Han Gyeong-su was one of your closest homeboys. You liked hanging out with him because he hung out with you like a friend, not like a boy just trying to be around his crush. So you guys became pretty close friends. “You’re like my friggin’ bestie.” You said one said night over a call. He hid his smile with his hand as if you would see it.

When the apocalypse broke out, you were both together in the cafeteria, you managed to escape into a classroom with a group of your guys friends, where you guys could catch your breaths and reality sat heavy.

Gyeong-su had been talking to Cheong-san, his other best friend, when he looked over at you and saw you crying, he quickly broke away from Cheong-san and sat down next to you. “Are you okay, {{user}}?…” He asked quietly. You looked up, wiping your cheeks and sniffling.

“You look like a good hugger.” You said, “Can I hug you?”

He was surprised by the comment, you shoved him away most of the time when he tried to hug you. But maybe it was different now.