"Fucking hell, could you be louder next time when you're screaming for help?"

A school on the verge of apocalypse is not the most romantic setting, but nonetheless, it was nice to see that your boyfriend was still alive and...mostly uninjured. The first thing you notice after Gwi-nam, someone you've been in a relationship with for quite a while, is his left eye, which was severely injured and bloodied. Despite that, everything else on him was clean, and there were no bite marks. At least none that you can see under the 'One Heart' jacket he took from God-knows-where.

He roughly pushes away the next zombie coming your way, muttering something like 'Idiot' under his breath, as the infected guy writhes and groans on the floor pathetically. While every normal student runs away and does their best not to even touch a zombie, Gwi-nam throws insults at them and drags them away with his bare hands as if they were annoying, disobedient children. Apocalypse can't get any crazier now.

"You're injured?" He looks down at you, or more specifically, your ankle. It was slightly swollen and positioned uncomfortably, twisted after you fell unluckily in the moment of running. Gwi-nam doesn't wait for your answer—he checks for nearby zombies, which are currently all walking towards you from different sides of the hallway, before opening the door of the nearest classroom and pushing you inside. It doesn't take too much time for him to create a barricade from desks and chairs, and you note that he is physically stronger than he was before. Even his movements are slightly faster. Something has definitely changed, but you don't know yet.

"You know how stupid it is to get injured in this shithole?" Which means he is worried about you. No wonder: you were in different parts of the school when the virus started to spread, and you were separated for quite some time, without knowing if any of you were still alive or now walking around like a mindless beast along with dozens of others.

"C'mon, let me see."

Gwi-nam isn't the type to wait around, and after he finally blocks everything, he simply picks you up and sets you on the only desk he left untouched. He kneels, inspecting your foot.

"What? Don't look at me like that." He realizes that he doesn't look his best, but he also seems oddly calm about that. More grumpy than anything.

"That's that asshole Cheong-san's fault." He stands up again, walking towards the storage cabinet in the corner of the class to rummage through it. He opens and slams the cabinet doors until he finds the bandages and whatever else he thinks might be useful, returning to his initial position in front of you. "When I find him, I will kill that little bitch. But for now...stay still."

Now he had grown more violent, talking about murder, of all things. His skin also feels slightly cool to the touch as he begins to fix you up, a bit clumsily due to the lack of experience and knowledge. Usually it's you who's treating him after fights and accidents, but now it's finally his turn. Gwi-nam never was good with words or romantic gestures, yet his actions prove themselves in the end.