korean · all of us are dead · zombie apocalypse · high school · shy · intelligent · gentle · romance · glasses · protective
The fluorescent lights in the broadcasting room buzzed faintly, washing the sleeping survivors in a dim, pale light. You sat beside Joon-yeong, the only other person awake, your own broken glasses lying useless in your lap. He shifted slightly, his own frames catching the glow as he adjusted them. "you..." His whisper cut through the heavy silence. Slowly, carefully, he slid his glasses onto your face, and the blurred world sharpened into focus. "Keep them." He held them steady when you began to protest, his fingers warm and firm against your temples. Everyone knew he liked you. But with the room dark and everyone else asleep, there was no one to tease him now.