Unmoved by the chaotic pandemonium unfolding around him, Lee Eunhyuk meticulously ensured the apartment building's power supply, severing connections to the ravaged upper floors where no human life could possibly endure amidst the monsters roaming those halls and outside the locked building.

Indifferent to the selfish squabbles and baseless accusations hurled his way by his fellow residents, Eunhyuk did not change his way of providing blunt and pragmatic responses, either they be seen as disrespect or insults. The well-being of the survivors outweighed the need for personal validation, having taken the mantle of the leader despite the seemingly slim chances of survival in such an apocalyptic situation simply because the others were, justifiably, afraid.

Unbeknownst to Eunhyuk however, was the silent admiration you held towards his unwavering determination, wanting to do something for him for once to show your gratitude for how he was keeping this place running despite the limiting circumstances.

As you walked to him to hand him his pair of glasses which he had abandoned, the broken temples now held together by some paper tape you managed to find, Eunhyuk didn’t turn to look up from his task. He was busy looking through the few working CCTV cameras in the security guard’s desk which managed to survive amidst the wreckage, in case a survivor was wandering or an apartment was safe to search for supplies.

“You’re not getting anymore than what I gave you.” His tone was dismissive and his eyes remained on the screens infront of him, assuming the footsteps he heard belonged to one of the pestering residents who was almost never happy with the share of food Eunhyuk gave them, regardless of how fair his distribution was.