonna rain?” Ha-Ri says with a frown, looking at the girl as if she’s bonkers, “Don’t worry,” Mi-Jin starts, “My knees are throbbing. It’s gonna rain soon.” She sits down with her knees tucks into her chest. “You’ll see.”
‘Seems pretty content with that.’
“It’s way too clear.” Disagrees Dae-Su, also looking at the girl as if she’s gone mad.
“Do you hear that?” Nam-Ra says, quickly getting all of our attention, “what?” Su-Hyeok hurriedly says, “They’re saying to take cover. We need to take cover. There will be explosions.”
“What do you mean explosions?” Hyo-Ryung asks worriedly, “Are you sure about that?” Su-Hyeok’s states, wanting her to confirm it. “Hyosan Intersection, Future collage… and our school will be blown up.” Her face shows nothing but fear.
“Hey, are those fucking soldiers gonna shoot missiles at us?” Wu-Jin frowns, “When will it happen?” Asks Dae-Su but Nam-Ra shakes her head, “I can’t really tell. They’re just saying to evacuate right now.”
“Shit! Where are they expecting us to go, huh?” Mi-Jin fumes.
“When are they gonna bomb this whole place, huh?” Dae-Su’s voice begins to waver with freight, “Won’t we all die if we just stay here?” Hyo-Ryung’s tone is full of nothing but fear, her eyes showing just as much.
“Do they say where to flee to?” On-Jo cuts in, “They say that we should hide underground.”
“What if they drop a nuclear bomb?”
“Korea doesn’t have nukes. What are you saying? Huh?”
“Whatever! They’re gonna blow up our School!”
“Where are we supposed to take cover? There’s nowhere to hide.” Wu-Jin sighs.
“Cheong-San!!!”
My blood runs cold, fear gripping at my very soul.
‘I knew it. Gwi nam.’
Cheong-San grips at his bat with a tight grip, “It’s Gwi nam.” He states. “That asshole never dies.” Stutters Dae-Su.
“Who’s that?” Asks Ha-Ri, “The one who did this to my head.” I answer, using the wall to help myself up. “Maybe we heard wrong?” Hyo-Ryung’s hopefully only brings us dread, knowing she’s completely wrong. “It’s completely quiet now.”
I use the wall to walk towards the window we climbed in from, Cheong-San having the same idea. The cover is quickly ripped away, revealing Yoon Gwi nam. Instantly, his eye locks onto me before looking over at Cheong-San, a sick smile growing on his face.
“Here you are.” He snickers
Cheong-San swings his bat at his head, obviously missing, Gwi nam grips his jumper, smacking his spine against the brick wall. I feel Su-Hyeok grab my arm and pull me back gently.
Gwi nam steps on his chest, causing the fallen boy to wheeze. Su-Hyeok goes to attack but he’s quickly punched, making him fall. Mi-Jin hurries over to him, gripping at his wrists, trying to help him up.
Once Su-Hyeok is helped back up onto safety, Gwi nam picks Cheong-San up by the collar allowing him to smack him across the face, it does nothing. Seeing as he isn’t human. Gwi nam grabs his arm, bringing it to his mouth and twisting it.
‘Forgive me, On-Jo.’
“No!” I yell, rushing forward and, after dodging Su-Hyeok’s hands, I launch myself onto Gwi nam. He smacks down onto the wood with a groan, Cheong-San quickly regains his composure and before he can move towards us, he’s grabbed by On-Jo.
Just as Gwi nam is about to say something, he grips his ears in pain and I take this opportunity to grab him by the shoulders, lifting him up and smacking him back down. Somehow finding the strength, I lift him up by the collar of his jacket and throw him back inside. Not without a strain, of course. Noticing that he’s still gripping his now slightly bleeding ears.
I turn to the group “I’m sorry. I know we said not too but.. this is the last time. Please, run. I’m a selfish bitch and I’m asking you to live for me. I’ll distract them.”
On-Jo opens her mouth but I silence her by putting my hand up, “Don’t. Please. Don’t make this harder. My head.. it’s not the same anymore. I’m growing weaker by the hours. So run. Don’t try an help me.”
I climb into the building, ignoring the struggles from them.
“Ah,” Gwi nam laughs once he’s ‘back to normal’, “Being the hero are we?” I curl my lip up in disgust, “You’re a fucking coward.” He clicks his tongue at me, raising his hand in the air, threatening me.
He begins to circle me with a sneer and I bolt towards the stairs that lead towards the roof, beginning to scream at the top of my lungs. “That’s not gonna help you, silly girl.” He taunts, running after me, obviously not to his full speed.
‘Of course he’s enjoying this!’
“Y/N! No! Please come back!”
“Let me fucking go! You fuck!”
The cries of my friends make me wince, but that also means that the zombies are following us up the stairs, giving them a chance to run.
‘Am I doing good Rosie? I’m stepping up like you always told me too.’
“I can take care of you, y/n! Just submit to me! Y’know, I’ve always had my eye on you. But those fuckers I hung around with, would always need me somewhere else. Stop fucking running!”
He lunges forwards, missing me by a strand of hair.
“Come here bitch!”
I feel myself fall forwards from the force of his push, “Fuck!” He huffs once he sees the Zombies running towards us. “Fucking bitch. Look what you’re making me do! Just listen to me!” He screams out in anger, taking the last remaining zombie down before turning to me.
I grip the bag of my head in pain, feeling the tears roll down my face as little sobs fall from my lips. “Hey,” he sighs, bending down to my hight, “Why are you—“ I frown at him as he starts sniffing, “I fucking knew it, that smell. It’s you.”
‘Smell??’
“That sweet… delicious smell… I wonder what you taste like..” he slurs, a blissed out expression on his face. Shaking his head, he grips me by the shoulders, dragging me towards him. “Don’t cry.. at least like this.” He snickers and I grimace at him making the boy frown “What? Don’t like me anymore?— Ohh also, why’d ya run from me, huh?”
“Get off me!” I scream, ripping my shoulders from his nasty grip. Bad idea. “What’d you say to me bitch?! After everything I did for you! And what I’ve just done for you!? I’m a fucking god! Treat me with some respect!” My head whips to the side as my world spins.
‘Fuck, that’s some strength..’
He grips my hand that has the blood on it, giving it a whiff before a long kick.
The throaty moan that rips from him makes me shiver, “Fuck! That’s something else! I wonder what else tastes nice…” he mutters, smiling, “Hey, become my girlfriend and I won’t kill you.” I scoff at him “Fuck you.”
Shaking his head with that chilling smile, he lunges forward, trapping me beneath him. Bloodied face staring down at me, “I knew you wanted too.” My eyes widen at his words and I begin to struggle, “No! Get the fuck off me!”
“Ah, I knew it. You’re perfect for me. “
“You’re a delusional bastard—!” My words are cut short as strong, metallic taste overpowers my taste buds, causing my stomach to twist, he lowers his lower half onto my own, resting it there as he kisses my unmoving lips.
I feel the sharp end of the knife being lightly pressed into my leg, warning me to return it but I don’t. He pulls away, that same blissed out expression on his face, “Ah, you’re fucking delicious.”
I spit into his mouth, trying to kick him in the balls but it’s futile. “Thanks for that.” He grins,
‘The fuck?! Why’s he like this?’
“Tell me,” Gwi nam starts, “Did you really not notice me looking at you? Noticing all the small things I did for you— fuck, even before this shit show I was looking out for you.” He groans, “We’ll also work on the attitude, though. You’ll soon realise how much I do for you.”
Going to open my mouth to ask him what he means, I’m interrupted by my own gasp as I’m lifted into Gwi Nam’s arms. “I know you like me too. You don’t have to hide it anymore. This is my world now, no one to hide you from me.”
He leans his face into my neck, inhaling deeply and groaning lowly “If you run from me.. you wouldn’t survive. I’m doing you a great kindness. Right from my heart. I kept you safe from harm before and even now. So stop struggling.” His tone is rough and stern, leaving no room for a debate.
The grip on my thighs tightens “Gwi nam..” I can’t help but let the tears fall and sobs worsen, “Stop crying.”
“J-Just kill me!” I hiccup, “You’re only going to toy with me anyway! What’s the point, huh?!” The energy slowly slips away from me as my sobbing worsens, “..You’re fucking stupid. Did you not hear what I’ve just said? You’re not leaving me. You’re mine. And I’m yours.”
“W-What?” All I get back from that question is a fed up sigh, he begins moving towards the stairs. “Because you’re my girlfriend. That’s why. Now shut up, you’re doing my head in.”
“I-“
“I’ll kiss you again, do you want that?”
Instantly, I shut my trap. Exhaustion slowly digging it’s nails into me. “F..fucker.”
“That’s it.. Go to sleep. The quicker you accept this, the better it’ll be for you. Stop making this so hard for yourself.”
“You’re a fucking monster—let go of me!!” The iron grip on my wrists cause my eyes to water, “God, you’re fucking annoying— Stop!” He groans, giving me a violent shake “I’m doing everything for you! I’m keeping you protected! I’m keeping you safe— what more do you want?! Huh!? Your friends are dead! They didn’t survive the bombing!”
‘What—What did he just say?’
“Got your attention now? Good. Oh don’t start crying!” He releases his grip on me, standing up with a fed up scoff. I, however, pay no mind to him and his little tantrums. “S-Say that again..” I plead, hoping he’s messing with me, “Tell me.. that it’s not true.”
He doesn’t say anything for awhile and I begin to think he didn’t hear me, “It’s true.” Gwi Nam states firmly before picking me up roughly, and placing me onto the bed. “Those zombies out there? Aren’t your friends. They’ll eat you at whatever chance they get, they don’t care about anything. Your friends are gone. Blown up! I’m the only person you’ve got left.”
He sighs, bending down so he’s staring at me on my level, “The only person who actually cares about you. Anyone else? Not a chance. You’re fucking annoying. Crying and screaming all the time, kicking and scratching me when you get the chance! I’m helping you, and this is how you’re repaying me? I’m your boyfri—partner. If the military come sniffing around again, what do you think they’re gonna do, huh? Help you? Keep you warm? Safe? Fed? Fuck that. They’ll just run tests on you.”
The more that his venomous words smack me in the face, the more I feel myself cracking more and more, even if I promised myself I wouldn’t. But it’s hard, when it’s everyday you’re hit with nothing but the truth. Why would he lie to me now? There’s no one here to ‘separate us’, as he says.
He’s made himself perfectly clear about everything. The possessive hold and authority he has over me. That, if I were to run, he’d just find me. Again and again— no matter what I did. He’d always drag me back to him. He’s mine and I am his, together against the world — gods of our own creation, his words not mine.
His piercing words eventually get to you.
But, I still have the faintest bit of fight left in me. And when he nexts goes on one of his little.. runs, that’s when I’ll strike.
His deep sigh reaches my ears, “Just.. rest. ‘Kay? You’ve tired yourself out again.. I’m gonna need to get more things. We’re running out.” is all he mumbles, pulling the bed covers over me.
“Won’t be long.”
The door shuts behind him softly and, for a moment, I just lay there. Wondering how the fuck, this has all happened. And where it all went wrong.
‘Come on. Get up now.’
“Y/n. Now’s your chance.” Ah, that’s another thing. Rosie. She’s been popping up more times then I can count, always pointing towards the door whenever he goes out. Or just standing by the window. The clothes she wore the day she did it, still adorning her body.
“Is it?” I mutter, sluggishly sitting up. She appears in front of me, her legs tucked underneath her, “Yes. It is. Take every chance you can. Hurry up.” And just like that, she’s gone again.
‘I hope she’s not wrong this time…’
Throwing the covers off of me and making my way towards the door, I quickly slip my feet into my shoes, my hand hovering over the door. Hesitant. Fearful? “Come on..” I mumble, “Don’t be a coward..”
Swallowing my nerves, I swing the door open with all my might and make a break for it. Running down the stairs of the apartment building.
‘Okay! Okay! Where do I go—Oh shit!’
Dodging a snarling zombie, I decide to go whatever way my legs choose.
A few odd zombies jump out here and there that I’m, thankfully, able to avoid.
‘The majority of them must’ve been blew up.’
I run up a small hill, managing to find a small hiding spot amongst the trees. The wind offers me a soothing song as it picks up, the leaves in the trees whooshing against each other, creating a pleasant sound.
‘I didn’t realise how close this little.. hide-y spot was. …Also didn’t realise how close he’d put us to the school.’
Taking a moment to look at the damage done to my school, I feel myself begin to get choked up. Gwi nam’s words circling around in my head, taunting me.
‘I.. don’t want to believe him. But, why would he lie to me? Especially now? There’s no one to hide me from him, as he says.. where should I hide? It feels wrong going back in there.’
I feel my hands shake with the quietness and fear. Fear of the unknown— or should I say, the fear of Gwi nam. Fear for what he’ll do when he finds me. Because he will. Like he’s always drilling into me, he’ll find me no matter what.
Who’s to say I shouldn’t try at least, one last time for freedom. Maybe, just maybe, I’d find out my friends aren’t dead. And that they made it, made it out of here and made a good life for themselves.
But, unfortunately, life doesn’t work out like that. They’re dead. Is as half of the population of Hyosen. Leaving only me and Gwi nam.
I turn around so my back is against the view of the school, and walk away. Shoving away the feeling that, I’m leaving the only memory I have of my friends, behind.
‘It’s better this way.’
Better that I begin on focusing how to survive not only this, but Gwi nam. And the anger that I’ll have to face, when I’m found. It’s only a matter of time until I am, after all. A slow, taunting game of cat and mouse. Expect, the cat already knows where the mouse is and is taking it’s sweet time. Letting the fear tenderise the meat. Giving it flavour for a more and better feast.
I survey the tall trees, looking for the ones with the stronger looking branches. And obviously thicker cover.
‘Shit, there isn’t that many.. ah, whatever, I’ll go with this one.’
Bracing myself for the climb, I take a few deep inhales and exhales before I get to work. Using all of my strength to get to a good spot in the tree, I breathe a sigh of relief. Thinking to myself that, that shouldn’t have been as hard as it was.
‘That’s what happens when you have little to no exercise in a zombie apocalypse. Especially if you’re confined to a school and then, for a short while, a building in the works. That, and if you’re taken against your will.’
Groaning lightly under my breath after getting myself ‘comfy’, I rest the back of my head against the tree. Pulling my hood over myself and making sure I’m all the way zipped up. After all, it’s fucking snowing. And I’m freezing.
Bit of a bad timing on my part, if I’m honest with you but, even this kind of cold is welcomed. The natural, seasonal cold. Not the coldness I’m given from Gwi Nam. The unpredictability, the unstableness… the whole package.
It’s a nice, cold change.
I sit there, legs curled up to my chest with my arms wrapped around them, and just let it all sink in. Let the tears flow and let the drowsiness take hold.
‘Is this my punishment Rosie? For taking advantage of your time? For all the times I didn’t take it too seriously? For all the times I lived carefree? Laughed with little to no worry in the world? What? What was it that made everything change? What did you do?’
I wake to my body swaying ever so slightly, and arms wrapped around me like I’m about to fall through the earth, never to return again.
“I.. can’t believe you. Running away after everything I do for you. Nearly getting myself killed or taken by soldiers, to make sure you’re fed, kept warm and safe— and this, this is how you repay me?” Gwi Nam mutters to himself, furious isn’t even the word for him right now.
‘And this. Is where I kiss myself— my person, goodbye.’
“I know you’re awake,” he seethes, “I was gonna wait for you. Believe it or not. But now? Nah, you don’t deserve that.”
‘What does he mean by that?’
I look up at him, confused and deathly afraid. Because not only is his face void of any emotion, so is his body language.
And that’s fucking terrifying.
The walking blurs together as my frantic thoughts get the better of me, and before I know it, he’s kicking in the apartments door with a little too much.. force, behind it.
“Stop fucking crying. I should be the one who’s crying. Why do you keep running from me? Why do you keep rejecting me— pushing me away?! Huh?! What more do you want from me! I’m doing everything for you! And yet.. you still, keep doing shit like this.”
As the poisonous words fall from his mouth, I feel my self confidence and independence slip away. The thought of, ‘Yeah.. why do I keep doing this?’ Slowly starts to completely take over my brain.
“Tell me, tell me why.” I keep my gaze down, looking at the small tiny rips in the blankets. “Hey!” He grabs my shoulders roughly, giving me a slight shake as a warning “Because…”
“Because…?? What? Because what?!” Gwi nam’s voice doesn’t help my jittery nerves, “Because I’m scared! I’m so fucking scared Gwi nam! It doesn’t matter if you’re a god! Which, news check, you’re not! I’m scared because of what’s happened and what is still, continuing to happen! And, not only that, but I’m sad! You’ve not long just told me that my friends are dead! Do you know what that does to a person?! Huh!? Especially when—“
“I know about Rosie.”
‘…what?’
Feeling as if though he’s punched the air out of me and stomped on my lungs, I stare at him in shock “What, did you just say?”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment. And for that single moment, I can feel my world completely shattering.
‘How does he know about her?’
“Gwi nam,” his name feels rotten on my tongue, “How.. How do you know about her?” All he does is shrugs and after so many years, a hot flurry of anger surges through me.
All, he does, is shrugs.
“Gwi nam.” My fists curl and jaw clenches, “How, do you know, about her.”
Without registering it, one moment I’m curling and uncurling my firsts whilst sat on the bed, the next I’m on top of a wide eyed Gwi nam trying to dodge my fury filled fists.
“What— you crazy bitch! Get off me!” Of course though, it doesn’t last long. He pushes me off with a bit of force and I feel pain surge up my back like heat, “How dare you—“ he starts, getting in my face “How dare I?? How dare I?! You motherfucker! How dare you! How fucking dare you?! How fucking dare you speak of her so.. carelessly?! How the fuck! Do you know of her! Huh!? Tell me, you fucking mutant!”
Already feeling the whiplash gripping at my neck as my head whips to the side, “Mutant?…” he scoffs breathlessly, a shocked but cruel smile on his face. “Y..You think… smacking me.. hitting me.. is going to make me fear you..?” I laugh, “You.. have no.. fucking idea.. what kind of pain.. I’ve been through— what I still go through, on a day to fucking day basis.”
My lungs burn in agony as they cool down from my screaming, which, I didn’t know I was doing while I was trying to paint the walls with Gwi nam.
“I, couldn’t give two shits, what you’ve been through bitch. I do, everything! For you! And you try and fucking attack me?? You escape?!”
I roll my eyes at his whining, “Oh, you’re such a whining lil’ fucker, aren’t you? Nothing seems to ever, please you! You’re a sad, sad, loser nobody Gwi nam! From what I’ve been told, abiut what you’ve done,” I scoff, “You, don’t deserve to complain about anything. You selfish bastard. Bullying, eat shit, ugly fuck—“
Before I can finish however, my face is grabbed and a pair of plush but chapped lips connect with my own. My fists ball up and start smacking him in the chest with all my might, it does nothing though. As he seems to brush it off, and without disconnecting our lips, he picks me up.
‘How dare he!!’
My aching back plops down onto the bed with Gwi nam still hovering over me, he trails his lips down to my neck and clothed chest, “Get off me! Gwi nam—“ my eyes bulge in shock as my mouth is grabbed again, stopping me from screaming at him.
Knowing now that swearing at him does nothing, I try kneeing him in the family jewels. “Stop,” he seethes and normally I’d listen, not wanting to anger the boy, but now? He’s pissed me off. And I will not, back down from this fucking bully.
“That’s it! Kick him there! Move a little to the left—“
Rosie’s words and insight give me an opening, to finally land a kick to his balls. “Fuck!” He shouts, leaning forward onto me whilst gripping himself. I throw him off of me and scramble to grab something— anything, that’ll give me an upper hand in knocking him the fuck out.
“Come here!” He groans out, looking up at me with his strained and red face.
I can’t help but allow the smug and happy smile crawl onto my face, the sight of him, kneeling down before me, gives me a boost I never thought I’d get from a sight like this.
“You little bitch,” he jumps up, gripping my throat “Stop making this harder for yourself!”
“Slap me— fuck!— all you want! Kill me if you want! I don’t care! I have no one, left! Don’t you understand that!? I don’t want you Gwi nam! I don’t want this— this so called ‘world of our creation’! I’d rather you make a fucking meal out of me, then live like this! I’d rather be a test subject then live with you!”
He seems to stop functioning completely at that. The only thing being heard is both of our heavy and strained breathing. And I can feel the swelling of my back worsen as the minutes tick by.
“You..” his voice is eerily calm— collected, even, “You think that.. by doing that— saying that, it’s going to make me just, kill you off? Be done with you? What kind of, impression, have I given you? What, that you have, a choice? No, silly girl. You don’t get a choice.” He snickers, cold eyes staring into mine,
“This? This is your life now. Princess,” The venom that drops from his words, poison me even more and I feel the last bit of… me. Slip away. “And saying or doing anything, like this, won’t change it. You’re mine, y/n, don’t you understand that?” I can’t help but flinch when he gently caresses my cheek, the gentleness of it being unfamiliar. So incredibly, unfamiliar.
“And I, am yours. Not even the most lethal of military teams, could take you away from me. Nor I you. I seem to have given you the impression that you,” he mocks with a false laugh, “Have any, any kind of choice in any kind of matter. Which is just… bazar to me. I’ll kill anyone, y/n, anyone, that threatens us— or our future. And I’ll make sure you watch. But it seems I need to remind you of just, who, exactly, is in charge here. As you, Princess, have gotten carried away with those little fairies of yours.”
‘Fuck, my life.’
He leans his face towards the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a moan, “Fuck,” he whines, “You smell so good… FUCK!” Gwi nam, ripping himself away, holds his hand over his mouth.
As much as I curse it, and try to ignore it, I can’t help but ask him, “Gwi nam…? Are you okay?” It comes out mumbled but, of course, he’s still able to hear it. “God, you have no idea do you?” My eyebrow raises, confusion written on my face. “What do you mean?”
He stands up straight, a wild look in his eyes, “I wanna fucking eat you, y/n, I wanna fuck you till you can’t take it anymore, and even then,” he chuckles, “I won’t stop. I want to explore you, find things that not even you know of.”
“No.” I reject, my heart racing a hundred miles a minute.
“No?” He laughs with a scoff, “Princess, you don’t have a choice. No, isn’t a word to me.”
“Maybe you should’ve paid attention more in class then, shouldn’t you?” That seems to wipe the smug grin off of his face, “These little, pathetic attempts at getting under my skin, won’t work anymore—“
“Oh, so they were working before? Good to know, I’ll back track on what I said—“
A fist slams into the wall behind me, my body jumping at the loud sound and my ears begin to ring, “The only word you’re gonna know, is my name. Because you’ll be screaming it. Until your throat starts to bleed.”
‘Jesus, that was dark.’
However, before I can do or say anything else to him, his lips latch onto my neck in a sloppy attempt to get me aroused. “Fuck, your skin tastes appetising.. I need more.” My body finds Itself planted onto the bed once more, Gwi nam hovers over me with a lustful look in his eyes.
“Gwi nam,” the look makes me even more nervous, sickly butterflies flapping around in my stomach, his hand travels from my hip down towards my thigh, taking his merry little time in feeling it up. “Soft.. so soft.” He whispers, so faintly that I struggle to hear it. “When I first saw you— fuck, it was like someone had hand chosen you for me. The way you walked, the way you held yourself, the way you dressed, the way you smelt—“ somehow, he manages to rip my school cardigan off with one hand, the tent in his pants growing larger, “I knew you were mine. And everyone knew it.”
“No one, and I mean, no one, came after you after that incident.” He chuckles, his cold breath causes goosebumps to decorate my skin. “Do you remember him? Gwang-il? That little nerdy bastard, he wouldn’t fucking leave you alone. Constantly looking at you, trying to get your attention— pfft, it was so pathetic.”
Wiggling himself closer to me, his legs either side of my own, Gwi nam’s hands grab hold of my face delicately “Do you know what I did? To show him and every other bastard, you were mine. And mine only. I beat him half an inch of his life.”
By the end of his speech, his hands are gripping at my face with so much force, I almost think he’s about to cave my skull in. But, he releases his hands and sits up again, staring down at me. “I know what’ll get you in the mood!” That cheerful tone makes my skin crawl.
As Gwi nam gives my neck a few sloppy, wet kisses, he travels down my body and as he reaches my skirt, his fingers hook in the waist and before I can say anything, with a strong tug he rips it off, leaving me in only my underwear.
“Get the fuck off me Gwi nam—“ he shoves a thick material into my mouth, muffling me.
“That’s better.”
Returning to whatever he’s doing, I do my best to struggle out of his hold. Trying to close my legs. “Fuck, it’s like Christmas but better.” Gwi nam mutters and looks up at me from in between my legs, a smirk plastered on that punchable face of his.
‘He’s right, in what he says.’
‘What the hell?’
I shake my head, feeling that the situation I’m currently in, is more important than the one that’s happening in my head.
‘The more you ignore me, the more I’m going to fester. You know I’m right, and you know he is.’
‘Who the hell are you?’
‘A better you.’
Tears prick at the corner of my eyes, my brain going to war with itself is all I need. “Don’t cry,” Gwi nam coos tauntingly, “It’ll feel nice. Trust me.” His arm, that’s across me, stops my hips from lifting up. Stopping me from struggling even more.
He slides my underwear down and brings them up to his face, taking a deep inhale and exhaling with a moan. “Fuck..” He groans, “God you’re gonna taste amazing.”
My lip curls up in disgust.
‘Disgusting.’
‘It isn’t. This is what you— we, want. It’s want we’ve always wanted. To be loved. Cherished. And now that we are… you’re rejecting it?’
Gwi nam’s breath hits my pussy and I shiver, trying my very hardest to move my hips away from him. “Do you want to die?” Pausing and looking down at him in confusion, “Do you? Huh? Aish, after everything I’ve done and do for you. I’ll throw you outside and chain you up, let the zombies get to you— would you like that? No…” he shakes his head, “You wouldn’t. I know you don’t want to die, y/n, I know it deep down.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, wincing as it feels like glass.
Taking an experimental lick, my thighs clamp against Gwi nam’s head, not used to the feeling. His fingers touch the inners of my pussy, teasing me, feeling me. “I always pictured this. But I knew it would never live up to the real thing.”
Before long, he’s lapping at my pussy like his life depends on it. My hands, having found their way into his hair, tug at the thickness of it. Secretly loving how soft it really is.
I notice his hips grinding into the bed, his breaths getting heavier as he seems to come to his end. But he doesn’t stop, his fingers making their way into my pussy, scissoring in and out. A slow, teasing pace.
“Come on Princess,” he whispers, “You know you wanna cum.”
And just like that, the shaking of my legs and sensitivity take over and I’ve came. The feel of Gwi nam’s tongue cleaning up the last of my climax sends my sensitivity into overdrive, I try pushing his head away from me.
“Fuck!” I cry out, the tip of his knife digging into the plusher part of my thigh causing a small bleed. He immediately drags his tongue up the small wound. “Ah shit, you’re delicious in every way.” The stinging makes me wince but thankfully he stops licking at it, he looked like a damn dog doing so.
“No one, can make you feel like this. Only I can. They don’t have the touch, for it.” He mumbles before coming back up to meet my face, his darkened eyes gazing down at me. “I heard if you tense, it hurts more. But, I know what’ll make it more fun…”
Grabbing a rope from, god knows where, and quickly tying my hands together. My eyes pop out onto stilts, “Let’s take this out, hm?”
I cringe at the feel of the fabric rubbing against my teeth and cough, inhaling the air like there is no tomorrow. “Fucking release me!” Gwi nam, oddly enough, doesn’t show any irritation to me at all. He doesn’t show me any hint at taking notice of my struggling. Instead, my shirt and his pants are gone within seconds, flying somewhere else in the room. “..you smell divine..”
No matter how much I try to strain my ears, I can’t pick up on most of his mumbling. “I swear to god Gwi nam, you better let me go—“
Words are cut short at the feel of something hard, and pulsing, teasing my pussy. Coating itself in my climax. The situation settles more and more in, dread gripping at my organs like a disease “God, you’re so warm… I can’t wait anymore.” And just like that, his cock eases into my pussy, slowly taking up every crevice that my pussy has to offer. My gummy walls can’t help but grip at him, the prepping Gwi nam did helping in the long run.
A growl coming deep within his throat—and I admit this unwillingly— sends a pleasurable shock to my core, the animalistic nature to it startling me in a good way. Surprising, given the situation.
“Fuuuuuck, no amount of dreams or lotion could match to this!” Having only been still for a few minutes, his hips begin moving, the swollen, mushroom shaped tip hitting my cervix every few thrusts. Causing a down fall of tears to cascade down my cheeks, the overwhelming and unfamiliar pleasure taking my whole being by storm.
His roughed up hands take to my throat, gently squeezing the franticly pulsing veins, the thought of him properly choking me— fuck. The thrill of being put on the border of death, the sweet kiss of escape— it’d cause anyone to roll their eyes to the back of their head. “I fucking knew you’d like this,” His cruel, taunting snickers above me do nothing to dim this.. feeling. “That blissed out expression… I think you deserve to see it.”
The filthy sex noises come to a pause and I cry at the loss, “don’t worry baby,” he grins, “It’s not over yet. Far from it.”
My body is picked up effortlessly by Gwi nam, the full body mirror stands in front of us, giving me a view of what’s actually happening.
Gwi nam’s cock buried deep within my pussy, my slick coating near enough all inches of my thighs and the top his legs, “Don’t you look so pretty.” He coos, flashing a breathtaking smile before fixing his arms so they’re tucked underneath my knees, spreading my legs apart even more, giving a V.I.P view of everything.
“This is so hot, fuck.” He whines, needy and ready. Hips smacking against skin creating the same, filthy fucking sound. Groans and Moans, shaky intakes of air— you name it, you can hear it from a mile away.
The repeated slapping only adds to the whole thing, the dirty whispers in my ear plus the dirty sounds? I have no idea how I’m even breathing correctly.
Drool drips down the corner of my mouth as my head hits Gwi nam’s shoulder, “Hey, Hey,” he scolds, “Eyes on the mirror, or I’ll fuck your throat. No cumming for you.” Whining at his bossing around and just wanting to enjoy myself, I weakly lift my head up to look at the mirror again. His deep, neutral paced hip thrusts making it hard for me to concentrate.
“This is all you needed. Was a good fuck, to shut you the fuck up. Feels, ngh, good doesn’t it? F-fuck, that’s it p-princess.” The once controlled, steady paced is long forgotten within the fast uneven ones. The frantic ‘Come on baby’, from Gwi nam behind me, slowly and surely aids me in my second climax.
Thick, warm, cum shoots into my pussy. Adding to the euphoria and finally, I’m allowed to let my head fall back. He gives a few pathetic thrusts before coming to a complete stop.
Gwi nam places his lips onto my neck, planting feathery kisses along it. “It’s not over yet, Princess.”
My back hits the freezing glass of the window, “Let’s give them a little show, yeah?” The weak attempts at pushing him away, obviously go unnoticed, and he captures my lips into a sloppy kiss, tongue darting past my lips. A lazy snog basically.
I sniffle at the over sensitivity, shaking my head for him to stop and let me take a break but alas, my meek begging files over his head and I’m left to let the pleasured tears flow freely down my cheeks. “I can’t stop, fuck, god you’d look even hotter full of me. Swollen belly an all.” He groans, panic smacking my brain around as I process his words,
‘S-Swollen belly?’
My legs, against my better judgement, wrap themselves around his hips, his hands slithering down to the fat of my hips, giving it a tight squeeze before coming up to my thighs, digging his fingers in with a lick of his lips. Cruel eyes scan my tear struck face, hips starting off with a rough and face pace.
Skin smacking against skin, hitches groans and cries of pleasure, the sound of my back hitting the window— its attracting the zombies outside. Gwi nam, pleased with this, reaches his hand down to my clit, rubbing infinite eights on it.
Darting my hand to grasp his wrist, another silent plea for him to take it easy on me. “Listen to this pussy, to this sound..” he growls, angling his hips in a direction that causes a series of cries to rip past my dry lips. “So, fucking, hot.” Hitting his hips against my own between his words— fuck, I can feel another one coming on.
The tightening of my stomach is a clear indication of the third climax, “Just let go baby, cum, come on cum. Cum on my cock. You filthy bitch. You’re loving this.” Gwi nam taunts, giving my cheek a few playful taps to move my head back towards him.
And shortly not long after me cumming, Gwi nam thrusts his cock into my gummy walls a few more times before cumming inside of me, heavily. “Such a good girl,” he praises, throwing his head back “take all my cum.” His hand wrap around my face, an even more crazed look in his eyes, “You’re fucking mine. This pussy is mine, this body is mine. All of this—you, are mine.”
Taking my lips into a deep, bruising kiss he picks me up once more. The condensation outlines where my back once was. Cum dripping down the ledge and onto the floor. “Look at that pretty face,” he coos, prepping a few featherlight kisses to my face as he places me onto the floor, turning me around roughly so my ass in the air.
The sticky and wet feeling of his cum slowly making its way down my thighs makes me cringe, “Pretty baby. Look at this peachy ass, in the air and all for me. Who do you belong to?” The stinging of his slap on my ass makes me wince, “Oi, who do you belong to?”
The anger quickly rises in his tone the longer I give him the silent treatment, “N…” but it’s not like it’s intentional. I mean, the bastard as fucked me silly. “Not you… f..fucker.” He clicks his tongue before harshly curling his fingers up inside of me, hitting my most sensitive spot. “Wrong answer.” The dangerous tone his voice adopts whispers in my ear.
“You need to get into your thick head,” he spits out “Your friends are dead, your father is dead— everyone you love is dead. No one, would want you. Not now anyway.” The cruel snickers fade away behind me, his words starting to actually sink in.
‘..he wouldn’t lie to me. There’s no reason for him to lie to me, I’m on my own. Gwi nam is a protecter… protecter? Is he my protector? he saved us from zombies remember? —He loves us. When did he save me? When you decided to betray his trust.’
"Gwi.. nam.!” I plead, the over sensitivity becoming borderline painful. His fingers are soon replaced with an aching and pulsating cock, “no more..” my pathetic attempts at pushing his death grip off of my hips are, as always, in vain. Gwi nam only swats my hand away with ease, letting out a low moan as he comes to the hilt, his tip touching my aching, and probably bruised, cervix.
He leans down so his chest is fully rested on my back and he moves my hips more upwards, giving a better position for his cock. My chest is squished against the floor, painfully. “Look at you, you’re a bitch in heat.” If he hadn’t have pointed it out, I wouldn’t have noticed my hips trying to chase after his teasingly slow thrusts.
“P..Please..” the words come out like slop, if it weren’t for Gwi nam’s good hearing, he wouldn’t have heard me. “Please? Please what?” I can just tell by his tone of voice, that punchable smirk is on his face. “Want me to stop?”
I know he won’t, he’s enjoying it too much himself but, for the sake of him hurrying up and letting me rest, my head franticly shakes to the side— well tries too anyway. “That’s my good slut.” He praises, thrusts speeding up to an inhumane speed, causing my body to be lunged forward.
“Ah- fuck, I’m gonna-“ the same thick, warm cum spurts into my overfilled insides. Gwi nam rests his whole weight on me for a moment, hands wandering up and down my body lazily before coming to rest on my tits. “So soft and squishy..” wet lips press a kiss against the nape of my neck “I have so much planned for you. But, I’ll be generous and let you rest. For now.”
As he lifts his body off of me, I’m hit with the cold “Look at poor you, shivering. Don’t worry baby, I’m here.” Gwi nam lifts me up effortlessly and places me on the bed, climbing into next to me and pulling the covers over us. He then drags me to lay my head on his chest, the odd, faint but defiantly there, heartbeat gives me a weird soothing feeling.
The tears fall down my cheeks and onto his chest, body subconsciously snuggling into his warmth. “I.. hate you.” I hiccup tiredly, eyes drooping. He only sighs, stroking my hair, “Sleep.”
The snow falls onto the ground outside, heavily, soft flickering of the candles Gwi nam recently managed to get are the only things lighting this place up. Yet, even with the soft flames surrounding me, they offer no warmth.
“I’m back Princess.” Gwi nam’s quiet voice calls from the front door, “Welcome home.” I mumble, my body, reacting in the way that he’s trained it over the past four months, snuggles into his warmth when he wraps his arms around me from behind. “Did you get anything good?”
“Yes. I snagged some of these, your favourite.” I turn around to face him, a packet of my favourite crisps dangling from his hand. “Thank you handsome,” happy sounds vibrate from his throat as I place a kiss to his jaw, gently taking the food from his hand. “You’re welcome.”
Over the course of said four months, have been a constant battle. Yet, in the end, just like he said, I couldn’t fight any longer. Knowing it was just easier to give in and accept Gwi nam as my ‘partner’. I’ll be honest with you, I can’t really remember why I fought him so hard. Gwi nam says my slight memory loss is because I hurt my head really bad.
Anyway, the past three weeks I have noticed a difference in Gwi nam’s behaviour. He’s more alert then usual, quick to come to me when I call him, more.. ‘gentle’, and just all in all, different.
I won’t lie to you, it’s a good different. He treats me as if I’m glass. Even when we’re making love, he isn’t as rough— yes, it’s still there, but just not as much as it usually is. I’m not complaining though.
“I also got some more thicker blankets for us.” He states proudly, taking it out of the bag I found stashed under the bed and gave to him. “You did so good Gwi nam.” His lips curl up into a precious smile, “I know. Come, I have a feeling it’s going to be colder tonight.”
Nodding in agreement with him and letting him lead me over to the bed, I’m quick to grab the other blankets, wrapping them around us both as we settle into the bed. Gwi nam’s hand curls up and rests onto my hip, staying there.
It’s quiet, our breathing adding to the relaxing atmosphere. “You’re probably wondering why I’m.. acting weird.” He says, breaking the silence. I don’t say anything, letting him finish, “There was a team of military close to here, a few weeks back. I.. killed them. All of them. Stashed their guns somewhere incase we need them but.. before you get angry, I had too. I usually leave the military alone seeing they don’t come near us that much…”
“You’re rambling,” I mutter, wanting him to cut to the chase. “Yeah, yeah…” he scoffs, “I can’t let them get to you now. Especially, now. No one will enter our kingdom y/n, not without losing their lives. We’re gods of our own world. This, world. It was meant to happen, this whole thing. I know it was. It was to bring you to me, finally.”
‘He’s rambling again.’
“… I first heard the heart beat in the second week. It was faint but.. there, alright. And then I started noticing your body changing, even before you did. Boobs getting swollen, crying more—“ the more he goes on, the more my stomach drops, “You mentioned to me awhile ago, the reason why you might not be coming on your period, that it being down to stress. But, it’s not stress y/n.”
My hand slowly balls into fist as it sinks in,
‘I didn’t want my first thought to be this, because a lot can cause you to stop having a period. I was praying, it wasn’t this.. maybe in the future like, seeing as my not only my partner but my protector, we’re too young. And.. given the circumstances...’
Choosing not to say anything however, I get my head comfy on his chest and close my eyes, praying that this is all a dream.
• third POV •
“I didn’t know I was still class prez.” Nam-ra smiles, keeping a small distance from the group. On-jo walks closer to her, a hopeful look on her face. “Nam-ra,” she begins, Cheong-San moving to stand beside his girlfriend “Have you.. seen her? Surely she would’ve escaped?”
The group goes quiet, waiting for Nam-ra’s answer.
She inhales deeply, wondering if she should tell the group the devastating truth that not even she, wants to believe. Or a painfully sweet lie.
After the whole thing of the group escaping and Nam-ra deciding it was best she stayed back, she wandered for a bit until she found more hambies. People who didn’t want to cause harm to others. And a month into everything, she came across an area that was completely void of any zombies. Yet, two familiar scents lingered in the air. One of them fills her with hope whilst the other one, dread.
“I don’t know for sure, but I caught onto a familiar scent. But.. it’s really weird. It smells like her but.. not.. I don’t know, any amount of searching I’m doing, I’m coming up empty handed.” The group is silent for a moment, letting the new information sink in. “Surely… she got away from Gwi nam?” Hyo-Ryung comments timidly, trying not to think the worst for her friend.
“Again, I don’t know. If I find anything else, I’ll be sure to tell you all. But.. for now.. I better get back. It was.. nice seeing you all again.” She smiles, “Nam-Ra, wait.” Su-hyeok is quick in calling her “Can I talk to you?”
• Normal POV •
This is my life now. Walk around, try and do some dusting, read the same book over and over again, stand by the window for hours or lay in the bed, snuggled and warmed up. These are all the things I do to keep myself entertained while I wait for my dear, dear Gwi nam.♡
Pretty busy if you ask me.
But today, I’m laying in bed with the blankets wrapped around me tightly. I don’t know how long it’s been since Gwi nan left for his.. ‘run’, but it feels a minute too long.
My eyes close, snuggling deeper into the warmth provided by the soft things. My ears alert of any telltale sign of Gwi nam’s return. But it’s quiet. Not even a bird. Usually there’s the odd bird here and there but other than that? Nothing, animals steer clear of Hyosen. Knowing, by instinct, something terrible still lingers here.
And that’s what’s made me worry. That odd bird, isn’t here today and that isn’t a good sign. Which only means two things Zombies or Gwi nam. I’m hoping it’s the second one.
Deciding to cover myself completely to maybe try and muffle my breathing, I’ve noticed a change within myself. Since Gwi nam confirming my worries to be true, I’ve been more alert of noises— more paranoid of things. Flinching at loud noises that happen outside. Gwi nam obviously searches for the noise, and of course, it’s just another brainless thing that he’s quick to kill. But.. the paranoia is still there. They’re, still there.
‘Maybe that’s why Gwi nam is more.. quiet in his movements. More.. ‘softer’, if you will.’
I sit up in the bed with a sigh, the book beside me rests there. Tempting me to read it for the upmost time. And I do, getting my back comfy against the head board, making sure I’m covered with blankets and I begin my dive back into The World of Crime.
However, after a few long minutes of reading and a few chapters in, the creaking of the front door swinging open makes me pause. I listen for any dragged feet movement but, nothing.
‘That, is most defiantly, not Gwi nam, he always says I’m home.’
Hating the fact that I’m completely vulnerable without Gwi nam’s protection, I don’t even have a weapon to defend myself and I quote, because I don’t need one, nothing will get in here and we’re on the fifth floor. Gwi nam’s words not mine.
His cockiness is probably going to be the death of me and my unborn child. But, I have faith in him nonetheless. He’s my partner after all.
The grip on my book tightens with anticipation, hoping that it is Gwi nam and that he’s just playing a sick joke on me. I keep my eyes trained on the door waiting for whatever’s behind it, to burst through and kill me in the most brutal and unexplainable way.
However, the bedroom door’s handle is quietly turned and the door is pushed open. The candles light up black shoes with white socks, bare legs that lead up to a green skirt and an oversized jacket.
A girl. Stands there in the doorway with a shocked look on her face, she looks familiar but, not at the same time. “Y/n,” she breathes and I frown,
“Who are you and how do you know my name?”
Tumblr media
👀.👀
straysugzhpe © all rights reserved — these are all works of fiction written by me. do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on anything. If you see my work on anything else, it’s been copied without my permission. If so, please tell me so I can report it. (And cry)
1K notes · View notes
dramastream · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
EYE FOR AN EYE│All of Us Are Dead (2022 – ) dir. Lee Jae Gyoo
318 notes · View notes
poisonedprose · 1 year
Text
₊˚✧ touchy, feely
yoon gwi-nam x gn!reader
warnings: pre apocolypse, nsfw, perverted nsfw, uncommon pet names (babydoll, lollipop), curse words
masterlist
based off perv but can be read as a stand alone
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
You were stood between two tables in the lunch room. Your friends chatting to you about their previous classes. The room was loud, everyone having the same idea as you and your friends. 
You gasped when you felt hands graze your waist and a hardened object on your ass. "Sorry, babydoll." You recognized the voice that belonged to Gwi-nam. His mouth hovered over your ear after whispering his apology. 
He took his time squeezing past you through the tight space. "You coulda said 'xcuse me." You bit your lip and tried not to acknowledge the uncomfortably hard object. "You were just so interested in your conversation, I didn't wanna interrupt." 
He finally slid past you, his hands no longer on your waist, but they still felt like they were. "Sorry, lollipop." He winked. "It's okay." You quietly forgave. He turned around, heading to where he was going before your exchange.
You watched as he talked to his same jerkass group. He looked over at you while he was mid-conversation and you quickly looked away, with a blush coating your cheeks. You could feel the smirk he was sending toward you burn into your body.
758 notes · View notes
willori-writings · 1 year
Text
Hidden in a classroom together.
Yoon gwi-nam x gn!reader
Warnings:fluff, cringe(?), cute stuff, cold but soft gwi-nam, blood(ig?), swearing/language
Tumblr media
I was currently running as fast as i can and trying my hardest to avoid getting bit by zombies. I was hoping and trying to find an empty classroom to stay for awhile. I got separated from the group a little more than a while ago, I kept running until i found an empty room, a music class quite like room. I went in and closed the doors as soon as possible and blocked it with chairs and tables but while doing so, a mirror dropped and shattered. I looked around for any signs of zombies, and nothing.
As i was finished i sunk down to my knees and cried for some time until i set my hand down on my side and surprise, surprise, there was shattered glass from the mirror that fell from the wall earlier. Oh great.As i looked down on my hand there was so much more blood than i thought and it was stinging so bad, i looked around for something to wrap it up in until i hear a clink on the window.I looked at where the sound came from and was shocked to see, Yoon gwi-nam?! Wait, he was still alive? I asked myself while looking at him opening the window.
I step backwards and try to look for something to protect myself with, and i found a big piece of shattered glass on the floor. I quickly picked it up and pointed it to gwi-nam who was now inside of the classroom, oh jeez why does this guy look like that?
"What do you want?!" i asked him harshly, still pointing at him with the glass in my hand.
"Nothing, really. I just smelled something really sweet, so i followed it. Then it lead to me, finding you so, yeah." he said looking at me with the same cold expression he always has everytime.
"How did you smell me? That's just fucking weird."
I said with a lace of aggressiveness still prominent in my voice.
"Did you get bit or anything? I asked him my voice getting more defensive.
"Yeah, i did actually." he asked still with the same expression as before. As he slowly walked towards me.
"What the fuck?! Stay away!" i asked getting more nervous and aggressive while pointing the glass at him.
"Hey, hey calm down okay? I got bit like two hours ago, im fine alright? Im immune." he said looking at me with a genuine expression this time.What the hell did he just say, he's immune? No, that can't be right in any way hell no.
"Hell no! Why should i believe you? Asshole!!" i yelled at him, and his expression quickly dropped.
"What the fuck did you just call me?" he said looking directly at me, it sent shivers down my spine.
"Asshole! You're an Asshole!!" i said still pointing the glass at him. He quickly went towards me and grabbed the piece of glass throwing it on the ground and it shattered of course, there goes my weapon. Im so done for.
"Listen here sweetheart, im not gonna eat you or anything, i went here cause i heard crying and smelled something sweet. My senses are higher than the average senses of a human being, but i can still control myself, don't worry ok?" he said genuinely, that was new but i can't help but feel the tingling feeling in my heart when he gave me that nickname.
"O-ok, i believe you i guess" i said still flustered by the nickname, he looked down on my hand and saw blood. He gently touched my hand and brought it up to his face for inspection. He took of the pieces of glass stuck in my hand and let go of my hand for a second, ripping a piece of his shirt underneath the white jacket he had on and wrapped my wound in it. His actions caused a bunch of butterflies to erupt in my stomach, he was being so gentle and nice, which was something i would least expect from gwi-nam, but im not complaining.
"Hey sweetheart, have you eaten yet?" he asked me.
"Uh not yet, i wasn't able to find anything cause zombies would pounce on me if i went out alone."
"Here, take it." he said handing me a bag of food where did he get this from and why is he giving it to me?
"Uhm, thank you, why did you give it to me though. Are you not hungry?" i asked him, he nodded his head slightly.
"Yeah, im not hungry and i eat human flesh now."He said looking at me.
"You're not gonna eat me, are you?" i asked him, slightly nervous of his response.
"Nah, im full and i wouldn't want you to die anyway." he said looking at me in the eyes.
"You, don't want me to die?" i asked him, he nodded his head no with a slight smile and pink hue on his face. I crawled over to him and pulled him into a tight embrace. He froze in his place unable to move. I pulled away and looked in his eyes.
"Why wouldn't you want me to die? I mean don't you like, despise me or something?" i asked him holding his shoulders. He avoids my eyes as he rambled.
"Because i like you alright? I wouldn't want you to die because who would i annoy now? Who would i admire in class? Who would i love now? I just wanna protect you." he said, daring to look into my eyes, he saw shocked expression on my face but quickly faded into a grin.
I grabbed his face and kissed him, his lips were cold against my warm ones but it still felt, good and passionate. I pulled away to look in his eyes but only to be interrupted by him pulling my face again for another passionate kiss. We both pulled away for a breather.
"I, like you too gwi-nam" i said with a grin on my face and pulled him in for another kiss, i felt him smile against my lips, i felt my heart melt at that and we both spend the rest of our time in each others presence, while still trying to survive the zombie outbreak.
Second writing, this is a bit more longer than my past one so, i hope ya guys like it!^^
239 notes · View notes
victorianera · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Yoo Insoo x Luxury
53 notes · View notes
stxrryk · 1 year
Note
Gwi-nam with a reader who’s very touchy? Like she can’t get her hands off him TYTY <3 😇
yes, I wrote it the way you wanted it or I thought it was fine. a little short, here!♡
Tumblr media
— drabble gwi-nam x fm!reader | master list
—⁠☆—cw: swearing(not too bad), mild violence.
Tumblr media
—★—⁠
Tumblr media
Again everything happened. As you gently waved at Gwi-nam, he just ignored you rolling his eyes, which by the way you were already out of sight. As usual, you prepared lunch for the break, properly separating the portion for you and the boy. "Good, here it is!" Lifting your hands, you gave a sincere smile to Gwi-nam, who looked at you with displeasure and arched an eyebrow, returning his attention to the food in the bowl. Maybe he would accept it if you complimented him, by the way, you had very silly ideas just like he thought. Before you could say a word he had yanked the bowl out of your reach at the same time an evil smirk was on his face, taking advantage of the situation and eyes glazed over you, waiting for some move to make. Agreement. . with what the bully wanted. But nothing turned out as he had hoped, you put absolutely all your effort into the cafeteria, seeing all the people and students around you laughing and whispering, stopping to think, you were just a lovesick fool. You thought. So you were standing there with your eyes full of tears, which looked like they were going to fall at any moment, not that that was important to anyone right now, let alone you. For a while, the smile still remained on Yoon gwi-nam's face, but it soon disappeared when you noticed the damage he did to you. Well, you even thought he had feelings for you, however now it made sense that you would never end up in a relationship. "Sorry." You shook your head in disgust, quickly walking the fuck out of that place, ignoring other people's thoughts of you thereafter. And him too.
145 notes · View notes
nessinborderland · 2 years
Text
Live Undead (03)
Pairing: Yoon Gwinam x Reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, Dark fic
Word Count: 5,7k
Summary: You knew he was bad, and you knew it was bad to tell him no. Still, you did. And you will come to regret it.
Warnings⚠️ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Zombie Apocalypse, Mild Gore, Bullying, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, monster fucking?, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Sexual Harassment, Oral Sex, Blood, Toxic Relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Light breeding kink, Forced Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Trauma, Grief/Mourning
Notes: Here it is, part 3! Sorry for any mistakes, I might come back to edit this further during the weekend. Comments and reblogs are, as always, extremely welcome and appreciated <33 much love, till next time! Enjoy <3
Part 2 | AO3 | Masterlist | FAQ | Buy me a coffee! | Discord server | nessinborderland reader’s form
Tumblr media
Heaven.
Purgatory.
Hell.
Sometimes you wondered where you were exactly; this couldn’t be the real world, could it? If you were in Heaven, then religion was nothing but a cruel joke, with everything about it being an awful lie. If this was Purgatory, then you were afraid to find out what Hell actually looked like. If this was Hell then… yes, you wouldn’t be surprised if Hell looked like this – you would just like to know what you had done to deserve such a fate.
Sometimes you even wondered if they were all the same; just a mess of spiritual realities where nothing was real but everything felt too real. Either way, it didn’t matter, not anymore.
Not since the dead refused to stay dead and the boy you grew up with and had once considered a friend was now the monster of your nightmares, both asleep and awake. He was there when you opened your eyes – always close, always demanding, always watching – and he was there when you closed them, now in the form of the rotting monster you knew he was on the inside as much as he was on the outside.
Frankenstein Monster, you had called him once under your breath. Because, in a way, that’s what he reminded you of. Because he was a man that wasn’t a man, dead but not really, and never for long. He looked like the Gwinam you used to know as much as he resembled the flesh-eating zombies that hunted you outside. And even then he was something else, something new, something you had no words to describe. So you called him your Frankenstein monster.
He was yours in a way, after all. As much as you were his, you supposed. His words, not yours.
These months with him had allowed you to learn three important things about Yoon Gwinam:
One, was that he could not die (you had tried to kill him only to regret it in the same breath);
Two, was that the boy you once knew died when the monster was born, and he was never coming back;
Three, and the most surprising at first, was that Gwinam craved love as much as he craved the flesh of the living.
The last one had been the hardest for you to realize, even when it seemed so obvious now as you looked into his good eye, his forehead pressed against yours as he moved in and out of you in slow, lazy thrusts. Of course the violent boy from a broken home wished for love and reassurance and compliments. It was present in every action he had when it came to you, even though he had no idea of that himself.
The way he was so eager to please you, always wanting to get a moan out of you, almost expecting you to kiss him and fuck him back with as much enthusiasm. The way he waited for your smile every time he brought you a new book or a snack, hesitantly smiling when you thanked him while looking oh so proud of himself, like a dog that had done a good job at getting its owner’s newspaper.
All of that would have been endearing and welcome if he hadn’t ruined your life.
Your brain and body seemed to forget it at times; you could get so wet and moan so loud when he was in you, get so anxious when he was away, hug him so tightly in your sleep. But your heart and memories hadn’t forgotten what he had done, how he had made you feel, how he still terrorized you and kept you as his prisoner every single day. He wasn’t your friend and he definitely wasn’t your boyfriend. He was your jailer, nothing else.
You would do well in remembering that.
I do. I won’t forget.
But you still felt something for him, not everything bad. You couldn’t stop yourself from caring, from wanting to please him back, from desiring him. He was slowly making his way into your heart and you were hesitantly but surely letting him in, even if the rational side of you knew that while your feelings felt real, they weren’t. They were nothing more than an illusion.
But sometimes living in fantasy was better than not living at all.
You moaned his name when you felt a rush of warmth inside you, his face buried in your neck while he came, strong hands firm but gentle on your skin as he kept your thighs open for him. Your body shook together with his from your most recent orgasm, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you shut them tight, trying not to let your emotions get the better of you.
He didn’t like it when you cried.
“You okay?”
His whisper in your ear made you shudder, and you nodded as you started petting his shaggy hair, fingers combing through the dark locks while he kissed your neck. He was still inside you but unmoving, and part of you hated how accustomed and comfortable you had grown to that position. It felt so nice to have his lukewarm body against you, his scent mixing with yours and the smell of sex. You were used to it now. You welcomed it, even.
“Still feeling sick?” he asked again, this time looking into your eyes. You could see the concern in his gaze, together with a care that would have given you butterflies in your stomach if that was actually possible at this point in your life.
“I’m better now,” you smiled, brushing his fringe off his face and uncovering his bad eye. The sight of it didn’t bother you anymore. “Just really tired.”
“Yeah, that’s my fault,” he chuckled, leaning over to kiss you on the lips with an intensity that would’ve made you squirm away only a few weeks ago. But now you accepted it, kissing him back like it was your only choice; which it was, in a way.
You felt guilty, and that was the truth. Guilty for hurting him and guilty for apologizing; none of which he deserved. Guilty for wanting him close and willingly giving yourself to him and enjoying it; all things he didn’t deserve either, after what he had done to you.
Neither of you had talked about that day, almost a month ago. If you could erase it from memory, you would have, shame sitting in your gut like a rotten meal as you remembered how you had acted, the consequences of those actions, and the aftermath – none of which you wanted to think too much about. You didn’t know exactly why he hadn’t touched the subject, but you were glad he hadn’t. That way you could pretend it never happened.
“What’s on your mind?” you asked late in the night, long after you had showered and cuddled off to sleep on the old mattress in the shabby studio apartment you shared since all hell broke loose.
The growl of zombies was almost loud in the dead night, but having Gwinam beside you always made you feel safe. You knew that no harm would come to you if he was close; unless it was by his hand, of course. You could still smell the candles that usually illuminated the room at night, now all blown off except for one single candle that made the apartment dance in small shadows. It was dangerous to keep it on while you slept, but the fire brought you a special comfort on the particularly cold nights that Gwinam couldn’t match even if he tried.
You knew he wasn’t asleep; he rarely did so for long and never too deeply. But this time, his fingertips drawing spirals on your back was what gave it away. Being only the two of you for months made you see and notice things about him you had never noticed before, and you knew for a fact that something was troubling him. If he wanted to share it or not, that was a different question altogether, but curiosity got the better of you.
“Nothing,” he shrugged, feather-like touch never stopping its path on your skin, “why do you ask?”
You sighed as you repositioned your head on his chest, gaining you time to choose your words wisely. You didn’t think you could ever stop fearing his reactions, especially when his unnatural heartbeat reminded you of what he was.
“You’ve been… upset lately. Nervous.” You bit your lip as you said the next words, “Did I do something wrong?”
“What?” he huffed, sounding surprised. “No, it’s not you, I just…” you moved to stare at him in the dark, watching as his shadow shook his head and let out a sigh “… everything’s fine. You have nothing to worry about.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, why would I lie to you?” You were glad he couldn’t see the look of distrust in your eyes. “You’re fine, we’re fine. There’s just some shit I gotta deal with, but I’ll fix it, okay?”
“Are you sure?” Something in his tone didn’t let you drop the subject. You wanted to hear what he wasn’t saying. Foolish hopefulness, you knew, but what else was keeping you alive at this point. “Is it the others again?”
You knew of others like Gwinam; humans that weren’t really human. That, like him, existed in a constant limbo between life and death. They weren’t much different from the zombies that roamed the streets, as far as you were concerned.
Now humans? The military even, maybe? That could mean good news to you. They could mean freedom. That or a new kind of hell, but you didn’t want to consider the possibility.
“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll take care of it, yeah?” you felt his hand gently but firmly push your head to lay back on his chest, a clear sign that the conversation was over. “Hey, remember when we first met? Under the slide?”
Your eyes widened at the sudden change of subject, and you bit your lip before deciding to let go of whatever was stressing him; pressing him on would only make him angry.
“Yeah,” you nodded, remembering that morning, “you cursed me off and threatened to beat me if I told anyone I saw you crying. Then we walked to school together and you bought us dalgona.”
The memories from that day were still clear in your mind. You hadn’t met him before that rainy morning, but you had seen him at the park, usually well after dark and by himself, tall for a kid but a kid nonetheless. You wondered sometimes if you hadn’t shown him kindness that day if things would’ve been different; maybe if you were never friends to begin with, he would’ve never noticed you. But helping the abused neighborhood kid in his time of need was never something you regretted, so you weren’t going to start now.
“Why do you ask, though?” you wondered when he said nothing else.
“I went by our old apartments today. I haven’t been there since the beginning and it’s all ruins now but…” he shrugged and let out a deep sigh, “I guess I just wanted to give it one last look. The slide is still mostly intact.”
You bit your lip as you controlled the will to ask about your home; was there anything left? A book, a piece of furniture, some old rag? Anything that reminded you of home? Any sign of your mom? You had been mourning her since the beginning of this nightmare – sure that she was dead – but you really wished you could be sure. Not thinking about her wasn’t as hard anymore, but you still caught yourself crying for her, wishing she was there to hold you, alive to save you.
A sob left your lips and you hurried to cover your mouth before another forced its way out, instinctively pushing yourself away from Gwinam as you felt his arms tense around you.
He didn’t like it when you cried.
“What the hell…” came his frustrated comment as he moved to sit up, pulling you with him. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I-I’m sorry, I just…” you were interrupted by another sob, hiding your face in your hands as Gwinam tried to force you to lock eyes with him. You didn’t want to look at him right now. You didn’t want him to touch you. “P-Please stop, I’m- I’m fine!”
“Then why the fuck are you crying?”
You had hurt him, you noticed by his tone. You haven’t meant to bat his hands away or talk to him like that, but you didn’t want him close right now. You looked at him, one side of his face barely visible in the low light, the glint of his good eye focused on you, brows furrowed. He was mad.
Apologize.
“I’m s-sorry,” you said followed by a low sob. “I just… I miss my mom so much.”
“I know you do,” comforted Gwinam with a squeeze on your shoulder. Then, “But I’m here for you, aren’t I? Just like you were there for me then. We only need each other. No one else.”
His words made your heart race and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from fury; how could he say something like that when seeing you cry about your mother? You wanted to scream at him, curse him back to the hell he came from. But all you did was unclench your jaw before you said something you would regret.
“Of course,” you said instead of the thoughts going through your mind. “I still miss her, that’s all.”
Gwinam said nothing to that, pulling you to lay back down with him, a large palm petting your hair back until all your anger and sadness simmered down and all that remained was the tiredness of yet another stressful day. Your eyes were heavy with sleep, but you still understood him when he spoke next, words so softly spoken you wondered if you were even supposed to hear them.
“You were my first real friend, you know that?”
You hummed; you knew it to be true, even if sometimes it was hard to believe.
“Do you think things would’ve been different if I hadn’t fucked it up?”
“I don’t know…” This time you found the words to answer, even if you were barely conscious. “It doesn’t matter now.”
“Still I… I want you to know that I regret it.”
Which part? You wanted to ask. Regretting being a shitty friend to you? For raping you? Hurting you? Traumatizing you? Kidnapping you? You could go on the list of bad things he had done. If he had considered you such a friend, why had he ruined your friendship? Why had he bullied you relentlessly for years? Why was he doing this to you now? You didn’t understand any of it and it was beyond frustrating.
So you said nothing to that, choosing instead to keep quiet. You were glad when he said nothing else either, and soon you were falling into a restless sleep.
Tumblr media
You opened your eyes with a grunt, covering them when the sunlight inundating your room was too much in your still drowsy state. The empty spot beside you on the bed was empty, sheets ruffled around your body and his pillow pressed against your back. You knew then that he wasn’t in the apartment. If he was, he would’ve been in bed next to you, waiting for you to wake up.
A squinted look around confirmed your suspicions, and you sighed as you stood up and made your way to the bathroom, a look at the clock on the wall telling you it was a little past nine in the morning.
You tried not to get too restless during his absence — choosing to focus on cleaning, cooking, or reading a book instead — but it was hard when you felt so unsafe by yourself. What if zombies broke in? What if he didn’t come back? What if he did? Still, you knew it wouldn’t last; he always came back soon after you woke up like he sensed you were waiting for him. It was both a comfort and a source of anxiety, especially because you never knew exactly what you were supposed to want.
Escaping was always in the back of your mind, like a scratching thought that made you look at the locked front door more times than you cared to count. You told yourself it was because you were waiting for Gwinam’s arrival, but you knew the truth; you were just gathering enough courage to touch that doorknob again, pry it open somehow, and make a run for it.
But fear stopped you from acting, the memories of that day just weeks ago still fresh in your mind; you had been so close to dying.
Coward, the survival in you accused, better dead than this.
Was it, though? This wasn’t always bad. He wasn’t always bad. Gwinam was temperamental, violent, obsessive, and sometimes bordered on paranoid with you often taking the burden of his volatile behavior. But he also knew how to be caring and gentle, with small demonstrations of love that left you so confused and surprised you often had no reaction. You knew that his few qualities didn’t make him a good person, but it was so hard not to ignore the bad for the good sometimes…
Even if you escaped, where were you supposed to go by yourself? You had no skills, no friends, no idea where safety was… you were better locked in this small apartment where your basic needs were guaranteed than risk the unknown.
You left the bathroom after going through your morning routine, glancing again at the clock to notice with frustration that a little over fifteen minutes had passed. You walked towards the window, looking outside at the cloudy sky, a chill running down your spine as you braced yourself in your warmest sweater; snow would be falling sooner or later.
“Where is he?…” you whispered to yourself, letting out a sigh before going towards the kitchenette to grab something to eat.
Not that you were very hungry in your nervous state, but you had to keep yourself busy somehow, and peppermint tea usually calmed your upset stomach. You also weren’t surprised when an annoying but familiar migraine started at the sides of your skull, making you wish more than ever that you could just go back to bed and relax until the discomfort passed. But you knew you couldn’t; not while he was gone.
So you made your tea in the small camping stove that Gwinam had gotten for you, using the extra hot water for a water bag that you hugged against yourself as you sipped on your tea and munched on some cookies while you waited for the front door to open.
You felt like a dog with separation anxiety, and the thought would’ve made you laugh if it wasn’t so damn accurate. It made you hate yourself just a little more than you already did.
A sudden noise from downstairs made you jump in place, and you rushed to stand up — panic making your heart race — at the same time, Gwinam came through the door, wild stare searching the room before finding you.
“Gwinam—” you barely got to say his name before he practically ran in your direction, hugged you, and dragged you into the bathroom before closing the door, a hand covering your mouth before you had the time to ask what was going on.
You didn’t have to ask, as the far-away sound of a helicopter made you freeze and listen, wide eyes looking into Gwinam as his trembling hand pressed ever harder against your face, his firm hold keeping you locked in place as he also listened, furrowed brows and tense shoulders showing you how scared he was.
“Don’t you make a sound,” he whispered, a warning clear in his tone, “I can hear them. They’re close by…”
Your hands grabbed his in a silent plea for him to uncover your mouth, but he didn’t budge — like he hadn’t even noticed your gesture — so you gave up and tried your best to breathe calmly through your nose.
What could be happening to make Gwinam this nervous? The only possibility that made sense — also giving the helicopter — was that the military was close. You knew how much he feared them; how could he not when they were the only ones capable of killing him for good?
It felt like hours before Gwinam finally dropped his palm from your mouth, arms still around you in a protective hold. You kept quiet when he said nothing, the look in his good eye giving you the impression that he wasn’t there with you, probably still focusing on whatever sound you weren’t capable of listening to.
“What is going on?” you hesitated before whispering in the lowest tone you could manage.
“Military,” he replied, still not looking at you, “they’re cleaning up the streets. I think they saw me.”
“Did they follow you?”
“I- I’m not sure,” he looked at you then, a new kind of apprehension in his eyes, “but I think we need to leave.”
You followed him as he exited the bathroom and carefully took a look outside before grabbing a near backpack and throwing it at you. You grabbed it without actually thinking about it, staring at him with mouth agape as he started to frantically fill the bag with your stuff.
“Leave? What do you mean ‘leave’?” This was the only safe place you knew. “Where will we go?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll find us a place. Maybe the mountains…”
“The mountains?! Gwinam, is getting colder, how will we—”
“Listen, it doesn’t matter, okay? I’ll find a way.”
“But maybe they can help? We don’t have to run away…”
“What do you mean ‘help’?” His change of tone made you flinch and take a step back. “Do you have any idea of what they will do to us? Do to me?”
You knew. You had dreamed about it, the moment when the military would show up and save you from him, make him pay for what he had done to you. You knew. Part of you wanted it to happen.
“I- I just thought that maybe,” you licked your lips as you felt panic grow in your chest, “maybe we could—”
“Maybe you could what, uh?” his snarl made you jump away from him, “have them take you away from me? Kill me? Is that what you want?”
“No, I didn’t mean—”
“That’s not gonna happen, you hear me?” You could feel how angry he was, all that anger focused on you. “Have you forgotten that I can’t die?”
You let out a startled yelp as he gripped your wrist with enough strength to make you double over in pain. You released the bag as you scratched him in an attempt to have him release you, but with no success as he threw you on the bed, body going over yours.
“Do you wanna leave?” he was so close the tip of his nose brushed yours, his hands keeping you down by your wrists. “Is that what you want? Go back to your miserable human life, all by yourself, with zombies on your tail? Your mom is dead, your friends are dead, you only have me, don’t you get that? Why don’t you get that?”
You were hyperventilating now, already regretting your words. Things were going so well, why did you have to screw everything up over false hope? You had it coming, whatever it was he had planned to do with you in his anger.
“I’m sorry, please, I didn’t mean it like that!” you were full-on sobbing now, shaking your head as you begged him to understand. “I- I don’t want any of that, you got to believe me.”
His hands released you, and you immediately cradled his face in your palms even though he was already moving away, his face frozen in a scowl as you desperately pressed your lips against his in small pleading kisses he didn’t acknowledge. “P- Please believe me,” you kept saying in between sobs, pulling him closer. “I don’t want them to kill you or hurt you, I just want to leave this place, please-”
“Leave this place or leave me?”
You didn’t have an audible answer to that; not when you thought loud and clear: You, I want to leave you, please let me go!
“I see.”
He was out the door before you had time to process it, leaving like a spirit in the cold morning, silently and like he hadn’t been there in the first place. You just stood there, kneeling on the mattress with tears streaming down your face as you stared at the door he had locked behind him. You were now alone once again. You hated being alone, but he rarely left you like this, never so soon after danger. You knew that you could count on him to hold you in his arms and keep you safe.
But not anymore, not now, and there was no one to blame but yourself.
Tumblr media
You waited for hours. You waited until you were dry heaving from crying so much, until your legs were cramping from pacing around the apartment like a caged animal, until your head felt like it was going to explode from how much it was throbbing in pain. You wanted to go after him, but that would’ve been suicide one way or another; it didn’t matter who caught you as soon as you were outside, you knew you would be as good as dead.
Part of you wanted Gwinam to never show his face again; dying alone and miserable was better than being with him. Was better than pretending to love him, than wanting to kill him but being unable to. But the survivor in you disagreed; she wanted to live, even if that meant living with him. Living because of him, for him.
You forced yourself to crawl from your lying spot on the bathroom floor back to your bed, sweat covering your body in a light sheen as you braced the walls and tried not to throw up once again; your stomach was long empty anyway, so you doubted you could. You also doubted you could cry more than you already did on a daily basis, but today had proved you wrong.
Gwinam didn’t bother announcing himself as he banged the door close behind him just as the sun was setting over the destroyed city of Hyosan.
His hands were on your face in what would’ve been a soft caress if it weren’t for the wet and sticky feeling you recognized as blood. The smell of iron filled your nostrils, making your body tense up with intense fear. It was too dark to see him clearly, but you didn’t need to see him to know that he had done something bad.
“Gwinam,” you whispered in a croaked voice, afraid to break whatever trance he was in, “what happened?”
He didn’t answer, and you didn’t dare repeat the question, gasping when his arms suddenly went around your body and pulled you into a hug, almost making you gag as the sickening scent of death got stronger.
“Do you love me?” He asked against your breast bone, his voice barely audible.
The sudden question surprised you, and you were at a loss for words, struggling to find an answer that wasn’t an outward lie. But your head and heart hurt too much for lies right now.
“I… I would like to,” was your answer. It was the truth. Loving him would’ve been easier, but you couldn’t. Not really.
“But you don’t.” It wasn’t a question.
“I don’t.”
“Because of what I am…”
“No… because of who you are,” you corrected.
He huffed, an offended sound that he tried to disguise with humorless laughter.
“Am I really that bad?” You shrugged, and there was a long pause before he proceeded. “What if… what if I promised to change?”
“You can’t- you can’t change what you did, Gwinam,” you said, a lump forming in your throat. How could he believe that changing himself would change the past? He didn’t even deserve another chance after everything he had done.
“But if I could—”
“It’s too late—”
“Just give me a chance—”
“You can’t!” You snapped, pushing him away. “You raped me countless times, you kidnapped me, you threatened to kill me or leave me to die more times than I can count! You can’t change the past more than I can, Gwinam, you’re not a god! And I’m sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t enough to stop you from becoming this- this thing, but it’s not my fault I can’t like you back. It’s yours! You only got yourself to blame.”
You didn’t dare to breathe after what you had said, staring with mouth agape at Gwinam’s standing form, wondering if this had been the last straw. This was the last time he let you live after talking to him like that. Fuck it, you thought to yourself.
But the words he uttered, almost in a whisper, were far from everything you ever expected him to say or do.
“I’m sorry.”
He was sorry. But sorry wouldn’t erase your pain. Sorry was nothing but a meaningless word at this point.
“Sorry won’t change anything either.”
“So what will?”
“Letting me go.”
“No, you know I can’t do that.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
He shrugged, shaking his head. “I can’t let you leave me like this.”
“What did you do, Gwinam?” you asked again, voice apparently calm despite the trembles that shook your body like you had no control over your body.
“I killed them,” he said, a slight tremor to his voice, “if they found you, they- they would’ve—”
“Take me away from you?”
“They would’ve hurt you,” he brushed his hair out of his face, sticking it back with blood, “they would’ve locked us both in a fucking lab. I couldn’t let that happen.”
“You can just let me go, you don’t have to come,” you tried to reason with him. “You don’t have to get hurt.”
“You don’t understand. Even if you go alone…”
Something in his voice made you freeze, and a wave of anxious nausea washed over you, like you knew he was about to deliver bad news. News that wasn’t exactly news, not when you knew what he meant.
“What do you mean?”
“I can hear it, Y/N… the heartbeat.”
He didn’t clarify; he didn’t have to. You knew. Not for a fact, but it was a thought that had constantly been in the back of your mind for the last few weeks. It was inevitable, just nature taking its course in circumstances out of your control. Of course this was bound to happen, but it was always a problem that you pushed towards future you. But now you were future you and that problem was now.
“Are you sure?” you asked, your voice barely audible above the humming in your ears.
“Yes, but I can get you a- Y/N?”
You turned your back to him as you walked towards the terrace, desperately in need of fresh air. When you thought that things couldn’t get more fucked up, life came and proved you wrong. What were you supposed to do now? Leaving by yourself meant death, leaving with Gwinam meant another kind of prison, and staying… staying was like you weren’t even trying anymore. And you had to try. You didn’t want this, this life that he had forced upon you. And you definitely didn’t want whatever was growing inside you, even if it was part of you.
“Hey, don’t you turn your back on me, let’s talk about this—”
“Don’t touch me!” you screamed when you felt his cold grip on your wrist, forcefully pulling you to him. You pushed him away as strongly as you could, pushing yourself against the half wall that separated you from a possible deadly fall. “Stay away from me!”
“Watch it,” he warned through gritted teeth. “Let’s talk about this, no need for you to act like this.”
“Don’t tell me how I should feel!” you screamed back, pointing a finger at his chest. You couldn’t breathe, your heart feeling like it was going to explode out of your chest. You raised a hand over your face, sobbing as you doubled over like you were in pain. “This is all your fault!”
“Yeah, it is, and I’m here fucking admitting it,” he spoke back in a rushed tone, “This shitshow is all my fault, there, happy now?”
“You… I- I can’t-” you struggled to say as you felt your lungs closing in on themselves. You knew in the back of your mind that you were having a panic attack, but you couldn’t for the life of you calm down and be logical about it. Nothing about your situation was logical or bearable. Every part of it was a nightmare and you wanted to wake up. “I can’t breathe.”
You barely reacted when Gwinam carried you inside, laying you down on the bed before cradling your face in his hands, forcing you to lock eyes with him.
“I know I’ve done a lot of wrong shit, but I’m not letting you leave me,” he said in a stern tone, “and that’s just something you’ll have to suck up whether you want it or not, understood?” You couldn’t say anything in response, your gasping breaths and sobs being the only thing you could possibly do in your pain. “Now I need you to calm the fuck down and listen to me. No, look at me… you’ll be okay, I’ll make sure of that, you understand? I’ll take care of everything, all you gotta do is be a good girl and do as I say. Okay?” You nodded and he dried your tears. “Good, now breathe for me. Slowly, that’s it… in and out… in and-”
You heard it at the same time he did. It was impossible not to as the blast of gunshots exploded your window into tiny pieces, the burning pain of glass and something else penetrating your skin making you scream before you were engulfed by dreamless unconsciousness.
---
Part 4->
851 notes · View notes