synopsis: The two of you fight. A lot. Neither of you really know why thought. What happens when the both of you get partnered up for a project?
content warnings: They just make out lol, everything is pretty tame here.
word count: 0.6k
Cheongsan had never hated a school project more in his life.
And that was saying something.
There were a lot of things he could tolerate. Long nights cramming for exams? Fine. Dodging Gwi-nam’s bullshit every day? Manageable.
But this? This?
This was hell.
"You can stop glaring now," you said, not even looking up from your phone.
He scoffed, dropping his bag onto your desk with more force than necessary. "I’m not the problem here."
You snorted. "Yeah? Then why do you look constipated?"
He exhaled sharply, biting back a very colourful response. "Because I’d rather be doing anything else right now."
"Wow. Your flirting skills are amazing."
He shot you a glare, but you just grinned, clearly enjoying his suffering.
The worst part?
No one—not even he—knew why the hell you two were like this.
You didn’t hate each other. You weren’t enemies. Hell, you were even chill with his friends.
But with him?
For some reason, every conversation turned into a verbal sparring match. Every single time.
And now, thanks to this godforsaken history project, he was stuck in your room for the next two hours, listening to you be insufferable.
"Alright, let’s get this over with." You slid your laptop in front of him. "You write, I research."
Cheongsan frowned. "Why do I have to write?"
"Because your handwriting looks like an AI-generated font."
"And you think I’m constipated? Damn, you are flirting."
"Cheongsan, please. I have standards."
He gawked at you, absolutely seething. "You—"
"Oi, brats!" Your older sister’s voice rang through the hallway. "If you break anything, you’re both dead!"
"We’re fine!" you called back. Then, turning back to Cheongsan, you smirked. "You might not be, though."
Cheongsan grumbled under his breath and cracked his knuckles, forcing himself to focus. "Let’s just start."
For a while, it was fine.
Mostly.
You still annoyed him every five minutes. He still snarked back. But the work was getting done.
And then?
It happened.
To this day, Cheongsan still wouldn’t know what exactly changed.
Maybe it was the way you leaned over his shoulder, way too close as you pointed at something on his laptop screen.
Maybe it was the way your breath fanned against his ear, the scent of your shampoo way too distracting.
Maybe it was the way he turned his head just as you looked up—only for your faces to be inches apart, the heat between you shifting from hostile to something... completely different.
Neither of you moved.
Neither of you spoke.
The room felt way too quiet.
And then—
Your lips were on his.
Cheongsan barely had time to process before his body reacted—grabbing onto you, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss before he could even think about what he was doing.
And god, it was good.
He should’ve expected you to be a tease, but the way you nipped at his bottom lip, the way you tilted your head just right—it was unfair.
His grip tightened on your waist, fingers digging in, and you hummed against his mouth, a low, satisfied sound that sent a shiver down his spine.
His brain was screaming at him, but he did not care.
Not when you pushed him back against your desk, not when your hands slid under his hoodie, not when you—
"WHAT THE FUCK."
Cheongsan jerked away so fast he almost fell over.
You groaned, running a hand through your hair. "Goddamn it."
Your sister stood in the doorway, horrified. "In my house? In my presence?!"
"Technically, it’s my house too," you muttered.
"Not the point!"
Cheongsan was mortified.
Your sister pointed an accusatory finger at the two of you. "You owe me therapy. Both of you."
Then, with a dramatic shudder, she slammed the door shut behind her.
Silence.
Then—
You snorted.
And then Cheongsan snorted.
And then the both of you were wheezing, half-doubled over in laughter, because what the hell just happened?
"I hate you," Cheongsan wheezed, shaking his head.
You grinned, smug as ever. "Yeah?" You leaned in, brushing your lips against his ear. "You kiss me like you don’t."
His face burned. "Shut up."
But when you kissed him again, he didn’t exactly stop you.
I'm probably blind and couldn't find the rules so sorry if I mess up!
anyways, can you do a smau for main characters of aouad?? or you can just do your favs if it's too much! :)
I don't really have a specific idea, I just need more aouad stuff so maybe idk reader randomly sending a silly photo of them with no context or maybe one of those 'tiktok trends' like "can I tie a bow around your wrist?" yk, silly stuff. if you have another idea that you'd rather do than I'd take that too!!
have a good day/night<3
All of us are dead main characters when: you say "can I tie a bow around your wrist?" ──★˙🍓̟!!
SMAU (social media au - texts)
gender neutral!reader
𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 warnings: nothing just fluff!
note: hey anon <3 I love love love you sm for requesting all of us are dead! and no you're not blind! I don't have a rules page just yet, only whats on my pinned. I def will make one soon though! I hope you enjoy this!
SUMMARY : cheong-san's friend group finds out that he has a crush on y/n l/n.
wc : 2.5k
(it's gn reader pronouns but the reader is mentioned to be a princess a few times)
(non apocalypse au!)
"hey you punk, get to your seats!"
ms. park yelled out, people rushing to their seats as y/n slept soundly on their table,
"someone wake up y/n."
"y/n.. wake up.."
y/n's deskmate quickly slipped into their seat, tapping y/n on the shoulder rapidly to wake them up. y/n stirred awake, blinking at the bright sun that was shining through the window.
"thank you for joining us, y/n!"
ms. park said with a teasing smile, then setting down her books. y/n returned a small smile, sitting up.
"hi, good morning."
"good morning!"
as usual, everyone started to stand up, walking to the front to hand in their phones. y/n lazily stood up, walking slowly until someone bumped into them.
"here, i'll do it."
the boy said, softly taking y/n's phone out of their hand. y/n found that it was cheong-san.
"thank you, cheong-san."
"no worries."
cheong-san grinned at them, then walking to the front to put their phones into the box.
-
"in fact, none of us are completely free from prejudice. we all have preconceived ideas about others. here, 'free from' means the lacking in or unincumbered by. anyone want to interpret this?"
y/n lazily drew in their book, smiling a bit when their friend drew random things next to it.
"class president?"
nam-ra lifted her head, ms. park tapping the board with the chalk.
"the truth is, all of us have some sort of prejudice. we all have preconceptions about other people."
"hmm, okay. nice. next, y/n, bare-su, stand up."
y/n's smile faded as they looked up at su-hyeok who stood up, them following suit.
"yes?"
"what's with 'bare-su'?"
"uhmm.."
"it's short for barefoot su-hyeok. bare-su."
some people in the class could be heard laughing. su-hyeok nervously swaying on his feet with his hands behind his back. y/n was still scribbling on their page while their deskmate was smacking their hand to stop them.
"okay, bare-su! what did nam-ra say a minute ago?"
ms. park asked su-hyeok, who looked at y/n while they were still drawing on their page.
“y/n? do you wanna help out bare-su?”
“everyone has their own type of prejudice against other people, something like that.”
“yes, sit down. bare-su, you can keep standing- put your arms in the air too.”
su-hyeok groaned aloud as the class laughed under their breaths. cheongsan looked back at y/n as they dusted off their lap, laying their head on the palm of their hand and looking out the window.
cheong-san watched as the sun hit their face, y/n slightly squinting and covered the sun with their free hand, sighing a bit.
cheong-san quickly looked away as his friend, gyeong-su hit him on the shoulder.
"what are you doing man? shit, are you looking at y/n?"
"what? no way."
"you like them, don't you?!"
"shut up!"
-
eventually, lunch rolled around as cheong-san walked with his friends, laughing together as cheong-san prayed that gyeong-su forgot what happened in class an hour before.
"cheong-san."
cheong-san turned his head to see y/n, looking up at him holding their tray of food.
"do you want these? i hate them."
y/n pointed at the cubes of pickled radish, cheong-san looking at their face rather than the food they were pointing at.
"oh, sure, i'll take it."
cheong-san quickly picked up his chopsticks, picking up at the cubes quickly as his friends noticed that he wasn't walking with them anymore.
gyeong-su hit his friends, pointing towards y/n and cheong-san as cheong-san gave them his banana milk, y/n smiling up at him and he shared a giddy smile back.
"wah, they totally like each other."
"he's coming- turn around!"
the group all turned and walked towards a free table as cheong-san caught up to them, sitting down next to su-hyeok.
"yah."
cheong-san's head went up to dae-su who was sitting across from him on the table.
"what?"
"you like y/n, right?"
cheong-san blinked at dae-su, chuckling, then looking back down at his food.
"what gives you that idea?"
su-hyeok and gyeong-su made silent eye contact as gyeong-su dramatically rolled his eyes.
'no way he doesn't.'
'if he doesn't, he's crazy.'
the two telepathically contacted through their facial expressions, wu-jin hitting dae-su on the fore arm hard as dae-su caressed his arm in pain.
"shut up and start eating."
"why are you so rude to me?!"
-
"alright! be quiet!"
ms. park yelled once again that day, quietening the class in a hurry as they quickly reduced to silence.
"the school festival is coming up, and our class will be doing a play."
"what?"
"seriously?"
"again? our class did that last year!"
"quiet! they all liked our performance last year so much that they wanted us to do it once more."
ms. park said, wanting the class to be more proud of themselves. but some people just sighed, looking away in embarrassment.
"this time, we're going to be randomly choosing our roles, so don't get upset with what you get."
"yes ma'am.."
-
"seriously..?"
"seriously?"
y/n and cheong-san said at the same time, having gone up together to randomly pick the paper out of the box of random roles and looking at their papers while walking side by side to get back to their seats.
"what? what did you get?"
cheong-san asked, peeking over their paper to see what role they got but y/n quickly held the small piece of paper to their chest, shaking their head.
"tell me what you got first."
"no way, i asked first."
"same time?"
"okay fine."
"one, two, three!"
y/n and cheong-san held their papers infront of their chest, blinking at each other's roles.
"prince?"
y/n said, looking up at his face as cheong-san looked up at them.
"princess..?"
cheong-san muttered, nearly out of breath as he felt the breath in his lungs start to float away, up and up into the sky as the two held eye contact with each other, gazing at each other until a certain someone's best friend interrupted.
"wah! y/n and cheong-san are the prince and princess!"
gyeong-su exclaimed excitedly, pointing at the two who looked away from each other, quickly putting their papers down, cheong-san shoving his into his pocket as y/n held it in their hand, scrunching it up.
"y/n, you're the princess?"
y/n's deskmate asked, looking up from their seat while on-jo and i-sak looked up with y/n's deskmate, smiles on their face.
"are you?! that's so cute! y/n and cheong-san!"
"oooo!"
the class ooo'ed in unison, making y/n embarrassed as they covered their mouth with one hand, cheong-san starting to glare at gyeong-su.
"yah, asshole."
"okay i'm sorry man i didn't mean it- wait! i didn't mean it!"
-
“okay, take 16. three, two, one!”
ms. park said with a clap, na-yeon next to her holding a clapperboard and closing it right, rolling her eyes while doing so.
“romeo, you must leave, it isn’t safe for you here!”
y/n said, holding a piece of paper with their lines, their eyes looking down at it every few seconds.
“i can’t leave, knowing you’re here by yourself, it’s too much.”
“mercutio will be here any second, you have to go!”
y/n fell into cheong-san’s arms, worry on their face on they banged on his chest. cheong-san kept his gaze on y/n, gripping tight onto them.
“i don’t care, i’ll fight him, here, on the spot!”
cheong-san declared, pushing y/n softly out of his arms as he raised his shirt up a little, flashing the dagger that was tucked away under his shirt as he took out the fake plastic dagger, holding it in his hand.
“romeo! juliet!”
su-hyeok yelled, popping out from behind the curtains as he locked eyes with cheong-san, pointing the top of the fake sword in his hand at the two, cheong-san shielding y/n with his free arm.
“have you given in? will you give up juliet to me?”
su-hyeok said, glaring at cheong-san.
"never, you'll never have y/- juliet."
cheong-san declared, pointing his dagger at su-hyeok as the lights went out, the auditory room going dark as a little bit of shuffling was heard. after a few seconds, the lights went back on to reveal cheong-san on the floor, holding his stomach with one hand as the other propped himself up on his elbow, y/n held cheong-san, facing away from the audience.
su-hyeok was a few meters away, holding his neck while he slouched while standing up.
"if i can't have juliet.. no one can.."
su-hyeok said with a final breath, collapsing on the floor and presumably dying.
"che- romeo. please.. i need you..."
y/n said, cradling cheong-san's face in their hands.
"don't worry, juliet.. i, love you. i always have.."
cheong-san said, his eyes fluttering shut slowly as his hands held onto y/n's back, squeezing tight as y/n leaned in, the script saying that y/n and cheong-san would have to kiss, but y/n was too nervous, their lips opening and closing, pausing still infront of cheong-san's face.
cheong-san sensed it, his eyes looking down at y/n's lips, knowing y/n was nervous, the expression on their face being a tell-tale sign.
"it's okay, you don't have to."
the front curtains closed, cheong-san, su-hyeok and y/n were then hidden from the audience.
"good job!"
"that was good!"
"time for costume building!"
a person exclaimed, clapping aloud as the curtains opened back up, y/n quickly standing up, holding out a hand for cheong-san to get up.
"nice acting y/n."
cheong-san, smiling up at y/n as he grabbed onto their hand, y/n pulling him up.
"thanks, you did good too."
y/n smiled up at him, cheong-san's heart beating faster and faster as cheong-san adjusted his tie, swallowing a gulp.
"are none of you gonna help me up?"
su-hyeok said, still on the floor on his back as he looked up at the duo who looked over at him.
"ha, no."
cheong-san said, pulling y/n by the arm away to make their costumes as su-hyeok yelled out, and y/n laughed out.
"yah! help me up!"
-
"cheong-san, c'mere."
y/n said, writing down measurements as cheong-san looked over at them, walking over.
"i gotta take your measurements, lift up your arms please."
cheong-san did so, lifting his arms up as y/n wrapped the measuring tape around his waist first. cheong-san stared at y/n's focused features, not minding how y/n's hands trailed down to his hips.
“what colour do you think suits me?”
cheong-san murmured, standing tall as y/n began to measure his arms.
“hm, i think.. white. black too.”
“everyone suits black and white.”
cheong-san chuckled, feeling y/n's hands shake while y/n laughed.
"y/n! can you come measure su-hyeok?"
"coming! one sec!"
y/n said, quickly measuring cheong-san's shoulders, cheong-san becoming distracted at the thought of y/n measuring su-hyeok.
"su-hyeok?"
cheong-san questioned, y/n not hearing him as they started to walk away, holding the clipboard and writing down cheong-san's measurements.
"ah! y/n-.."
cheong-san quickly became quiet, watching as y/n smiled at su-hyeok, the two of them laughing about something that cheong-san couldn't hear. the dark haired boy's jaw tightened, closing his eyes as he breathed out.
"cheong-san! come over here, we need help!"
"coming."
-
y/n sat on the long staircase, their hands behind their back resting on the concrete, staring up at the sunset.
"y/n,"
cheong-san said, making y/n look towards the voice as cheong-san threw them a can of soda.
"thanks."
"no problem."
cheong-san sat down next to them, opening his own soda quickly and chugging a bit, opening the bag and picking out the corndog he bought, munching into it as y/n looked after they heard the crunch.
"hey, why didn't you get me one?"
y/n whined, reaching over to grab the stick but cheong-san brought his hand away, making y/n lean over him, hand on his leg.
"you didn't ask me, and i wanted one okay?"
cheong-san commented, taking another bite off the corndog as cheese stretched off on the stick, making y/n groan.
"please cheong-san- i'll buy you chicken!"
"you're gonna just buy from my mom's place and she's gonna be too nice and just give you for free."
"well.. i'll tell you anything you want."
cheong-san paused for a second, letting y/n snatch the corn dog out his hand, taking a bite.
"hey!"
"i will though! anything you want, but one thing."
y/n said, while chewing a bit, then swallowing.
"whatchu wanna ask?"
y/n smiled up at him through their eyelashes, blinking rapidly trying to charm him while cheong-san laughed, looking away from y/n but just scooted closer to them.
"okay. do you,"
cheong-san hesitated for a second, y/n tilting their head while waiting for his response, their can of soda pressed to their lips as the liquid shine from the drink spread onto y/n's lips.
"do i?"
"do you.. like anyone?"
cheong-san asked, quickly darting his eyes away from them as y/n blinked at the weird suspense to ask such a, normal question.
"that's it? but yeah, i do."
"who?"
"i said i'd tell you one thing."
y/n replied, not letting the topic spread any further about themselves.
"do you like anyone?"
"..maybe."
"what the hell?! who! tell me cheong-san."
"no, you aren't telling me your one!"
"i, have my reasons."
"well then me too!"
-
it felt like it had been taking months to prep for the school festival play, y/n could hear the talking of the crowd and audience outside, having put on the ridiculous dress that i-sak and gyeong-su made together.
"so, itchy.!"
"stop complaining!"
y/n's deskmate said, slapping them on the arm as y/n grabbed their arm, rubbing it in pain.
"you got this- oh, lee cheong-san."
y/n turned their head, seeing the dark haired 'prince' who wore the black and white princely attire that y/n had personally, helped make for him.
"hi y/n."
"hi cheong-san."
y/n smiled at him, making their deskmate slip away with no notice, walking towards on-jo and i-sak who were setting up the lights.
"are you ready?"
y/n asked, scratching the back of their head while looking away and cheong-san smiled back.
"yeah. are you?"
"'course."
-
cheong-san felt conflicted about his feelings, his jaw clutched as he lied on the floor.
"if i can't have juliet.. no one can.."
su-hyeok said with a final breath, collapsing on the floor as his body spread across the floor in a dramatic manner.
"romeo. please.. i need you..."
y/n said, cradling cheong-san's face in their hands. their voice hiccuping as they talked and their voice sounding out loud and clear through the auditory room.
"don't worry, juliet.. i, love you. i always have.."
cheong-san said, bringing a hand up to y/n's cheek, and then also swiftly taking off his mic set, making y/n raise their eyebrows at him as he also pushed down y/n's mic away from their mouth.
"cheong-san?"
"i love you, i always have, y/n."
y/n's eyes widened at the declaration, surprise filling their eyes as cheong-san had a sudden change in heart, his heart beating out of his chest as he worried of y/n not reciprocating his feelings.
"really?"
"of course."
cheong-san quickly added, nothing registering in his mind until he felt y/n's lips against his, his eyes widening, the crowd cheering, and the curtains closing.
ik he isn’t a great person but he’s just so hot and i’m so glad there’s more ppl writing for himmm😭
i was wondering if you could write some fluff for him? like him protecting the reader but veryyy reluctantly bc he still has to keep up his tough guy appearance yk? bc lets be honest if he’s protecting you he’s gonna make it seem like such a chore😭 and if you dm could you use y/n or reader? i know you don’t like using y/n and stuff so if you don’t want to that’s okay! :)
SEVEN MINUTES — gwi-nam x fem!reader
no i totally agree that he'd see it as a chore.. like in his mind he'd know that he'd literally die to protect you but then when it comes to doing it he'd be all 'yeah yeah i'm only doing it bcs i want to..' it's nice to write him in a fluff, i'm the type of person who always tries to see the best in everyone and what better way than to write about it?
and i totally do not mind writing y/n / reader fics! if that's what the audience wants thats what the audience gets :) <33
here's some gwinam fluff for u babe!!
tw: blood, mentions of attack, mentions of zombies, written in 2nd pov,,
wc: 2.7k
FLUFF!
۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ
To do list for today:
Do laundry? Check. Get to school on time? Sorta-check. Fight off brain-eating zombies?
At this moment, you couldn’t even entertain the thought of checking that box off. You were lying flat on the cold cafeteria floor, your vision blurry as you stared up at the classmate that'd be sure to make you his lunch instead of the gimbap and kimchi. On top of you, the boy you’d sat next to in math just this morning was animalistic, uncontrollable, with blood dripping from his face. He was a still, haunting reminder of how quickly everything had spiraled out of control.
The blood that had splattered across his face was now seeping onto your own, a chilling, sticky warmth that had your stomach turning. You could barely hear the chaos over the rush of your heartbeat, but the eerie groans of zombies and their shuffling footsteps filled your ears. Your mind was struggling to keep up, caught between the instinct to fight back and the cold reality that it might be too late.
Your body felt frozen, unable to move, as if you were stuck in place by some invisible force. The cafeteria was a warzone now—tables upended, broken chairs scattered across the floor, and the grotesque sound of gnawing filling the air as people ran around you. Every inch of your being screamed for you to get up, to run, to do anything, but your legs felt like lead. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. You were just there, waiting for the inevitable.
Then, in the midst of it all, a sharp sound cut through your panic—a grunt, a struggle, and suddenly the weight of the boy who had been lying on top of you was yanked off. Your heart skipped, and you blinked, trying to focus through the haze.
Before you could even react, you looked up—and there he was.
Gwi-nam?
The last person you ever expected to see in this nightmare.
Gwi-nam. Your past. Your confusion. The boy you had once cared for, the one you had loved, but also the one you’d distanced yourself from because of everything he’d done. It wasn’t just the bullying, or the way he made others feel helpless and small—it was how you felt helpless in his presence, like there was nothing you could do to stop him.
But now, there he was, his dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. His chest rose and fell quickly, and his expression was a mix of focus and something you couldn’t quite place.
You didn’t know whether to feel relief or dread.
Without hesitation, he grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet. You didn’t argue, couldn’t argue. There was no time. In a swift motion, he guided you toward the kitchen, moving with a purpose that left no room for doubt. His grip on you was firm, almost urgent, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. The chaos around you had left you disoriented, and for the first time in what felt like hours, you felt like you had a sliver of hope.
The kitchen door slammed shut behind you as you tumbled inside, and Gwi-nam immediately shoved you under the counter, lowering you into the cramped space. You had barely settled when you heard the sound of his footsteps behind you, his body pressing against your back as he slid into place. The tight space left little room to move, but there was a strange comfort in knowing you weren’t alone—not that you could have moved if you wanted to. The air was thick, the stench of decay mixing with the lingering scent of food and sweat. Your heart pounded in your ears, every beat a reminder that time was running out.
Two other figures huddled in the kitchen with you, a boy and a girl. They were breathing heavily, clearly as terrified as you were. You couldn’t tell how many zombies were in the building anymore—too many had already been drawn into the chaos—but the muffled groans told you that they were close, too close for comfort.
You pressed your back further into Gwi-nam’s chest, trying to steady your breathing. The sensation of his warmth against you was oddly grounding, though it didn’t ease the panic building in your chest. You didn’t know if you could trust him, not really—not after everything—but there was no time for doubt now. You just had to hold on, survive, and hope that the world outside this kitchen would make sense again when you stepped out of it.
The zombies hadn’t reached the kitchen yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they found you. The fear in your stomach twisted tighter with every passing second. The kitchen, once a mundane place, had turned into a prison—a place of both safety and suffocating confinement.
You sat there, your head resting against the cold, hard edge of the counter, trying to breathe through the fear that was clawing its way up your throat. Gwi-nam’s breathing was steady behind you, but the tension between you two was palpable. The silence in the cramped space was deafening, broken only by the faint noises from the rest of the building. The zombies hadn’t given up yet. You could hear their shuffling steps, their guttural groans drifting through the walls.
But for now, you were alive.
And maybe that was enough.
You turned your head, feeling the weight of time stretching on for what felt like hours. You had to stay quiet—every sound, every breath, seemed like it could betray your hiding spot. The floor beneath you was cold, your body stiff with the effort to stay still. Slowly, you shifted your body, now facing Gwi-nam, who was focused on the girl next to you. His eyes were intent on her, his finger pressed to his lips, signaling her to stay silent. He was too busy trying to calm her to notice your movements.
You held your breath. The sound of shuffling footsteps and distant groans filled the air, making your heart race in time with your pulse. It was only a matter of time before the undead would find their way under the counter.
As you were about to speak, hoping to get his attention, Gwi-nam’s patience seemed to snap. Without a word, he shoved the girl aside, moving with quick, calculated precision. Before you could even process what was happening, a nearby cafeteria worker—now one of the zombies—lunged at her, grabbing her in a flash. The girl let out a muffled scream, but there was nothing anyone could do. She was already torn into, the floor painted with her ruby liquid.
You froze, a gasp rising from your chest. Your instincts kicked in, and you tried to make a move, to run, to help, but Gwi-nam’s hand shot up to cover your mouth, pulling you back into his arms with surprising strength. His grip was firm, preventing you from doing anything rash.
You could feel his heart beating against your back as he held you tightly, his other hand pressing gently but urgently against your chest. His body was solid behind you, a strange sense of security amidst the chaos. But the sound of the girl’s panicked cries was still ringing in your ears, followed by a terrible silence.
The boy who had been hiding with you had lunged forward in an attempt to rescue her, but he was quickly overtaken by the swarm. His struggles were brief, his fate sealed in seconds. The sounds of his cries were drowned out by the savage growls of the people you'd once called friends.
Everything went still. For a moment, it was like the world had paused, your breath caught in your throat. The cold air of the kitchen felt heavier now, suffocating. You wanted to scream, to break down, but your body wouldn’t let you. Instead, a tight knot of fury twisted in your chest.
You turned to face Gwi-nam, your eyes burning with anger. You slapped his hand away, the sound of it harsh in the silence. "You're still the same old Gwi-nam, even now?" you whispered, your voice shaking with a mix of fear and fury. The words stung as they left your lips, the truth of them hitting harder than you expected.
You grabbed hold of his shirt, your fists trembling with the weight of your emotions. You tugged him closer, your eyes locked onto his. You needed him to understand, to feel how much this hurt. "How could you just let that happen?" you spat out, your voice bitter, almost breaking under the strain of everything that had built up between you.
“Just shut up and stop complaining, y/n!” For a moment, there was nothing but silence, the kind that felt too loud, too heavy. The tension between you both crackled in the air, and you wondered if this would be the moment he pushed you away for good.
Instead, his hands moved slowly, cautiously, as if he was afraid you would break if he moved too quickly. He reached out, pulling you toward him. His embrace was surprisingly gentle, wrapping around you tightly, as if he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.
You froze. You were confused, unsure how to react. For a long moment, your hands hovered in the air, uncertain. Your breath caught in your throat, your body tense with the whirlwind of emotions you were trying to sort through.
Everything inside you screamed to pull away, to resist the closeness, but in that moment, you couldn’t find the strength to do it. Slowly, almost reluctantly, you lowered your hands, your fingers touching his back. The warmth of his body against yours was a strange comfort amidst the chaos, but it didn’t make sense. You weren’t sure if you were angry, scared, or both.
“I would always do anything to save you,” Gwi-nam whispered into your ear, his voice low and sincere, but there was something else there—a weight, a hidden truth behind the words. “Always—Even if it means making impossible choices. So stop whining and just let me fucking save us.”
The air around you grew thick, and for a brief second, the noise of the world outside seemed to fade away. His words settled into your mind, sinking in deeper than you wanted them to. You wanted to argue, to tell him how wrong he was, but the truth was harder to deny than you cared to admit. There was a darkness in this world now—a darkness that forced people to do things they might never have thought possible.
And in that darkness, Gwi-nam’s words felt like a promise. A promise to protect you, no matter the cost.
You squeezed your eyes shut, the weight of everything hitting you all at once. The memories of everything that had come before—the moments of laughter, the shared secrets, the way he once made you feel so alive in a world that now felt so dead—came rushing back. It was all so complicated now. The love, the hurt, the distance. The world had torn you apart, and you weren’t sure if you could put the pieces back together.
You could feel Gwi-nam’s hand tightening at the back of your head, his fingers gently pressing against your scalp as he held you closer. It wasn’t forceful or aggressive, but it was a silent promise, a quiet reassurance that despite the destruction, despite the monsters that now roamed the world, you wouldn’t have to face this alone.
The next moment flew by in a blur. The two first-years who had left the counter—now twisted and zombified—lunged toward you with unsettling speed. He didn't hesitate. Grabbing a metal table, he shoved it toward the oncoming attackers, creating just enough space for you to slip away. His hand shot out, grabbing yours with urgency, and together, you barreled toward the cafeteria window above the sink. Without a word, he hoisted you up, his grip tightening as he pulled you through.
You tumbled into the alley beyond, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your hearts pounded as you ran hand-in-hand, the shuffling footsteps of the zombies close behind. An idea sparked in your mind—a plan, however small. You tugged him with purpose toward the building, the one the two of you had snuck behind every day to escape the chaos of high school life. It was familiar, a small piece of normalcy in a world turned upside down.
The zombies were close—too close—but as you scaled a ventilator and pressed your backs against the cool metal of the machine, they lost your trail. The world felt distant now, the cacophony of screeches and growls slowly fading into the distance.
Time stretched, becoming a slow, agonizing pulse. You lay still, barely breathing, watching as the night swallowed the world around you. Minutes—or was it hours?—passed before you finally sat up, cautiously peering through the shadows. The weight of the silence pressed in around you.
"Holy shit," you muttered under your breath.
Gwi-nam laughed softly beside you, breaking the tension. You both sat in quiet companionship for a while, catching your breath. Your mind spun, but you focused on the immediate task at hand: survival. The conversation meandered, but all you could think about was getting the two of you somewhere safe. Away from this nightmare.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting pale light over the ruined world below, but the time was irrelevant now. Nothing mattered except the here and now. Your breath steadied, but there was an undeniable unease in the air.
"Did you know," you spoke up, your voice surprisingly calm, "when you die, you see seven minutes of your best memories before it all ends?"
He tilted his head, eyebrow raised, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "You think we're gonna die?"
Your lips curled into a half-smile as you shrugged, a touch of uncertainty in your eyes. "I don't know. Maybe."
For a long moment, the only sound was the distant hum of the night. His gaze never left you, searching your face for something, something that lingered between the weight of the world and the quiet comfort of your presence. Slowly, he reached for your hand. His grip was warm against the cool night air.
"You’d be my seven minutes," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper.
You met his gaze, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminating the quiet intensity in his eyes. For a brief second, it felt like the entire world—zombies, the chaos, the desperation—faded away. As you held his stare, the weight of everything that had happened, and everything that could still happen, seemed to evaporate, leaving nothing but the two of you. The shadows of the world around you dissolved, like a fading nightmare. In that moment, the air between you thickened, your breath mingling as you whispered, “And you’d be mine.”
It was as if time had suspended itself, the violence of the world slipping into the background, becoming just a distant memory, a figment of imagination. There was nothing but him, nothing but this fragile, precious quiet. You leaned in, the space between you shrinking, your heart racing in anticipation of something simple yet profound.
Just before your lips could meet, your hand instinctively rose, and with a single finger, you pressed it lightly between your lips, halting the moment. His eyes searched yours, a quiet smile forming at the corners of his mouth. “Save the kiss for when we make it out of here,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper, as though the words themselves might be a secret only meant for this fragile slice of time.
A playful glint flickered in his eyes, and before you could fully process it, he swept you into his arms, pulling you close in a tight, almost reckless squeeze. The sudden closeness caught you off guard, but there was comfort in it—a promise that, for now, you were safe in his arms, even if only for a moment.
“Deal,” he whispered with a chuckle, his voice low and warm against your ear. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and for the briefest instant, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist—just the two of you, holding on to something that felt like hope, something that might just get you both through the nightmare you found yourselves in.
A/N: heeeey!! I know this is quite short but I hope you like it😭 this is literally my second post and I have to say thanks because all the support in the previous one🫶🏻
English is not my first language so you may find some errors!
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All Of Us Are Dead
Cheong San x reader
Fluff❤️🩹
TW: None(I think)
WORDS: 556
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The ground felt cold. You were cold, very cold, and you were starting to feel dizzy. You had only been there for two days, but everything was getting too heavy.
You could hear the moaning from the AV room, the room where the small group that was still alive was hiding.
Cheong-san had been sitting in the chair by the window all night. He hadn't slept all night and you could tell by the dark circles under his eyes.
You and Cheong-san had been friends since preschool. You both lived near each other and always went to class together along with your sister On-ju until she stopped to go to school with her group of friends.
You still remembered what it was like the morning before everything happened. Cheong-san was running after you while you were trying to escape from having to carry his backpack.
“You're such a cheater!” the boy shouted walking behind you as you laughed. “It's not fair!” he complained.
You kept running until you felt his arms wrap around your waist, stopping you and lifting you into the air.
“Stop!” you laughed as he forced you to carry his backpack. “What a gentleman...” you said sarcastically, walking beside him as he looked at you with a smirk.
After that morning, it was business as usual. You went to class together, sat next to each other, and then classes began.
One way or another, you had both ended up there, surrounded by zombies and fighting for your lives (actually hiding).
You were sitting on the floor, you had just woken up and some rays of light were coming through the window, although that was not the real reason why you had woken up. Your body was shivering, you were not used to the cold mornings in Korea, Cheong-san always ended up lending you his uniform jacket in the mornings.
You looked out the window, watching the sky, tinged with a certain shade of pink and orange, everything seemed calm for a second, it was even a pretty picture.
He came closer to you. He sat next to you and you rested your head on your shoulders. Cheong-san slipped his arm around your shoulders protectively.
“We'll get out of here alive.” He said. You felt the warmth of his body warm you and you snuggled even more with him.
“No one will come looking for us.” You said, slipping your arms around his torso and closing your eyes.
“I'll make sure you're alive until they come.” You frowned, pulling away from him to look into his eyes.
"That I'm alive? That we are alive." You said, he nodded.
“Sure, sure...” he said, settling your body next to his, pulling your legs over his and hugging you tightly as you rested your head on his chest.
“Cheong-San” you said, thinking about what you were going to say to him.
“Mh...?
“Don't even think about dying.” You said, hiding the nervousness in your voice.
“I wasn't planning on it.” He confessed, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.
You closed your eyes and fell back to sleep, feeling his breath against your hair and his hands caressing your back.
No matter how many promises Cheong-san had made, he knew that if he had to sacrifice his life for yours, he wouldn't think twice.
I want your guys help if you know this wattpad aouad fanfic.
I don't know if it is offensive to ask for a wattpad fanfic on tumblr, if it is then sorry. But I really want to find this story again. I am trying to find it but no luck. This is my only chance 🙏
It is a aouad x reader, (Gwinam,Suhyeok,cheongsan) likes y/n
And she is like a brat girl,always writing something on her diary and her diary is very precious to us and everybody knows that. When the outbreak happens she was at canteen with her friends but got seperated but Gwinam saves her and they went to kitchen. Gwinam usually calls her princess throughout the story. They had there moment in kitchen making jokes and fighting zombies where Gwinam makes a joke that how even zombie's wants to eat y/n ass. She then went on different way to find her friends and Gwinam reluctantly let her leave. Gwinam said that if they met again then he will kiss her because according to him e ven the zombies could understand the sexual tention between them.
Then she met suhyeok and namra and went to the class through ladder. I remember there was also a part where she was bit or something but she didn't change ( her eyes became red and heightened sense of smell) Gwinam came to the broadcasting room in order to find her and take her with him but got to know that she is bit. Then gwinam kinds of kidnaps her from that broadcasting room and they went out.
Do you want me post story that I read and is Good? it can be any genere
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Voting ended onOct 12, 2023
There was a part were she lost her diary but suhyeok finds it and told her that ( that part comes when Gwinam was going to kill the principle)
There was a part where nayeon goes through her diary and told everyone that she f***** Suhyeok in past.
This story was still going on and I lost it.😖 please if anyone had read this story then please tell me the name or link please it is like the awesome story.
Please help guys,
Thank you.
(The ask a question part that cones above is totally my mistake 🙂
I wanted to change it to ask anonymous but I couldn't and this happened I now I can't move it away sorry😅)
★ gênero: fofo;
★ pequenas sinopses: voces estão em um relacionamento e após uma briga, ele decide te pedir desculpas
★ personagens: gwi-nam, su-hyeok, gyeong-su, cheong-san x f!reader
Gwi-nam: Definitivamente o errado da briga, e eu sinceramente acho que ele não iria ser o primeiro a pedir desculpas e você, então, você que deveria ir até ele (mesmo que Gwi-nam fosse o errado).
Cheong-san: Ele faria um pedido de desculpas simples, mas fofo ao mesmo tempo. Te dando seu doce fav, sendo um pouco meloso, de dando cafuné e logo te chamando para sair.
Su-hyeok: Mesmo se fosse o certo da briga, ele iria fazer questão de pedir desculpas a você, sendo o mais fofo e atencioso possível.
⸻ Desculpa... ⸻ Ele falou após cruzar a porta da sala de aula, com uma carta pequena e simples na mão, deixando-a em sua mesa.
Você o olhou, sorrindo de canto e sem dizer uma palavra, concordou com a cabeça em um 'sim' sútil. Ele sorriu, e disse:
⸻ Quer rodar o centro de Seul depois da aula? ⸻ Ele perguntou sorrindo.
Gyeong-su (meu namorado): Uma criança num corpo de um adolescente, ficaria emburrado e envergonhado de pedir desculpas.
⸻ Vai pedir desculpas, agora! ⸻ Cheong-san falou empurrando o melhor amigo, que esbarrou em você na hora.
⸻ Ah, desculpa por essbarrar em ti ⸻ Ele disse coçando a nuca e meio sem jeito. ⸻ E tambem, hm....me desculpa pela briga..
⸻ Pensei que não iria me pedir desculpas! ⸻ Você sorriu dando um beijinho na bochecha.
