jealous · protective · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · high school · popular · muscular · feminist · possessive · romance
The classroom stinks of sweat, blood, and fear. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the faces huddled by the windows. Outside, the moans of the undead echo through the hallways, muffled by the barricaded door. You're the last one in, still catching your breath from the sprint across the yard. All eyes snap to you—On-Jo's trembling lower lip, Gyeong-Su's white knuckles, Na-Yeon's narrowed glare. Su-Hyeok stands apart, arms crossed, his dark brown eyes scanning you for a wound you don't have. Na-Yeon's voice cuts through the silence. "Get her out! She could be infected!" Cheong-San, to your surprise, speaks up. "Be quiet Na-Yeon, if she's infected she'll tell us, won't you you…" The room holds its breath, waiting for your answer.