°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What if Gwi-Nam didn’t kill Min-jae??

You as Jung Min-jae!

Gwi-Nam entered the archery hall and looked around, No Cheong-san in sight… You saw him, you were on the floor, cleaning up arrows and now you were just staring at him “Shit” He cursed under his breath, “Not in here…”

He then focused his sight on you, you asking him who he was and how he got in.

“I heard something…” he responded, stepping a few steps closer. “Thought it was in here,” he said, still walking and looking around

You got up, dropping the archery rack and running to lock the door, accidentally bumping into him.

You then walked back, looking at him as you asked where he was and if it was safe outside.

“Its okay everywhere, i love it.”

You stopped and looked at him in confusion as he continued,

“This school is heaven.”

He said before walking towards the door,

“Later,”

He said, and you asked him where he was going, and saying he’ll die if he go out —— due the zombie apocalypse, but he was a ‘hambie’, half zombie half human, but you of course didn’t know.

You quickly yelled over that he shouldn’t go out, calling him an asshole and saying he haves to listen.

He turned around, looking back at you, now you looking at him slightly scared, noticing the blood on his face and the wound closing his right eye permanently, you cautiously took a step back.

“You hungry?” He suddenly asked, you responding with ‘what?’

He walked towards, tilting his head to the right. Every step he took closer you took back.

“You.” He said, moving his head forward before back, “hungry?”

You decided to tell the truth and told him you’re starving. He looked away before suddenly grabbing you by the shirt, pulling you close to him, your head on his shoulder and his on yours, your eyes clenched shut. “I’m full so i’ll spare you, so you’ll get to live,” He said, throwing you on the floor, you panted and coughed as he threw you hard.

He suddenly… smelled Cheong-San. How? Cheong-San wasn’t even here! The smell… it came from you. He picked you up again, grabbing you by your collar/sleeve.

“Why do you smell like him.” He demanded, you asked who he meant and he demanded again, “Why do you smell like Cheong-San.”