#gwi nam
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Sleepy
My Navigation and Masterlist
Pairing(s): Gwi-nam x Fem!Reader
Author's Note: For the sake of fanfiction - and this applies to all of my aouad stories unless stated otherwise - we shall make it so that Gwi-nam never sexually assaulted/harassed Eun-ji and neither did his friend group because what they did WAS SA/SH and I feel like so many people gloss over that fact. They have never SA/SH anyone and are just regular bullies who just harass and beat people up normally.
Summary: Even turning into a zombie won't stop Gwi-nam from getting back to you before you wake up.
Warnings: Normal AOUAD gore and violence, Gwi-nam pushing that girl to her death in the kitchen scene, I think that's it but lmk if there's any more you can find!
Word Count: 6,106
Lunch.
One of your favorite parts of the day, because everybody is too preoccupied with their food and their friends to look at you. You always sat alone at your table, right in the middle of the lunch room. You had a great view of everybody around you from here. People-watching became something you were used to doing.
You didn’t really have any real friends, only ones you would talk to occasionally in the halls and at the beginning of classes. You never would actually text them outside of class, and the conversations would dull after the topic of school stopped, but you liked them nonetheless. You were more of an introvert anyways so not requiring yourself to make friends outside of school was nice. No requirements or plans to attend. There was really only one person who you would actually consider your friend; the only person you would willingly get out of bed to hang out with.
And he was currently throwing pieces of broccoli at the back of your head.
Yoon Gwi-nam. The school bully’s gopher and, unfortunately, your best friend. You’d been his friend since 7th grade before he joined the group of the bad and left you alone. You weren’t too upset since he still hung out with you outside of school and showed you his friendly affection in other ways - such as with the broccoli bits that were tangled in your hair at the moment - but it got lonely at times. You also knew he only was in their group because of how you’d gotten bullied at the beginning of freshman year and he stood up for you. From there, he also got bullied until one day it just… stopped. For the both of you. The next time you saw him, he was smirking with an arm wrapped around Myeong-hwan’s shoulder as the boy berated a timid-looking girl who had tears running down her cheeks.
He’d explained everything after school when you’d been ignoring him and you reluctantly agreed to his actions, knowing he was doing it for your benefit as much as, if not more than, his. You didn’t like it, but you weren’t sure of any way to stop him after he’d already dug himself too deep.
Another broccoli piece hit your head and you leaned your head down to hide your face and your smile. To everyone, you just looked like another one of Gwi-nam and Myeong-hwan’s victims but this wasn’t bullying. This was something you had been doing since the both of you were in seventh grade. It was a test to see how long you could go without getting annoyed and if it lasted more than 10 minutes then you got a beautiful reward of a nice, crisp 5 dollar bill. If you lost, you had to lose said nice, crisp 5 dollar bill.
The constant hitting was getting on your nerves and you prepared yourself to lose $5 just until you saw students. They were acting weird, crowding around the glass wall leading to the outdoors and screaming. They banged on the door until it broke and everyone fell to the ground in a pile. You stood up to rush forward to help them but stopped halfway across the room when you saw blood.
They were… eating each other.
You stood there paralyzed as you watched and couldn’t move even as one of them started rushing towards you. Just as the bloodied student got within a foot of your face, it was suddenly launched backward by a familiar sneaker.
“Are you okay?” You heard Gwi-nam ask you and scream your name but you just stared in shock at the body that contorted on the floor before it shot back up and roared. Just as it started to charge at you, Gwi-nam yanked you as he grabbed a lunch tray and slammed it across the beast’s face. It fell to the ground and Gwi-nam grabbed your hand to drag you away from the swarm. The sprinklers had turned on from the kitchen catching on fire and suddenly everything was slippery and you could barely keep your footing.
Correction, you couldn’t keep your footing. You slipped to the ground and Gwi-nam’s hand fell from your own when he was tackled by a zombie. He only barely was able to grab another lunch tray and stick it between the beast’s teeth before it could bite him. You quickly stood up and kicked the zombie off of him, slipping while trying to lift Gwi-nam and running hand in hand towards the closing doors of the kitchen. You crouched down and ducked under the metal table before any of the ones in the room could see you. Quickly after, you were joined by two others, a boy and a girl.
“Get out! No!” Gwi-nam whisper-yelled as he tried to force them back out but you just pulled his hands away from the boy’s hair.
“Gwi-nam stop! They’ll hear us! Just let them in,” you whispered to him and he rolled his eyes but knew you were right. As everyone piled in, you almost yelped when your legs got pushed out into the walkway but held your hand over your mouth as you pulled your legs back in, holding your breath as you waited to see if any zombie had seen you. Luckily they hadn’t.
Gwi-nam cursed and glared at the boy who had unintentionally, or maybe intentionally, pushed your leg out. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in between his legs so you were laying against his chest to make room for the two as you curled in on yourself. You were too much in shock to think about the crush you’d been harboring for him for years as the first of many tears started to fall down your cheek. A small and almost inaudible whimper escaped your lips but Gwi-nam heard it and quickly used one of his hands to cover your mouth while the other wrapped around your waist and pulled your back further into his chest as he rocked you slightly. No other sounds left you but the tears continued to fall.
The girl across from you wasn’t as lucky. She whimpered loudly as she cried and you reached out to take her hand, trying to get her to calm down but she just cried louder.
Gwi-nam let go of your mouth and waist to reach forward and wrap his hands around her face to cover her mouth. “Shh! Shut the fuck up!” He gritted out through his teeth quietly. His head snapped up when he heard snarling before making the quick decision to just kick her out from under the table. She screamed, attracting all of the zombies’ attention and she tried to get up and run away but they got her. You covered your mouth as your breathing quickened and clenched your eyes tightly together. Gwi-nam pulled you into his chest and your head rested in the crook of his neck. The water from the sprinklers was still dripping down the sides of the table the three of you hid under. Your clothes and hair were soaked completely and so were Gwi-nam’s. More tears fell from your eyes and you clinged to his shirt tightly.
“Go get it,” you heard the boy from above tell the boy across from the two of you.
“No. I won't,” he protested, whimpering when he saw the glare on his face grow.
“You stupid little…” Gwi-nam reached forward to grab onto his hair and yanked it.
“Stop. Please!” He begged. “Just send her! She’s crying just like the other girl was!” He suggested, thinking he was giving a good solution.
Gwi-nam didn’t speak for a second and you heard the boy let out a sigh of relief when his hair was released. “You know what, you’re right,” you heard him say and your body tensed. He wasn’t actually going to send you out there, was he? “She is crying.”
You forced your body to relax, accepting whatever would happen to you next but tensed back up in surprise when Gwi-nam kicked the boy out into the open.
“But she’s important.”
The boy quietly started crying when he saw the zombies running towards him and latching onto his leg. He grabbed onto your leg, pulling you with him as he begged for help.
“Please, help!” He dragged you out from under the table and you had to bite your tongue to keep from screaming as you desperately kicked at his hands. Gwi-nam came up from behind you and dragged you away, helping you to your feet before moving the both of you to dodge a zombie approaching him from behind. He quickly pushed you down so you were climbing through the space under the metal table before following closely behind and moving out of the way just as you put another, smaller, table in between the space of the two of you and the zombie. It just barely stopped the zombie from underneath, who you realized was the girl Gwi-nam had kicked out from under the table, from biting the two of you as she reached desperately but to no avail. As the two of you took a deep breath of relief from the zombie being out of reach, you quickly tugged Gwi-nam away by the sleeve after seeing another zombie approaching from the right and pushed a moving cart in front of the undead boy, causing him to fall over and scramble to get up. You both backed up and you heard someone trying to get your attention from beside you.
“Hey, kids. Down here. Come quick!” The older lunch lady told you and motioned for you to join her under the countertop. You let out a breath of relief as you moved towards her but it faltered when you saw the zombie you knocked over with the cart get up and rush towards you. Gwi-nam quickly grabbed your wrist and moved you out of the way as he grabbed the woman’s outreached hand and pulled her in front of him just as the zombie latched its teeth onto her neck. Her screams echoed through the small room and you let out a shaky breath as he pushed both the woman and the zombie away before rushing forward, your hands still interlocked, and trying to get to the other side of the kitchen. He stopped short and turned around to go the other direction when he saw the boy who suggested throwing you to the zombies contort his body in odd ways before getting up and scrambling towards you. Another zombie ran towards Gwi-nam but he stopped just short to avoid being the next victim of the virus, pulling you away from the zombie boy sneaking up on you from behind. Gwi-nam bent down suddenly and grabbed a knife, holding it out in front of him as he pushed you behind him and into a corner. Feeling useless, you looked around for something, anything, to help and luckily saw a butcher’s knife laying on a cutting board where lettuce pieces were scattered around on. As Gwi-nam was looking at one of the zombies on the other side of the room, the girl trapped underneath the metal table had escaped and jumped towards him before you grabbed her hair to yank her back, slashing her across the neck and getting blood scattered across your hand and face. You didn’t have any time to be disgusted or wipe yourself off when the lunch lady came up to you, now zombified, and tried to pull your arm into her mouth only for you to slash her across the face with your knife and then again across her throat, successfully making her drop to the floor in a lifeless heap. You looked over just in time to see the boy who turned the lunch lady into a zombie charge for Gwi-nam only to be thrown to the ground after he stabbed him through the neck with his own knife. Hastily, the two of you killed off the remaining zombies in the room together and breathed heavily after you finished.
You walked over to the sink and grabbed a paper towel from a roll to your left before wetting it and wiping down your face before turning to Gwi-nam and walking over to him. It wasn’t a lot, but he had blood drops scattered along his face so you gently reached up to wipe them away and he just watched you in silence with an unknown look in his eyes as you did.
Once you were done, you let your hand fall to your side and dropped the wipe to the side with a heavy sigh. The sound of creaking was heard to the side and the both of you looked over in fear as the gate protecting you from the horde of zombies surrounding the kitchen started to break in some areas. “We should go. I don’t think that will hold them for much longer. Especially since they know we’re in here and probably won’t back down anytime soon,” you told him and he nodded in agreement. He looked around before setting his eyes on the window of the room and pointing to it.
“There. We can use that to leave. We definitely can’t use the kitchen entrance so I think this will be the best option,” he explained and you hummed in agreement as you both walked up to it. You saw a lever to the side and quickly unlatched it before pushing the window open and looking around outside to see if there was anything, or anyone, out there that would put either of you at risk. The sun was going down and it was harder to see but you looked over and saw a small alleyway that appeared to be empty. You quickly jumped up onto the windowsill and Gwi-nam frantically put his hands on your waist to stop you from falling, which you let out a small laugh at. You sent him a look behind your shoulder and he rolled his eyes before playfully pretending to push you forward which you flinched at but then let out a small laugh. Jumping down onto the other side of the window, you kept watch as Gwi-nam helped himself get over the sill to hop down beside you. The both of you snuck behind the alleyway and peeked behind the wall to look for any escape. By that point, the sun had faded behind the horizon and the world was encased in darkness besides the lights that automatically turned on from the school’s lampposts. Looking around, you noticed a bike. Without looking, you lightly tapped Gwi-nam on the chest to get his attention and pointed at it.
“Fuck, luck us,” he exclaimed quietly and looked around to see how much of a risk the path to the bike was. “All we need to do is get to the bike.”
Grabbing your hand in one of his and his knife in the other, he quickly set a path to there. You noticed zombies had realized your appearance and tried to tug him back but it was too late. Letting go of his hand, you grabbed an oncoming zombie by the shoulders and threw it to the ground behind you, helping Gwi-nam up from where he’d fallen. You both sprinted to the vehicle and you grabbed both Gwi-nam and your own knives while he hastily got on the bike, trying to get it started and going quick enough for you to jump on so the two of you could go. Unfortunately, as he started ascending the bike, the two of you noticed the chain was broken and you cursed at your luck.
Not so lucky after all.
Abandoning the bike, the two of you jumped off and made a run for the school’s front entrance. The bike had slowed down the zombies behind you but the ones in front of you were still a risk and you had to stab one to stop it from getting too close. You gave Gwi-nam his knife back after you two had successfully made it back into the building and closed the glass doors behind you. Letting out an exasperated groan, you yanked Gwi-nam’s hand and pulled him along as you saw more zombies chasing after you, these ones inside of the building with you. You both ran around through the corridors, getting cornered by zombies but luckily finding an open door.
The principal’s office.
You both ran in and Gwi-nam slammed the door shut behind him. You turned around just in time for a zombie to lunge at you and you shoved its chest hard so it fell backwards. Gwi-nam grabbed one that was creeping up behind you and stabbed it a few times through the neck before throwing it over the principal’s desk where you heard it twitching and groaning before going silent. While he dealt with the another one, you handled the other two and the two of you cleared the room with great amounts of exerted effort.
You bent forward and rested your hands on your knees as you took deep breaths in to try and regulate your breathing. “Fuck. What the fuck. This is so fucked up,” you rambled under your breath and was Gwi-nam carelessly threw his knife down onto the coffee table before resting his hands above his head to try and regulate his own breathing.
“I hate this fucking school,” he complained and unceremoniously plopped down onto one of the soft chairs in the room. Walking over, you plopped down onto the one next to him and sighed.
“Let’s just go to sleep for a bit, we’re both too fucking tired to think properly, let alone fight anymore. Maybe tomorrow we can try to find another way out,” you reached over to where a modern rotary phone resided and tried dialing 119 but the dead dial tone playing through showed you that it was either broken or the calling services no longer worked. You sighed in exhaustion before falling to the side and resting your head on the arm rest of the chair. You could feel Gwi-nam’s eyes on you but didn’t bother looking up at him as your eyes fell heavily closed and your breathing seemed to even out on its own. The soft hand that fell onto your hair and gently caressed it away from your face didn’t help in keeping you awake and you felt your consciousness slipping through your fingers like sand at the beach.
The next morning, Gwi-nam woke with a start as he felt tapping on his arm and turned to see the one and only principal next to him. His hand fell away from where it limply rested atop your head and you let out a small groan of protest in your sleep which he would have thought was adorable if he wasn’t just rudely awoken by one of the last people he wanted to see. “Hey. You're Gwi-nam, right?” The principal asked him while he looked around nervously.
“What? Why?”
“How is it outside? Still the same?” He pestered and Gwi-nam groaned as he realized the situation he was still in, turning over in his seat to try and go back to sleep, now knowing neither you nor him were in any danger.
“You can drive a car, right?” The principal asked him and he just looked up at him before shaking his head lightly.
“I can't,” he denied.
“Come on!” The principal complained. “I had to cover up your mess last year when you guys drove your dad's car and caused an accident!” Gwi-nam just looked around in slight embarrassment before looking back up at him questioningly.
“Why do you ask?”
The principal reached into his pocket and retrieved a keychain with his car keys attached. “Here's my car key. It's in the parking lot. License plate, 7340,” he turned to go to his desk, opening a drawer and retrieving something from there before closing it loudly. Gwi-nam’s head snapped over to where you were still laying asleep and breathed out a sigh of relief when you didn’t even stir. “Bring it here,” the man walked over with a new pair of fresh socks in his hand and sat down on the couch beside you to put them on.
Gwi-nam slowly sat up and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. “Why?” He questioned.
“Go to the night duty room and out the window, it's in the lot.”
Gwi-nam groaned, realizing what he was being asked to do and layed back in the chair with his feet resting on the coffee table. His head laid against the back of the cushion and his hand returned to resting on top of your head, lazily scratching your head with his fingertips. “No way.”
“You punk. Listen to your principal at once!” The man arrogantly ordered him but Gwi-nam just sat back up and looked at him in annoyance while he defied him.
“I said no,” his eyes looked over at his knife just as the principal’s did too and they both reached forward for the object at the same time. The principal was quicker and grabbed onto it, holding it out in front of him awkwardly but threateningly.
“Give me that,” Gwi-nam demanded before grabbing onto the principal’s wrist and wrestling him for it. “Give me that!”
“You punk!”
“I said to let go!” Gwi-nam raised his voice as he finally got the principal to let go and looked down at you briefly only to see you still sleeping peacefully on the chair. “Damn it,” he sighed quietly and waved the knife back and forth as he looked back at the principal who looked terrified.
“Fine. Just get out of here.”
“Go with me.” Gwi-nam insisted but the man shook his head in rebuttal.
“Why should I? You go.”
“Go with me to the car. It'd be nice to have a shield, anyway,” Gwi-nam told him while gesturing to the older man’s body as he explained the purpose he would be using him for.
“What's wrong with you? Stay away!” The principal picked up a plant pot from beside him and held it above his head as if he was going to throw it.
“My god. Look at you,” Gwi-nam degraded and rolled his eyes at how pathetic he looked. “All right, Mr. Principal. If this were a game, I'd be… happy to kill you… sir.”
“Stop! Stay away!” The older man begged after Gwi-nam took a step forward, his voice raising. “Why don’t you just take her!” He pointed down to where you were still sleeping peacefully, undisturbed by the loud noises coming from above around you and Gwi-nam hosted a smile for a moment before turning back to glare at his so-called principal.
“God, why does everything suggest that?” He took another threatening step forward. “Is it so fucking hard to see that she’s important to me? I guess everyone is just too fucking dense to see it.” The principal looked worried for his own safety and suddenly Gwi-nam had wrestled him down so he was pressed against the coffee table with his chest down. “And keep it down, would you? She may be a fucking deep sleeper but anyone would wake up with a voice annoying as yours blaring in their ears.”
Suddenly, the door burst open and a familiar face popped in.
Cheong-san looked back and forth between the two of them, his eyes falling on the sleeping girl on the couch before training back on where Gwi-nam had the principal restrained against the table.
“Is that the principal?” He questioned, confused.
“Get this jerk off my back!” The older man protested and begged. “Get this psychopath!”
“Shh! I told you to shut the fuck up, didn’t I?” Gwi-nam grabbed his collar roughly to stop him from talking.
“What the hell, Gwi-nam?” Cheong-san asked the bully only to receive no answer but a demand instead.
“Cheong-san. Come here and tie his arms. The bastard won't stay still.”
“Hey. What are you doing?” He questioned with his eyes blown wide in shock.
“Come and tie him up,” Gwi-nam tried again.
“You're finished. Do you hear me? I'm expelling you! Untie me now!” The principal yelled only for Gwi-nam to shush him again and press his knife against his throat.
“Gwi-nam! Stop that!”
“Stop what? This fucking guy…” he stood up, pointing towards the helpless and pathetic man on the table before pointing the knife towards himself. “Tried to kill me. He said to go out and get his car!” He then switched the knife to his other hand and pointed his now knife free hand towards you. “And he tried to make me use her as a shield!” Gwi-nam leaned back down over the principal and pressed the knife onto his neck again. “You call yourself a principal.”
He suddenly got off of the principal and hid the knife behind his back as he saw Cheong-san bring out a phone from his pocket and start recording him.
“That's right. Good idea!” The principal praised Cheong-san’s quick thinking.
“I'm filming everything,” the boy explained. “Let go, or I'm gonna send this to the police immediately.”
“You little… I will kill you,” Gwi-nam threatened.
“Just stop acting like human garbage. No one respects you just because you act tough.”
“I'm the new boss of this school,” Gwi-nam explained to him like it was obvious. “Don't you get it?”
“Don't make me laugh. You're just a fucking loser who will serve bullies for his entire life,” Cheong-san spat at him and Gwi-nam’s face fell to a much more intimidating and annoyed one. He let his arms fall from behind his back, the knife no longer hidden from the camera.
“Yeah? Say that again,” Gwi-nam dared him but turned around after the principal had maneuvered himself off the table so he was near you, his leg pumped into yours and you stirred faintly which caused Gwi-nam to rush forward, slicing the side of the principal’s neck where he fell to the floor and bled out.
He walked towards Cheong-san who lowered the phone down in shock after seeing what he just witnessed. “You fucking…” Cheong-san couldn’t finish his sentence because of his shock as Gwi-nam walked towards him slowly, wiping the blood from his knife into his red-stained white button up shirt.
“So am I… still a loser? Are you with me or not? The phone,” Gwi-nam stuck his hand out as he demanded him to give him the phone with the video on it.
“You just murder-”
“Give me the phone!”
Gwi-nam lunged forward, trying to slash at Cheong-san who narrowly avoided his attack. The two ran around each other and scuffled for a bit before Cheong-san got ahead and ran out of the room with the cell phone in his possession. The zombies in the hall followed after him and Gwi-nam ran after him before turning back to look at you where you were still sleeping. It amazed him how heavy of a sleeper you were, not waking up even after all of that chaos. He rushed forward, giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead before silently promising you he would be back, running out the door and softly closing it behind him before chasing after Cheong-san.
Soon enough, the two ended up in the library. After seeing Cheong-san getting mauled off of the top of a bookshelf, Gwi-nam jumped on top of the bookshelf and yanked the shirt of the boy who pushed him off, successfully returning the favor and causing the zombies to lunge for the fallen boy. Gwi-nam chased after Cheong-san, both boys avoiding zombies whenever they came into near contact with them. The latter had jumped up onto a bookshelf but was stopped when a couple of zombies had tried to pull his leg down so he would fall. He managed to kick them off him and got onto the bookshelf but one followed him up. It miscalculated its jump and slammed into the light, bringing it down with it as it fell to the ground. Cheong-san had no time to breathe in relief as he saw Gwi-nam appear on top of another bookshelf and jump after him. They both scrambled after and away from each other, now crouching next to each other only separated by the gap of the two bookshelves and the zombies below.
“Cut it out,” Cheong-san grit out while both of them breathed heavily.
“Give me the fucking phone,” Gwi-nam demanded and held out his hand, waiting impatiently. He was desperate to get back to you, desperate to just hold you again and finally be able to say what he’d been too much of a coward to for the past three years. Now might as well be the perfect time.
“You killed the principal. You're a murderer.”
“You made me kill him, you shit!” Gwi-nam hissed. “You wanted proof I wasn't a coward.”
“You're insane.”
Gwi-nam slowly stood up, ready to fight and Cheong-san followed his lead. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before Cheong-san dashed in the other direction. Gwi-nam followed and lunged for the boy’s legs, knocking him down so he hit his head on the top of a bookshelf before falling to the floor where zombies quickly followed after and tried to take a bite of his flesh. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you asked, Cheong-san managed to get back up on a bookshelf only to find Gwi-nam already there. He kicked him in the stomach only to have ended up landing on his back with Cheong-san on top of him, trying to stop all of his attacks. The bookshelf rattled from the two’s fighting and from the zombies below trying to knock them over.
Gwi-nam noticed the pulling the zombies had been doing to the bottom of his pant leg and screamed at them, “Get off me!”
Just as he managed to get the zombies off and stood up, Cheong-san pulled down the light above them and slammed it against Gwi-nam’s back. An act that seemed to have no effect. The boy grabbed Cheong-san and slammed him down against the bookshelf before forcing his head over the edge and making it so he was dangling above the zombies who reached up and tried to grab at his hair.
“Should I save you?” Gwi-nam taunted. “What do you say? Beg for your life. Come on.”
“Screw you,” the other boy refused and Gwi-nam pulled his head up to punch him a few times, succeeding in knocking him out before searching his pants for the phone.
Just as he found it and tried to search for the photos app, Cheong-san woke up again and hit the phone out of his reach, just barely managing to catch it in his other hand above the zombie horde who reached endlessly for a bit of his flesh. Gwi-nam angrily resorted to choking him to try and get him to either pass out again or to reluctantly give him the phone.
Neither of which happened.
Gwi-nam screamed and whimpered in agony as he found himself with the edge of the phone lodged in his eyes, screaming even more as he then found himself being pushed off of the bookshelf and into the void of death below.
He fought for a way out, pushing the zombies away but only ending up to where he was laying against the top of a table and the zombies piled on top of him. He reached out for Cheong-san, now begging for his own life in an act of life’s cruel irony. “Damn it! Shit! Help me! Cheong-san! Fuck! Oh, please!” He begged and begged but Cheong-san only looked down at him before looking away, trying to plan for his escape. Gwi-nam cursed him silently, vowing to end his life and not let him get away with this.
“I'll kill you. I will kill you. Fuck you,” He cursed him in his head. “I'll…”
He stopped moving all together as his body gave in to the call of death, only leaving one last thought as he left the land of the living.
You.
Less than an hour later, Gwi-nam awoke in the same spot on the table, confused and scared as zombies still surrounded him. He looked down and pinch lightly at where he saw a bite mark had appeared on his stomach. “Oh, shit. Did I die? Am I dead?”
Suddenly zombies came running towards him after hearing the noise. He gasped and flinched back as he prepared himself to be attacked again only for the zombie to stop short after smelling him. More followed but none attacked him. They all just turned away like there was nobody there.
“Hey!” He experimented after the zombies turned around, looking for their next prey. They all turned back to him but turned back around after not smelling fresh meat.
A small smirk started to cover his face as he started to realize what was happening. “Aren't you gonna eat me, you zombie bastards?”
When they all growled but made no move to attack him. He let out a confused laugh before deciding to stand up, still cautious of the zombies surrounding him. When none of them tried to go after him, the fear he harbored started to dim and he gained more confidence with every step. He walked up to where a cracked mirror was and took slow steps as the memory of Cheong-san stabbing him with the edge of the phone refilled his mind. He slowly touched his eye, wincing when it stung a tiny bit but much less than he expected it to.
“Cheong-san, you son of a bitch! I'll kill you,” he vowed before his one good eye widened in realization. “Fuck!”
He started panicking as he thought about you being all alone before realizing he had closed the door and you were safely inside, probably still asleep from how deep of a sleeper you were. He calmed down and walked around, finding a ONE HEART club jacket and putting it on after taking off his blood-stained white button-up.
“What the fuck?” He sighed as he put the jacket on and zipped it up. “That means…” He paused as he looked around at the zombies who were growling and running into the walls around him. “I'm God.”
He rolled his eyes at the zombies before making his way back towards the principal’s office. He opened the door quickly and entered the room before any zombies could follow up behind him. He walked over and saw you in the same position he had left you in with your head resting on the arm rest and your legs curled up. He let out a small and quiet laugh as he walked over, making sure to be quiet as he gently lifted you from the couch and gathered you in his arms so you were sitting on his lap with your head resting against the curve of his neck. You let out a small groan of protest as your eyes fluttered open slightly.
“Gwi-nam?” You whispered out in confusion and tried to lift your head but he just gently pushed you back into his chest which you followed without any more complaint. “Where’d you go?” You asked, your words mumbling together and he cursed himself for you waking up while he was absent.
“I just had to deal with some things, but I’m back now.”
“You should’ve woken me up,” you scolded him lightly while wrapping your arms around his torso.
“But then you would’ve been awake and I would’ve had to listen to your dumbass scolding me,” he teased lightly and you lightly slapped the back of his arm from where you were holding him.
“Jerk.”
He smiled softly and leaned his head on top of your own, his cheek pressed to your crown, waiting for you to go back to sleep. He wasn’t satisfied until he heard your breathing even out once more. Lifting his head up, he looked down at you with a soft gaze as you breathed in deep breaths through your nose. Every exhale would softly blow against his neck but he didn't care. He tried to suppress his emotions but couldn’t stop the love bubbling underneath his skin and threatening to escape. He leaned down and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead before leaning his head back onto yours and closing his eyes, trying to get more sleep of his own.
“To hell with Cheong-san,” he thought to himself. “I’m never leaving you again.”
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perv gwi-nam who is always trying to sneak pictures of you when you're changing
perv gwi-nam who always drops something when he has multiple things in his hands so he can watch you bend down to pick it up for him
perv gwi-nam who 'accidentally' grabs your waist and slides his hardened cock against your ass when he needs to get past you
perv gwi-nam who can't help but stare in complete jealousy when you eat a popsicle or a lollipop
perv gwi-nam who put cameras in his bathroom so he could record you when you took a shower at his house
perv gwi-nam who would make all the random people he fucked pretend to be you and threatened to kill them if any of them said anything about it to anyone
#! ☣ ₊˚✧ aouad .#gwi nam smut#yoon gwi nam#gwi nam#gwi nam x reader#gwi nam blurb#all of us are dead#aouad#all of us are dead x reader#all of us are dead smut
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Hii, i like your Gwi Nam postsss, i have a request, can you do a "Gwi Nam x Reader" Where Gwi nam was already a Hambie and he is crying and sad because he can't find y/n around and once he found y/n he hugged her immediately and crying because he misses her, like they were close friends when the zombie apocolypse was still not spreading but because of he was a bully, y/n didn't wanna be friends with him anymore but Gwi nam changed and apologized to y/n, he tried his best to get along with Cheong san and the others and also confessed to y/n and accepted it?
Here is your request <33 i didn’t know how to end is so sorry about the abrupt ending💀
☁️missed you-yoon gwi-nam☁️
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gwi-nam had searched the whole school, yet he just couldn’t find you. the fact that he hadn’t seen you as a zombie gave him some hope but his hope was running thin.
tears brimmed his eyes as he thought about you, the last time you both spoke was when you decided not to be friends with him anymore. when you found out he was a bully, you instantly cut him off. you didn’t want to be friends with someone who hurt people.
gwi-nam missed you like crazy. when he became a hambie, it was an eye opener for him. he’d been given a second chance to change and it would start by making things right with you.
“where are you” gwi-nam whispered under his breath holding back tears as he was unsuccessful in finding you yet again.
it had been days since he’d last even seen a human being. with a sigh, he decided to try once more. he couldn’t give up easily. gwi-nam dragged his feet up some more stairs and headed down the hallway, he entered the first classroom on the left which was the music room. as his eyes scanned the room all he could see was zombies.
with a sigh be turned on his heel to leave but he then noticed a familiar smell. it smelt like you. your perfume was very distinct as it was very floral and sweet. a glint of happiness filled gwi-nam as he then went to look around the room, maybe you were hiding behind a desk?
after searching, he still couldn’t find you.
and that’s when he heard it.
your voice.
it was extremely quiet but with his new hambie senses, he could just about here you.
you were talking to yourself. about a plan to get to the roof.
“if i wait for the coast to be clear, i could maybe slip past the zombies when they aren’t looking” you were muttering to yourself.
gwi-nam let out grin as he then approached small closet that was in the music room.
he knocked on the door gently, loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough to bring attention to the zombies in the room.
when you heard the knock, you instantly froze. had zombies figured out how to knock?
with a gulp, you pressed your ear to the door to see if you could hear anything. silence. and then you heard it.
gwi-nam’ voice.
never in a million years did you think you’d be excited and happy to hear his voice again. but, what was he doing standing there and leaving himself a target for zombies?
“y/n is that you?” his voice was soft.
you quickly unlocked the door and pulled gwi-nam in before locking the door again.
“you’re an idiot you know that? standing there like bait, the zombies could’ve gotten to you. seriously, how childish-” you began to scold him but immediately stopped speaking once you felt gwi-nam envelope you in a hug.
he was surprisingly warm and you found yourself returning the hug.
“i missed you so much” he whispered into the hug and you sighed slightly “im glad you’re safe y/n”
“im glad you’re safe too” you hummed before pulling away from the hug, when you finally looked at him you gasped slightly.
gwi-nam was missing an eye.
“w-what happened to you?” your brought your hand up to cup his cheek.
you couldn’t help but be nurturing towards gwi-nam. even though you stopped being his friend, you were once really close to him. you couldn’t stop yourself from caring.
“it’s a long story..y/n im so sorry for everything. im sorry for being a fucking bully and im sorry for being a bad person. i should’ve realised earlier but i regret everything, im sorry that my actions broke our friendship off. i care about you so much. please forgive me” gwi-nam took a hold of your hand that you had on his cheek.
you looked at gwi-nam’ facial expression and it broke you. he had tears in his eyes and he was definitely being genuine. you nodded your head, you were more than willing to forgive him. you now also had tears in your eyes and gwi-nam wrapped his arms around you again.
“thank you” he said into the hug and you tightened the hug.
after pulling away, you let out a small smile before rubbing his cheek.
“now tell me, what happened to your eye?” you questioned him and gwi-nam explained it all.
how he killed the principal and how he and cheong-san had gotten into a fight, how he was now a hambie and how he regretted it.
although it shocked you, you knew he trying to better and you could tell how much he regretted all of his actions. you thought about it before telling gwi-nam your plan. which was you were trying to get back to your friends including cheong-san who were now on the roof.
in an instant gwi-nam agreed to help you get to the roof so you both planned how to get to the roof.
you then soon found yourself knocking on the roof door. gwi-nam was fighting the zombies off while you desperately knocked to be let through to the roof.
“guys! it’s me, please open the door!” you yelled through the door and eventually it was opened.
you hastily called out to gwi-nam and you both quickly went through the door before slamming it shut. adrenaline pumped through you as you caught your breath, when you looked up you saw all of your friends stood watching you and gwi-nam.
“y/n why have you brought this asshole with you!?” cheong-san picked up a large piece of wood and held it up like he was ready to his gwi-nam.
you understood why but gwi-nam was going to be better so you instinctively put yourself infront of gwi-nam.
“look, i know you guys aren’t the best of friends but-” you began.
“not the best of friends? this asshole tried to kill me!” cheong-san yelled and you sighed.
“i know…but, i’ve spoken with him and he’s trying to be better. he asked for my forgiveness and i gave it to him. im not asking you to forgive him or to be friends with him..just give him a chance to prove himself” you said your part.
it took a while but eventually your friends agreed to give gwi-nam a chance. the only condition, was that you had to stay with gwi-nam no matter what to keep an eye on him.
you were more than happy to do so, you were just grateful your friends were even giving him a chance.
all of you were waiting for the army to hopefully arrive. you needed saving. a fire was burning in the middle of the roof and you all sat around it in a circle. cheong-san to the left of you and gwi-nam to your right.
“so what’s the plan if the army don’t arrive?” gwi-nam spoke up and cheong-san kissed his teeth in annoyance.
“we haven’t thought of that yet” you answered gwi-nam since no one else would.
“we should all start thinking about that, we can’t trust that they’ll come”
“i know, but we’re all trying to have some hope” you patted his leg.
“maybe it’s time to just breifly start thinking about it though”
“don’t tell us what to do! you just want to get us killed! you’re just the bullies gopher so know you’re place” cheong-san spat at gwi-nam while staring daggers into gwi-nam.
you paused as you noticed gwi-nam’ jaw clench and his fist roll up into ball.
god, this couldn’t be good.
you looked between the two who were glaring at each other now and gwi-bam for a split second looked at you before taking a deep breath in.
he then stood up and walked away into a corner.
“cheong-san please just give him a chance” you sent your friend a small smile before going to check on gwi-nam.
he was taking some deep breaths in and out while pacing up and down.
“that was really big of you to walk away” you told him and he stopped what he was doing.
“im trying to be better, for you” he looked at you and you nodded.
“i promise you y/n, i will be better. this might sound crazy to you but, y/n i care for you a lot. i didn’t even know it was possible to care this much for someone. i missed you so much and now that im here with you i feel things” gwi-nam was now standing directly in front of you.
your heart began to beat fast.
“i feel things that i’ve never felt for anyone before. y/n i love you and want to be with you. will you be my girlfriend?” gwi-nam finally admitted while placing a hand on your cheek.
you didn’t know what to say. you swallowed hard as gwi-nam rubbed soft circles on your cheek. you then let out the biggest grin while nodding.
“yes. a hundred times yes” you told him.
in an instance, you leaned in and pressed your lips onto gwi-nam’ lips. he kissed you back and brought his other hand to cup your other cheek to deepen the kiss.
you could feel him smile into the kiss as your hands rested on his torso.
after the kiss was over, he rested his forehead onto yours and you both just appreciated each other’s presence.
#kdrama imagine#all of us are dead#all of us are dead imagines#all of us are dead fic#gwi nam fic#gwi nam imagine#gwi nam#gwi nam imagines#gwi nam x reader#aouad imagines#aouad#writing#kdrama x reader#yoon gwi nam
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Yellow (Part 1)
wearer is willing to hug
Gwi-nam x f/Reader
Main Masterlist ♡ All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist ♡ Yoon Gwi-Nam Masterlist ♡ Jelly Bracelets Masterlist
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Am I late to this fandom? Oh hell, yes, but the show was so good.
Warnings: Some swearing. Nothing sexual yet
WC: 869
Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @weputthefunin-funeral 2nd & 3rd gifs @dramastream
YN’S POV:
He is staring again.
Ever since I transferred to Hyosan High School a few months ago, I was used to being stared at, as I joined a month into the new school year.
Many people wanted to know where I was from. Why did I transfer?
Did I do something bad that made me have to transfer to a whole new school and leave my friends behind?
The answer was no.
My father got promoted and we needed to move for his job.
I quickly became old news and made friends. People stopped staring at me, except for one.
Yoon Gwi-nam.
"He is staring at you again." Jang-Mi said to me as she nudged my foot under the cafeteria table.
"I know. I can feel his eyes on me wherever I go."
"Maybe he likes you." Sun-Hee said as she nudged my shoulder.
Before I could say anything, Jang-Mi quickly said, "No shit."
The two of them started to bicker, and I ate there in silence, trying to wrap my head around what Sun-Hee said.
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I wasn't really paying attention to what the teacher was even saying. I was staring out the window, playing with the bracelets that I had on my wrist.
Laughing silently to myself at the myth that came with these so-called sex bracelets.
They were a going away gift from my friend Ye-Rim. She knew I like to try and accessorise the school uniforms as much as possible without getting in trouble, of course.
"Just make sure no one snaps them." She said teasingly.
"Or what? I will have to do what that person says?" I scoffed as I looked down at the bag of jelly bracelets.
"Yes." She then on to tell me what the meanings were behind each of the colours.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I sat up straight and leaned back slightly to listen. "You are gonna get caught." Dal-rae, another one of my friends whispered to me.
I was gonna say something back, but I was called on by the teacher to answer a question.
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I ran as fast as I could towards the school, but even I knew I wasn't going to make it on time, and that was going to be three demerit points.
Either way, I was gonna be late, so I decided to stop running and take my time, but I wasn't the only one.
Myung-hwan and his pathetic group of friends weren't that far from me, and that included Gwi-nam.
Who seemed to have a sixth sense of when I was close to him because he looked over his shoulder and I could see the half-smirk on his face.
He said something to Myung-hwan, who looked back at me as well and said something back to Gwi-nam that had the both of them laughing. Gwi-nam stopped walking, and the others continued walking.
I held my head up high and went to walk past him, but I didn't realise he had his hand out to grab my backpack until I was pulled back into his chest.
"Now, now, YN, where are your manners?" He tutted at me.
Gwi-nam's POV:
She raised her eyebrow at me. "What do you want, Gwi-nam?" She asked instead.
This is probably the first time I have heard her say my name. I mean, I hear it in my head as I think about her, but never once from her own lips.
"All I want is a hug."
She took a step back and looked me up and down, clearly confused.
"Why would I give you a hug? I don't even know you."
I figured she would ask that.
"You see YN when I saw those bracelets that you constantly wear under your jumper one day, I remember one of my older cousins mentioning them and said they were all a fad in North America when they did a student exchange program."
"They have no meaning." She tried to say.
"But they do. Now I would like a hug." I held the snapped, yellow bracelet up high for her to see.
YN gasped and looked down and saw that it was indeed gone from her wrist.
"Unless you want me to tell everyone that you actually had to come here because you got caught cheating on your exams at your old school."
"You are willing to tell some stupid lie just to get a hug? Why? No one else will touch you?" I could tell she was angry, but I stood my ground.
She looked like she was having an inner battle with herself, and she sighed and held her arms open and wrapped them around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around her.
The hug wasn't very long, but just as she was about to pull away, I made sure she heard me say, "You will be mine, YN." and I let go of her.
YN quickly turned to walk towards the school.
"Oh and YN?" She stopped and didn't say anything.
"Make sure to keep wearing those bracelets. I think you and are going to have fun with them."
Orange (<-Part 2)
#female reader#reader imagine#reader insert#aouad yoon gwi nam#all of us are dead gwi nam#aouad gwi nam#gwi nam smut#yoon gwi nam#gwi nam x reader#gwi nam x female reader#gwi nam#gwi-nam fanfic#all of us are dead#all of us are dead imagine#all of us are dead fic#all of us are dead fanfic
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All Of Us Are Dead as Text Posts
I made all of these a while ago and I don't think I posted them here.
I'm gonna rewatch the show, so I might make more.
#aouad#all of us are dead#text post#gwi nam#lee cheong san#nam on jo#choi nam ra#lee su hyeok#yang dae su#lee byeong chan#min eun ji
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Yoo Insoo x Luxury
#Yoo Insoo#korean actor#photoshoot#Kdrama#all of us dead#aouad#alchemy of souls#the good bad mother#the uncanny counter 2#the uncanny counter#yoon gwi nam#gwi nam#netflix#netflix korea#netflix kdrama#high cookie#a daily dose of sunshine#death’s game
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||Class President|| Part 3 (Gwi-nam x reader)
You frantically looked about the kitchen as you pulled yourself further back under the table. You knew you couldn't stay there for long and that eventually you would both be spotted. There were too many of them for you to fight off, especially not on your own.
Gwi-nam taps your shoulder, pulling you from your daze. You look over your shoulder at him and follow his gaze to the set of kitchen knives on the counter. Bingo.
" That little pussy wouldn't go get it. " Gwi-nam sneered before looking to you. " Go get it. " You gave him a look of hesitation, but he just glared down at you. Right now, he was much more terrifying than the things he would throw you to if you disobeyed. Thinking for a second you nod at him. You crouch down under the table as you move closer to the edge. You scan your surroundings carefully, waiting for the right moment... Go.
You dart from under the table. Moving quickly to avoid the girl Gwi-nam had thrown to the wolves earlier. You grab 2 large knives and spin around just in time to dodge another zombie from flying at you. You crash ungracfully into a sink. You could feel the zombies grasping at your hair from outside the kitching but you pull away as you kick the zombie which had clambered ontop of you in the chest. Climbing out of the sink you slide the second knife across the floor to where Gwi-nam was still hiding under the table. He grips it tightly in his hand and climbs out from the safety of the table, joing the fight.
You get slammed chest first onto the ground painfully by the boy from earlier, you attempted to shove him off but he was much too heavy. You feel his weight be lifted off you and you can hear his snarls turn into gargled noises. You turn around to see hat Gwi-nam had stabbed his knife into the boys neck. The sight made your stomach churn and you fought back the urge to throw up. You didn't have time to dwell on it. Jumping to your feet you fight off another zombie coming at you. Following Gwi-nams actions you forcfully stab the large knife into the womans neck. Her snarls turned into gargles as she choked on her own blood. The feeling made you ill. She slumped forward as you pulled the knife out and watched her crumple to the floor. You stare at your bloodied hand, You had just killed someone... Tears wekked in your eyes as you tried to process what you had just done...
" Move! " Gwi-nam yelled as he gripped your arm and dragged you through the kitchen and out the emergency exit door. Your vision was blurred and your mind was clouded as you were dragged along in a daze. You collide harshly with Gwi-nams back as he stops abruptly. Only now did you realise it was dark.
" Watch it! " He whispers angrily. He had dragged you to the corner of a wall. Peaking around the corner you spot a dozen zombies lurking.
" We just need that bike.." Gwi-nam mumbles. You glance at the bike in question. It was Seol-ya's, she had mentioned thismorning how the chain had come loose on her way to school thismorning, leaving it completely usless.
" It's bust, the chains come loose.." You remark. Gwi-nam groans angrily before turning to glare at you.
" Got a better plan, Class Pres? " He snides. You roll your eyes before thinking. There most likely wouldn't be any zombies in the principles office.. It would be a safe place to hide until help arrived..
"...there.. they're might still be empty classrooms... or even the principles office since it has a phone we could use for help." You think out loud as you stair into the courtyard. Gwi-nam scoffs.
" Its crawling with zombies.." He remarks with an eye roll.
" We'll just have to move fast and be quiet.." He looks at you, as if about to argue with it but decides its worth a try. You both ready yourselves for the run. You notice him adjusting his grip on the blade and so you do the same with yours. You move slightly ahead of him and look back witha soft nod, indicating that your ready when he is.
Taking a breth you sprint out from behind the wall as fast as you could. The soft noise from your shoes hitting the ground seemed to alert the zombies as they turnred towards you and Gwi-nam. They all rushed at you both, teeth snapping. You shoved the first few out of your way before taking your knife to one that was particularly close. Adrenaline feuled your escape as you bolted through the courtyard towards the main school building, Gwi-nam not too far behind. You were a good runner, being apart of the track team. Your best bet was sprinting past them while leaving the brute strength to Gwi-nam since that was his speciality. Making it to the entrance you shove open the doors. By now you barely acknowledged the zombies, just shoving them out of your way as you focused on getting to the nearest empty classroom. You scanned every classroom you passed, eachone containing zombies that snapped and growled at you through the windows as you darted past them. Eventually, you made it to the principles office. Thankfully, muc to your relief, it appeared to be empty bar one or two. Taking your chances you dart inside. The girl in the far corner rushes at you but you quickly take your knife and slit her throat in your panic. Gwi-nam enters just intime to grab the other and repetedly stab him in the neck.
You both take your times catching your breaths, The only sound being your heavy pants as you both calm your breathing. You once again look down at your bloodied hands. They were shaking. Your whole body was hsaking now that you thought about it. You shakily rub your hands on your skirt, attempting to wipe off some of the blood. Gwi-nam flops down onto one of the arm chairs and props his feet up onto the table.
" Fuckin' hell, you can run." He remarks with a chuckle. He seemed suprised.
" You in track or somethin'?" He asks jokingly. You nod in response. He looks at you shocked but drops it.
" You're surprisingly useful.." He mutters and you smile sarcastically at him.
" Wow. Thanks Gwi-nam, that is such a complimet coming from you! " You joke, he rolls his eyes.
" Whatever."
You sit down on the couch and set your knife down on the coffee table infrint of you. You hadn't realised how much your body ached until you sat down. Your whole body felt so heavy as you melted into the soft leather. You breathed a sigh of relief as you flet your muscles relaxing.
You both sat in uncomfortable silence. There wasn't much to say, but it didn't make the tension any less awkward.
" What a monday." Gwi-nam speaks up as he readjusts himself in his chair, propping his arms under his head. You laugh a little.
" Don't fucking chat...not exactly how I thought school would go." You indulge in his mild attempt at small talk. You found yourself relaxing slightly, atleast he wasn't trying to kill you...
And this was how the next few hours went.. small talk, the odd joke and then silnce.. you didn't mind it, there wasn't much to say but the company was nice, You couldn't help but think back to your friends..how they had just abandoned you. You wondered where they were now, were they safe? Were they okay?...You pushed the thought aside.. no point dwelling on it.Right now what you needed was a plan.
Think of a plan...survive.
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Vodka and Cinnamon
Pairing: Yoon Gwi Nam x f!reader
Summary: Gwi nam always had eyes for you, and he finally had a chance to prove it to you. (Non apocalyptic)
!not proofread!
sfw, fluff.
(kinda rushed)
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Wherever you were, he would always stare at you. In class, at lunch, anywhere, all the time.
At first you didn’t notice, he never got too close to you. That was until it became so obvious even your friends were warning you about him.
Gwi Nam didn’t have the best reputation, and for good reason. That’s why when you noticed his interest for you, you assumed the worst and tried avoiding him like the plague.
Gwi Nam only identified his growing crush on you after he saw you less and less. He figured out what was happening and tried to keep you safe from a distance so that you wouldn’t know he’s around. He thought you hated him and found him disgusting because of everything he does, but he got enough satisfaction looking at you and making sure your safe and happy even if it meant you didn’t know it was him.
Small things like people who insulted you coming and apologizing soon after, flowers anonymously gifted to you when you were having a bad day, and small baskets of your favorite foods with small notes whenever he felt like you could use them.
These small actions weren’t going to blind eyes. Little by little, your heart grew fonder for whoever was going out of their way for you. You racked your brain as to who it could be, but nobody came to mind.
To Gwi Nam, you both seemed so close yet so far. He never got a chance to physically be close to you, only feet away so that he doesn’t upset you. There were 2 or 3 times he got to be close to you. In the lunch line, in crowded hallways, and in parties. All times you barely noticed his presence and when you did he made it seem like a problem.
For example, once the school hallways were bustling with students rushing to get to different places. You accidentally bumped into Gwi Nam head first and quickly looked up to apologize. He wanted with all of his heart to say it was okay and ask about your day, but he got nervous and muttered “whatever” under his breath instead before walking away. In that small interaction with you, he noticed details about you. How you smelled faintly of cinnamon, a freckle on your face, and your eyes. God, your eyes. Looking at them so closely was like a wish come true for him.
He only fell harder at times like these, whilst your opinion about him grew worse. ‘Whatever? Did I do something that wrong to annoy him?’ You thought to yourself.
This continued for months. Many times you would see Gwi Nam buying small snacks or flowers at stores. You would take little notice of it, only thinking it was a gift for someone he cared about. It came as a shock at first, but you grew to admire him for it.
Slowly, you started to notice small things. For some reason, majority of the time you saw Gwi Nam buying something sweet, something similar or almost exactly the same would be given to you after. You had your suspicions but decided not to entertain them with the belief that Gwi Nam wouldn’t waste his time doing something like that for you.
You noticed as his behavior started improving too. He started defending bully victims and standing up to his friends when they were out of line. Little by little, your admiration for Gwi Nam grew.
One particular day, you were at a party. It had been a long time since you were in a relationship or even a fling, and apart from the presents, you felt incredibly lonely.
Somehow, you managed to get shit faced and found yourself being led up to a room by a random guy. Just as you were about to enter, you felt yourself being pulled away. The man you were initially pursuing looked confused before seeing Gwi Nam glare at him, and went away.
“Hey! What was that for?” You shouted, mildly annoyed at missing a chance. “I’m all for people having a good time, but not when it’s you with that douchebag. You can pick anyone else, not the guy who’s known for being a manwhore.” Gwi Nam replied calmly. “Yeah? Well he’s the only one who would take me!” You yelled at him. Your faces were incredibly close, with you getting in his space to make your point. “That’s not true.” Gwi Nam said, maintaining his composure trying to focus on what you were saying and not your proximity. “Oh yeah? Kiss me then.” Gwi Nam stared at you in shock. “See? You won’t do it!” You looked away angrily.
Thats when he gently turned your face to his and pressed his lips against yours. He pulled away quickly, not wanting to kiss you when you were drunk and didn’t know what was going on. Just then, you grabbed his face and kissed him again, passionately this time. It wasn’t long before he returned the kiss and you both slowly pulled away out of breath.
He smelt your cinnamon perfume, felt your soft lips. The taste of vodka mixed with your scent was something he could’ve fallen in love with when it came to you.
You both smiled gently at eachother and then started laughing.
“wait. What about your girlfriend.” You asked. “What girlfriend?” “You know- the one you buy presents for everyday” you said. He looked at you before grinning widely.
”all the presents were for you. They’ve always been for you.”
#all of us are dead x reader#su hyeok x reader#gwi nam x reader#gwi Nam#aouad x reader#aouad imagines#aouad#fluff
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gwi nam x reader
authors note: another writing from my old tumble page, i found an easier way to copy and paste them over here 😂 this is one my favorites probably, it was requested 💗
warnings: angst, some humor, gwi nam vs cheong san, zombie gwi nam
i watched in horror at what was going down in front of me. i was quietly hiding under a table in the library. i was with gwi nam until we got split up in the cafeteria when all hell broke loose. we grew up together as kids so i was the only one who knew his story and understood why he is the way he is. i knew about the abuse at home and that the love he was missing from his life made him the asshole he is today… but to me he was different. i was the only source of love he ever had and i always wished it was enough to make him whole but it was never enough. i thought he was gone forever til i thought i heard his voice which made me peek through the chairs i put around the table as a barrier to somewhat protect me if i got ambushed by zombies which is still weird to have to remind myself to be aware of.
“AGGH!” i heard a thud and someone cry. the sound of zombies growling never went away but it was louder now. it sounded like maybe they had found a victim. i was shaking. i was almost too afraid to look now. i heard running and panting. the next thing i know i see shoes zoom by from under the table. i took a deep breathe and then finally looked to see what the hell was happening.
i saw gwi in a crouched position on top one of the bookcases across the room and i heard someone else too but all i could see was the top of their hair. “give me the phone.” i heard gwi nam speak sternly. i couldn’t see his front but the back of his shirt looked stained with blood. i couldn’t help but be anxious but still curious about what was going on.
“You killed the principal! You’re a murderer!” i heard a familiar voice yell back at gwi nam. i listened to them go back and forth and my head was spinning at what i was hearing. why would he kill the principal? we had a terrible principal. he never punished bullies, no i don’t support bullying. i always try to get him to stop but he was too afraid of what would happen if he disobeyed his own bully. he would never admit that though, not even to me. i don’t know how i feel about murder… i wish i knew what happened. there’s fucking zombies right now, nothing is making any sense.
“you’re insane!” I saw a body lunge and gwi nam followed them. zombies were following their every move and growling at them hoping for a meal, not focused on me at all. i carefully moved a chair over trying not to make any noise so i could crawl out from under the table. i saw gwi nam and who i now recognize as lee cheong san jumping from bookcase to bookcase. I got up quickly still without making any noise. i looked forward without having to move even a step. i could see it all.
“just give me the fucking phone you asshole!!” gwi nam screamed at cheong san. i saw gwi nam on top of cheong san choking him. i was so confused. did gwi nam kill the principal? why? why would he kill anything besides a zombie? and how did cheong san even get involved? “do you want me to save you? beg for me to save you.” gwi nam smiled scarily.
“agggh!!” cheong san cried out again and i saw him smack the phone out of gwi nams hands into the air and caught it before shoving that same phone into gwi names eye making gwi nam yell in pain. i was shaking. i felt powerless. i felt confused. to top it off i was scared. if i attempt to even do anything im definitely done for. there’s too many zombies around them. not to mention cheong san is probably right so i don’t want to hurt him either but i don’t want him to take gwi nam away from me. i got off the floor and looked around trying to find any sort of weapon i could use to help but there was nothing. i was useless and scared for what could happen. when i looked back over at them it was too late. i watched cheong san push my closest and longest friend off of him into the hungry zombies crowding around the bookshelf they were fighting on.
i was forced to watch it all. i couldn’t move, i was frozen in fear and heartbreak and anger and so many emotions i couldn’t express. they devoured him as tears ran down my face. i watched him beg for cheong san to help him, karma biting him in the ass, probably literally. “I’ll kill you cheong san. I’ll fucking kill you!!”. i stood there with tears in my eyes, watching in horror. i wanted to scream but i couldn’t. i watched cheong san stand there stuck staring down at what he had just had to do, but as soon as he knew gwi nam was dead he bolted for the door.
“Y/N..” i heard gwi nam call out weakly. i turned around slowly, shaking from crying and saw his bloody face looking at me. zombies were on top of him biting the shit out of him while he stared at me and tried to push fight for his life with what little strength he had left. “please don’t leave me.” he pleaded and cried in pain continuing to push against the zombies. i watched with a broken heart. “i’m sorry.” i sobbed before rushing back under the table and blocking myself back in there with the moved chair. i curled up in a ball and cried myself to sleep. i didn’t care if i lived or died. it didn’t matter anymore.
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i woke up who knows how long after running out of tears. i rubbed my eyes and just sat still for a moment remembering what happened not long ago. he was gone. i didn’t even know if i was mad… he did bad things, but he was so good to me. i felt selfish even though i know im allowed to love someone that everyone else hates. i still had hope for him but now there’s no hope for either of us. he’s gone and there’s fucking zombies everywhere. i don’t even know if i should stay or go. i sat up slowly and carefully moved to look through the chairs and see how many zombies are around me.
i heard light footsteps making me freeze. i tried to be as still as possible, listening closely to make sure i wasn’t just hearing things. the foot steps got closer to my table and i thought i heard someone… sniffing? my heart was racing. considering cheong san was fighting with gwi nam that must mean there are others. I didn’t know if there was a zombie stalking me or a person.. cause apparently if you’re human you still aren’t safe from humans.
the sniffing noise got closer making me shake in fear and try to very quietly scoot away to the other side of the table. “where the fuck is she?” i coulda swore i heard gwi nam grumble frustratedly. my eyes widened in confusion. that couldn’t be him… i watched him die. i watched cheong san push him into the zombies and then gwi begged me not to leave him, i KNOW that happened.
without even thinking i spoke up shakily “gwi?” i was so afraid but he’s all i had. no one ever liked me because i was friends with gwi nam. i don’t blame them, but they don’t understand. they don’t know the gwi nam i know. he listened to me, he cared for me and most importantly felt safe with me. he knew i would never hurt him the way everyone else who was supposed to show him love and care did. i wanted nothing more than to always be that for him and i let him down. i didn’t protect him when he needed me.
“Y/N/N?” i heard his voice again and footsteps rush back over in my direction. one of the chairs blocking the exposed area under the table was jerked out from its spot and like a fucking miracle there he was. crouched down in front of me with a lifeless look on his face that turned into a cocky grin when he laid eyes on me. when i saw what used to be his eye i frowned. i looked over the zombie bites that covered his body and the blood stains on his clothes. coming back to reality i looked at him in shock. “what?.. h-how? y-you?..” i stuttered in shock. i looked back at his face again and he still had a cocky smile. “are you ok?” i whispered kinda scared. “are you gonna eat me?” i asked seriously and started scooting away from him slowly. i never took my eyes away from his. “it’s ok. it’s just gonna hurt and I’m sorry i couldn’t help you, I was too scared.” I started crying. “i don’t want to be a zombie but now you’re one so i don’t care.” now sobbing and looking away from him. “just fucking eat me alr-“ i was interrupted by gwi nam rushing at me making me scream, but to my surprise he just hugged me tight.
“shhh calm the fuck down. i’m not gonna eat you.” he spoke sternly in my ear and squeezed his arms holding me closer to him. i didn’t know if i was scared or happy. he didn’t say anything he just rubbed his hands up and down my back comforting me like i had done for him so many times before. before he turned cold. how is this happening?
“what the fuck is going on gwi?” i whispered while relaxing against his chest and wrapping my arms around him, feeling comfortable enough to hug him back.
“i think i’m a god. i’m not dead.” he spoke seriously and leaned back to look me in my eyes. it hurt me to see him like this. it’s worse because i watched it all happen. “you didn’t leave me. you’re still here.” he rested his hand on my cheek. this was weird… he may not bully me but i never said he was soft. he was cold but i was his rock. i helped him get through every rough time in his life even in his mean years. even when being honest with how i felt towards his actions i still had compassion for him.
“i didn’t want to live anymore. i was hoping i would be found by zombies in my sleep.” i replied honestly. i reached up and returned the same gesture, caressing his cheek in my hand. “but now that you’re somehow here and alive, i promise you i will never leave you.” i ran my thumb along his cheek bone and softly smiled.
“good.” he sighed and moved to sit and pull me onto his lap. “because i love you and that means you’re my girlfriend. i was gonna tell you this earlier but the fuckin zombies kinda fucked that up for me.” he grumbled and pressed his forehead against mine. “i lost you. i looked everywhere. that shit head principal and cheong san tried to kill me but im unstoppable AND i found you.” he said kissing my lips roughly. i kissed back trying to keep up. even if he didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend and more so told me i was i didn’t care…. i loved him too and will happily accept his demand.
he kissed down my jaw to my neck and stopped suddenly sniffing my skin giving me goosebumps. “im hungry.” he moaned before quickly sliding me off of him and crawling away from me. “i’ll be right back.” he looked back and winked at me with his remaining eye. “remember your promise, yeah? I’ll be right back, don’t die.” he smirked before getting up and closing me back in.
i sat there trying to process everything that just happened and all i could do was chuckle to myself. “i have a fucking zombie boyfriend.”
#gwi nam#gwi nam x reader#yoon gwi nam#yoo in soo#all of us are dead x reader#all of us are dead#aouad#aouad x reader#gwi nam fanfic
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Star Crossed - Chapter 4
❤️Happy Holidays all! Hope you all had a wonderful time and if you didn’t I hope sincerely that it gets better for you!❤️
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Warnings: Normal AOUAD things,
Word Count: 7,717
“Gyeong-su…” You heard Cheong-san say from behind you but it was like you were hearing it from underwater. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat.
And the thoughts that Gyeong-su might not have one soon.
As Gyeong-su wiped his nose to find it bleeding, he brought his hands up to see black and purpled prominent veins growing from underneath the cuff of his undershirt and he looked at them in shock, shaking his head and mumbling indistinctly.
He stood up and breathed shakily as he tried to speak while his chair skid across the flooring. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong with me? Something’s wrong!”
You stood up from your chair and stood in front of him. You grabbed his hands and he looked you in the eyes. You nearly started sobbing on the spot as you saw the whites of his eyes turning red but swallowed down the lump in your throat before smiling at him.
“Y-yo…” you tried the first time but couldn’t get the words out so you cleared your throat and tried again. “You just need a t-tissue. It’ll be okay.”
He nodded as tears filled his eyes. The both of you knew you were lying but it was okay to be delusional sometimes… right?
He’d be okay… right?
If you just kept repeating that then he would be okay.
Everything was fine.
Gyeong-su was fine.
You were fine.
Right?
You frowned as you heard the scurrying of footsteps behind you while you reached into your pocket to grab one of the crumpled tissues you had from earlier and gave it to him but he couldn’t seem to grab it and it dropped to the floor.
“It’s not true…” You heard Cheong-san say from behind you yet you kept all of your focus on the boy who was in front of you.
“Come on. Get rid of him. Get rid of him now!” You heard Na-yeon scream and just as you were about to yell at her to shut up you felt someone grab you by the hand and pull you away from the boy.
“No, no…!” You tried to complain and weakly pulled against the hands restraining you, already knowing who it was. “Su-hyeok, he’s not. Gyeong-su’s not! I was with him for half an hour, he’s not!” You tried your best to convince him and looked up at him just to see him trying to keep a straight face while tears filled his eyes. “No!”
“Gyeong-su, stay where you are!” You heard On-jo say from behind you which brought your attention back to the group as Gyeong-su had rushed forward but everyone stepped back into a corner to try and avoid him like the plague. “Stay back!”
“I swear, I’m fucking not!” Gyeong-su begged and your heart broke at hearing the confidence in his words faltering.
“I’m sorry, Gyeong-su. Please, stay back.”
You watched as the remaining bit of hope in Gyeong-su’s eyes vanished like a flame being doused by water. “I’ve turned, right?” He asked, his voice quivering. “Cheong-san, what do I do?” He begged for guidance that none of you could provide, especially not Cheong-san who was dealing with the fact that his lifelong best friend was about to die at the hands of a virus that turned the kindest of souls into a flesh eating monster.
“No, no. This doesn’t make any sense. Why would you…” He started, just as confused and in denial as you were when On-jo came up from behind him and tried to pull him away.
“Cheong-san…!” She begged but he just yanked his hand back.
“Let go!” His voice broke as he was finally coming to terms with what was written in blood red ink in front of him. “This cannot be true. Why would you suddenly…?” He shook his head, false certainty refilling his voice as he stepped towards his friend. “No, no. Gyeong-su you weren’t-”
“Step away. Don’t come any closer!” Gyeong-su yelled as he ran backwards in an attempt to put distance between his friend and himself. You stopped struggling against Su-hyeok’s hold a while ago and just let him hug you to his chest while you watched in shock.
“B-but, you were fine. Gyeong-su, you were fine!” You tried to convince him and yourself when suddenly his neck cracked to the side.
Na-yeon looked around frantically as everyone stood there in shock as their friend turned right before their eyes. “Hey! What are you doing?” She sputtered out. “We need to kick him out! We’re all gonna die!” She screamed and you suddenly found the voice you’d lost before.
“Shut up! He-” your voice dropped from its screaming tone to one barely above being completely silent. “He just needs a tissue.”
“W-what’s happening…? Fuck!” You could hear Gyeong-su desperately get out as he gripped his head like it was pounding.
Na-yeon ran over to the door and yanked the umbrella away that was blocking it from being opened. “Get out. I said, get out!”
“Shut the fuck up!” He screamed before discovering a newfound determination within himself. “I’ll leave by myself! I’ll leave. I’ll go on my own!” He started sobbing. “Why would I bite you? We’re supposed to be fucking friends. If I… If I leave, it will be better for everyone.”
Every step he took towards the door you could feel more of your hope for him to be okay being lost.
“Gyeong-su,” Ms. Park spoke up and you looked over to see she had walked forward to the front of the group to speak to him directly. “Why don’t you just go into the recording room until we can figure out-”
Na-yeon interrupted her before she could finish. “If he stays in here he’s going to kill us all!”
“Na-yeon!” Your teacher screamed at her.
“I’m just trying to stay alive,” she whimpered out.
“I’ll leave. I’ll get out of here on my own,” Gyeong-su grunted out while breathing heavily and staggering towards the door, using the table and chair on his way to support him. He turned to look at everyone around him but his gaze stopped on your shocked one for a moment. “Don’t worry,” he started sobbing more and your vision started to get blurry with unshed tears. “I’ll get out of here.”
“Gyeong-su!” Cheong-san begged as his own eyes filled with tears that had yet to stain his cheeks. His lips quivered as he tried to remain strong in front of the group.
“It’s okay. Thank you for everything. Stay alive.”
Right as he tried to open the door to leave, he turned around and started looking at all of you in terror while thrashing around and mumbling things under his breath before his body contorted in strange directions, his bones creaking and breaking until he stood up and let out an unnatural roar and growled at all of you. Dae-su started walking towards him and both you and Su-hyeok tried to grab his arm to pull him back, knowing your friend was gone, until he shook you off and rushed forward when Gyeong-su’s empty shell of a body charged at the group standing by the speakers. He threw him against the table in an attempt to save himself as well as his classmates. Just as the monster who you briefly viewed as your friend was about to attack again, the sound of a familiar tune filled the air.
While everyone was focused on the fight, Cheong-san had managed to raise himself onto the window and grabbed a hold of the rope, hanging off the side of the building with only that to support him. He sang their tune, the tune of Auld Lang Syne, and the body of his old friend came rushing toward him before Cheong-san jumped out of the way just in time.
The group had sat in shock for a while until some started to cry. Cheong-san had gone into the recording room and threw the table to the ground in a fit of emotional turmoil. On-jo had walked up to the door for a moment before deciding to walk back and to just give him space.
A gut feeling told you space was the last thing he needed right now.
You walked away from the spot you had been leaning against the wall with Su-hyeok. You had been comforting him on the loss of his friend as you knew he was grieving right now and didn’t want to focus on your own pain. He and Dae-su had hugged and were currently exchanging tissues.
That was what you had learned to do the best. Block out the pain. Be the emotionless girl everyone knew and few loved.
You walked over to the recording studio’s door before taking a deep breath and walking in. You took slow steps as you entered and saw Cheong-san sitting right underneath the large window on the wall of the door. He’d been crying until you walked in, that much was clear by his red eyes, glistening cheeks, and sniffles. He’d wiped them away and turned to look in the other direction of you. You walked over to him and sat next to him against the wall. You both sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke.
“I’m fine, if that’s why you’re here. You can leave now,” he spoke rather harshly but this time it didn’t affect you as you knew he was on stage 2 of grief.
Anger.
“Go,” he told you, his voice breaking at the end and he pointed towards the door where you came from but you just looked at his hand before looking up to him.
You sighed and felt your nose and eyes stinging but pushed it down.
“You don’t have to be strong with me, you know?” He was taken aback by your words and looked visibly confused. You sighed before looking down at your fingers where they were playing with the hem of your vest. “I know none of you like me, and most of you think I’m like my brother,” you took a deep breath before you built the courage to look back into his eyes which looked even more astonished than before. “But in the short amount of time that I spent with Gyeong-su in this recording studio,” you gestured to the mess in front of you as you looked at the book and string Gyeong-su had been playing with before everything went down, now places in the corner of the room. “I’d like to believe I was able to call him my friend, and I’d like to be able to call you one too,” you looked back up at him once again to see tears had once again gathered along his waterline and he was looking at you with his lips quivering as he still tried to hold back his emotions. “So I’ll say it again,” you grabbed his hand from where it was resting on his knee and gave it a friendly and comforting squeeze. “You don’t have to be strong with me, Cheong-san.”
There were a few moments where the two of you sat there and stared into each other’s eyes before a teardrop streaked down his cheek. Another followed after that one, and then another, and then another, until he had started sobbing and you brought him into a hug while hiding your own tears which slipped onto his shirt. You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t even try to think of something to say in a situation as bizarre as this one. You just held him in his time of grief.
After a few minutes when Cheong-san had calmed down, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve and pulled away from you. Standing up, he lowered a hand down to you so he could help you up and you gave him a small smile as you accepted it.
The two of you walked out and Cheong-san gave you a smile before walking over to lean against the window, looking out onto the field. This time you let him be alone as you walked over to sit down next to Su-hyeok who was on the ground. You mirrored his position with your legs bent and your arms resting on your knees. Your shoulders were grazing ever so slightly and he leaned over to bump into your shoulder ever so gently. You looked over to him and he smiled at you. You couldn’t handle the softness in his gaze so you blushed and looked away, knocking your own shoulder into his as he laughed lightly.
“That asshole,” you heard Dae-su sob after a little while when the grieving atmosphere set in again. “Gyeong-su, why did you have to turn?”
Na-yeon opened her mouth and you just knew what she was going to say next would piss you off. “I told you all. He was infected.”
“Well, are you happy now?” Dae-su said as he looked at her in despair, you quickly stood up and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. He looked back at you and had a bit of a shocked look which you internally rolled your eyes at but stopped when he put one of his hands on top of the one you had resting on his shoulder. You smiled softly but it fell immediately when Na-yeon started talking again.
“You were all wrong. Only I was right. What would you even do without me?” Your head snapped over to her.
“Na-yeon. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut up and let us mourn the loss of our friend. Don’t be heartless on top of being a bitch,” you told her and just as you looked back at Dae-su, you saw her roll her eyes and scoff.
Just as you were about to talk again, Nam-ra started speaking. “Hey,” she paused and you looked over at her. “Maybe you did it.”
“What?” Na-yeon questioned her in an annoyed tone.
Nam-ra grabbed everyone’s attention as she walked over until she was standing right in front of Na-yeon’s sitting form.
“I saw everything… Na-yeon,” Nam-ra told her, accusing her of something that had yet to be revealed.
Na-yeon stood up to be face to face with the class president. “What? What did you see?” She asked and seemed to get on the defensive quickly which had suspicion rising in your gut.
“You are the one who did it,” Nam-ra revealed, yet everyone was still confused.
“Who did what? I didn’t do anything to Gyeong-su,” she defended.
“I didn’t say anything about Gyeong-su,” Nam-ra told her, which kind of confused you.
It’s kind of inferred because we were talking about his death less than a minute ago, but okay.
“Knock it off!” Na-yeon told her, raising her voice a little.
“What are you talking about?” Wu-jin asked as Su-hyeok and Cheong-san - who were both minding their business - turned to look at the scene.
“I didn’t do anything,” Na-yeon insisted.
“While we were all watching Gyeong-su, you were in the back alone,” your friend explained, then turned and pointed at the broken mop that laid against one of the cabinets in the room. “You wiped that blood with your handkerchief.”
She hesitated before replying in a shaky and slightly fearful voice. “No, I didn’t.”
“You wiped that on the scratch on Gyeong-su’s hand.”
At Nam-ra’s explanation, everyone had a shocked look on their faces, unable to comprehend that their classmate was the cause of their friend’s death. Even you had nothing to say and your hand went limp on Dae-su’s shoulder, only being held there by his own, which tightened on yours.
“I did not,” Na-yeon tried again to defend herself but it was getting less and less convincing as Nam-ra was insistent on proving her to be the murderer of Gyeong-su. The innocent boy who was everything good yet died for nothing.
“It’s in your pocket,” the other girl voiced.
“So what?”
“Take it out.”
“No.”
“If you’re so innocent you’d take it out and show us,” you sneered at her and your hand closed into a fist while tightly gripping the fabric of Dae-su’s vest.
“I said no,” she insisted while looking at you and slapping away Nam-ra’s extended hand. You glared and she visibly shrunk in on herself.
“Should I take it out?” Nam-ra paused for a split second before reaching for Na-yeon’s pocket until the girl pushed her hand away and slapped her face, most likely a lot softer than she intended to.
“Fuck you! Who the hell do you think you are? Huh? Class president?” She mocked before Nam-ra sent a hard slap across her face and her head snapped to the side.
“You never treated me like president.”
Despite the situation at hand, you smirked slightly as you saw your best friend standing up for herself and just being a complete badass. You let go of Dae-su’s shoulder and went to lean against the table beside where he sat.
“Nam-ra, that’s enough!” Ms. Park exclaimed as she sped-walked up to the two girls to break up the argument. She looked back and forth across the floor as she tried to figure out what to say before continuing. “Nam-ra, do you realize what you’re saying right now? If that is true, it means Na-yeon killed Gyeong-su.”
“It’s true. Na-yeon did it,” the girl confirmed. You looked over at Cheong-san as he watched. His eyes were filled with so many conflicting emotions: anger, sadness, betrayal, remorse. “She killed him.”
Na-yeon scoffed and rolled her eyes before she reached her hand into her pocket. “You fucking cunt,” she exclaimed angrily before throwing the handkerchief in Nam-ra’s face. Dae-su had to grab ahold of your sleeve to keep you from rushing forward. “There. Happy?”
Nam-ra, who seemed unaffected by Na-yeon’s treatment, reached down to pick up the cloth from the floor and inspect it. “This is blood.”
“I wiped Gyeong-su’s hand,” she claimed and you scowled as you could see the cloth.
“This is his blood?”
“You can’t tell?”
“If it was his fucking blood there wouldn’t be that much of it, you cunt. He’d stopped bleeding 10 minutes into staying in the studio room,” you told her and her eyes flashed with fear but her expression remained the same.
“Then put it on your wound,” Nam-ra told her in an attempt to show either her innocence or her guiltiness. “Wipe yourself with it if you’re so confident.”
You could see her searching for an answer. “Like his blood is so clean? He was a zombie.”
Nam-ra threw the cloth to the floor and stepped closer to her offensively. “He was just fine until you infected him with your handkerchief.”
“Na-yeon… you-” Cheong-san started and started marching towards Na-yeon until Su-hyeok held him back.
“Damn it! It wasn’t me!” She screamed while crouching down and picking up the handkerchief, hovering it above her wound as she looked around for someone to tell her to stop, that they believed her, anything for her to not do it.
Ms. Park, ever the mediator, ran up to her and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand and the handkerchief away from her scrape, trying to pull it from her hands but Na-yeon resisted. “Don’t do it. Stop it.”
“Let go,” she whimpered as the teacher tried to yank it from her hands.
“I said to stop it. Give it to me.”
“Leave me alone! Fuck!” Na-yeon screamed while breathing heavily. She let go of the handkerchief and stood up with teary eyes. She looked across the room at everyone, “I should just die too then, huh? That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Nobody answered and so she sighed, looking away before turning back. “Why is Gyeong-su better than me? That dirty welfie pushed me,” she whimpered.
“You little cheat!” You yelled at her while trying to rush forward but Dae-su was still holding onto your sleeve. Su-hyeok abandoned his spot as the one to hold back Cheong-san to wrap his arms around you, restricting any movement of your arms while you struggled and kicked your feet.
“Na-yeon,” Park said after a while of silence, “You didn’t…”
“So you did do it,” Cheong-san spoke, devastated, until he raised his voice to yell at her. Dae-su rushed forward to hold him back. “How could you fucking-”
“I didn’t kill him, okay?” She insisted and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears with rage. Rage and loss. “Gyeong-su fell, but he got up and ran. He’s still alive. He didn’t die, he just turned.”
“You mother fucker! They’re the exact same fucking thing!” You yelled out at the same time On-jo spoke.
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“Stop ganging up on me!” She whined and threw her hands around like a toddler having a tantrum. “When I said he smelled, you all laughed. You all made fun of him too. Don’t try to act all innocent now.”
You thrashed around harder as you felt your eyes burning and your cheeks wet and you finally realized you were crying.
It had been a while since you’d done that.
Dae-su lost his grip on Cheong-san and he ran towards Na-yeon, Su-hyeok unable to stop him because of you in his arms already.
The boy pushed the girl to the ground and breathed heavily. “How could you kill him?” He screamed while Ms. Park told him to stop it. Na-yeon kept her head down.
“You’re… a murderer.”
Her head lifted and you saw tears falling down her face but you had no sympathy at all.
“I have no friends at all,” she whimpered out.
“I wondering fucking why,” you growled.
“I don’t need any of you. Fuck you,” she then stood up and shakily walked out of the room, Wu-jin rushing after her just as the door closed and Ms. Park moved to stop him.
“Listen,” she started and you were finally released from Su-hyeok’s grip after you stopped struggling. “No matter what happens, you stay alive. Also, you must never take a life. If you cause someone else to die, life becomes meaningless.”
She looked at you all with a remorseful and fond gaze and you were sure you knew what she was about to do. “All right?”
“Ms. Park?” You whispered shakily and she looked at you with a small smile before turning and running out the room, rushing after Na-yeon.
“Ms. Park! Wait!” Dae-su yelled and ran towards the door and Wu-jin held him back to the best of his ability.
“Dae-su, don’t go!” he begged.
You had never felt so helpless. Your feet seemed to be glued to the floor and your eyes stuck to the door where she had stood only moments ago.
Dae-su started sobbing into Wu-jin’s shoulder and your heart broke for him.
“Fuck!” You heard Cheong-san scream followed by the banging of his fist against a computer. You didn’t have the energy to stop him, even though you knew if he did it too much he could seriously injure his hand.
You were sitting in the corner next to Su-hyeok who had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest as you were too much in shock to cry; again. You saw On-jo walk up to Cheong-san as he was staring out the window but you couldn’t hear their hushed whispers.
“I feel like it’s my fault,” you said suddenly, only a breath above a whisper. Su-hyeok looked down at you in surprise and confusion.
“What’s your fault?”
“Gyeong-su.”
He sat up from his leaning position against the wall, bringing you with him, and looked you in the eyes. “How is it your fault? You didn’t do anything!” He tried to convince you, still whispering so the others wouldn’t butt their way into your business .
You let out a sad laugh as you felt your nose burning. “Exactly. I didn’t fucking do anything,” you wiped your nose slightly with the back of your hand to subside the sting. “I didn’t notice what she was doing. If I only noticed and was a little more attentive then Gyeong-su would be alive! It’s my fau-”
“No,” Su-hyeok insisted as he brought your head back into his chest to keep the guilty thoughts at bay. His heartbeat worked just enough for your soul to take a breath. “No, (Y/n). It’s not your fault. How could you have possibly known what she was going to do. You didn’t need to be attentive at that moment because it was someone who was supposed to be loyal to the group and not fucking kill someone. That is not your fault. Thinking like that will just drive you insane.”
At his words, a small sob escaped your lips and your body started to shake with your silent tears as he trailed his hand up and down your back. His lips were pressed against the crown of your head as he whispered the reassurances that you were needing.
After you calmed down and wiped away the tears on your face with your sleeve, you sat up and gave Su-hyeok a grateful smile.
“Thank you,” you breathed.
“You don’t need to thank me.”
It was then you noticed how close the two of you were, faces only inches apart and you could see his eyes travel from your own down to your lips a few times. You backed away with your cheeks flushed and gave him a small smile. He seemed delighted with the effect he had on you and that made your cheeks burn even hotter.
“I’m going to go sit by Nam-ra, I haven’t really spoken to her much in the past day,” you told him, avoiding eye contact as you stood up.
“Okay,” he smiled and got up himself before winking at you and walking over to lean against the counter where Wu-jin was sitting. You took a breath to cool your cheeks and calm your nerves before going over to sit next to Nam-ra.
“Hey there, prez,” you greeted and she met you with a cheeky grin.
She nudged you in the side. “Hey there, lovergirl. How’s it like in paradise, hm?” She teased in a whispered voice and you covered your face with your hands.
“Stop that, we’re just friends!” You whined softly and she giggled for a moment until her face slowly fell back into a frown.
You didn’t want to ask if she was okay because you knew the answer would be no. Nobody was okay right now, Nam-ra wasn’t any different. Instead, you just grabbed her hand and held it in your own affectionately while she leaned her head on your shoulder.
You stayed like that for a while until Cheong-san spoke up and broke the silence. “I didn’t hear anything at all. I just couldn’t hear anything.”
“Like what?” Su-hyeok asked but Cheong-san didn’t lift his gaze from where he stared at the floor.
“I mean after Na-yeon went out and then Ms. Park went after her. I didn’t hear anything after that.”
“You mean, screaming?” Su-hyeok asked and Cheong-san finally looked up at his friend to confirm.
“Yeah.”
“Maybe they didn’t die, then. They wouldn’t have been quiet if zombies were biting them,” Dae-su spoke his thoughts. “They must be alive.”
You let out a hum of acknowledgment while everyone else stayed silent and he huffed in annoyance, feeling left out. “Why won’t you respond? No one answers me. I’m always talking to myself,” he looked down and played with his tie. You couldn’t help feeling bad even though you were the only one to acknowledge his thoughts, albeit with only a hum.
Just as you were about to say something, On-jo beat you to the punch. “I think you’re right.”
“Forget it,” Dae-su waved her off with an eye roll but she continued.
“I didn’t hear anything either.”
“Me neither,” Hyo-ryung threw in her own thoughts. “ I was scared because I didn’t know how I’d feel if I heard them screaming, but I didn’t hear anything.”
“Come to think of it, neither did I,” Joon-yeong added.
“Then I’m right. They’re alive, right?” Dae-su asked and Joon-yeong nodded in confirmation.
“Should she be alive?” Ji-min asked angrily and you turned slightly to look at her, Nam-ra still resting her head on your shoulder, unmoving.
“What do you mean?” Joon-yeong asked.
“She’s a murderer. She killed Gyeong-su and walked out of here on her own. Is it even right for her to be alive?” She asked angrily, using rage as a coping mechanism for everything that was happening. “Aren’t you all being fake?”
“What about Ms. Park? Should she have died too?” Wu-jin questioned and Ji-min was quick to reply.
“Is that our fault?”
“Either way, we’re responsible for what happened,” he argued.
“Why is that? What did we do wrong?” She asked and you turned back to looking at your hands which were interlocked with Nam-ra’s, unable to look at the emotion in Ji-min’s eyes anymore. “Na-yeon killed someone, then played the victim, and chose to leave on her own. All because we didn’t listen to her,” She defended her own argument and Wu-jin remained silent. “If no one’s on your side, is it okay to kill?” Everyone stayed silent as they churned her question over in their brains. “Ms. Park acted like we were wrong. We didn’t tell Na-yeon to go out there. We didn’t tell Ms. Park to go out there, either. Why should we feel bad? What the hell did we do wrong?” Hyo-ryung leaned over to hug Ji-min and comfort her but the hand she placed on her shoulder was shoved off.
You noticed On-jo looking down at the table and a teardrop falling down her cheek and you reached over to grab onto her hand with your free one, squeezing gently. Surprisingly, she didn’t look shocked by your movements or the fact that you would do something like this, she just gave you a watery smile and sniffed before slightly wiping her nose on the sleeve of her slightly bloodied jacket.
Speaking of jackets, you realized you still didn’t have your own after using it to cover up Hyeon-ju when she came into the classroom. Although it wasn’t cold right now, you were sure it would be later, especially with the broken-open window.
“Hey,” Su-hyeok spoke up and interrupted everyone’s thoughts. “I feel weird saying this, but-”
He was interrupted when Wu-jin smacked his stomach. “Don’t say it.”
Su-hyeok groaned and took a strange moment of silence before continuing with what he was going to say. “Does anyone else have to go to the bathroom by any chance?” Nobody responded. “Am I the only one?”
Dae-su raised his hand slightly. “I do.”
“We have to go, too, actually. But we can’t go out,” Hyo-ryung spoke on behalf of her and Ji-min.
“I also have to go,” you added in and everyone’s head snapped towards you, making you shrink back in on yourself and press your cheek against the crown of Nam-ra’s head in embarrassment.
Joon-yeong sighed before pressing his forehead against the table.
“I’ve had to poop for a while,” Dae-su spoke up again and you held back the smile that threatened to take over your face.
“Dude… that’s… ew,” Wu-jin told him as he threw a pencil at him which was placed near his sitting spot.
“Why are you blaming me for this? Su-hyeok’s the one who brought it up. Poopings not a crime.”
“It’s not a crime, but-” Wu-jin told him with an amused face.
“But what? Don’t you need to go?”
“Yes, I do. Not poop, but, you know…” He informed.
“What about you?” Dae-su asked Cheong-san as he pointed at him, pleading for anyone to be on his side.
“I don’t… Pooping? No.”
He turned to Hyo-ryung. “Don’t you need to go?”
“Why are you asking me?” She whined.
“Why are you getting annoyed?” He shot back.
“What do you want from us? We can’t go out, anyways.”
Dae-su sighed deeply before his eyes caught on yours and he shot up straight. “(Y/n)!”
You smiled, amused, and Dae-su looked ecstatic at your expression. “Yes, Dae-su?”
“Do you need to go? Do you need to poop?” He asked, practically begging you to agree.
Your head tilted a bit as you looked up while thinking. “Yes,” you finally replied.
His hands shot up in victory. “Really?”
“No,” you laughed and he deflated like a balloon back into his seat with a playful glare. “I do have to go though.”
He sighed out again before he looked at the window. “I have an idea.”
You sighed and slapped your forehead, knowing exactly where he was going with this and not liking it one bit.
Dae-su walked up to the window, leaning against it slightly. “First, the girls and the guys will take turns.”
“Where?” Hyo-ryung asked, not understanding the context clues or deliberately being ignorant in hopes of him choosing a different answer.
He looked at her before gesturing to the window in front of him. “Here.”
She scoffed. “You’re crazy.”
“Stop it, man,” Cheong-san said and rolled his eyes at Dae-su’s strange suggestion.
“Why?” The boy asked with a slight whine. “The girls can wait in the other room, and the guys can just pee out the window.”
“What about… poop?” Wu-jin and you groaned out while shrinking in on yourself as you were sure you knew exactly what his idea would be.
He pointed at Wu-jin before looking back at the window. “Poop. Well…” He was silent for a moment as he thought before he slapped the frame in realization. “You can take your pants off and hang out the window,” he explained and climbed up the window so his butt was hanging off on one side while he held onto the window frame. “Like this.”
You couldn’t help yourself from snorting at his demonstration. “Outside!” He went on as you hid your smiling face underneath the collar of your green sweater. He stepped down from the window. “Like you’re taking a dump off of a cliff,” he then squatted down before continuing. “Like this.”
“What reaction is he hoping for?” You heard Wu-jin whisper before you spoke yourself.
“You seem to know a lot about this, Dae-su,” you teased. “I’m guessing you’ve had a lot of experience with pooping off of cliffs.”
He looked at you with an unamused look and you couldn’t help yourself from bursting out into laughter that everyone else joined in on as Dae-su rolled his eyes in annoyance. Nam-ra lifted her head from your shoulder and hid her smile behind her hand.
“I’m being serious!” He exclaimed over the laughter.
“Stop being ridiculous,” Hyo-ryung told him with an eyeroll after she calmed down.
“But someone has to hold you, so you don’t fall!” He quickly added when he saw a break in the giggles.
“How are you going to wipe your butt?” Joon-yeong asked him.
“Well, someone else should.”
“What is he saying?” Hyo-ryung facepalmed.
“Idiot.”
“Let’s just hold it,” Ju-min told everyone. “If the rescuers come-”
“It’ll take a while for them to get here,” On-jo looked at her as she interrupted her before looking down at her hands woefully. “It may be the same outside of the school.”
Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The joking and laughter filled atmosphere was replaced with the sullen one as everyone thought of the situation they were still in.
“I don’t know how long we’ll be stuck here, but my dad always told me to separate the bathroom from where you sleep if you find yourself stranded,” On-jo continued, sounding like she had an idea.
“What do you suggest?” You implored.
“We create a makeshift bathroom for the time being,” she said confidently.
“Where will we create a bathroom and how?” Ji-min inquired, confused.
“Right there,” On-jo pointed to the recording booth and everyone turned to look.
“That’s smart, if we do some things to make it more private it could be the perfect place to make one. Good thinking,” you praised her and she blushed slightly as she looked back down to her hands while a small smile graced her features. You stood up with a slight hop before turning to On-jo and clapping your hands together. “Okay, boss lady! First order of motion?”
She tried to hide her smile but failed as a small laugh escaped her. She stood up herself and turned to look at the group of girls. “Nam-ra and you guys, try to look for something to cover the window.”
They nodded before scattering across the room to find things they could use.
“Cheong-san and Joon-yeong,” both boys turned to her at their names being called. “Make something that can absorb urine and feces to use as a toilet,” they nodded and got to work. “And then the rest of you…” she paused, knowing they needed something else but not sure what it was.
“A screen?” You suggested and she snapped in your direction in appreciation.
“Yes! A screen.”
“A screen?” Wu-jin asked to confirm in slight confusion and On-jo nodded.
“Yes, a screen to block.”
Wu-jin, Su-hyeok, and you walked into the recording booth and looked around. The both of them seemed stuck on what to use but you saw something immediately.
You walked over to where a few filing cabinets were and started moving one of them so it was positioned parallel to the wall with the window. Going over to start moving the second one, Su-hyeok realized you had been doing the work while they were just watching. He slapped Wu-jin’s chest before jogging over to you with a smile.
“How about you two move that one,” you pointed over to another filing cabinet on the other side of the room. “And I’ll move this one so they can be ‘walls’ on each side of that one,” you then pointed to the previous filing cabinet you had moved which was across from the window.
Su-hyeok frowned before moving over to where you were and going on the other side of the filing cabinet you were about to move. You reached over to smack the back of his head. “I don’t need help, idiot. Go help Wu-jin,” you pointed to where Wu-jin was struggling to move the filing cabinet on his own despite trying to seem like he wasn’t. Su-hyeok turned and rubbed his head where you smacked him before you could see the smile and blush that blessed his cheeks. He mentally slapped himself.
All she did was slap me on the head and call me an idiot, why the fuck am I smiling?
You laughed as you watched him walk away and he blushed harder at the sound of it.
Oh… that’s why.
After moving the two filing cabinets, you moving yours comically faster than the two boys did and rolling your eyes before helping them, you walked out of the room to see Dae-su laying his head down on the table. Cheong-san and Joon-yeong were almost done with what you assumed was the makeshift bathroom.
You walked over to them and rested a hand on Joon-yeong’s shoulder as you leaned over to look at the basket. “Is this the homemade toilet?”
Joon-yeong jumped at first before relaxing. “Yeah, we’re trying to figure something out for where to sit, though. With just this, everyone would probably just have to hover above it.”
You nodded and looked around for a second before something caught your eye and both of them lit up. You practically skipped over to the seat next to Dae-su and grabbed his neck pillow from where it was resting and walked back over to the two boys.
“Put this on top, I think this might be the best option we’ll have,” you suggested and placed the pillow on top of the rags in the basket.
“Dae-su's got a big butt, so let's…” he said as he opened up the button that held the two ends of the pillow together and spread it a bit.
“Perfect!” you smiled and opened the recording booth’s door for the two of them as they brought the basket inside. Walking over to where Nam-ra, On-jo, and the rest of them had set up a little circle of chairs, you sat in the one next to where Nam-ra was standing just as everyone was rushed out of the room by Su-hyeok who slammed the door harder than he probably intended to. You laughed.
“Do you want to sit down? I can pull up another chair,” you suggested to your best friend but she just politely shook her head with a smile. You held your hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, if you say so.”
After a little while, it was your turn and you used it quickly before grabbing a hand sanitizer bottle from one of the cabinets and pumping a little into your hand.
“Oh, thank god!” You heard and turned around to see On-jo, followed by Hyo-ryung, beside you. “I was worried about that. Even if we’re in a zombie apocalypse, I don’t really want to go to the bathroom and not wash my hands,” the bob hair cutted girl said in relief before holding her hand out. You put some in her hand and then some in On-jo’s as well and both grinned at you gratefully.
The bottle got passed around as everyone took a little and then started chatting.
“At least there are cops and soldiers out there, right?” Hyo-ryung questioned hopefully.
“But if you watch the movies, they can’t do anything either, right?” Wu-jin answered with his own question.
“I’m hoping that this situation will be different from the movies, that this thing will have a cure and everyone outside of the school is doing just fine,” you muttered with slight optimism. Hyo-ryung smiled at you and grabbed your hand.
“Exactly, and they always save everyone in the end.”
The door slammed shut and you noticed Joon-yeong, who had been standing outside of the door, waiting for his turn, had gone inside and Dae-su was standing on the other side with the tissue box you all had designated at the toilet paper in his hand.
Everyone’s face had turned sour as the smell of the recording booth flooded out with the small time the door was open.
“Shit!” Su-hyeok exclaimed as you all plugged your nose or wafted away the stench with your hand. “Why don’t you just stay inside?”
“Does it smell?” Dae-su asked cluelessly.
The door to the studio opened again before slamming as Joon-yeong came running out. “S-shit.”
“What?” Dae-su asked again as Joon-yeong ran towards the window to get some fresh air. “Stop being so dramatic. It doesn't smell at all.
“Oh, it does more than just smell. I’m pretty sure the zombies will bust down the door just because of that,” you joked and grabbed a piece of paper from behind you to use as a fan and blow away the air.
“Sit somewhere else,” Hyo-ryung demanded as Dae-su sat in the seat next to her but he just ignored her and she rolled her eyes.
You looked up at Nam-ra and saw that she was just staring off blankly out the window. “What’s up? What are you looking at?” You asked her.
She took a breath and hesitated before speaking her mind. “There’s nobody there. There are no lights on in the stores and apartments out there. They all ran away.”
“Or died…” You added depressingly.
“What do you mean by that?” On-jo quizzed.
“No one’s coming here to save us,” Name-ra stated.
“Why do you have to be so pessimistic?” Joon-yeong asked as he shifted uncomfortably under the change of tone in the air.
“Don’t you know my mom?” She shifted so she was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. “She would’ve torn the school apart looking for me, but she isn’t here yet.”
“So, what do you wanna do?” Ji-min asked in a bitter voice and Nam-ra turned to look at her, annoyed.
When you realized she wasn’t going to reply, you replied on her behalf. “I think she’s just trying to point out the facts, even if they are depressing,” you looked up at Nam-ra to see if your assumption was correct and she nodded.
Ji-min turned to face you. “We all know that no one’s coming. So I think we should just figure out what we’re gonna do next.
“We have to wait to be rescued,” On-jo vocalized. You all looked to her and you especially knew that she might have the best knowledge of what to do in a situation like this considering she had some information passed down to her from her dad. “We can’t leave somewhere safe to go somewhere dangerous.”
“But from the place where we are right now, we’re not exactly in a visible spot for someone to see and rescue us from,” you told her, knowing that even if rescuers showed up to save people, they would most likely go to the roof first before anywhere else if at all.
“And what if nobody comes?” Nam-ra added on and you nodded.
“We haven't been waiting that long yet,” the girl insisted as she stared up at her.
“How long do you think we have to wait? Do you think we should wait until we die?” Nam-ra asked in a slightly snarky tone which you winced at but didn’t make any move to interfere.
“No,” On-jo clarified. “I’m saying let’s wait as long as we can.”
“But when will we know when we can’t?” You asked and On-jo just looked at you, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she looked down at her lap.
“I don’t know… but there’s no way we can go out right now, anyway.”
“It’s probably because it’s nighttime. I’m sure somebody will come in the morning, maybe. There are a lot of choppers flying around,” Su-hyeok pointed out and everyone looked out the window to inspect the sky for a second before leaning back. He let out a sigh. “Let’s just wait until tomorrow, and we’ll see.”
Everyone nodded in agreement when Joon-yeong took in a deep breath and ran back into the recording studio while plugging his nose which you and Hyo-ryung slightly giggled at. Su-hyeok looked down with a smile at the sound but you didn’t notice it from how you leaned forward to talk to Hyo-ryung. You also didn’t notice the questioning looks that On-jo passed back and forth between you and Su-hyeok.
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| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |
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₊˚✧ touchy, feely
yoon gwi-nam x gn!reader
warnings: pre apocolypse, nsfw, perverted nsfw, uncommon pet names (babydoll, lollipop), curse words
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based off perv but can be read as a stand alone
You were stood between two tables in the lunch room. Your friends chatting to you about their previous classes. The room was loud, everyone having the same idea as you and your friends.
You gasped when you felt hands graze your waist and a hardened object on your ass. "Sorry, babydoll." You recognized the voice that belonged to Gwi-nam. His mouth hovered over your ear after whispering his apology.
He took his time squeezing past you through the tight space. "You coulda said 'xcuse me." You bit your lip and tried not to acknowledge the uncomfortably hard object. "You were just so interested in your conversation, I didn't wanna interrupt."
He finally slid past you, his hands no longer on your waist, but they still felt like they were. "Sorry, lollipop." He winked. "It's okay." You quietly forgave. He turned around, heading to where he was going before your exchange.
You watched as he talked to his same jerkass group. He looked over at you while he was mid-conversation and you quickly looked away, with a blush coating your cheeks. You could feel the smirk he was sending toward you burn into your body.
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I really like your stories ♡♡♡ You can do one of Gwi nam, where Tn is pregnant and she tells gwi nam that she is in a few hours before the zombie attack would happen.
They escape but go separately and Gwi nam looks for Tn with her baby that she is expecting, but he would already be half zombie and human.
You can make the story long where there are chapters or just one.
If you can either one is fine with me ♡♡♡
tysm for blessing me w these gwi-nam pics omg!! & im sorry it’s taken longer than expected but here’s the first part of your request :)) part two should be up soon and it will be longer so i hope you like ittt!!
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warnings: pregnancy(?), zombies and cursing
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Part 1
-3rd person p.o.v-
y/n nervously tapped her foot as she waited to look at the results on the three pregnancy tests she had done just under 6 minutes ago.
she hoped it was negative.
she hoped it was negative.
but it wasn’t.
all three of the pregnancy tests showed clear double lines.
she was pregnant.
her heart was now beating fast and all she could think about was how irresponsible she and gwi-nam had been when they had first begun to be intimate just over three months ago. she should’ve known better because now she was pregnant.
how was she going to take care of a baby?
how was she going to get into university now?
how was she supposed to tell her parents?
and most importantly how was she going to tell gwi-nam?
yes he loved y/n but he was far from being responsible enough to help raise a child.
a tear slipped out of y/n’s eyes as she carefully placed the cap back onto one of the pregnancy tests and stuffed it into her bag.
the other two she disposed of and she checked the time realising she was going to be late for school.
after dabbing her eyes with some tissue, she finally left her bathroom and made her way to school.
“y/n!” gwi-nam called out her name as he jogged up to her “when i stopped by your house your parents said you already had left?”
a fake smile plastered on her face as she thought up an excuse.
“i knew that if i waited for you that i would’ve been late” she then teased punching his shoulder.
gwi-nam playfully rolled his eyes as he reached down to hold her hand. the pair walked to school in a comfortable silence and of course were late like usual.
as the day went on y/n kept thinking of ways to tell gwi-nam about the fact she was pregnant but, she couldn’t think of the right way to tell him.
it was no secret that gwi-nam was still immature in a lot of ways and thinking about the possibility of gwi-nam leaning her during the pregnancy made her anxious.
for the most part she was able to avoid gwi-nam. but, as lunch came around she knew she’d need to face him. she needed to tell him about the pregnancy.
as she walked towards the cafeteria a hand pulled her into an empty classroom.
a yelp escaped y/n’ mouth as the door was slammed behind her. her heart was beating fast but as she soon realised who it was, she calmed down.
yoon gwi-nam.
“you scared me!” she scolded as she hit his shoulder.
“sorry” he smirked as he moved closer to close the gap between the two of them.
“gwi-nam. not now” she sent a small smile while using her hands to push away his chest.
gwi-nam looked at y/n with a raised eyebrow.
“is everything okay?” he questioned noticing her tense body language.
y/n suddenly felt herself burst into tears.
“i-i’m pregnant”she managed to say between sobs”what do i do? im so scared,im sorry”
gwi-nam stood in shock. surely he heard wrong?
“i-i understand if you want to leave me” y/n then said after looking at gwi-nam’ reaction.
gwi-nam in an instance shook his head as he placed a hand on y/n’ face and rubbed her cheek.
“i won’t leave you. i would never leave- y/n it’s going to be okay” gwi-nam’ voice was soft for once and he pressed a kiss to her forehead “we will figure this out”
y/n slowly nodded. she was relieved at his reaction. even though she loved gwi-nam and he loved her. his reactions were always unpredictable.
“you must be hungry right? let’s get something to eat and then we can talk more” gwi-nam took y/n’ hand in his.
she hummed in response and he led to the cafeteria.
“you sit here and i’ll get you a plate” he kissed her hand before walking over to where the food was served.
y/n nervously bit her nails as she waited for gwi-nam to return. her eyes went wide as floods of students were trying to run in through the cafeteria doors. they were screaming and some had blood on them.
in a panic y/n looked at gwi-nam who was still occupied in the line and only after the glass doors shattered, he finally turned around. his eyes widened as people jumped on other people, taking bites out of their skin.
“gwi-nam!” y/n screamed as she tried to run towards him but was stopped as people pushed past her to also get away.
it wasn’t long before she was on the floor, frozen from the sights she was seeing.
people were turning into zombies.
gwi-nam himself also rand towards y/n but it proved more difficult as again people pushed and shoved.he wasn’t going to give up though.
“y/n i’m coming to you!” he yelled in a panic as he saw y/n on the floor.
“come on, get up” cheong-san, who was a classmate of y/n, said as he pulled her to her feet “follow on-jo”
y/n did as he said while also looking back to find gwi-nam but with the crowd it was impossible for her.
gwi-nam on the other hand had his eyes glued to y/n.
“y/n go without me! get someplace safe and i’ll find yk he screamed in hoped she would hear, he saw her nod her head as she still looked around frantically.
he breathed a sigh of relief as he watched her manage to escape through a window.
he was going to find her again.
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I NEED more Gwi-Nam content PLEASE 😔😔
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𝗣𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗌 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 ─── 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽
★ gênero: fofo;
★ pequenas sinopses: voces estão em um relacionamento e após uma briga, ele decide te pedir desculpas
★ personagens: gwi-nam, su-hyeok, gyeong-su, cheong-san x f!reader
Gwi-nam: Definitivamente o errado da briga, e eu sinceramente acho que ele não iria ser o primeiro a pedir desculpas e você, então, você que deveria ir até ele (mesmo que Gwi-nam fosse o errado).
Cheong-san: Ele faria um pedido de desculpas simples, mas fofo ao mesmo tempo. Te dando seu doce fav, sendo um pouco meloso, de dando cafuné e logo te chamando para sair.
Su-hyeok: Mesmo se fosse o certo da briga, ele iria fazer questão de pedir desculpas a você, sendo o mais fofo e atencioso possível.
⸻ Desculpa... ⸻ Ele falou após cruzar a porta da sala de aula, com uma carta pequena e simples na mão, deixando-a em sua mesa.
Você o olhou, sorrindo de canto e sem dizer uma palavra, concordou com a cabeça em um 'sim' sútil. Ele sorriu, e disse:
⸻ Quer rodar o centro de Seul depois da aula? ⸻ Ele perguntou sorrindo.
Gyeong-su (meu namorado): Uma criança num corpo de um adolescente, ficaria emburrado e envergonhado de pedir desculpas.
⸻ Vai pedir desculpas, agora! ⸻ Cheong-san falou empurrando o melhor amigo, que esbarrou em você na hora.
⸻ Ah, desculpa por essbarrar em ti ⸻ Ele disse coçando a nuca e meio sem jeito. ⸻ E tambem, hm....me desculpa pela briga..
⸻ Pensei que não iria me pedir desculpas! ⸻ Você sorriu dando um beijinho na bochecha.
#all of us are dead#aouad#all of us are dead fanfic#all of us are dead imagines#aouad imagines#aouad x reader#cheong san#su hyeok#all of us are dead namra#cheongsan x reader#cheongsan imagine#suhyeok x reader#gwi nam#gwinam x reader#nam on jo#choi nam ra#choi namra#aouad cheongsan#lee cheong san#gyeong su x reader#lee suhyeok#han gyeong su
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