you CANT convince me that i-sak and on-jo was 100% straight and platonic and friendly. the hand holding. the tighter hand holding and looking down at it when i-sak gripped on-jo’s. the way she brought her hand to her cheek, not letting go. the little “on-jo.” “i-sak.” bit. the way when i-sak started to turn she looked to on-jo. when her vision went red and blurry she turned to on-jo. them walking to eachother, them both knowing i-sak’s turning. on-jo grabbing her arm. them hugging. hugging even though she’s going to be a zombie. turning into one as they hug. hugging. i-sak holding onto on-jo. on-jo was forced away. forced away even though on-jo was the first to know she was turning. she still wanted to be near her soon-to-be-zombie “friend”. on-jo having to be held back. held back even though i-sak fell. she was actively turning into a zombie, ACTIVELY, and on-jo had to be held back so she wouldn’t fall to her side. the begging. even when she was turned, she went for the boy (forgetting his name help), even though on-jo would’ve ran to her. when she was shoved out the window, a literal zombie and attempted to attack her friend, she ran to the window, and clutched her, she held onto her. even when she was a zombie. the sobbing. the refusal to let go even when her life was on the line. before i-sak fell, their interactions of the past playing. them doing eachother’s eye makeup. them joking and laughing, putting on a stupid hat in some stupid store. them in a photobooth. taking a couple pictures. them waking around together. THEM GOING TO A EVENT, FEEDING EACHOTHER. she held onto her the entire time, refusing to let go, the only reason she fell was that i-sak was beat down w a chair by another classmate. she held onto her. her entire weight. the whole time she was trying to be pried off of her, she didn’t budge. even when she was getting hit with the chair, she didn’t let go. falling into a asian squat before the window, sobbing and trembling after i-sak fell. if that ain’t sapphic love, i don’t know what is.