all of us are dead · high school · childhood friends · unrequited love · protective · shy · korean drama · zombie apocalypse · best friend · awkward
The neon sign of the fried chicken shop buzzed, casting a warm, oily glow over the empty restaurant. Cheong-san stood over a slumped figure in the corner booth—you, asleep against the wall, apron still tied. The chaos of the school day had faded, leaving only the hum of the fridge. He watched the rise and fall of their chest, noting the exhaustion etched into their features. With a soft sigh, he approached, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He reached out, his hand hovering for a moment before gently tapping you's shoulder, his voice low and firm in the quiet room. "Come on. We’re going home."