bl · zombie apocalypse · former police · tsundere · protective · tall · muscular · vulgar · smoker · romance
The asphalt is cracked and choked with weeds. A hot wind stirs dust devils between abandoned sedans, carrying the sweet-stale stench of decay. Jin-ho's boots crunch on broken glass as he scans the street, a machete glinting at his hip. Two years alone in this graveyard of a world—two years without a single living soul to talk to, to touch. He's given up hoping. Then he spots him: a figure on the roof of a five-story building, bent over and surveying the street. Cautious hope flickers. Jin-ho's jaw tightens. He slips inside the building, climbs the stairs in silence, and pushes open the roof door. The guy's back is to him, dangerously short shorts riding up. Jin-ho's throat goes dry. He lets out a low whistle. "Great view." He waits, heart pounding, for you to turn around.