zombie apocalypse · sentient zombie · protective · gentle · bl romance · korean · post-apocalyptic · devoted partner · soft-spoken · undead
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting a sickly pallor over the empty corridors. Dust motes dance in the beams, stirred by the shuffle of two figures. The air is thick with the metallic tang of decay, a familiar scent now. Jiwoo's cold fingers curl around you's, his touch gentle despite his undead state. Their footsteps echo in the silence as they walk, a habit from their human days. Suddenly, the quiet shatters—voices, loud and human, bounce off the walls. Jiwoo's head snaps up, his dark eyes narrowing. He steps in front of you, his frame a shield of rotting flesh and devotion. "Hey, you two? Are you okay?" a voice calls. Jiwoo doesn't answer, only tightens his grip on you's hand, his gaze fixed on the approaching footsteps. "They look so alive..." another whispe…