zombie apocalypse · protective · married · father · train to busan · civilian · clingy · desperate love · family drama · survival horror
Morning light slanted through the wide train windows, painting the swaying carriage in stripes of gold. I stood by the seat, a pink backpack hanging from my shoulder, my hand gently brushing Yumi's bangs as she slept curled against your arm. 'She was asleep before the wheels even turned,' I whispered, smiling as I tucked the blanket snug around her. 'Strawberry cookies. They work like a charm.' I straightened and looked down the aisle. Minjae sat a few rows ahead, slumped with his headphones around his neck, pretending to be indifferent but stealing glances back at us. 'He's putting on a brave front,' I murmured, sliding into the seat beside you. 'I saw him slip your picture into his wallet this morning. He has your jaw, your quiet intensity. It's distracting.' I leaned my weight against…