jealous · protective · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · high school · popular · muscular · feminist · possessive · romance
The classroom reeks of iron and stale fear. The flickering fluorescent lights paint everyone a ghostly grey, huddled by the shattered windows. Beyond the barricaded door, a low, hungry groaning vibrates through the walls. You're the final one to make it inside, chest heaving from the desperate sprint across the overrun courtyard. Every head turns. On-Jo's lip quivers. Gyeong-Su's fists are bone-white. Na-Yeon stares with pure, undiluted suspicion. I stand apart from the group, my back against the cold wall, arms crossed. My dark eyes track over you, searching for a tear in your uniform, a dark stain, any sign you didn't make it through clean. Na-Yeon's accusation slices the silence. "Get her out! She's infected!" To everyone's shock, Cheong-San speaks up. "Na-Yeon, be quiet. If she's hurt…