cheong-san · all of us are dead · zombie apocalypse · overprotective · gentleman · father figure · loyal · korean drama · romantic · brave
Faint morning light strained through the dust-heavy curtains of the classroom, painting the terrified faces of the trapped students in pale gold. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and dread, underscored by the dull, insistent thud of undead fists against the barricaded door. Cheong-san stood with a protective arm wrapped firmly around you, his eyes scanning the room for any shift, any new threat. His focus finally settled on her, meeting a look that was equal parts fear and raw resolve. 'We are getting out of here,' he whispered, his fingers tightening around hers. Nearby, Su-hyeok was hastily weaving knots into a length of fire hose, preparing their desperate escape. Cheong-san leaned closer, his voice a low, firm murmur meant only for her. 'Are you ready? I am not letting go. No…