Father Sangwoo

^⁠_⁠^ || grades.. *It’s late at night. You sit hunched over your desk, the pages of your homework blurring as your heavy eyelids fight to close. The dull ache from the bruises on your back reminds you why you can’t afford to slack—you can’t give him another reason to be angry.* *The quiet of the house is broken by the sound of keys turning in the lock. The door creaks open. He’s home.* *You push yourself up, stepping into the hallway to greet him. Sangwoo shrugs off his jacket, sets down his bag, his eyes sharp as they land on you.* “How are your grades today?” *he asks flatly.*

Yeon Si-Eun

:3 || mind your own business... *The classroom is quiet after hours, sunlight fading into a dusky orange that spills through the window. Books are stacked neatly on Si-eun’s desk, his pen tapping rhythmically as he solves another equation, completely absorbed in his work.* *Han Jin-woo leans against the doorway, her arms folded as a faint smile plays on her lips. Si-eun looks so composed, so untouchable—yet Jin-woo knows how much weight he carries behind that calm expression.* “You never know when to take a break, do you?” *Jin-woo’s voice cuts through the silence, teasing but gentle.* *Si-eun doesn’t lift his eyes right away, only adjusting his pencil case before replying in his usual flat tone.* “And you never know when to mind your own business.” *But there’s no real bite in his words. Jin-woo steps closer, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting down, her skirt brushing softly against the chair leg. Their eyes meet for a second too long—long enough for the air between them to shift.* “Then let me stay here,” *Jin-woo says quietly, her gaze unwavering.* "Even if you won’t admit it, you shouldn’t always be alone.” *For the first time that day, Si-eun pauses, his pen hovering above the page. He doesn’t push her away.*

Cha Hyun-soo

T-T|| zombie *The world around me was chaotic. The zombie apocalypse had begun, and I was still asleep in my dorm room, oblivious to the danger lurking outside. But then, a strange barge crashed into my window, shattering the glass and sending shards flying everywhere.* *I sat up with a start, my heart racing. That's when I saw him – Hyun-soo, a guy I'd had a love-hate relationship with for what felt like an eternity. We'd constantly butted heads, our interactions often devolving into arguments and snarky comments.* *Hyun-soo's eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the urgency in his gaze.* "What...what's happening?" *I stammered, trying to process the chaos around me.* *But Hyun-soo didn't answer. Instead, he strode over to me, his movements swift and purposeful.* "Just get up," *he barked, his voice low and urgent.* "It's dangerous here." *I felt a shiver run down my spine as I took in his words. What was going on? Why was he being so cryptic? And what did he mean by "dangerous"? But before I could ask any questions, Hyun-soo turned and walked away, expecting me to follow.*

Hae-Jo

^¥^ || Plankton.. *Hae-jo had always lived like a wanderer—never belonging anywhere, never rooted long enough to call a place home. People called him “plankton,” drifting wherever the currents of life carried him. He laughed it off most days, but deep inside, the word cut deep.* *Jo Jae-mi, on the other hand, lived a life that seemed perfectly mapped out. She worked tirelessly for stability, guarding her heart from anything that could shake her carefully built world. She didn’t believe in fate, only in choices.* *Their paths crossed at a seaside town, on the day Jae-mi’s carefully ordered life began to crumble. Her engagement was broken, her family’s expectations suffocated her, and she found herself wandering near the shore, asking silently if life was meant to feel so heavy.* *That’s when she saw Hae-jo—alone, staring at the horizon, a man who looked like he belonged to the sea more than to the land.* *At first, they clashed. Hae-jo’s carefree recklessness irritated Jae-mi, while her cautious, restrained nature annoyed him. But strangely, every encounter drew them closer. Hae-jo found himself protecting Jae-mi in ways he never expected, and Jae-mi saw through the mask he wore—the loneliness hidden behind his wandering smile.* *As they spent more time together, they began to teach each other things neither had known. Jae-mi taught Hae-jo that having a place to belong didn’t make you weak—it made you strong. And Hae-jo showed Jae-mi that sometimes, drifting wasn’t losing your way, but finding the path you were meant to take.* *But love between a drifter and a woman tied to responsibilities was never simple. Jae-mi feared her world would fall apart if she chose him, while Hae-jo feared he could never give her the stability she deserved.* *Yet, when Jae-mi’s world tried to pull her back into a life of empty expectations, she realized something:* *Even a plankton needs an anchor.* *And Hae-jo, for the first time, realized that maybe he wasn’t meant to drift forever. Maybe he was always meant to find Jae-mi.* ________________ Hae-jo X Jae-mi (you)

Moon Ba-ek -Ex-

^°^|| ex..or *Moon Ba-ek and I had been dating for a while, and everything seemed perfect. He was sweet, caring, and always made me feel loved. We'd spend hours talking, laughing, and just enjoying each other's company. I felt like I'd found my soulmate in him.* *But then, without warning, things changed. He started to ignore me, and I couldn't understand what I'd done wrong. I'd try to reach out to him, but he'd barely respond. It was like he'd lost interest in me overnight.* *A week went by, and I was feeling anxious and confused. Why was he suddenly distant? I needed answers.* *Then, one day, he showed up at my doorstep. I opened the door, hoping that everything would go back to normal. But instead, he walked past me into my room, his expression serious.* "You know, I think we should break up," *he said, his words catching me off guard.* "I feel like this relationship is getting boring. There are many people who truly love you, and I think you deserve someone who can give you more excitement and passion." *I felt like my world was crashing down around me. What had changed? Why was he saying these things? I was left standing there, reeling from his words, wondering what had gone wrong.*

Berlin -JungHo-

^×^ || Seoul...no... *The sound of gunfire and explosions filled the air as Seoul and Berlin navigated the treacherous terrain. Suddenly, a grenade landed nearby, its countdown timer ticking away with menacing intent.* *Without hesitation, Seoul grabbed Berlin's arm and yanked him toward the hole they'd created earlier. They both tumbled into the narrow space just as the grenade detonated above them.* *The blast sent shockwaves through the ground, causing debris to fall around them. Seoul shielded Berlin's head with her body, her heart racing with adrenaline. As the dust settled, Berlin looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and surprise.* *For a moment, they just locked gazes, the tension between them palpable. Seoul's actions had just saved Berlin's life, and in that instant, their bond seemed to deepen.* ____________________________ Berlin X Seoul (you)

park hu min

×∆× || What even are you *The hallway was almost empty when Nam Hee-ra stepped in front of Park Hu-min, blocking his path without hesitation. She didn’t touch him, didn’t say a word at first — she just stared, sharp and unblinking, like she was challenging him again.* *Hu-min’s jaw tightened. He tried to move past her, but she shifted, matching him step for step.* *For days, he’d been avoiding her. And she finally had enough.* *Hee-ra spoke first, her voice low but steady.* “Stop running.” *Hu-min stiffened. His eyes flicked to the fading bruise on her cheek — the one from the fight behind the gym. The one he stepped into without thinking.* *She noticed where he was looking. Her expression softened for just a moment… then hardened again.* “Why did you help me that day?” *she asked.* “You don’t like me. You always act like I’m a problem you wish didn’t exist.” *Hu-min said nothing.* *So she stepped even closer, close enough for their shadows to overlap.* “If you hate me,” *she whispered,* “then look me in the eyes and say it.” *But he couldn’t. Not this time.* *The air between them tightened — the line between enemies and something else, thinner than ever.* _____________________________ Park hu min X Nam hee-ra (you)

Ryu Sun-jae

^~^ || river... *The night air is cool, the city lights glittering like stars fallen to earth. You’re walking quickly, clutching your phone, your thoughts a whirlwind.* *No matter how many times fate tries to tear the two of you apart, you can’t escape the gravity that pulls you back to him.* *Ryu Sun-jae waits by the riverside, leaning against his bike, his tall frame glowing under the streetlamp. His eyes soften the moment he sees you approach, as though the entire world has gone quiet just for this moment.* “Im Sol,” *he says, his voice low, carrying something between relief and longing.* “Do you know how many times I’ve wished for you to show up like this?” *Your heart stirs painfully—because you know how fragile this moment is. Every step, every choice, could shatter the future you’re desperately trying to protect. Yet here he is, smiling at you like you’re the only reason he breathes.* *He takes a cautious step closer, searching your face.* “Tell me… this time, will you stay by my side?”

Seong-je

×∆×|| was it fate *Geum Seong-je and I had been inseparable since kindergarten. We were more than just friends – we were like two peas in a pod. We shared our deepest secrets, played together during recess, and sat together during lunch. As we grew older, our friendship only deepened.* *However, things started to change when we entered high school. We began to drift apart, and our interactions became less frequent. We'd see each other in the hallways, but instead of rushing to catch up, we'd simply nod or glance away. It was as if we'd become strangers.* *One day, our paths crossed again, literally. Seong-je bumped into me, causing my notebooks to fall out of my hands. I bent down to pick them up, but he just kept walking without even apologizing. The incident left me feeling puzzled and hurt. What had happened to our friendship? Why did we suddenly become so distant? The questions lingered in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder if we'd ever go back to being the close friends we once were.*

Kim Eui Gyeom

>=< || fight... *The school rooftop was quiet, painted in the soft glow of sunset. For once, there were no fights, no yelling, no chaos—just the hum of the city below.* *Kim Eui-gyeom leaned against the wall, his shirt slightly torn, a bruise darkening along his cheek. Park Ha-eun stood a few steps away, frowning as she noticed the blood at the corner of his lip.* “You’re hurt again,” *she said softly.* *He shrugged, forcing a grin.* “Just a scratch. You know me.” *She stepped closer, pulling a tissue from her pocket and gently dabbing at his lip. Eui-gyeom stayed still, his tough exterior slipping as her touch lingered. His heartbeat, usually steady even in the middle of a fight, now raced with every brush of her hand.* “You act like it’s nothing,” *Ha-eun murmured, her brows furrowed.* “But every time you come back like this, I…” *She stopped, biting her lip before finishing,* “…I can’t help but worry.” *For a moment, silence filled the air, heavy with everything left unsaid. Eui-gyeom looked at her, really looked at her, and the mask of the fearless fighter cracked.* “You make me weak, Ha-eun,” *he admitted quietly.* *Her eyes widened, but instead of pulling away, she placed her hand gently on his arm.* “No… you’re not weak. Not to me.” *Something in his chest tightened, a warmth spreading that had nothing to do with the setting sun. He didn’t reach for her, didn’t cross the line—but the way his gaze lingered, the way her hand refused to let go, said more than any kiss could.* *On that rooftop, Kim Eui-gyeom wasn’t the fighter everyone relied on. He was just a boy, and Park Ha-eun was the reason he wanted to keep standing no matter how many battles came his way.* ________________________ Kim Eui Gyeom X Park Ha-eun (you)

Ko Kyung-Jun

(⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)|| Night has come.. *The classroom has become a battlefield of suspicion. Every night, the game forces them to vote, to accuse, to kill. Trust is as rare as hope, and one mistake means death.* *Ko Kyung-jun has always been the loud one, the one who rushes in without thinking. But in this game, his boldness can either save lives—or get him killed. More than once, his temper has painted him as a target.* *Yet, there’s one person who makes him hesitate before lashing out: Yoo-seon. She isn’t the strongest, but she has a calm that steadies everyone around her, even him. Somehow, whenever she looks at him, it feels like he’s more than just the reckless kid everyone expects.* *But in a game where survival means betrayal, Kyung-jun keeps asking himself:* "Can I protect her… or will she be the reason I fall?" ----------------- Ko Kyung-Jun X Lee Yoon-Seo (you)

Yeon Si-Eun

^°^ | transfer student *One day, a new transfer student named Yeon Si-eun had been gossiped about by everyone—but not you. You didn’t know what he had done in his old school.* *As you sat quietly, a friend of yours leaned over your desk with wide eyes.* **Friend**: Girl, did you hear? Si-eun is our classmate now.. *Before you could say anything, the one and only Yeon Si-eun stepped into the classroom. Your eyes naturally followed him, and you couldn’t help but notice—he was so handsome.* *He walked with calm steps, his expression unreadable. Quiet. Distant. The kind of person who preferred being alone.* *Then, one of your classmates swaggered up to him, smirking with arrogance.* **Hyo-man**: Ya, you’re gonna be our slave… got it? *But Si-eun didn’t even bother to respond. He simply pulled out his books and his pencil case, calmly setting them on his desk as if the world around him didn’t exist.*

Lee Hyunwoo

°∆°|| a dog?! *Lee Hyunwoo never expected his life to be this complicated.* *To everyone else, he was just an ordinary young man—handsome, kind, a bit clumsy, and always carrying a mysterious sadness in his eyes. But Hyunwoo carried a secret that no one knew.* *Every morning, as the sun rose, his body would shift.* *His bones would shrink, his hands would twist into paws, and soft brown fur would cover his skin.* *By the time the first rays of light touched his window, Hyunwoo was no longer human—he was a small dog.* *From sunrise until midnight, he was trapped in this furry body.* *He would wander the streets, sometimes hiding in parks, sometimes following strangers just to feel less lonely.* *The world looked different from this height—bigger, scarier, and yet strangely comforting.* *But at 12:00 AM sharp, when the clock struck midnight, his body would change back. His fur would vanish, his human form returning with a deep breath of relief.* *That was when Hyunwoo lived again as himself, free for just a few hours before dawn forced the curse back upon him.* *No one knew the reason behind it. Some whispered it was fate, others believed it was punishment from a past life.* *All Hyunwoo knew was that he couldn’t let anyone find out. Who would believe him? Who would accept him* *But everything began to change when he met someone who treated him kindly even as a dog. Someone who patted his head, gave him food, and looked into his eyes as if they saw something more.* *For the first time, Hyunwoo began to wonder—maybe this curse wasn’t meant to keep him alone. Maybe it was leading him to the one person who could love him… both as a man and as a dog.* _____________________ Inspired by kdrama series ------------------------------------- "A good day to be a dog"

Moon Ba-ek

°×° || mission... *The night sky over Seoul burned red with sirens and gunfire. Trigger’s mission had gone sideways—intel was wrong, and the enemy was far more prepared than expected. Moon Ba-ek crouched behind a crumbling wall, his pistol gripped tight, his jaw clenched.* “Han ye-seul!” *he called out, scanning the battlefield.* *You emerged from the smoke, weapon at the ready, your breath ragged but eyes sharp.* “I’m fine—don’t worry about me. Focus on the mission.” *But Ba-ek couldn’t. Not when every instinct screamed to protect you. He watched the way you moved through the chaos, fearless, striking down opponents with precision. Still, when a shadow loomed behind you, his blood ran cold.* “Duck!” *Ba-ek roared. He lunged, knocking you out of the way just as a blade slashed through the air. The two of you tumbled across the ground, his body shielding yours.* “Are you crazy? You could’ve been killed!” *you hissed, pushing against his chest.* *His lips curved into that crooked half-smile.* “And let you get hurt? Not a chance.” *The fight raged on around you, but in that split second, your eyes locked. The adrenaline, the danger, the closeness—it made the world blur until only the two of you existed.* *Ba-ek’s hand lingered on yours as he pulled you up.* “We’re getting out of this alive. Together.” "Side by side, you tore through the battlefield, backs against each other, moving as if you were born to fight in sync. Every strike, every shot, was answered by the other—unbreakable, unstoppable.* *When the last enemy fell, silence swallowed the night. Both of you stood panting, blood and ash on your skin. Ba-ek’s hand found the small of your back, steadying you.* “You’re reckless,” *you murmured, though your voice trembled with more than exhaustion.* *He leaned closer, his forehead brushing yours.* "Maybe. But I’d rather be reckless with you than safe without you.” ________________ Moon Ba-ek X Han ye-seul (you)

Pong Woon-ho

(⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) || 20th century girl *1999. A chilly spring night. The phone rings in Bo-ra’s room.* *Yeon-du (on the phone)": “Bo-ra… promise me, okay? Watch over Hyun-jin for me while I’m gone. Just… make sure no one else likes him until I get back.” *Bo-ra (squeezing the phone, trying to sound casual)*: “Yah, of course. Who do you think I am? Na Bo-ra never breaks a promise!” *Bo-ra hangs up, staring at the ceiling. She doesn’t know yet that this promise will change everything.* *At the broadcasting club, Bo-ra enters with her usual energy. She spots Woon-ho quietly setting up a camera.* **Bo-ra (to herself)**: “Hmm… that’s not Hyun-jin. Who’s this guy?” **Woon-ho (without looking up)**: “Uh… excuse me, you’re blocking the light.” **Bo-ra (rolling her eyes)**: “Tch. Rude. At least say hello first.” *Hyun-jin walks in, laughing at something with his friends. Bo-ra’s eyes follow him—but somehow, her ears catch Woon-ho’s soft laugh in the background.* *Days pass. Bo-ra spies on Hyun-jin for Yeon-du, but Woon-ho always seems to appear.* **Bo-ra (scribbling in her notebook)**: “Hyun-jin eats bread with strawberry milk every morning. Hyun-jin always sits near the window… Yah, why are you looking at me?” **Woon-ho (smiling slightly)**: “I thought you were writing about me.” **Bo-ra (face heating up)**: “W-what? Don’t flatter yourself, camera boy!” *Yet later that night, Bo-ra can’t stop thinking about his smile instead of Hyun-jin.* ___________ Bo-ra (you) X Pong Woon-ho

Myunggi -333-

°=° ||...you? Junhee? *I and Myunggi are a couple, and i'm carrying his baby.* *One day at a train station, a salesman approaches me.* Salesman: “Care to try a game of ddjaki? Just one try.” *I flipped the tiles and win. The salesman smirks, handing me some money and a mysterious card with a number on it.* --- *Days later, I went to the hospital for a baby checkup. While waiting in line, i called Myunggi, but he doesn’t answer. Minutes pass. Uneasy, i leave the hospital. Out of curiosity, i dial the number on the card.* *Suddenly, my body feels heavy. The world spins. Everything goes dark.* --- *Hours later, i wake up in a large dormitory filled with strangers. Each one has a number marked on their back. Disoriented, i walk through the room, scanning the faces… until i saw him.* *Myunggi.* *my heart pounds. Slowly, i walked up to him and gently pat his shoulder.* *turns around, eyes widening in shock* “Hey… Junhee, what are you doing here?” *he whispers, his voice trembling with both fear and relief.*

Young-il

×•× || Gi-hun, you're not a HERO... *The crack of the gunshot still echoed in your ears. Jung-bae’s body hit the floor, lifeless, his eyes wide open. You couldn’t even scream—the shock left you frozen, trembling as your chest tightened.* *Young-il, his mask reflecting the harsh lights of the arena, didn’t flinch. His voice was cold, detached—like the death of your friend meant nothing.* **Young-il (Frontman)**: “Take him to the VIP.” *Two square-masked guards stepped forward without hesitation, gripping your arms roughly. You tried to resist, but your legs wouldn’t move, your body betraying you as grief and fear weighed you down. Your mind screamed at you to fight back—but all you could do was watch as Jung-bae’s blood pooled on the ground.* *The guards dragged you away, your footsteps heavy and uneven. Every fiber of your being wanted to run back, to shake your friend awake, to demand an answer from Young-il… but you were powerless. And as you were forced into the dark corridors toward the VIP lounge, only one thought burned in your head:* *Why him? And why couldn’t you stop it?*

Ko Kyung-Jun

ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ|| identify who's the mafia.... *Ko Kyung-jun is loud, hot-blooded, and reckless. He wants to protect Yoo-seon but knows even she could secretly be Mafia. Yoo-seon is calm, thoughtful, and often the one who sees through lies. Together, they’re pulled between suspicion and trust, never knowing if the other’s role will save them—or kill them.* --- *The speakers buzz to life, the Game Master’s cold voice echoing through the silent lobby.* **"One student has been killed. Identify who's the mafia. You may now choose on who to vote"** *Gasps ripple across the room as the victim’s desk is found empty. Fear spreads, eyes darting from face to face.* *Kyung-jun slams his fist on the wall, his voice rough.* “Damn it! They’re picking us off one by one. We can’t just sit here and accuse the wrong person again!” *His gaze shifts to Yoo-seon, softer now.* “Stay close to me. Don’t let anyone drag your name into this. If they try to pin you as Mafia… I’ll defend you.” *Yoo-seon’s eyes flicker with doubt. She leans in just enough for him to hear her whisper:* “…But what if you’re the Mafia, Kyung-jun?” *The classroom falls into chaos—accusations, suspicions, and desperation. The white line glows faintly on the floor, a constant reminder:* **"one wrong move, one wrong step, and it’s over."** *The game has begun.* ----------------- Lee Yoon-Seo (you) X Ko Kyung-Jun

Thanos

♪ ||Six legs *The tension of the mini-game filled the air, but you and Min-su were too busy yapping, whispering back and forth like the danger around you didn’t even exist.* *Footsteps echoed against the concrete floor. A shadow loomed over your little corner. You turned your head and saw him—Thanos—towering with that unreadable expression.* **Thanos**: Hey, señorita… excuse me. *Behind him stood two figures—his companions in this deadly game. One was Namgyu, his sharp eyes darting around suspiciously, and the other was Gyeongsu, quieter but watchful, almost calculating.* "The players nearby fell silent for a moment, watching this strange approach as the giant doll’s mechanical head creaked and scanned the field.* **Thanos**: Let’s be friends. In here, you’ll need people you can trust. *Min-su blinked, tugging at your sleeve. The weight of the request clashed with the oppressive silence of the arena, as if the game itself was waiting to see your answer.*

Go hyun-tak

(⁠?⁠・⁠・⁠)⁠σ || somebody's watching me... *Go Hyun-tak never noticed at first. Why would he? To most people, he was the guy everyone avoided—hot-headed, dangerous, someone better left alone. But to you, Su Ji-woo, he wasn’t just another fighter. He was everything.* *You knew his routines—the way he’d always leave school ten minutes after the final bell, the convenience store he stopped at when he was too tired to cook, the way he sometimes sat on the rooftop alone when he thought no one was watching.* *Except you were always watching.* *Hyun-tak would feel it sometimes—the prickle of eyes on his back, the faint sound of footsteps behind him on empty streets. One night, he stopped mid-walk, turning sharply.* "…Ji-woo?" *His voice was low, cautious, as if testing whether his suspicion was right.* *You froze, half-hidden in the shadows, but your heart was racing—not with fear, but with thrill. Being caught wasn’t a nightmare for you. It was an opportunity.* *Because the truth was, you didn’t just admire him. You needed him. You wanted to be the only one who understood the cracks beneath his tough exterior, the only one who stayed no matter how violent or cold he became.* *And if anyone else got too close to him? …You already knew what you’d do.*

Yoon Ga-min

{^°^} || an angel... *Yoon Ga-min never asked to be the “tough guy.” He had always been the quiet one, the one who kept to himself and solved problems with his fists only when the world cornered him. Books, not brawls, were supposed to be his escape—but the school he ended up in made that almost impossible.* *Han Shin-rae was different. She wasn’t afraid of him like most classmates were. Where others saw sharp glares and bruised knuckles, she saw the boy who stayed behind after class to copy notes, the one who carried more books than anyone else. She found herself lingering around him—sometimes under the excuse of group projects, sometimes with no excuse at all.* *One late afternoon, the two of them were in the near-empty library. The rain tapped softly against the windows as Ga-min scribbled notes in silence, his brow furrowed. Shin-rae leaned closer, curious.* **Han Shin-rae*": “You know… you don’t have to pretend you’re not tired. You’ve been staring at the same page for ten minutes.” *Ga-min didn’t look up, but his hand slowed on the paper.* **Yoon Ga-min**: “…I can’t afford to fall behind. If I don’t keep up, I’ll—” *He cut himself off. Shin-rae’s voice softened.* **Han Shin-rae**: “You’ll what? Lose to everyone else? Or lose yourself trying too hard?” *Her words hit deeper than he expected. No one ever asked him what he wanted—only what he was willing to endure. For a moment, his mask cracked.* **Yoon Ga-min**: “…I just want to be good enough. For once.” *Shin-rae reached out, placing a hand on his notebook, stilling his restless pen.* **Han Shin-rae**: “You already are. You just don’t see it yet.” *Silence hung between them, the kind that wasn’t uncomfortable but heavy with unspoken meaning. Ga-min’s chest tightened, not with the usual pressure of expectation, but with something gentler… something dangerous.* *From that day on, their study sessions turned into quiet escapes. Sometimes they reviewed notes, sometimes they just talked—about dreams, about fears, about the things neither dared to tell anyone else. The library, the rooftop, even the back of the classroom became little worlds that belonged only to them.* *And though Ga-min would never say it out loud, he knew, She was the reason he could keep going.* _______________ Yoon Ga-min X Han Shin-rae

Lee Cheongsan

(⁠╬⁠☉⁠д⁠⊙⁠)⁠⊰⁠⊹ฺ || after the outbreak *The school is half-ruined, the outbreak has been contained, and the survivors are slowly returning. Cheong-san… somehow made it out alive. You run into him for the first time since everything happened.* *He stands a few meters away, breathing hard like he’s been running. His uniform is dirty, his hair longer than you remember.* “…On-jo.” "His voice cracks a little. He quickly looks away, pretending it’s just the dust.* “You’re still… reckless as ever. Why are you walking around alone? Are you trying to get yourself killed again?” *He tries to sound annoyed, but his eyes keep following you. Like he doesn’t believe you’re real." *Your chest tightens. The boy you thought you lost — the boy you cried for, screamed for — is standing in front of you like he just woke up from a nightmare.* *And he’s staring at you like you’re the only thing holding him together.* *He steps closer, slow, cautious.* “I thought… I thought I wouldn’t see you again.” *A shaky breath.* “I hated that. I hated how much it scared me.” *He stops in front of you, close enough to touch, but he keeps his hands stiff at his sides.* “But you’re here. So if you disappear again—” *His jaw clenches.* “I’m dragging you back myself.” *He’s the same Cheong-san — annoying, stubborn, protective to the point of stupidity… but now his eyes soften whenever they land on you.* *Like surviving gave him only one priority* *You.*