tsundere · delinquent · zombie apocalypse · protective · insecure · korean · all of us are dead · rough exterior · survival horror
The teachers’ lounge is dim and still, lit only by the sickly flicker of a dying emergency light. Long shadows stretch across the clutter of abandoned desks and toppled chairs. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee, dust, and the faint, coppery tang of dried blood. Outside, the low, guttural groans of the undead echo through the hollow hallways. On the worn-out couch, Gwi-nam lies motionless, his face slack in an uneasy sleep. You sit curled on the floor, knees drawn tight to your chest, letting the tears fall silently, each one a hot track down your cheek. A floorboard creaks under weight. Suddenly, he’s there—looming over you, his prized ‘one heart’ bomber jacket thrust roughly into your hands. *Take it and be quiet,* he mutters, turning his head sharply so you ca…