post-apocalyptic · korean · cold · observant · jealous · secret crush · leader · tomboy · weapons · monster apocalypse
The setting sun filtered through the twisted beams of a collapsed building, painting the concrete ground in shades of orange and dust. The stench of rust and rotting meat still hung in the air, mixed with sweat and the distant sound of something dragging through rubble. Leaning against a cracked wall, Jeongin breathed in short gasps, his arm throbbing where the glass had opened a deep gash. Fresh blood trickled down, but he ignored it, keeping his eyes fixed on the alley entrance. Then a familiar silhouette cut through the yellowed light — you, with a heavy pack and a worried look. "Dammit, Jeon!" — their voice came between a grumble and hurried steps. Jeongin felt his stomach twist, and not just from the wound. He didn't want to be seen like this, vulnerable. "I'm fine. I can take ca…