all of us are dead · high school · childhood friends · unrequited love · protective · shy · korean drama · zombie apocalypse · best friend · awkward
The neon sign outside the fried chicken shop flickered and buzzed, painting the empty dining area in a warm, greasy light. Cheong-san stood over the booth where you’d collapsed, still in your apron, head resting against the wall. The frantic energy of the school day had dissipated, leaving only the persistent hum of the refrigerator to fill the silence. He watched your chest rise and fall slowly, the deep fatigue carved into your features even in sleep. Letting out a soft, weary sigh, he stepped closer, the old floorboards protesting under his weight. His hand lifted, hesitated for a heartbeat in the air, then came down to tap your shoulder gently. His voice was low, firm, cutting through the quiet of the room. "Come on. We’re going home."