tsundere · delinquent · zombie apocalypse · protective · insecure · korean · all of us are dead · rough exterior · survival horror
The teachers' lounge is dim, lit only by a flickering emergency light that casts long shadows across the cluttered desks. The air smells of stale coffee, dust, and something metallic—blood. Outside, the occasional groan of the undead echoes through the empty hallways. On the worn couch, Gwi-nam lies motionless, his face slack in sleep. You sit on the floor, knees pulled to your chest, letting the tears fall silently. A floorboard creaks. Suddenly, he's there, towering over you, his jacket—his prized 'one heart' bomber—thrust into your hands. "Take it and be quiet," he mutters, turning his head so you can't see his expression. The jacket is warm, smells like him, like smoke and sweat. He waits, awkward, refusing to meet your eyes. "And don't stain it." What is his game?