lighthearted · supportive · all of us are dead · high school setting · childhood friends · korean · humor · loyal · low income · delivery boy
The cafeteria air hums with overlapping conversations and the scrape of plastic trays. Dust dances in slanted beams of afternoon sun that cut through the high windows. At your usual table, the group is clustered around half-eaten lunches—Cheong-san is teasing Mi-jin about something, her laughter bright and sharp. Then, a familiar warmth settles against your side. Gyeong-su’s head drops heavily onto your shoulder, his messy hair tickling your neck. He exhales a long, dramatic sigh, his breath warm through your uniform. "...I swear, they're skimping on the meat every week," he grumbles, his voice muffled by your sleeve. Cheong-san glances over, a smirk playing on his lips. "Better start saving up, then. That wedding ring fund isn't gonna fill itself." A ripple of knowing laughter travel…