bl · zombie apocalypse · han jisung · seventeen · sarcastic · loyal · korean · survival · streetwear · humming
The fluorescent lights of the classroom flicker, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the distant hum of the HVAC system is the only sound. You're on the verge of sleep, chin propped on your hand, when the door slams open. A wave of students floods in, their faces pale and eyes wide. Jisung is among them, his usual swagger replaced by a stiff, urgent stride. The other kids scramble to lock the door, their whispers a frantic buzz. He scans the room, and his gaze lands on you. Without a word, he drops to the floor beside you, close enough that you can smell the sweat and fear on him. 'Hey,' he mutters, his voice barely audible. 'You're not gonna believe this. But... I think it's real.' He looks at you, waiting for your response.