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MY BELOVED !

— they recognize one of the zombies as their girlfriend

pairing! aouad men x f! reader

warnings! zombies, blood, death, angst, swearing, hurt/no comfort, violence

note! this sat in my drafts for over a month 😭 i'm really sorry for not writing these days, school has been giving out tons of work lately and exams 😐 just happened a few weeks ago. writer's block added up to my problems too 🙄

LEE CHEONG-SAN

cheong-san and su-hyeok were fighting the zombies trying to get near them as the others attempted to open the rooftop's door when suddenly a familiar face came into view, cheong-san froze when he saw yoon gwi-nam holding his now infected girlfriend by the collar of her uniform, he turned to the group who was trying to open the door as he tried to convince himself that he's just hallucinating.

but luck wasn't on his side as he didn't spot her, while gwi-nam smirked devilishly "what kind of boyfriend are you? leaving your girlfriend there to turn into one of them" the bully says as the other man's breath hitched, this caught the attention of the rest of the group, as they all turned around to see y/n in gwi-nam's hold.

gwi-nam threw the girl towards cheong-san as she tried to bite her boyfriend, gwi-nam squatted beside them and pushed y/n's head close to cheong-san's neck while he tried to take cheong-san's eye.

y/n was suddenly pulled back by su-hyeok causing her to get thrown towards the wall, su-hyeok was about to throw her off when cheong-san stopped him "NO! DON'T YOU DARE HURT HER YOU ASSHOLE! GIMME HER" cheong-san attempted to take his girlfriend out of his friend's grasp but it was no use as gwi-nam suddenly pulled cheong-san back towards him "YOUR SWEET LITTLE Y/N IS NOW DEAD! SO JUST GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING EYE ALREADY" su-hyeok took the opportunity and threw her back into the crowd of zombies

HAN GYEONG-SU

it happened in the science lab. when they all entered and he locked the door, he went to hug his girlfriend but to his surprise she wasn't there. looking around he didn't see a glimpse of her at all

"hey hey- where the hell is y/n?!" everyone panicked at his words and began to look around and even under the tables "crap. fuck...fuck fuck fuck she's not here"

he turned around to the door's window and there he got a glimpse of his grey hoodie that she borrowed in the morning. gyeong-su felt his heart drop when he saw the heart shaped necklace dangling around the zombie's neck, it was the necklace he gave y/n for her birthday.

he walked towards the door and put his hand against the glass, tears that he was trying so badly to hold back were now starting to fall "y/n...i'm sorry. i'm sorry for not protecting you. i'm sorry for breaking our promise" the group stared at him with sadness filling their eyes

"cheong-san...will you do me a favor?" he asked while his hands slid down the door's 'handle' making his best friend panic "hey! what the hell are you planning?!"

gyeong-su shook his head as a bittersweet chuckle left his lips "i'm going for y/n ok? you...survive with the others! so do me a favor and close the door as quick as you could" he smiled before opening the door just big enough for him to be able to get out but not enough for the zombies to go in

everything happened so quickly that cheong-san didn't even get a chance to speak but the last thing they saw was gyeong-su hugging y/n as the girl and other zombies bit him and while all that happened, gyeong-su was smiling as he pressed a kiss on his infected girlfriend's forehead

LEE SU-HYEOK

su-hyeok was holding cheong-san from behind to prevent him from running towards his infected mother but his grip weakened when he saw a familiar bracelet on the floor

completely forgetting the situation they're in, he takes the bracelet in his grasp and examines it and sure enough it belonged to his girlfriend. he stood up and looked around, hanging onto the last thin string of hope that his girl, the love of his life was still alive

but that string snapped when he turned around and saw a bloodied oh so familiar looking female zombie walking towards him, she's still pretty, that's the first thing that came to his mind when he saw her walking towards him

while the group was distracted and no other zombie seemed to noticed them he slowly walked towards y/n's figure, she attempted to bite him but someone suddenly hit her at the back of her head which startled him

when y/n's body fell he saw nam-ra holding a pipe, their class president leaned down and was about to break y/n's neck but su-hyeok stopped her from doing so

"don't" he exclaims and pulled nam-ra away from y/n's figure that was starting to stand once more, confusion was evident in nam-ra's face "spare her. we'll leave her here just- just don't kill her" su-hyeok says and pushed nam-ra to join the rest of the group that was now starting to run up the hill

a few zombies were starting to get near them but he took y/n's bracelet that fell on the ground and gave his infected girlfriend one last glance before running up the hill "i'm so sorry for not protecting you my love" he mutters to himself

YOON GWI-NAM

gwi-nam took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of blood and corpses. he looked around watching his infected schoolmates and classmates walk around the field, looking for something to eat

he laughed but when he heard a scream echo from the bathroom he felt as if he forgot how to breath, normally this won't affect him. he'd either laugh about how stupid the person is for screaming or run towards the sound to quench his thirst

but no, he didn't do any of those because the voice sounded awfully familiar and he didn't like it. not one bit.

slowly, he walked towards the bathroom.

"y/n?" he hears a thud along with soft growls which made him more worried than he already was. though it seemed impossible, he still had a small and thin string of hope

he was lost in trance, scared to go inside the female's restroom. but his train of thoughts were interrupted when someone bumped into his chest which caused him to look down, worry once again engulfing his body when he remembered what he went here for

his heart fell upon seeing her, his girlfriend.

she didn't deserve any of this. the world really is cruel. his first love, the first person who made him feel loved and appreciated had to experience all this torture while he just had to be lucky enough to be able to live.

sure, he felt happy being able to survive but what was he supposed to do? who was he supposed to protect? who was he supposed to love?

"why didn't i find you sooner, i'm a selfish bastard ain't i love?" he mutters to y/n who was plainly staring up at him after a few failed attempts of trying to go out of the restroom. he watched y/n stroll away, walking around the bathroom while he pushed the culprit that bit his beloved out of the room before shutting the door close.

he sat down and watched her walk around mindlessly, his head dropped down as tears started streaming down his blood stained face "fate is such a dangerous fucking game"

OH JOON-YEONG

due to the group being in such a hurry when entering the music room they failed to notice the two zombies inside, one being under the piano while the other was trapped to the corner by a table, cabinet and a few chairs

they were talking about what they were going to do with nam-ra. however while the others were arguing whether to kill her or let her stay, joon-yeong got distracted when he noticed the curtain that was somehow hanged in the corner slowly being pulled down

"hey guys- the curtain is-" his words caught the attention of the others but he stopped mid-sentence when the curtain fell. his mouth felt dry, shock engulfing him. it felt as if he was dumped with ice cold water when he remembered that his girlfriend ran after na-yeon, along with ms.park

the others were confused when joon-yeong's expression changed from being shocked, sad then irritated

there were tears in his eyes but the anger and irritation he felt for himself for allowing y/n to go out and na-yeon for probably killing his girlfriend

the others turned to look at where joon-yeong's gaze was, all of them practically turning into ice when they saw their now infected friend trying to get out of the restrains

nam-ra stood up and took a few steps near y/n. her breath hitched when she managed to smell na-yeon's scent from y/n's clothing

"na-yeon...she killed y/n" nam-ra confirms joon-yeong's suspicion making the said boy ruffle his hair out of frustration with tears streaming down his face as he did

it felt as if he was going nuts. he didn't know if it was from the pain or anger but he was sure that he wanted to kill someone and make their loved ones feel the exact pain he felt at the moment

JANG WOO-JIN

"i'm sorry" ha-ri says, she hugged her brother who was sobbing his heart out as he refused to believe what he just saw. his friends watched with sadness, they knew how much y/n meant to woo-jin considering how he never really stopped talking about her

woo-jin sobbed, memories with y/n replaying in his mind especially the last memory he spent with her

"WOO-JIN!" y/n yelled cheerfully when she spotted her boyfriend enter the gym, some of her teammates teased her while the others whined about wanting a supportive boyfriend as well

y/n just laughed at them and ran towards her boyfriend

"did you eat already?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around woo-jin's neck, the man nodded and raised a plastic bag near her face which contained her favorite beverage, a bottle of water and her favorite snack

woo-jin kissed her nose before her lips "here, i know you haven't yet" y/n lets go of woo-jin as she took the plastic from her boyfriend "thank you!" she exclaims

"don't go too hard on yourself alright? i have to get back to the classroom before class starts" he says, y/n nods with a smile. she was about to go back to her team but she noticed woo-jin staring at her with a mocking pout

she laughed and playfully rolled her eyes before kissing the man who did not hesitate to kiss back, they stayed like that for a couple of seconds before pulling away "love you" she whispers "love you too" and with that he walked back to his classroom with a smile

"what if...i stayed? what if i stayed here then maybe she would be safe in here!" he says between sobs, ha-ri could only stare at him. she wanted to tell him not to blame himself but she knew that her brother was too stubborn to listen to her because, he only listents and calms down when y/n assures him, she thought to herself as a tear made it's way down her cheeks

YANG DAE-SU

one of the things they didn't need during this kind of situation was to argue with someone but here they are arguing with coach kang

when coach kang caught a glimpse of dae-su he laughed mockingly before pointing at the student "you! you're- what's her name? AH! y/n, y/n l/n. you're her boyfriend right?" dae-su nodded, a sudden rush of worry and suspicion washing over him when coach kang mentioned her name

"what did you do to her?!" on-jo asked almost immediately which made coach kang smirk "oh nothing..i just bumped into her while she was running around the halls, looking for her lovely boyfriend"

it felt as if cold water had been poured down on him, he had had forgotten something in the classroom which is why he came back leaving y/n to wait for him in the cafeteria but it seemed that she ran out the moment she noticed some students acting weird

and after a few seconds of trying to process the situation the last bit of hope he had left when his friends didn't allow him to come out of the classroom the moment he entered as they assured him that y/n would be somewhere safe nearly snapped

"some boyfriend are you" coach kang mocked before his nose started to bleed, although he was already in the process of becoming a zombie it seemed that he was really determined to get into his students' heads as he said a few more words that could snap the students' string of hope

coach kang pointed at the door "look" they turned to where he was pointing at "it's her" and there revealed a teary eyed y/n but a look of relief was present on her face when her eyes came in contact with dae-su's

they quickly took the chairs and tables away from the door as coach kang started to turn before he bit min-ji on her lip. with cheong-san blocking coach kang, dae-su had to hold min-ji back from running towards their friends

dae-su threw min-ji to the ground before running towards the open door and dragging y/n along with them before she could protest. y/n's vision turned red making her halt, upon hearing a few growls that were getting near them at an awfully quick pace she placed a peck dae-su's lip before letting go of his hand

"stay safe for me ok?"

fear once again washed over him "what?"

"promise to stay safe for me" she repeated with a bittersweet smile as she pulled her sleeve up slightly to reveal the bite mark on her lower arm

"DAE-SU! Y/N! COME ON TO THE SCIENCE LAB!" woo-jin and joon-yeong yelled as they quickly walked down the stairs, y/n smiled and showed them the bite mark before running down the stairs and distracting the zombies that were on their way up

dae-su wanted to refuse, he didn't want to believe what was going on but with y/n shooting him a smile from down the stairs before completely becoming one of the infected he knew he had no choice

in the science lab, dae-su stared down at his fingers as y/n's words replayed in his head

promise to stay safe for me she didn't even ask it, it was more like she demanded it. he nodded to himself before he lets out a breath and he never breaks his promises. no wonder why y/n told him to promise, so he wouldn't give up

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please. horny. send asks pls. dom or sub idc <3

currently thinking abt cheongsan and suhyeok from all of us are dead 😰 theyre so cute and fucking attractive

and thinking abt enhypen as always

hiiii ; ) if this doesn't bother you plss smut dom cheongsan 😩

YOOOO IVE BEEN WAITING FOR ALL OF US ARE DEAD ASKS

it’s definitely more romantic love making rather than fucking, bc i feel like hes just romantic and soft like that 🥺

and this is an alternate universe where he is very much alive. not abt to have sex w a dead person are we

“fuck, i love you so much,” cheongsan caresses your naked body, slowly moving his hand to hold yours. he grabbed your hand and caressed it, giving kisses all around your neck as you sighed in ecstasy.

“are you okay with me doing this? we can stop right here if you want,” he held your cheek and waited for your consent. you only nodded.

“use your words, love,” he says.

“i’m okay,” you smiled at him. how did you ever get such an amazing boyfriend?

he thrusted into you, taking it slow so you can adjust to his size. he places tender kisses all over you, gently touching you and whispering praises into your ear.

“oh fuck fuck i’m close,” you moan, putting your arms around his neck to keep him close. he ruts faster into you, letting out gentle groans and whispered curses.

“me too,” he says, putting his thumb over your pearl and massaging it in a circular motion.

you cum simultaneously, the room filled with heavy breaths and “i love you”s .

cheongsan delicately wipes off your sweat, brushing the hair out if your face while he gets the sweat on your forehead. in return you wipe the sweat off his neck and face while he stares at you with the most adoration and love. you giggle at his cute smile, and kiss both of his dimples when you’re done.

the next few minutes, you guys just hold each other in complete silence, communicating through the tender caresses and loving eye contact. after all you’ve been through with him, it feels like a dream to be here with him. you never imagined that you would be this happy, it almost felt unreal.

and it is unreal, cause he’s dead :DDDDD hope you liked it 😰

pls give me some horny thoughts on all of us are dead 😩 esp suhyeok and cheongsan

or alternate universe where kpop idols are in all of us are dead 👀

ADDING ONTO SUCKING CHEONGSAN’S FINGERS,, he prolly makes you suck on them to prevent you from making any noises so no one can hear you two,, or he has one hand on your mouth and the other on your neck,, and if there’s a mirror he’d make you look at yourself 😀 oh my gejkwodod

and praises you for keeping quiet and being obedient,,, cheongsan can get it anytime he wants

hiiiiii I JUST GOT AN IDEA, what do you think are the AOUAD boys kinks : b

ok hmmm im gonna do cheongsan, suhyeok, gyeongsu, and gwinam because im most familiar with them

gwinam

that asshole is probably into some serious kinky shit like bondage and literal torture- and he would like denying your orgasm cause teasing you is so much fun to him. overall just the opposite of cheongsan

suhyeok

hes def a lil cocky, so maybe a light degradation kink, not too evident. wouldnt say hes a kinky one but def has a high sex drive. like yall just be fucking every night fr. he would be the type to lay back and watch you ride him w a smirk 😏

gyeongsu

u cannot convince me this dude isnt the biggest sub 😰 hes just so cute i cannot

he wouldnt admit hes a sub. he keeps up a rough facade so it takes time for him to finally break and start whining for you to touch him. he likes recieving praise and hes lowkey a pillow prince

he just loves being taken care of by you 🥺

cheongsan

my fucking bby hes my favoriteeee

hes just so romantic in bed i just know it

he likes praising you and overstimulating you. i imagine him saying like “shit youre so pretty like this, just give me one more” 💳💳💳 💥💥

and he for SURE gives THE best aftercare. im talking cuddles, lotion, snacks, water, candles, cleaning, pajamas, stuffies, everythinggggg

edging suhyeok in the broadcasting room but he has to be quiet and gets overwhelmed so he cries out of pleasure but he has to do it quietly and it ends with him biting his blazer that barely muffles his whimpers and sobs 💔

AAAAHH THIS IS SO HOT.

or u like put your fingers in his mouth to shut him up

hes so so close but he patiently waits for your permission to cum <3

— don’t care just missed you

cheong-san x gn!reader | 3.4k words

genre: horror, angst, comfort, then fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like, genuinely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lee Cheongsan.

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

But you were scared. And you missed him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then you ran and opened the door.

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

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

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

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

Oh. You understood.

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

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

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

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

He looked away.

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

“No, you’re not.”

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

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

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

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

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Kind of.”

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

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

“Yeah.”

“I might kill you.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I don’t want to kill you.”

“Then you won’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

“…[name].”

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

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

“I really want to bite you.”

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

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

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

“You as well!”

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

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

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

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

“Nothing. I’m just happy.”

“You’re an idiot.”

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

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

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

“I will.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— don't follow me

gyeong-su x gn!reader | 682 words

genre: angst, established relationship

warnings: swearing, major character death, blood, zombies and aouad stuff.

synopsis: it hurt to get bitten by a zombie, but not nearly as much as it hurt to see the person you loved most turn into one.

author's note: to all the people who requested for gyeongsu! <3 (on a real note i have less angsty stuff for him alright pls don't be angry)

“If there was a zombie apocalypse and I turned into a zombie,” Gyeongsu started, and you were already sighing and pinching the bridge of your nose, “would you still love me?”

“Are you that stupid?” you asked, slapping his shoulder gently, “Obviously.”

“Aww.” he cooed, then proceeded to fake a judgemental look, “You’d love a zombie. What a fucking idiot. Why am I dating you?”

“If you turned into a zombie I’d go down with you.”

He turned and looked at you with a quizzical look. You stared at him and laughed silently. “I’d die with you. Think 'd want to leave in a world filled with zombies without you? You idiot.”

“Gyeongsu, it’s okay, calm down, just–”

“Get away from me!”

He held the edge of the window, hands shaking and lip trembling on a sob. “I’ll just– I’ll just leave.” he paused to swallow thickly and nod, as if trying to reassure himself. “It’s okay. It’s fine. Thank you for– Thank you for everything.”

Cheongsan stared at him, hands balled into fists at his sides as he tried not to cry. He felt powerless. He couldn’t do a thing to help him. Everyone stood in a corner of the room, most of them crying or tearing up as they watched Gyeongsu struggle to reach the door.

Once he did, he looked up. You’d been standing there, arms crossed and leaning against it, waiting for him to come. He managed to get on his feet and gulped. “[name]--”

“It was really nice spending all this time with you, Gyeongsu-ya.”

“Don’t– Wait. No, don’t. You know that was just… A dumb joke. I just asked as a joke, it was months ago. Okay? Move. I need to leave.”

He looked so desperate for you to move and let him go alone that you almost reconsidered. Maybe this was selfish. Maybe it was selfless. Maybe it was no such thing. But you knew you didn't want to live knowing you'd watched Gyeongsu die and turn into a zombie, without having been able to help him in any way.

“You’ll leave, don’t worry.” you said, smiling. You moved aside to let him open the door and looked at everyone. “Thank you for everything.”

And you walked out. The moment it clicked that you were following Gyeongsu, Cheongsan along with everyone else ran to the door. They tried to stop you but you shut the door and held it tightly shut.

“[name], wait!” “Come back! “What the fuck are you doing? Open the door!”

You closed your eyes tightly and backed up against the door, putting all of your weight on it to prevent your friends from opening it. You didn’t mind, really. You told yourself this was fine. You weren’t lying when you told Gyeongsu you’d die with him. You really preferred it this way. But when you opened your eyes and saw his body contort painfully, blood pouring from his nose and red eyes, you choked on a silent sob. Then you coughed, finding it hard to breathe properly. It was time.

You let go of the door and grabbed his wrist, before running towards somewhere– anywhere. You weren’t far from the staircase, so you went there. You ran down the stairs, and tried to ignore the incoherent noises Gyeongsu was starting to make behind you. How limp his arm felt in your arm, before it started twitching forcefully. You managed to make it to the front of the school before he jumped on you and bit your shoulder. Your hand was still around his wrist, and you managed to move it towards his. Your fingers closed around his lifeless hand and you let your head fall back on the grass. The sky was dark, and it wasn’t very starry. You had tears in your eyes, and everything was blurry, and you laughed. You laughed because none of this made sense, and there wasn’t anything else you could do.

“Gyeongsu.” you said, swallowing thickly, “I really love you.”

And your hands started to twitch. It was the end, but it was okay.

Hambie | Gwi-Nam x Reader

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“Dae-Su, what the hell is a Hambie???”

“Oh, you know, a half-zombie.”

“What the fuck.. How did you even come up with that, dude?” Y/N laughed at Dae-Su, in which he responded back with a chuckle.

“Shit. I’m so bored.” Y/N said and everyone agreed with her.

She looked at Hyo-Ryong and Ji-Min chatting, she became sad because she technically wasn’t friends with anyone in the room, except Gyeong-Su, and well, he’s gone. She never really talked to Dae-Su or Cheong-San.

She stood up from her chair and looked out the window. Zombies were just tripping over each other which made her laugh. The other kids just looked at her like she was insane. How could anyone laugh in this situation? She has a dark sense of humor. She was about to tell Gyeong-su to come look but then she remembered, again. He’s gone. She looked away from the window and sunk down the wall.

She swore if Na-Yeon happens to survive this, she’d kill her herself.

With her knees to pulled to her chest, she began to cry.

She wiped the falling tears and stood up, “Who has a backpack?”

Everyone looked at her, “I do.” Hyo-Ryung says, “Why?”

“Because, I’m hungry, I’m sure everyone else is hungry. Since we can’t even get in that closet. I’m gonna go look for food for us.”

“Why are you insane?? You’ll die out there!” On-Jo shook her head in disbelief.

“And? I’ve got nothing else to live for.” Y/N shrugged and walked over to Hyo-Ryung.

Hyo-Ryung hands her the empty bag then hugs her, “I know we aren’t friends but good luck, please return safely.”

Y/N nods and heads out the window.

-

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Zombies chased after Y/N, even falling atop one another, trying to get through the cramped hallway.

Meanwhile, Gwi-Nam was asleep in a room that was empty.

Y/N becomes tired quickly, readjusting the straps on her shoulders.

She decides to look back, seeing maybe 20-30 zombies chasing after her, “fuck this,” she runs into the closest room and slams the door closed.

“Yah! Who are you?” Y/N froze when she heard an unknown voice. Seeing a broom next to her, she grabs it, and starts hitting whatever just talked.

Gwi-Nam was already getting aggravated, he grabs the broom from her, snaps it in half on his leg then throws it across the room.

Y/N is then pushed the against the wall. “Who. The. Fuck. Are. You?” He demanded.

Y/N gave him her infamous resting bitchface, “Get the fuck off me, you fucking stink.” She pushes him off of her.

Realization suddenly hit her, “Wait a minute, Gwi???”

She grabbed the bloody hambie and pulled him to her, “Oh my god, you’re okay.”

Gwi-Nam realized it was Y/N, “I wouldn’t say I’m okay, I’m fantastic. I’m a god.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I was bit, but I’m alive, sweetheart.” He let go of Y/N.

“A hambie!” Y/N laughed.

Gwi-Nam just deadpanned at her, “What the fuck.”

——

I’m sorry that this is so bad and short. I ran out of ideas for it. Might make a part 2 if I get enough feedback.

A little preview of my Gwi nam's fic

Maybe it will be posted on this weekend.

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"There you are." Gwi nam looked so scary and you knew at that exact moment how fucked up you were. He was no longer just a human, but a monster too. "It was pretty cool playing hide and seek, but that's enough now, don't you think?"

"Fuck you, I'll kill you if you come near me!" you raised the pocketknife in your hand threateningly, although you were trembling a little. Gui Nam's lips curved slightly in a mischievous smile.

"Silly girl, you can't kill me," his voice contained an explicit malicious tone, full of promises of the things he could and would do to you from now on. "Behave yourself and I won't hurt you. Otherwise, it will be much worse."

Not Enough Anymore

warnings: slightly angst, jealousy, cursing, kissing (may contain spelling errors, I’m not a native)

summary: you found yourself desperate for Cheongsan’s love. You wanted to kiss him, touch him, hold him, declare your feelings for him. However, you decided to keep everything inside of you, thinking that it would be better than being rejected… until that day when the worst happened and Cheongsan’s best friend, Gyeongsu, found out about it.

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Being Lee Cheongsan’s friend was just not enough anymore.

That feeling was growing inside you more and more each day and you knew you shouldn’t feel this way. You shouldn’t love someone who definitely was incapable of seeing you romantically.

Cheongsan loves Onjo. Cheongsan loves Onjo. Cheongsan loves Onjo. You have been trying to repeat this sentence in your own mind as a mantra for eight months already.

It all started when you moved into the same building as Lee Cheongsan and Nam Onjo. And you soon found out that you three attended the same school as well. You just wanted distance from him, this platonic feeling would get you nowhere, but Onjo and him ending up becoming close to you and eventually your best friends.

The first contact you had with Cheongsan was when you were coming back from the convenience store and accidentally dropped everything because of your father messages on your phone about you being late. Cheong San was kind, he saw the mess on the floor in the hallway and offered his help, picking up the things for you.

Since you were in a hurry, you both didn’t exchange many words.

“Thank you!” you shouted without looking at him and ran off quickly, almost tripping over your own feet pathetically. What a shame!

Days later, Cheong San met you again since you were classmates. At first, he didn’t seem to recognize your face, but he soon figure it out when he heard Onjo introducing you as her new neighbor.

Yeah, you were supposed to be friends, but it all felt like living a love triangle. It was sad you couldn’t control yourself from staring at Cheongsan everytime he was distracted with something else.

You found yourself desperate for Cheongsan’s love. You wanted to kiss him, touch him, hold him, declare your feelings for him. However, you decided to keep everything inside of you, thinking that it would be better than being rejected.

Until that day when the worst happened and Cheongsan’s best friend, Gyeongsu, found out about it.

You two were doing an assignment together in the library and you fell asleep because of you lack of resting from the previous night.

“You haven’t getting so much sleep lately, have you?” Gyeongsu looked at you with great interest, curiosity vibrating from every particle of him. “Anyway, you said Cheongsan’s name during your sleep.”

Your eyes widened the instant you heard this.

“No, I didn’t!”

“Yes, you did! I’m not deaf.” Gyeongsu smirked. “You were like Oh Cheongsan, you’re so handsome and perfect, I love you so muuuch.” you stared at the boy angrily, he obviously was enjoying teasing you and his wicked smile started to make you feel nervous.

“Shut the fuck up!” you slapped him hard on his head.

Gyeongsu let out a low laugh, but you ignored him and finished some last details of the assignment just in time for the break to end.

When you two got back to the classroom, you noticed it was empty. You and him were the first ones to return.

“So… ” Gyeongsu started talking again. “You’re in love with Cheongsan, but aren’t gonna tell him?”

“He doesn’t need to know.”

“Really? I don’t think so.” you felt your throat go dry at the thought of the boy saying something to Cheongsan.

“Please, don’t say anything to him!” Gyeongsu looked at you surprised. He had never seen you ask him for anything like that.

“I don’t know… he’s my best friend, I can’t keep secrets from him.” the boy argued firmly.

“Yeah, but this has nothing to do with you.” you replied lowering your voice now that the classroom was already getting full of students.

“Let me tell him. Who knows, hm? Maybe you two… ?” the boy said suggestively, causing a sigh to come out of your mouth.

“Never. Cheongsan would never give me a chance… ”

“I would never what?” you heard a familiar voice and then saw Cheongsan coming closer, he looked from one face to the other, trying to understand the situation. “Hey, all right here?”

Before Gyeongsu could think of answering, you acted faster than him.

“Gyeongsu, please… ” you ignored Cheongsan’s question as you beg his friend, making the best to sounded sweet and cute to convince him. “Please… ”

“Ah… okay.” the boy moved closer to your ear to whisper the following words: “You don’t have to beg. I won’t tell him.” and then he walked away from you along with Cheongsan, who had a very confused expression on his face.

If Cheongsan insisted at least a little, would he still keep his mouth shut?

No, you're sure you couldn't trust Gyeongsu.

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Your fear was confirmed when you heard Cheongsan shouting your name at the end of class in the middle of the hallway, but you didn't stop to wait for him and walked faster. At some point, you were practically running from him.

He knows. Fuck, he knows...

You went down the stairs to the first floor and the main entrance as fast as you could, but you didn't go that far, because soon the boy reached your figure and stop right in front of you, preventing you from scaping.

"Why are you running away from me?"

"What? No, I'm not."

"I may not be the smartest in our class, but I'm not dumb, y/n." he smiled, finding your odd behavior very amusing.

"Okay, hm... then let's pretend...let's pretend you don't know."

Cheongsan raised an eyebrow, not understanding what you meant.

"Don't know what?"

"Stop it! I know that Gyeongsu told you!" you didn't realize that your voice sounded quite a bit loud, causing the other students to stare at the two of you.

"He said.... ?"

"That I-I like you, Cheongsan."

"You forgot this in class." Cheongsan was holding up your math book and you didn't hesitate to grab it from his hand. "Wait... what you just said? You like me... ?" Cheongsan obviously didn't know what he should answer, but what you hated most was what was described in his eyes. Surprise. Disbelief. Compassion. "I'm sorry, I... "

"You have feelings for Onjo." Cheongsan's attention fixed even more on you. "I understand that, let's just forget about today, okay?" you walked quickly past him and he didn't stop you this time, but you could hear him sighing and saying again "I'm sorry."

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It would be a huge lie if you said that things didn't get awkward between you and Cheongsan. Not that it was completely bad, but even the way you looked at each other was different.

"There's something else here." Anyone would say that.

All the time, you had the feeling that the boy wanted to tell you something, and it left you in a state of anguish, wanting to know what he was thinking. But a week after you proposed to him, you couldn't even imagine that Cheongsan would react and cross the line.

"What are you doing right now?" you had just showered and were getting dressed when your cell phone started vibrating. It was already late. Why was he texting you?

"None of your concern."

"Are you upsed?"

"Fuck off, Cheongsan."

"I just want to know if you're okay."

"I am fine."

It was your last message before ignoring him, however, Cheongsan did not give up easily. The boy insisted and soon you could see a picture of the two of you together with Onjo in the background glowing on your cell phone screen. Annoyed, you aggressively answered his call.

"What do you want?"

"Come outside."

"What?"

"I said come out here. I'm at your door."

"Cheongsan, it's already very late."

"Please. Come here."

You debated with yourself for a few seconds, but ending up not resisting.

How could you resist him?

You put a sweatshirt over the thin shirt you used to wear to sleep and after making sure you weren't inappropriately dressed, you left your apartment quietly. Cheongsan was standing right in front of your door and he stared at your face for a long time without saying anything. Several seconds passed...

"Cheongsan... ?"

"You are really very beautiful." your heart melted and sped up at his words.

"S-stop it!" You stammered pathetically.

"Sorry for not noticing it before." Cheongsan took steps toward you, breaking the distance between you both.

"Please... don't do this. " and before you knew it, he was close, too close. That wasn't right.

You put your hand on his chest to push him away, but it didn't work.

"I can't stop thinking about you. Ever since that day...I can't stop thinking about it, y/n." Cheongsan lowered his eyes to your mouth and you swallowed hard. "Keep quiet, I need to try something."

You didn't have time to protest or think about anything before his lips met yours, initially it was supposed to be an innocent kiss. You felt like you were going to fall, but Cheongsan held your waist with one of his hands. He was really kissing you. It was real. Not a dream.

He deepened the kiss, his hold getting tighter on you, his body dangerously close to yours, and soon you both were making out as if this was the only way to stay alive. So wrong. You were in your front door and anyone could see that scene.

"Cheongsan... " you pulled your face away from his, looking into his dark eyes.

"Good night, y/n. Have sweet dreams." Cheongsan seemed like he wanted to kiss you again so badly, but he didn't. So you pushed him away and quickly came back inside your apartment.

You sighed deeply. Your legs were wobbly.

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The next day, Lee Cheongsan said that it was a mistake what he had done. That he had acted on impulse. Cheongsan made you cry by saying that he loved Onjo and could not like you back. It hurt too much to hear. It hurt you even more that Cheongsan acted as if nothing had happened. He had said that he couldn't stop thinking about you and kissed you like that, and now... this? What a asshole.

Onjo had noticed how awkward you two had been lately, avoiding each other as much as possible. She tried to bring it up whenever the two of you were in the same place, but it was the same response from both sides. Nothing. There was nothing going on...

You felt so tired, you didn't want that heavy atmosphere with Cheongsan anymore. You wanted to have him around you. Even if only as a friend.

So you decided to move on when a student in your class asked you out, maybe if you started to date someone else everything would be okay...

"Are you insane?" you were so focused on your book on the table that you got a big fright when you heard Cheongsan's angry voice coming into the library.

"Cheongsan, I'm trying to study."

"Are you really going out with that guy?" he closed your book on the table to have your full attention on him.

You bit your lower lip nervously.

How did he know that? You hadn't told anyone except for Onjo...

"Who told you that?"

"Answer my question first." Cheongsan demanded.

"Yeah, I'm going out with him."

"No, you're not."

"I'll go out with whoever I want!" you stood up from your chair and pointed your finger in his face. Slowly, Cheongsan's expression became lighter and he smiled a little.

"What are you smiling at, you idiot?"

"You look so small and so cute trying to fight me." his smile got larger, but Cheongsan cursed as he was kicked hard in his leg. This time, you were smiling in victory.

"Lee Cheongsan, you are a... " you couldn't finish the sentence because the boy took you by surprise by hugging you suddenly. A very tight hug. It was as if he was afraid that you were going to run and disappear away from him.

"Please, don't go out with anyone else." the boy whispered, keeping you tied in his strong arms, and although you didn't respond with words, you hugged him back and that was just enough.

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It turned out to be you and Cheongsan's secret that you met with him secretly almost every day at school. Deep down, you were aware about the reason he might wanted it that way, but you pretended not to.

Maybe you were just being used, but you enjoyed being with him too much to stop and think about it properly.

His lips and his touch were addictive. You felt safe in his arms.

Maybe Cheongsan could fall in love with you eventually. Maybe he will forget his love for Onjo. Could he fall for you? Be yours?

However, the most important thing at that moment, while the boy pressed you against the wall of a empty room and once again got lost himself in your sweet kisses, you knew that Cheongsan was only yours.

hiii. if it's okay, may i request for oh joon young x reader headcanons wherein they both have feelings for each other and the reader is like his study buddy or smthn. btw, i love your works! it gives me life 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

— study me

joon-young x gn!reader | 1.1k words

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of throwing yourself off a cliff, that’s it i think. and reader and joonyoung being awkward /hj lmfao

synopsis: you and joonyoung are used to having study sessions. you’re both used to eventually losing focus on your work and taking turns at “sneakily” staring at each other. one day, you confess your crush.

author’s note: dude. anon thank you So much for requesting for him i love him so much i lowkey squealed when i got ur request. thank you for requesting, and i hope you like it! edit: i only now realized you asked for headcanons. i’m sorry anon i’m a dumbass😭

Page three-hundred-and-thirteen. You sighed deeply, running a hand over your face as an attempt to get the tiredness off of it, before turning the page of your textbook.

Your eyebrows raised, unimpressed.

“Pi.” you and Joonyoung both said in sync. That earned a chuckle from you, in the midst of your slight despair. You looked up at your study partner to see he looked just as exhausted. Joonyoung was a good student. He studied properly, and put studying above many things other students wouldn’t. He kept going on about how “even if it’s annoying, I can’t get anywhere in life without good grades— not in this world”. He was right, unfortunately, but that was more reason to study with him.

It wasn’t some sort of official agreement to become study buddies. You’d just been meeting at the library more and more often, and given you were both in the same class, you’d decided to approach him at some point to ask if you could study besides him. You vividly remembered how frozen he looked as he stared at you that day— It was almost funny how caught-off-guard he looked. But he agreed, eventually. And so now, you always studied together.

But it was still tiring.

Your cheek landed on your hand and you stared. He readjusted his glasses, and took a deep breath, eyes scanning over the pages. You couldn’t say you’d only now noticed how pretty his eyes looked, especially during the times you’d spend studying, under the afternoon sun. You couldn’t say you’d only now noticed how attractive his facial features in general were, how nice his lips looked… Ah.

Yes, you had a crush on him. You didn’t do much to hide it, but didn’t do much to show it either. You just… Were pretty obvious in the way you looked at him each time you’d see each other. Daesu had hit the back of your chair in class one day to tell you to stop staring at him like that or “he might think you have a crush on him”. But well, that was true. And almost everyone close to you was aware of it by now.

Joonyoung pretended not to notice your gaze on him, hoped his face wasn’t overly red, and acted as if his mind was actually registering any words his eyes looked over. He couldn’t focus. How could anyone expect him to focus when you were staring at him so intently? It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed it; not that you were very subtle with it, but oh well.

He glanced up at you, and suddenly your eyes were back on your textbook. He sighed quietly and licked his lips nervously. You looked awfully attractive when you were focused. Or at least, when you pretended to be focused. You were always attractive, if he was honest. Joonyoung was honest, but he wasn’t lying to anyone— Since no one had asked him if he liked you, he had no one to lie to. He was honest. And you were honestly the most beautiful person in the entire school.

“Do you like me?”

He gulped, blinked, and froze. The words repeated at least five times in his mind for him to register what you were asking. You’d asked in such a casual way, not even bothering to look up when you did that he… Had a hard time believing he’d heard it right. So he cleared his throat. “What?”

You looked up this time. You looked nervous.

“I asked; do you like me?”

He repeated the same cycle. Gulp, blink, freeze. Then rethink over the question. He didn’t feel the need to lie, but there was a very high possibility that despite your very obvious staring at him, you could not like him back and therefore he’d only keep this moment in his box of embarrassing memories. The type that keeps you wanting to throw yourself off a cliff for several days afterwards and comes back to bother you months later, making you want to throw yourself off a cliff just as much as when it happened, if not even more.

Nevertheless.

“Why do you ask?”

That was not a lie. That was a question. He was avoiding answering, sure. But it wasn’t a lie. His teeth dug into the inside of his lip in nervousness.

“Because.” you said. “I want to know.”

You were making things complicated. The look on your face didn’t help him know wether or not you were aware of that.

“Well,” he chuckled nervously, looking down and moving his pen between his fingers in rapid motions. He was quiet for a moment, thinking about how to reply, before he finally looked up at you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

You visibly shivered, then shook your head and looked away. He followed your gaze. You were staring at a paper on the table, your fingers fiddling with its edge. “Why?”

Now that was mean. But he had a counter argument prepared for this one.

“Because it kind of looks like you’re studying me more than the textbook?” he said, and it came off as a question more than a statement. Nevertheless, he sounded confident enough. He was not. But he sounded like it, which was good. If you were to make fun of him for some reason he could play it off as a joke more easily, this way.

“Well, you have a pretty face.” you said casually, nodding to yourself with a slight pout, before looking up at him. He had to cough so he wouldn’t choke on his own saliva. Your own statement made you more flustered than you’d like to admit. It seemed like he felt the same.

He scratched the side of his face, the tapping of his pen against his open textbook filling the silence around the two of you. He nodded in acknowledgement, at last, and pursed his lips. “Thanks. Uh, you too. You look nice.”

You cracked a smile. “Thanks.”

Quiet. You opened your mouth to speak, but Jooyeon beat you to it.”

“I do like you.”

The silence was overwhelming. Your heart was beating so fast— You couldn’t look him in the eye again for now. It was too hard. You staggered a bit, hand moving to scratch your head, and all you could get out for a few seconds was a nervous chuckle. Then you composed yourself to the best of your ability. “Good. Because I like you too.” and this time you said it while looking him in the eye. You had the pleasure of watching his expression go through 5 different emotions before he looked away and covered the lower half of his face.

“That’s good.”

“It is.”

You both shared a look, and nodded, then cleared your throats and went back to studying. You went five minutes in silence before it was broken again.

“Do you wanna date?”

“Yeah.”

You both looked at each other and nodded, before going back to work, hearts pounding and smiles pulling at your lips. This was nice.

idk if u still accept reqs but can u do a cheong-san au or short one shot abt the reader is like a part of the group w/ on-jo and cheong-san and the reader r getting teased be almost the whole class but they dont know that they r actually dating and only finds out in the whole apocalypse thing

— for real?!

cheong-san x gn!reader | arnd 700 words

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: swearing, mentions of kissing/making out, mentions of punching and hitting people, that’s it i think LMAO

synopsis: it’s getting funny to see your friend group tease you and cheongsan about how good of a couple you’d make. really funny, actually.

author’s note: thank you for requesting! i hope i understood your request well and that you like it!!! <3

“Stop it, you two. You look like a couple.” Joonyoung scoffed, shaking his head as he looked down at his book. Daesu and Wujin laughed, nodding their heads.

“For real. Get a room, or something?” Daesu added, teasingly bumping his shoulder, while Wujin bumped into yours. They exchanged glances before grinning mischievously and leaning closed to the two of you. “… So you can kiss without us interrupting.”

You pushed Wujin’s face with the palm of your hand and heaved a sigh, shaking your head, while Cheongsan only looked elsewhere. Your lack of response got the duo sighing and muttering words about the two of you being no fun.

“Come on, leave them be. If they say they don’t like each other like that, they don’t.” Onjo chimed in, chuckling despite her statement. “Okay?”

“Not okay!” Daesu scoffed, “Where’s the fun? The excitment?! Plus, they’re both missing their name-tags. Isn’t that odd? Isn’t it?!”

You rolled your eyes lightheartedly and walked away.

“And they— Stop ignoring me! Man.”

This was a daily occurence, now. You and Cheongsan would do something as simple as talking or exchanging homework notes and your friend would start going on about how good of a couple you’d make, or something along those lines. You two were always telling them off, saying there was no such thing between the two of you anyways.

But, well.

“You guys were actually— Like seriously dating? For real?!”

Joonyoung said what everyone was thinking when they walked over to a remote part of the rooftop. Everyone had gathered here, staring at you two wide-eyed as your hands awkwardly hovered over Cheongsan’s face, and his tried to move away from your waist. He was the first to clear his throat and turn around, but no words left his mouth.

“No way. You guys were ma—” Daesu stop talking when you held your hand up in what felt like a warning of sorts.

“Before you get any ideas, we weren’t making out.” you said, raising your eyebrows. Cheongsan muttered something in your ear and you elbowed his waist, resulting in him wincing and nodding as he turned away and everyone following his movement with their eyes. Their gazes all turned back to you when you spoke again. “…We were not. But, we are dating.”

Joonyoung whistled as he turned away and Daesu held his hand up im triumph. Onjo scoffed and started going on about her not having her wallet during a zombie apocalypse, and you figured they’d placed a bet on whether or not you two were dating. If you were angry, you could’ve very well hit them both for that, but you weren’t. Surprisingly. Maybe it was because you expected it, but it felt fine. Good, even, for everyone to finally know the two of you were together.

Cheongsan joined your side again and instinctively put his arm around your shoulders.

“How long have you guys been together?” Suhyeok asked, curious, as he raised an eyebrow. His lips were turning into a teasing smirk that was very much directed towards Cheongsan and you could feel how much the latter wanted to punch him. It made you laugh.

“Three years.” he said, before scoffing. “So stop acting like you knew everything when you only started going on about us dating at the beginning of the school year. Idiots.”

There was muttering and whistling and laughs about how surprising it was that you’d spent so long together without anyone noticing a thing.

“Look at him getting all worked up.” Jimin said with a slight grin and Namra chuckled. Onjo pulled both your wrists and leaned in closer.

“You’re lucky I’m nice and didn’t tell them.”

You shared a look and smiled, murmuring a small “thanks” as she grinned in return.

“Alright, you guys, let’s go back to the fire. I’m getting cold.” she said, pulling you two along as she did. Everyone agreed, some shivering exaggeratingly as they jogged back to the fire.

You and Cheongsan followed closely behind the group, and you turned to each other with a smile.

“Stop smiling, idiot.” you said.

“You stop smiling, idiot.” he retorted.

Neither of you did, until Joonyoung yelled at you both to stop smiling like fucking idiots or you’d have to share body heat because they’d keep the fire to themselves. And then you stopped and rushed over to the rest of the group to sit around said fire. Daesu and Wujin started talking about how you guys could say you not only spent three years dating but also survived an apocalypse together, and then Joonyoung started talking about Suhyeok and Namra which brought on more teasing, until the ones teasing ended up quiet when called out on the fact that they were still single. Which was quite funny. It was a nice evening.

❛MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.❜ | han gyeong-su x gn!half-bie!reader

genre: fluff, and a smidge of angst. <3

warnings: swearing, has a literal scene of the reader eating someone's guts 💀💀 so-, gore, violence. and i think that's all.

sypnosis: gyeong-su runs after you when you suddenly storm out of the broadcasting room, only to find you feeding on someone in the resroom. with his torn knitted vest and love for you, how can he not be able to comfort you?

author's note: oh my gof. i am in awe with this man. !not proofread!

dedication: @xhornybiatchx <33

it was a night of tranquility. as the hands of the clock just reached midnight, the chin of gold stood out most from the glimmering specks of silver sprouting throughout the night sky, yet they still both shined like sapphires lost in diamonds through the window of the broadcasting room nevertheless.

only it truly wasn't such a tranquil night. not when fucking zombies were in hyosan high; crowding the halls, the classrooms, the cafeteria ─ literally everywhere.

still, silence lingered amongst you and your friends in the broadcasting room, even if it was all chaos outside. but in quietness, there remained a manipulating voice in your head.

legs shaking, you slowly stood up and walked to the very corner of the room, away from everything and everyone. sliding against the wall, you sat on the floor with your knees held close to your chest.

'eat them.' your voice persuaded, as you continued to chew on your nails. 'just fucking kill them all. it's so easy.'

'just a bite . . .'

"(name)?"

the honeyed voice of nam on-jo sounded like peonies in a field of silken lavender when she snapped you out of your endless reverie. 'why do you smell so good?'

"hey, are you oka-"

not letting her finish the sentence, you suddenly stood up and pushed her, causing her to fall on the ground, whilst you were quick to catch everyone off their guard, immediately running towards the doors to escape.

you succeeded, of course.

the screams of your beloved friends followed in your growing absence, only you didn't care at all. you simply kept running, wondering how the hell you didn't attract the zombies that were surrounding you if you were out in the open.

in time, you found a vacant place that would help you calm your nerves; the restroom.

shallow breaths came out of your mouth, as you gripped the edge of the sink tighter. overcame by hunger, you bit your hand. suddenly hit by reality, your head hesitantly tilted up, eyes glancing at yourself in the cracked mirror that was splattered with blood.

you shrieked, tears pooling in your eyes. you hit the cracked mirror with your bitten hand, making it shatter even more, as shards of glass pierced through your skin; you didn't even try to pull it out.

'how had it come to this?'

unconsciously, your hand started to reach where you got bitten by someone, shuddering at the brash presence of the memory that had just happened three hours ago. you didn't tell your friends, you were afraid on what they would do.

hearing whimpers coming from one of the stalls, your train of thoughts were interrupted. with step by step, you approached the third stall, being fast to open the door, only to see someone epitomizing a coward, choosing to hide in the murkiest corners, accompanied by dark shadows.

from the voice in your head entrancing you with the idea of your hunger being fulfilled, and to her irresistible scent that made your senses animalistic more than ever. you couldn't fight it.

you lunged at the frightful girl.

biting her neck, her flesh was in your mouth. and you felt sick because you loved it. you basked in the everlasting glory of her taste lingering in your mouth, of the screams that couldn't help but escape her, of the way her blood was painted on the walls and on you.

it was the first time in a while that you felt free.

"you're not eating without me, are you?"

you stopped. letting go of the limp body, tears fell down your face as you turned behind you.

it was gyeong-su. of course it was.

he looked disheveled after running for a long time to find you, but his entrancement of youth still remained. it was han gyeong-su, after all.

sobbing, you curled up into a ball on the floor, as your best friend quickly fell down to your side. "hey, hey, hey, hey, why are you crying? stop crying. i hate it when you cry."

"what does it taste like?" gyeong-su asked, his warm hands holding your cheeks as his thumbs made all your tears go away.

you couldn't help but laugh, sniffling, whilst you remarked. "what do you want me to say? it tastes like chicken?" gyeong-su chuckled, but it quickly disappeared as he heard a wretched sob come from your bloody lips.

"hey, hey, hey, hey, why are you crying? stop crying. i hate it when you cry."

he stood up, ripping a part off his knitted green vest, rinsing it with water from the sink.

"what are you doing here? you're not supposed to be here." you grimaced. gyeong-su only ignored you, whistling a tune that lovebirds would sing. he continued to wipe the blood off your lips with the upmost gentleness, as he held onto your hand and caressing it with his thumb.

once he was done cleaning you up, his fingers were entangled in your hair, massaging your scalp.

the way he was with you could almost make you cry.

actions meant more than words with han gyeong-su.

as one final touch of grace, he leant forward to kiss your forehead, stroking your cheeks, as a red blush coated them, with you smiling, drunk in euphoria.

"i love you so so much, darling."

but then, you closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, you were greeted with nothing, as everything that gyeong-su did came undone. and you were only on the ground, uncontrollably rocking back and forth as your cries of anguish became louder and louder by the minute.

because han gyeong-su was dead.

wounded

gyeong-su x gn!reader | 1.1k words

genre: slight angst, comfort, established relationship

warnings: swearing, canon-divergence, mentions of murder, kissing, blood, and aouad stuff.

synopsis: you were quietly looking around the room as everyone rushed to check on why gyeongsu wouldn't leave the recording room. you watched, keeping a close eye on nayeon. and right on time, you caught her red-handed.

author's note: you're welcome y'all /hj i need more gyeongsu gifs also

“Why won’t he come out of here? This stubborn idiot.”

You slowly stood up as everyone rushed over the glass window of the recording room while Mrs. Park walked in. They were all talking about why he wouldn’t leave and such things. Namra stayed on her seat, a bit further away from the others, and Nayeon unexpectedly walked over to the glass window with them. You took slow steps to follow behind her.

After everything the girl had put Gyeongsu through, you thought it’d be best to keep an eye on her. You didn’t know what she was capable of doing, how far she was willing to go, but you knew if anyone was more stubborn than Gyeongsu, it was her. And that scared you. If she was so stubborn and stuck on the idea of your boyfriend being infected, who knew what she would do to prove she was right?

Your hand grabbed onto her wrist harshly, holding it in place. She stilled in her movement completely and slowly looked up to meet your gaze. You looked calm, despite how hard your grasp on her arm was. You stared at her silently and lowered her arm. Down and away from the broken broom. “What are you doing?”

“Just… Just cleaning… the…”

Your gaze must’ve been too hard for her to hold, from how frantically she averted her eyes from your face. She paused to swallow thickly, as if searching for a credible answer to your question. She’d been caught off guard. Dare you say, caught red-handed.

“Cleaning what?” you asked quietly, purposefully getting closer to her face so only she would hear, “A zombie’s blood off a wooden stick? Are you planning to kill someone?”

Her eyes widened and she pushed you off, but your hand was still too tight on her wrist for her to shake it off. She desperately tried to move her arm, in vain. You heard the door of the recording room open and understood why she was so distressed at the idea of not being able to move away. She yelled out in frustration with a last, harsh attempt at getting her wrist out of your hand.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Let me go.” she said loudly; loudly enough to attract everyone’s attention. Even from the recording room, Gyeongsu seemed to have noticed the commotion. You scoffed with a smirk as Mrs. Park hurried over.

“[name], what are you doing? Let go of her wrist!” she exclaimed, hand moving to grab your hand before you spoke up.

“Maybe if she admits to attempted murder on her classmate.” you said steadily, eyes never leaving hers. She looked furious, irritated at being caught doing whatever it was she was attempting to do while everyone had their backs turned. But you didn’t relent. “So? Do you mind talking or should I do it for you?”

“That’s– You can’t accuse someone of attempted murder, [name], that’s far from being something to take lightly! I know things are very stressful for you and everyone else but it would be unfair to–”

“To let her try and kill Gyeongsu just because she can’t stand being wrong.” you cut her off, turning to look at her over your shoulder. “Right, teach’?”

She seemingly stumbled over her own words, before shaking her head. “Nayeon-ah. What does this mean?”

“Nothing! I wasn’t doing anything and this fucker just grabbed my fucking wrist!”

“They didn’t do it for no reason. Use your heads, for once.” Cheongsan chimed in, stepping closer. He furrowed his eyebrows and pointed to the girl’s hand. “She’s holding something.”

“My handkerchief.” Nayeon said, before scoffing and holding her head high, “What? I can’t have a handkerchief anymore? The fuck is wrong with all of you?”

“Nayeon-ah. Please hand it over.” the teacher said, extending her hand. Nayeon hesitated, and then looked at you coldly. You raised your eyebrows and moved her hand up for her.

“Do be careful with it, teach.” you said calmly, chuckling, “There’s zombie blood on this. Don’t touch it if your hands are injured.”

She made a confused face but grabbed the handkerchief. Her eyes widened as she inspected it, and glanced over the broken wooden stick they’d used to kill a zombie just earlier. The gears seemingly turned inside her head along your other classmates’ until they understood.

“This is a murder weapon, practically.” you said, nodding towards the piece of fabric. You tightened your hold on Nayeon’s arm and held it up as a harsh reminder of the predicament she put herself in and smiled. “And this is a murderer.”

You loosened your grasp on her wrist and she easily shook your hand off. You folded your hands behind your back and stepped aside, before turning around to face the rest of the group. You wore a calm smile on your face as you waited.

“What do we do?”

The teacher sighed and stepped forward. “Lee Nayeon. Were you really going to use this on Gyeongsu’s wound?”

“No! What do you think?!”

“Nayeon. Be honest. Please.”

“No, I… I just… I was just…”

“There’s no reason for you to be cleaning a fucking zombie-blood-stained wooden stick we used to kill a zombie, you fucking stuck-up bitch.” Jimin scoffed.

“Jimin, languag– Ah, nevermind, Just… Just quiet down. Nayeon, please just tell us the truth.”

“I… I just wanted to… Fuck, I just... I wanted... To make you all think that I was right when I said he was infected, I just–”

You walked past her, purposefully shoving her shoulder as you headed to the recording room. You opened the door and stepped in quietly, before closing it behind you. Gyeongsu was leaning against the table, staring at the room as he seemingly tried to understand what was going on. He turned to you the moment you stepped in and lightened up. “Hey. What’s going on out there? This girl being annoying again?”

You walked over to the chair he’d previously been sitting on and intertwined both your hands over the table. There was an odd silence for a few seconds before you slapped your hands on your face and screamed a muffled yell of frustration. You then put your hands back on the table and breathed calmly, acting as if nothing happened. Gyeongsu stared at you with wide eyes, obviously concerned.

“Are you okay…?”

To be honest, you were the one who wanted to murder someone. It took everything in you not to completely lash out, grab that bitch by her hair and hang her head over the edge of the window. It was so hard to keep your hand from twisting her arm until it ached. It was so hard not to punch her so she’d shut the fuck up. But you had to keep calm, because if you were too hysterical, they wouldn’t listen to you. Nevertheless it was unfair. She deserved to at least be punched. She tried to kill someone.

She tried to kill the person you’re dating, at that.

“Yes. Now that I’ve managed to stop her, I’m quite fine.” you said, smiling as you looked at him. “Now, you owe me one. Nayeon was trying to kill you.”

His eyes widened even more and he ran over to where you were sitting. “What?! What do you mean?”

You nodded towards the glass window of the recording room and Gyeongsu followed your gaze. Nayeon was crying and Namra was talking to her, seemingly annoyed while the other girl stammered over what she tried to say. Cheongsan rushed towards her before anyone could stop him and pushed her so harshly she almost fell. Suhyeok held him back, and you chuckled a bit. It looked like she was still trying to explain herself, before the teacher pulled her aside to another corner of the room and sat her down with her. You scoffed. “She was wiping blood from zombies on a handkerchief. She was planning to put it on your scratch.”

The boy instinctively looked down at the wound at the mention of it and frowned, scoffing. He wrapped his hand around it as if the blood was actually about to touch his wound, and you put your hand on his as an attempt at comforting him.

“Honestly I talked to her and everyone like I was certain that’s what she planned, but part of me was scared I was actually completely wrong. Then everyone would hate me, or something. But there was no reason for her to be wiping that blood that seemed as… Terribly logical as the one I came up with. Turns out I was right.”

Gyeongsu fell down on what he expected to be the chair but ended up falling on the floor. You laughed despite everything and held out your hand. He scoffed a chuckle and grabbed it as you got up to give him the chair back. You sat on the table instead and exhaled.

“So I almost just got killed.” he said, nodding to himself like he couldn’t realize it. You pursed your lips and sighed, looking down.

“Yup.” you said, “You did.”

He ran his hands over his face before holding them up on the top of his head. From the looks of it, it looked like he wanted to punch her very much, too. Understandably so. But he only gulped and nodded, before taking a deep breath.

He looked up at you and grabbed your hand. “Thanks.”

You smiled. “Why, of course. Now I’m counting on you to save me if I need it at some point, okay?” you said with a grin, trying to lighten the atmosphere. He waved his hand in dismissal, pulling off that overly-confident smile of his.

“Obviously!” he scoffed, before grabbing your chin to bring you down to his level. He had a small smile on his lips when he kissed the corner of your lips.

“Who do you take me for?” then he smiled fondly and kissed you properly.

And you grinned. You knew both of you were dead scared, despite your attitudes. It was frightening to think that if you hadn’t noticed, Gyeongsu might’ve just turned into a zombie as well. So when you pulled away you immediately wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could, and he exhaled and reciprocated the hug just as tightly. You both needed it. You could feel it.

This was nice-- Better. You felt relieved. Finally.

all of us are dead — yoon gwi-nam “familiar”

requested by : 🏹 anon [ can i request a gwi nam one shot please? with gwi nam being protected over the reader during the apocalypse (after he turned into a zombie human thing? idk what to call it lmao) and he takes care of her after finding her hiding somewhere and she’s crying and scared. i love ur writing and i would really appreciate it <33 ]

warning : gw*-n*m >:)), a bit ooc + spoiler

“I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!”

They all ran, his screams attracting the zombies by the library as he glare at the boy who remain perched atop of the bookshelf.

As soon as he returned, most of his memories were wiped out of his head, they all became vague and gray, it felt like he was forgetting something important.

What is it?

What is it?

He let out a grunt, pushing away a zombie that was busy clattering it's teeth like a damn fool. Cheong-san be damned, he's too busy trying to scratch out that very something that gnaws him at the very core.

Aarghh! What the fuck is it?!

He racked his brain, scratching it to bad as if it will get him to remember what it is until he— with his senses heightened because of the infection, smell something.

Something familiar.

It was a scent that he seems to be longing.

Frowning, he walk leisurely with his hands on his pockets, taking all the time he wants while looking around his surroundings, bumping and smashing zombie's along his way. He is God. There was no plausible explanation as to why he isn't—why he was chosen. Aahh, this is life.

Gwi-nam slide open a classroom door, raising a brow at the one mindless undead who's scratching a wall. Fuck that damn bitch looks so stupid.

One sniff.

He turns his head to look at the teacher's desk that has been closed off with some tables and a few chairs.

A small cry.

Though not audible by human ears, Gwi-nam who has been ‘blessed’ to be immune to the virus, gaining a more powerful sense of hearing, managed to hear it.

He stops right in front of the desk, peeking underneath to see a trembling girl, legs close to her chest and dripping in blood, sweat and tears. Quite literally. “Hmm..?”

At his voice, you looked up, eyes widen at recognition of whom it was.

Those eyes and gaze that sends Gwi-nam back made him remember you—ah, God, thank goodness you are alright. He crouched down, pressing a finger to his lips before opening his arms for you.

“y/n-ah.” He calls your name, it tickles his body.

You slowly hugged him, still terrified and wary. You're safe, his precious y/n. he cradles you in his arms, his skin searing with your warmth like fire. Gwi-nam presses his lips on your crown whilst his hand rubbed your back up and down to provide comfort. There was an uncomfortable silence as he relish you in his hold once again.

He then pulls you two apart, brushing away the locks that sticks to your face to get a better look at you. “Were you hurt?” But you shook your head.

Grnnk!

Grnnnk!

Ah, because of the moment of stillness, he seemed to have forgotten that there was a company with the two of you. “I'll protect you from now on, okay?” He breathes, your face cupped in his hands, nose red and eyes puffy from crying. Oh for crying out loud, you're so fucking adorable that he swore he'll go balistic if something ever happens to you.

“Stop that.”

“What?” You voice came out as a whisper, lips parting and your brows knit. That melodic sound that drags him like a helpless sailor to a siren.

He won't mind being helpless, as long as it is you whom he has.

“Being so fucking irresistible.” A smirk was displayed on his face before pressing his lips against yours. Just because this place is an apocalypse doesn't mean that Gwi-nam won't take any opportunity to flirt with you.

Who dares fucking oppose their own God?

He parts, breathless and satisfied, “From now on, you stick with me, alright? You don't wanna be a zombie food, yeah?” He grips your jaw, pulling you in once again to lock lips.

“Don't you worry your pretty little head, babe. I'll kill anyone who dares touch you.” Gwi-nam held your hands, pulling you up to stand. Disbelief was written in your face, he can tell, and the only way to dust that off is a proof

And the clatter of the chairs that he pushed made the zombie aware of his and your presence, the scent of human making the undead crazy as it lunches towards you but Gwi-nam grabbed it's neck and cracked it, throwing it at the floor as he threw a smug grin to your direction.

“Don't worry, pretty girl, I'll take care of you.”

He grabs your hips, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your cheek. “Let's go find something for you to eat along with a new room. Aish, you better be thankful to me. I expect another kiss later as payment, alright?”

Everything about him screams danger but it didn't matter, because you knew, if Gwi-nam would do something bad to you, he would've done so in the past years already.

Woo-jin or Gyeong-su bf headcannons from all of us are dead , pls & thank you :)

Bf headcanons

a/n- tysm for requesting this! I made it super fluffy and cute (and I did both characters! :)), so hope you enjoy! Also, I kinda rambled on with both hcs and got off track sometimes, but I think you get my point tho and I think they're cute :D ALSO, I barely edited this, like at all, so if there are mistakes or something was worded weird or sounds weird pls let me know❗

premise- bf headcanons about Gyeong-su and Wu-jin

rating- PG-13 (kissing??)

warnings- fluff, talks about kisses, and I dont think there are any?

Gyeong-su

-he acts all dorky ("class clown" energy), which he totally is, but he'd show you a side of him that no one else gets to see

-like as soon as it's you two alone, he'll start acting like the gentlest gentleman ever (with some jokes thrown in there ofc!)

-he'd always be super sweet and flirty

-but, especially before you two had started going out. he'd always have the pick-up lines and cheesy sayings ready before he saw you, ready to try to make you like him, which you already did ofc

-after you finally said yes to his flirtations and pick-up lines, he'd feel like he just won at life, like he accomplished getting the only thing he'd ever wanted: you

-the first few weeks of dating would include so much teasing, blushing, soft pecks, and soft cuddles

-after you got out of the "honeymoon" phase, he'd still be super flirty and dorky, obviously, but he'd start being less shy and nervous and being more vulnerable and intimate with you

-remember when I said that he'd be super gentlemanly as soon as you two were alone? What this means is him not wanting to show too many of his emotions to anyone but you (such as how much he likes you or wants to kiss you)

-did I mention that he'd be super teasing? Yes, yes I did, and I'm going to again, because you know how flirty this man would be, no matter what stage in the relationship

-he'd just randomly come up to you when no one was around and kiss you out of nowhere, making you super flustered, which makes him smirk: "what?" like you know what you just did, sir 💀

-obviously we know he'd be super sweet like 24/7, more funny when everyone else was around, but still a sweetheart, nevertheless!

-he'd give the softest cuddles in the world when you're feeling down (or if you're fine, like he'd totally just want to cuddle you all the time-)

-and you and this man would roast eachother, yes you're dating, yes you like eachother, yes you're super sweet to eachother, but you would totally just start joking around and roasting eachother out of nowhere

-like if you're tall and he couldn't reach something and you saw him struggling, you'd grab it for him and sweetly give it to him and then you'd walk away but not before muttering something like "short ass", and if you're short, then vice-versa.

-oh, and the first time he says the magic three words, he'd be super, super nervous. He definitely prepared a whole ass speech or a special dinner or just something for the occasion.

-and all his nerves would go away when you finally said it back :)

-anyway, your relationship would be filled with the sweetest laughter and the sweetest kisses :D

Wu-jin

(Sadly, I could not find a gif for him!^ :()

-yo, this man right here^ yes him, I love him

-i feel like he'd be the first to contract feelings, like, all of the sudden, he'd start being super giggly and shy around you

-and him always being super sweet and nice, like he always is, but this time more, what's the word? flirty?, would make you super flustered and try to figure out if you had a crush on him

-"hey, y/n!" he would say from the doorway of the classroom before walking over to your desk with a smile. You'd turn away from your friend to speak with him. "Yes?" you'd ask him when he didn't say anything. Suddenly a pink tint was seen on his cheeks before he just suddenly blurts out "You look really cute today." This would make you extremely flustered and honestly you would not know how to respond, like he just said that out of nowhere. After seeing your reaction and how speechless you were, he'd become less shy and walk away with a tiny smile, satisfied

-after all of these tiny compliments, quiet jokes no one else could hear, and those sweet smiles saved just for you, you finally came to terms that you had a huge crush on him, I mean who doesn't

-you had been building up the courage for awhile and decided you were going to give him your name tag. You wiped the sweat off of your palms and triple checked that your name tag was still in your pocket

-when you gave it to him, he'd be super shocked. Which led you to believe that he didn't like you back, so you'd try to reach for the name tag out of his hand and you'd start muttering a sorry, trying not to cry. But, then his hand would stop you and he'd be like "Nuh-uh, you already gave this to me, its mine now!"

-he'd finally tell you how he feels and ask you out, which would in turn make you super giggly and happy

-the first few days before your first date were awkward, just seeing eachother at school and not knowing how to really approach eachother

-the first date was awkward, but cute, very cute

-after a few months of being in a relationship, people had started to notice you two hanging around eachother and were kinda confused, when had you two become friends?

-you hadn't planned to keep it a secret, you just didn't see a reason to announce it to the world

-Dae-su finally decided to approach you both and ask if you two were dating, obviously he's curious, but it's also his future brother-in-law we're talking about, so ya know he was extra curious, would you be his future sister-in-law???

-"So, y/n, you like my brother-in-law? I never thought I'd have a sister, too!" he would randomly say to you and Wu-jin while walking home after school one day. Wu-jin would just be done at this point. "Dae-su!" he'd exclaim with red-tinted ears before shooing him away.

-the whole school soon knew after that, because, hey, its Dae-su

-his sister would congratulate him, and then ask to meet you to make sure "you're good enough for him"

-your friends and his friends would be super surprised, but excited

-anyway, feel like I got carried away here, but your relationship would be super, super cute (all of your friend group would be jealous) and he'd be super protective of you cuz he loves you so much :(

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a/n- I've never written a headcanon before, so this is really messy and kinda all over the place, but I think it's cute, and I hope everybody enjoys this! Anywayy, I will be getting through my aouad requests, so expect more of this soon!

all of us are dead — han gyeong-su “helpless” warning : cringe

Gyeong-su munch his chips, putting one after one, the loudness of each bite causes you to cringe at him. Hoping that he'll have some goddamn self awareness that will creep up on him to knock him in the head. Currently, the two of you sat alone in the classroom. Him, quote-being-a-good-friend-that-you-should-be-thankful-for-quote, offers you some company while you study for the upcoming test.

An exasperated sigh left your lips, dragging your hand along your face as you side eyed him, borrowing your phone to play some games and scroll through the media. “Could you tone it down with the crunches? It's getting annoying.”

“Hmmmmm.. no.”

The boy popped another chip and bite on it loudly like before, this time, on purpose. Getting on your nerves is one of his favorite hobby after all.

Hehe.

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose for the nth time of the moment. “Dumbass Gyeong-su.” You swore, rolling your eyes as he nonchalantly likes some videos, chuckling at them with an obnoxious laugh making you smile in amusement.

With a sigh, you returned back to writing down your notes, heart thumping in your chest in content. For now..

Let's just cherish this moment.

“Hey.” Gyeong-su craned his neck to look at you. wiping his fingers after licking all the powder off with a satisfied hum. What greets him was your head, plopping on his shoulder. Exhaustion took over your body.

The boy stayed still. Not knowing what to do.

He glanced at you, chest heaving up and down peacefully, asleep like a baby. His eyes travelling to your face where he caught sight of your eye bags—the excessive times you stay up late, studying so hard to pass your academic grades.

Gyeong-su admired you.

Not just looking up at you because of your dedication but also because you're just.. just so perfect..

So charming in his eyes that he can't help but unconsciously lift his hand to brush your hair that seemingly obscure his sight—your beauty.

Thump.

Thump.

He felt his heartbeat quicken. Mentally scolding himself that you might hear the loud drums inside his chest.

Gyeong-su knows; you're way out of his league. You were all that he never is. But that is why his eyes shine for you. He ‘choked’ his hand that was planning to cup your cheeks, screaming at it in his head.

What the fuck is wrong with me?!

Thump.

And there it is again.

Gyeong-su covered his face, feeling it flush in a deep red, his leg bouncing up and down. Flustered, is what he feel. Fuck. You're so damn oblivious of his advances that he doesn't know whether or not be grateful. He wants you to notice him at the same time not—this friendship that he had built with you, he doesn't want to end it if it somehow all goes south.

“What do I do ohhh God, what the fuck do I do..?” He murmured into his hands.

Grumbling, Gyeong-su reaches out to slightly poke you.

And it felt wrong, but it felt just right. Is what it feels like if we are together? His mind stilled into euphoria at the thought.

He tries so hard not to scream, his crush, laying on his shoulder—fuck, if he could, he would've ran away and bashed his head into the wall to remind himself that this is reality and not a damn dream.

Feeling you stir, Gyeong-su stiffen in his spot before slowly easing up, adjusting your head so that you won't fall.

Maybe..

It isn't that bad..

Just a few minutes.

A few more.

“Han y/n...”

With eyes wide at what fell out of his mouth, Gyeong-su punched himself, awakening you from your slumber.

“Wha?!”

You sat up straight, eyes snapping to Gyeong-su immediately who cradle his head. “Gyeong-su?! What happened? Are you okay?!”

“ughh Fuck.. do I look like I am?” He grumbles, hand holding his jaw from the impact. “ssibal.”

“What were you doing, honestly.”

“I had a mental crisis of what I should eat today.”

You scrunched you nose at his response before giggling, “Geez, really..”

Slinging your bag over to your shoulder, standing up to pat the boy, “Come on, let's go.” You usher, hand outstretched for him to grab on to.

“Hnnn, hold on, my jaw still hurts.”

“Leave it to hurt more, let's go eat, my treat.”

“OHHH y/n you're so generous today! Have you gone mad- I mean, kind because of too much studying?”

“Keep talking and I'll take it all back.”

“Sorry sorry, please no take backs! Oh wonderful y/n!” You drag him, poor boy nearly stumbling face plant to the ground. “Whoa!”

You walk in front of him, the hand that intertwine with his squeezes slightly. It was a good thing that you are leading the way, dragging him, or else Gyeong-su would've seen your face. Flustered and hot.

Han y/n... actually sounds nice.

LOVE LETTER !

— gyeong-su has a huge crush on y/n, he would've confessed by now and asked her out but the problem is she's gwi-nam's little sister

pairing! han gyeong-su x f! reader

warnings! low(high)key ooc gwi-nam (?), accused of p3rverted acts and that's about it ig lmk if i missed smthn

note! falling in love with the school bully's sister trope ;>

Cheong-san gave his best friend a look of disbelief, Gyeong-su have been staring at yoon y/n ever since she arrived at the cafeteria and that was basically all he could do.

"Gyeong-su come on just make your move!" Cheong-san says out of annoyance, Gyeong-su glares at him "tsk..yeah right, like you already made your move" he mutters

Su-hyeok snickers as he munched on the chicken in his plate "sure, you just won't ask her out because she's off limits"

Gyeong-su groans knowing that the tall man was right and as if on cue Gwi-nam was starting to walk towards their table

"hey hey- is he walking this way? did he catch me staring at his sister? uh- i'll get goi-" Gwi-nam was already standing in front of them before Gyeong-su could even finish his sentence, "crap" he whispers underneath his breath

he looks away and whistles nervously "hey. what's your business with my sister huh?!" Gwi-nam asks, voice loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to hear which caused them to turn their direction to see what's going on

Gyeong-su shakes his head and Gwi-nam rolls his eyes "yeah right you've been staring at her since she got here! you do that in classes too! bet you tried to take a peek on her showering?!" Gwi-nam growls while Gyeong-su immediately shakes his head "WHAT?! NO! I'D NEVER!" he denies and Gwi-nam just sighs

"sure..here" he hands Gyeong-su a letter, looking at their table he saw y/n with her eyes wide and Gwi-nam's friend smirking while wiggling their eyebrows and elbowing y/n "i found that in my sister's bag and being the kind, loving and very considerate brother i am i decided to give it to you as her love life is as dry as the Sahara Desert thank me later by the way" Gwi-nam says smugly and when he turned around he was met with a fist going straight to his nose

"OUCH! THAT FUCKING HURT YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" he yells while y/n stuck her tounge out "that's what you get for going through my stuff AGAIN" y/n was about to head back to their table with Gwi-nam until she noticed Gyeong-su, Cheong-san and Su-hyeok reading the love letter she wrote

Su-hyeok was the first to turn to them, a smug smirk on his lips as he wiggled his brows "look at that..Gwi-nam helping his little sis get a boyfriend when in 10th grade he denied all my advances in asking y/n out, life's unfair" he says jokingly and dramatically

"fuck off" Gwi-nam mutters eyes rolling once more, he noticed y/n's face slowly going pale as Gyeong-su looked up at her "you like me?"

y/n facepalmed not answering the man's question and turning around to leave but before she could go any further Gyeong-su takes hold of her wrist "answer me" he says- no demands. looking away y/n nods and just as she was about to walk away Gyeong-su begins to laugh

"YES!" he exclaims and pulled y/n into a kiss, she kissed back but suddenly felt herself being dragged from behind on her uniform's collar

she turns slightly to see her brother, Gwi-nam who had a frown "yeah yeah sweet lovey dovey shit please don't do that in front of me again" he says with a sarcastic smile while y/n hits his arm complaining that he ruined her moment

meanwhile Gyeong-su touched his lips as his other fist formed into a ball, raising it up with a proud smile on his face "SHE'S MINE NOW!" earning claps from the students around them

teasingly he turns to his two best friends who were happy for him "now..it's your guys' turn to ask your crushes out" he says making the two roll their eyes "oh please, it was all thanks to your future brother-in-law that you got the girl"

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