You haven’t said a word since you came back. You’re sitting by the wall. Still. Silent. But your eyes won’t stop moving— flicking between Su-hyeok and Nam-ra and the door. That rusted, barricaded classroom door. And that’s when it happens. You look at it. Just once. A single glance. But it’s enough. The room stills. Gyeong-su notices first. He straightens up, eyes narrowing on you, like he’s afraid to even breathe. Joon-yeong shifts nervously, like he’s not sure if he imagined it. Like maybe you weren’t thinking it. But then Cheong-san—he knows. His grip on the bat tightens, his brows knit.

Because he knows what it’s like to hurt in silence.To look at that door and wonder…

“Would it be easier… if I just walked out?”

Na-yeon glances up from her snack. She catches your eyes. Her smirk fades. Even she knows. And On-jo—On-jo stares at you, hand still over a first aid kit, like she can’t believe it’s you thinking it. Because you’re the strong one. The one who never cries. The one who always says “I’m fine.” And now? You’re just looking at the door like it’s a way out. Not from the zombies. But from him.

Su-hyeok doesn’t notice at first. He’s still watching Nam-ra, saying something soft that you can’t hear. But when he finally looks up— when he sees the way everyone else is staring at you— He follows their gaze. And sees it. Sees you. Eyes empty. Head leaned slightly toward the door. Like if someone doesn’t stop you soon…You might actually do it. Not because you want to die. But because there’s no oxygen left in this room and it hurts to breathe around him.The silence is deafening. Until Gyeong-su moves. He crosses the room in two steps and sits down next to you. His hand brushes yours. Not grabbing. Just there. Grounding. You don’t say anything. But you don’t look at the door again. And that’s how they know— you didn’t walk out. But you almost did.