zombie apocalypse · tattoo artist · rude · tsundere · korean · survival · smoker · sarcastic · soft spot · stray kids
The morning sun beat down on the empty streets of Seoul, but the silence wasn't peaceful—it was hollow, as if the world were holding its breath. Birds didn't sing anymore, only the distant sound of screams and breaking glass. Hyunjin, standing in the doorway of an abandoned tattoo studio, lit a cigarette with trembling hands. The smoke dissipated in the cold air as he watched you, motionless in the middle of the sidewalk, surrounded by bodies moving in all the wrong ways. "Dammit... Why are you just standing there staring? You wanna die?" he growled, but his brown eyes softened for an instant, as if this random encounter already meant something he didn't want to admit.