I Might Need To Have A Word With Southgate If He Doesn’t Start Trent In The Final

l5byrinth

1 month ago

Coma : an Ahn Suho x f!reader drabble

Summary/Author's Note: You are right there when Suho opens his eyes. (The one where Suho woke up because I said so.)

The hospital room was filled with dusk and quiet, the only noise the sounds of your breathing and the gentle steady beeping of Suho's life support machine. Moonlight peered through the gap in the drawn curtains, trying to find Suho where he lay still on the white bed, always unmoving, where before he had never stopped.

You couldn't bear to pull them closed all the way, didn't want to close the room into complete darkness in case he woke up and couldn't see. Just in case he was afraid.

Suho was never afraid of anything. Before he had gone to find Beomseok, he had kissed you carefully, squeezed your hand and promised he'd be right back, confidence lining his shoulders and grinning back at you from behind his eyes.

And then he wound up here, barely alive, barely breathing. You didn't realise before now that you could be choked by your own heart.

Sieun came and went, always silent, always a gentle hand on your shoulder and nothing else. Yeongi pleaded for forgiveness for something that wasn't even her fault and Beomseok stayed away. If he hadn't, you would have taken his eyes.

You reached down to shuffle your chair closer to the bed and carefully slipped your hand into Suho's, clearing your throat to keep from crying. You always stifled tears when his grandma was with him, and it had become habit. You silently begged him to open his beautiful big eyes and look at you again, the way you used to beg him not to stare at you because it made you blush.

But he liked making you blush too much to stop his staring.

You didn't realise you were crying anyway, despite your efforts, until the hand you were holding slowly lifted to clumsily swipe at the tears, cleaning your face.

"Jagi..."

Your head snapped up and your fingers closed reflexively tighter around Suho's hand as you stared, stunned, at his slowly opening eyes. Your bottom lip began quivering and he gently shook his hand free of yours to press it to your jaw and drag his thumb over the tremble.

"Yah" he said softly, his voice hoarse from underuse. "I'm here."

Fresh tears spilled over your lashes, rendering them wet and spiky. Suho smiled, his dark eyes warming.

"Ah" he murmured. "You missed me, huh?"

Tagging: @writingmysanity

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l5byrinth

1 year ago

i’m so sorry for not writing everyone’s requests yet 😞😞 i have been so busy with school and im in the middle of my test week rn but as soon as im done i will start writing all of your amazing requests 😚 also i am going to start writing for beta squad as soon as i finish the requests

it's enough to be young and in love ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader

word count: 341

notes: not proof read 🤓 just a quick short blurb about trent at 1:30am before my eyes completely shut

It's Enough To Be Young And In Love ౨ৎ Trent Alexander-arnold

trent doesn't say a word as he listens to you hum along to 'love' by lana del rey while you get ready. he's sat on the far side of your shared bed, scrolling on his phone, occasionally looking up to see how you're fairing.

"do you think we'd have been together when we were young?"

while he doesn't think he's a youngster on the pitch anymore, he definitely feels boyish by your side. his eyes watching carefully as you lift the hem of your shirt over your head, discarding it in favour of his hoodie. he feels like he's a teenage boy again when she sees you begin to take your pants off, immediately averting his eyes in case he flushes a rosy colour watching you undress.

"trent?" you ask, his eyes darting back to you, this time with pants on again.

he can feel the corners of his mouth rising, his toothy grin in full display. he climbs across the bed towards you, sitting upright on the side of the bed near you before he wraps his arms around the middle of your thighs. pulling you close as he presses a kiss against your clothed midsection before he rests his head against it as he hums out:

"aren't we young and in love now?"

the heat from his arms radiating throughout your entire body from your thighs, making you look down to see the top of his head. although this is not necessarily the typical view that you have of trent, you are delighted all the same. reaching your hand up to play with his hair before your fingers delicately find their way underneath his chin, tapping lightly. you're sure that there are millions of other people out there that are young and in love, but you're not sure anyone has or will ever feel the way you feel about trent.

you don't say anything as you lower yourself just enough to pepper kisses on his ears, making him squirm as he tries to avoid being tickled by your kisses.

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l5byrinth

3 months ago

Unspoken

Pairing: Thanos (Choi Su-Bong) x Reader

Summary: Su-Bong's back like nothing happened, is he here to stay?

Warnings: Brief mentions of drug use

Word Count: 2,121

Comments: Hey all! Just a quick question for anyone that reads this bit, in future parts would anyone care if I potentially changed Thanos/Su-Bong's hair colour? 👀

<- Part 5

The morning after your nightmare you’d woken to the faint rustle of movement in the next room. You moved quietly across your bedroom and peered around the doorway. Su-Bong was still there.

You watched him sitting on the edge of your couch, rolling a cigarette. The paper crinkled between his fingers as a few bits of loose tobacco fell out onto his jeans. His head was tilted down, keeping all his attention on the task at hand.

You had expected him to be gone, you didn’t dare move in case this was some illusion your brain had conjured to comfort you. You simply stood in the doorway, eyes wide as you watched him.

Sensing your presence he asked, ‘sleep better?’ He didn’t take his attention away from the cigarette in his hands.

You shifted slightly, wondering how long he’d known you were stood there. ‘Urm, yeah,’ you replied, voice still laced with sleep. ‘Thank you for staying.’

He shrugged, finishing the roll up and sliding it behind his ear. ‘It’s nothing.’

But it wasn’t ‘nothing’.

The air between you was thick. Somewhere between tension and something softer. Like the aftermath of a storm that hadn’t fully passed. He still hadn’t looked at you, now opting to watch his own fingers tap absently against his knee.

You glanced at the clock on your wall and sighed. ‘I’ve got work soon, I should get ready.’

‘Kay,’ he said, stretching slightly before finally looking at you. ‘I’ll walk you there.’

Your eyes met for a brief moment, sending a shiver through you. His expression remained calm, but you could see he was still cautious, like he wasn’t completely sure where you two stood with each other anymore. Before you could read into it anymore, he looked away again, brushing the stray tobacco from his jeans.

You paused for a moment before turning back into your room and shutting the door behind you. As you pulled on your work clothes you felt overly aware of Su-Bong’s presence in the next room. He’d never stayed the night before, it felt strangely domestic, too normal given everything that had recently happened.

By the time you stepped out ready to go, Su-bong was already standing and pulling on his hoodie. Without a word the two of you headed for your apartment door.

The walk to your work was quiet, neither of you spoke yet his presence was impossible to ignore. Every so often your arm would brush against his, you weren’t sure if it was intentional or just the way your steps fell naturally in sync.

You stole a quick glance at him, he seemed relaxed but there was something distant about the way his eyes flickered between the pavement and the street ahead.

It felt eerily similar to the last time he had walked you home. The same silence and internal struggle in your mind about whether you should say something. Though this time you had a feeling he was going through the same thing

As you neared the cafe Su-Bong asked ‘What time you finishing?’

‘Uh, I’ll be done at 5,’ you replied.

He gave a small nod but didn’t say anything else. His footsteps slowed as you approached the door. You turned to him, and there was that feeling again, the unspoken tension that darted between you.

You watched as he pulled his hoodie up, giving you a small tilt of his chin as a goodbye before turning and walking off down the street. You caught yourself watching him go, the unease spreading across your chest.

As you pushed the door to the cafe open you were surprised to find your boss already stood watching you walk in. She gave you that same knowing look as she crossed her arms.

‘He’s walking you to work now as well?’ A teasing edge in her voice that you couldn’t help but smile at.

‘It’s nothing,’ you said as you pulled off your coat. ‘He stayed on the couch last night.’

‘Mmhmm,’ she hummed.

You busied yourself tying your apron, trying to ignore the way your heart still felt unsteady from the morning.

‘Well whatever's going on there, I’m sure you two will figure it out soon.’ Your boss said before she turned and went back to the counter.

You hoped she was right, but more than anything you hoped that Su-Bong wasn’t going to just disappear from your life again.

Yet another one of your shifts was spent wondering about Su-Bong, it was becoming a habit now.

Take an order, check your phone, serve some cake, check the clock, steam some milk, check outside.

By the time your shift neared its end, rain had begun to fall outside. You watched it streak down the windows, washing away the last of your hope. He wasn’t gonna show up in this weather.

Accepting that, you slipped into the back to grab your things. As you slung your bag over your shoulder you heard your boss’s voice from the front of the cafe.

‘Oh for goodness sake, you’ll be soaked through, come inside before you catch a cold.’ You smiled, it was no surprise hearing her fussing over someone like that, what did surprise you was what she said next.

‘You can just wait for her in here.’

Your breath caught. He was here, he hadn’t disappeared again. You quickly moved back into the cafe. And there he was. Su-Bong was stood near the entrance, his hair sticking down from the rain.

You had to stifle a laugh at the sight of him standing stiffly, not knowing what to do with himself as your boss fussed over him, brushing droplets from his shoulders. She turned and reached for one of the umbrellas she kept by the door and thrust it towards him.

You lingered for a moment, watching the amusing scene unfold - him standing in a place that didn’t quite suit him being doted on like a stray someone had taken pity on.

Like he knew you were watching him, he looked up. Your eyes met, and you felt that same shiver from the morning. You didn’t have time to dwell on it as your boss was ushering you forward.

‘Here,’ she gestured to the umbrella as you approached. ‘You two can share so you don’t get wet.’

You smiled and thanked her before turning back to Su-Bong. He was scratching the back of his head, still looking vaguely uncomfortable.

‘You ready to go?’ He asked.

‘Yeah,’ you stepped forward as he began to push the door open.

He headed out before you, opening the umbrella so you could step out under it too.

The rain drummed against the umbrella, as the two of you began walking. You tried to not let your thoughts dwell on how close you were, how you could feel his warmth or how you could smell the faint scent of smoke that clung to his jacket.

‘She like your mum or something?’ Su-Bong asked, nodding back toward the cafe.

You couldn’t help but laugh, ‘no she’s not my mum, she’s just like that with everyone.’

Su-Bong laughed too. ‘Could’ve fooled me, if we stayed any longer she’d be giving me a packed lunch and getting me to tuck my shirt in.’

You grinned, this was easy, this is how you two were supposed to be. The lighthearted conversation drifted between you, an easy back and forth that came naturally to the two of you. You talked about your day, a weird customer who insisted on paying in loose change, and about how your boss has been trying to convince you to take up knitting.

Su-Bong hummed in amusement. ‘She’s probably already knitting me a scarf.’

As your apartment building came into sight the conversation tapered off. The air between you was completely different from that morning, the tension was gone leaving you with the familiar comfort he usually brought.

‘You wanna get takeout señorita?’ And there it was. That nickname again, the one you hadn’t heard in nearly a week at this point. The one that had you forgetting everything that happened.

A grin tugged at your lips as you pushed open the door. ‘Yeah I’d like that, but you’re paying.’

Things between you and Su-Bong settled into a new normal. There was still that unspoken cloud hanging over you both, but neither of you acknowledged it. Opting to choose the easy route.

He never said anything about the four days of silence, never explained why he chose to answer you in the middle of the night and you never asked. But in his own way, it seemed like he was trying to make up for it.

You’d catch him clearing the dishes after dinner, or replacing the flickering bulb in your lamp without a word. If you dropped something, he was bending down to get it before it even hit the floor. He even attempted to fix your wobbley coffee table, he did a pretty good job even if he managed to leave it with a slight lean.

He never made a big deal out of any of it, never tried to get a thanks out of you. But you understood, this was his way of apologising. And, for now, that was enough.

Although every time he did something it became harder and harder to ignore the growing warmth in your chest. It was the way he did them, casually, like it was the simplest thing in the world. It was getting harder to pretend your feelings weren’t shifting, harder to ignore the way you found yourself looking at him when he wasn’t paying attention, harder to push down the thought that maybe he felt it too.

But then you’d remember that night.

The dazed, half lidded way he’d looked at you. How you’d wanted to give in to him, to let him pull you close. You kept telling yourself he hadn’t meant it, that it was just the high talking. Yet, you couldn’t quite shake the hope that it had come from somewhere real.

So you never said anything, letting that warmth settle in your chest without giving it a name. Because if you asked, if you pushed, he might disappear again. And you weren’t ready for that.

One evening whilst he was sprawled out across your couch as you watched TV, he said something that made your heart lift.

‘I’ve written some new songs recently,’ he said offhandedly like he expected you to brush past it.

You perked up at his words, he never spoke about his music career. For a split second all you could do was look at him. You’d heard what people had said in the games about him. How his career had started to slip, how he was forgetting the lyrics to his own songs. You’d never mentioned it, not sure if it was something he’d want to go back to.

‘Wait, really?’ You managed to say as you shifted towards him.

He kept his eyes on the TV but nodded. ‘Yeah, got a gig in a couple of days. Nothing big though.’

Your chest tightened, because you knew it was a big deal even if he was acting like it wasn’t, he was trying again. ‘Su-Bong, that's amazing!’

He shrugged but you caught the smile tugging at his lips. ‘It’s just a little set, nothing like what I used to do, need something to get me started again you know?’

‘I’m sure the world is ready to hear some new Thanos material,’ you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

Su-Bong didn’t laugh, his expression shifted subtly, but still enough for you to notice. He exhaled slowly before his eyes flickered to you.

‘I’m not using that name anymore,’ he said simply.

That caught you off guard, he was letting go of something so big, something that had defined him, and he was saying it like it was something so simple. ‘Seriously?’

‘Doesn’t feel right anymore,’ he gave a small shrug.

You nodded slowly, it made sense. Maybe this was his way of starting over properly, like he was getting rid of a piece that no longer fit. You could tell there was something else he wanted to say so you remained quiet, giving him the time to think it through.

‘Anyways, if you’re not busy you could come if you want?’ He cleared his throat, was he nervous? ‘It’s probably not your kinda scene but y’know, if you’re not busy you could.’

The way he danced through the words made your chest ache, he was really trying to act like this whole thing wasn’t important. But you could read between the lines - he wanted you there. And there was no way in hell you were gonna say no.

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l5byrinth

2 weeks ago

Saw your requests were open and thought about a childhood friends to lovers with Yeon Sieun x reader? Slightly suggestive if ya want some spice, but it’s not necessary :D I’ll most likely come back and request for more weak hero content

Could I be 🐍 anon?

Thank you!

A/N: this has been sitting in the requests for a hot minute, so I'm happy to finally get it out.

Title: Assumptions

Pairings: Si-eun x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sexual content, slightly suggestive.

enjoy!

Saw Your Requests Were Open And Thought About A Childhood Friends To Lovers With Yeon Sieun X Reader?

it all started when you were both two. He had just moved into the neighborhood, and you were an outgoing curious little girl. You had made your way over into their driveway somehow, where little si-eun stood, playing with some action figure. You had excitedly ran up, introducing yourself. He didn't say anything, but you kept trying and asked what he was playing with. He stared at you with a blank expression before handing the action figure to you. "Optimus prime. Keep it." You celebrated and excitedly hugged him before your parents had come out of their door, calling your name to come back inside.

"Thank you um—"

"—Si-eun"

"Thank you si-eun!" you exclaimed, planting a small kiss on his cheek before running back to your parents, who asked where you got the toy from. You cheerfully explained, si-eun was listening to the whole thing.

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Growing up side by side in the same quiet neighborhood, you and Si-eun shared a bond that ran deeper than most childhood friendships. You both built forts out of cardboard boxes, raced bikes down the hill, and traded secrets under the old elm tree at the park. From the time he had moved into the neighborhood, you were inseparable—not out of romance, but simply because of the understanding you guys shared with each other in a way few others did. Si-eun was always a quiet kid, and you never pushed him to speak. Even with little words, you could read him like you wrote the book yourself, he was basically you as a boy. But of course being a boy and a girl who spent nearly every waking hour together made you the target of constant teasing.

Every other kid in the neighborhood seemed convinced you were boyfriend and girlfriend. No matter how many times you and Si-eun made gagging noises or scowled at the suggestion, the rumors never stopped. Even classmates at school chimed in, whispering and giggling whenever you two sat next to each other in class or showed up to events as a pair. It was irritating, and to the both of you, absolutely ridiculous. After all, you saw each other more like siblings than anything romantic.

What was worse were the jokes from your parents, who found endless amusement in imagining a future where the two childhood best friends would “realize their love” and live happily ever after. “Just wait,” Si-eun’s mother would say with a wink, “You’ll end up marrying each other someday.” Your mom would nod and add, “It’s always the childhood friend.” Each time, you two would roll your eyes, exchange looks of mutual horror, and vow—once again—that nothing like that would ever happen. Of course, life has a funny way of turning promises like that into something far more complicated.

Elementary school was the same as early childhood. You two would protect each other from bullies, play on the playground together, sit at lunch together, and walk home together. Kids would see you guys around and point, saying "Everyone says they are boyfriend and girlfriend." and each time you heard that, you'd cover si-eun's ears as you tell them off for spreading rumors. It never bothered him, though, nothing did.

Through middle school, your bond only deepened. you stuck together like glue, shielding each other from the older kids who tried to pick on either one of you, and offering quiet solidarity when either of you had a bad day. You still sat side by side at lunch, signed up for the same electives, and rode the same bus home, where you'd part ways at the driveways with a wave or a sarcastic remark. Of course dating never crossed into your lives—not because you weren’t curious, but because every crush ended up assuming you were already off the market. "Aren’t you with him?" or “Isn’t she your girlfriend?” were questions heard so often, you eventually stopped trying. It wasn’t worth the trouble. At least, not then.

By the time high school rolled around, you found yourselves in fewer classes together, schedules pulling each other in different academic directions. You still clung to the one constant you both had—lunch. It was a sacred part of the day, that small window of time where the chaos of high school could fade away, and you could just be yourselves.

As you both entered senior year, the connection evolved into something quieter but more intense. You skipped classes like a synchronized routine, sometimes ditching school altogether to explore the city or just sit around doing nothing. The friendship became a world of its own—too familiar to question, too easy to fall into. Both of your eighteenth birthdays rolled around, celebrated with family and each other. On weekends, you each rotated between your house and his, lounging around like it was second nature. The teasing never stopped, not from the parents or the few neighborhood kids who hadn’t moved away. But somewhere between all the jokes and assumptions, things began to shift. This time, neither of you was rolling your eyes.

Si-eun had always been reserved, almost unreadable to most people—but to him, you were an open book written in a language only he could understand. He trusted you with parts of himself he wouldn’t even acknowledge aloud. you were beautiful in a way that felt unreal—quiet, grounded, and gentle, the kind of person who he could sit in silence for hours with and you would still make him feel heard. To you, he was a rare kind of boy—sharp-witted, oddly thoughtful, and never once afraid to be silent. He made the world make sense. So when your sixteenth friendship anniversary landed on a weekend where his parents happened to be out of town, and you casually invited yourself over to spend the night, it didn’t feel strange.

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"I'm so glad to finally get a turn eating all your food, my house is almost empty," you sighed as you flopped down onto his couch. The cushions sank beneath you, familiar and worn in from the years you'd spent hanging out here—watching movies, doing homework, or just sitting in comfortable silence. Si-eun cleared his throat from the kitchen, where he was rummaging through the fridge, the sound of bottles clinking and the hum of the appliance filling the space.

"You've eaten half my pantry," he called back. He returned with a couple of drinks and dropped onto the couch beside you, close enough that your knees brushed. The glow from the TV cast flickering light over the room, but neither of you were really paying attention to it. There was a charged stillness between you, the kind that had been building for weeks, maybe longer—something unspoken shifting in the way your glances lingered and how your laughter had gotten just a bit softer.

You looked over at him, your gaze meeting his, and for once, neither of you looked away. The air grew heavy. His hand rested near yours on the couch cushion, just barely brushing your fingers. "You know," you murmured, heart pounding a little faster, "this is the part where one of our parents would come in and say, 'See? Told you two you were meant for each other.'" Si-eun gave a soft, breathless laugh, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned in slowly, eyes searching yours for hesitation. When your lips finally met, it was cautious at first—tentative, testing the weight of years of friendship and all the closeness that had come before. But once that boundary broke, everything rushed in at once. The kiss deepened, hungry and heated, hands moving with urgency, mouths meeting again and again like you'd been holding back forever. The room, the years, the world—all faded beneath the pull of each other.

You sat up, throwing your leg over his lap and straddling him. His arms hesitated, finding their way to the curve of your waist. You turned your head to the side, deepening the kiss. Your arms rested on his shoulders and your hands found their way into his hair, pulling softly. He barely had time to think before he was standing up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to his bedroom through the kiss.

You pulled away, falling back onto his mattress. He climbed on top of you, face digging into your neck as he left hickeys. He found your sensitive spot, and you sigh deep into his neck, hands finding their way into his hair once more.

"Are we gonna?—" He breathed out

"—If you talk I think I'll snap back into reality. just do it."

And so he does.

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You lay there, heavy breaths and moving chests.The room was quiet now, save for the soft hum of the TV still playing in the background and the slow rhythm of your breaths. You lay beneath the blankets, the weight of what just happened settling around you like a thick, electric silence. Neither of you spoke at first—not out of discomfort, but out of awe, maybe disbelief, at how something that once seemed impossible now felt right.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” you said softly, turning your head to glance at him. Your voice wasn’t nervous or unsure—just honest.

Si-eun let out a sigh low and breathy. “Yeah.” He looked at you then, serious for a moment. “I think....part of me’s been waiting for that for a long time.”

You blinked, surprised by the confession—but not in a bad way. It was like something inside you clicked into place. Having such an intimate moment with the only boy you could trust for the past sixteen years of your life made you feel as though it was destiny you had invited yourself over tonight. “So... does this mean that everyone was right?” you asked, half-teasing, half-afraid of the answer.

He smiled, that small, rare smile he only gave you when no one else was around. “I think so.”

You nodded slowly, heart thudding in a new kind of rhythm. “If that’s true, I’m okay with it. I think I want it to be true.”

Si-eun wrapped his arm around you, pulling you a little closer. “Then let’s stop pretending it’s not."

And just like that, years of denying, joking, and brushing off the idea dissolved into something simple and certain. For once, everyone else might have actually been right.

A/N: I'm really proud of this I hope you guys like it.

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l5byrinth

2 months ago

The Arms of Survival

Warnings - General zombie stuff, (minimal) gore

It was the dead of night, and the air was thick with tension and the smell of decay. The remnants of the high school were eerily silent, save for the occasional groan of a zombie shuffling in the distance. You sat with your knees pulled up to your chest, back pressed against a cold concrete wall. The flickering light of a nearly dead flashlight barely illuminated the room, but it was enough to catch the blood-stained walls and the exhaustion etched onto everyone’s faces.

And then there was Su-hyeok.

He sat just a few feet away, his broad shoulders hunched as he cleaned off his makeshift weapon. His jaw was set, and his eyes darted to the boarded-up windows every few seconds, always alert. You’d noticed that about him—even in the midst of chaos, he never truly relaxed. He was always watching, always ready to protect the group. And, more often than not, he’d positioned himself close to you. It wasn’t something he announced or even seemed to realize, but you’d noticed. You always noticed him.

You’d met Su-hyeok on the first day of the outbreak. He’d saved you from a narrow escape in one of the science labs, grabbing your hand and pulling you away just as a zombie lunged. Since then, you’d stuck together like glue. Maybe it was because you trusted him, or maybe it was because, deep down, you felt safer with him than with anyone else.

“You should try to get some rest,” Su-hyeok said, his voice breaking through the silence. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the tension in the air seemed to soften. “I’ll keep watch.”

You shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t. Every time I close my eyes, I see them.”

He didn’t ask who you meant. He didn’t need to. Everyone had lost someone. Family, friends, classmates. The weight of it hung over all of you like a storm cloud that refused to break.

“Come here,” he said, patting the space beside him. His voice was gentle, but there was an edge of firmness that made it clear he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

You hesitated for a moment before scooting closer. The warmth of his presence was immediate, a stark contrast to the cold, desolate room. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. It was the first time he’d touched you like this, and despite the circumstances, your heart fluttered.

“You’re not alone,” he said quietly, his voice barely more than a murmur. “I’m here. As long as I’m breathing, I’ll keep you safe.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. In a world that had become so cruel and unpredictable, his promise felt like a lifeline. You didn’t realize you were crying until he tilted your chin up to look at you. His thumb brushed away a tear, and the tenderness in his gaze made your chest ache.

“I mean it,” he said, his brow furrowing slightly. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. Let me carry some of it for you.”

For the first time in days, you allowed yourself to lean into someone else. You rested your head against his shoulder, your eyes closing as the exhaustion finally caught up to you. His hand stayed on your shoulder, grounding you, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt safe enough to sleep.

The next day, the group decided to move. The zombies were getting closer, and the makeshift barricades wouldn’t hold for much longer. Su-hyeok stayed by your side as you navigated the crumbling hallways, his hand brushing yours every so often as if to reassure himself that you were still there.

It wasn’t long before disaster struck.

A group of zombies had broken through the glass windows of the classroom, and they came at you faster than you’d expected. Everyone scattered, shouting warnings and grabbing whatever they could use as weapons. Su-hyeok immediately stepped in front of you, his arm outstretched as if to shield you from the sight.

“Stay behind me!” he shouted, swinging his weapon with practiced precision. Each strike was calculated, efficient, and you couldn’t help but marvel at his ability to stay calm under pressure.

But then one of the zombies lunged from the side, and you didn’t have time to think. You grabbed a metal pipe from the ground and swung with all your might, the force of the impact sending the zombie sprawling. Your heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through your veins, but you barely had a moment to process what had happened before Su-hyeok was in front of you again.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes scanning you for injuries.

You nodded, your grip on the pipe tightening. “I’m fine. Let’s just keep moving.”

He hesitated, clearly wanting to say more, but the growing sounds of the horde left no time for discussion. Together, you pushed forward, reuniting with the rest of the group in a small, abandoned classroom. The door was barricaded quickly, and everyone slumped against the walls, catching their breath.

Su-hyeok crouched in front of you, his hands resting on your knees. “You scared me back there,” he admitted, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “Don’t do that again.”

“Do what? Save your life?” you shot back, a weak attempt at humor to mask the fear still coursing through you.

He didn’t laugh. Instead, he reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering just a moment too long. “Just stay close to me,” he said. “Please.”

That night, the group decided to take shifts keeping watch. Su-hyeok volunteered for the first shift, and you found yourself sitting beside him once again. The room was quiet, the only sounds the distant groans of the undead and the occasional creak of the building settling.

“You should be resting,” he said, his voice soft but firm.

“So should you,” you countered, earning a small smile from him.

“Fair point,” he said, leaning back against the wall. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching out between you. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it felt... peaceful. Like a brief moment of normalcy in a world that had been turned upside down.

“Why are you so nice to me?” you asked suddenly, the question slipping out before you could stop it.

He turned to look at you, his expression unreadable. “What do you mean?”

“You’re always looking out for me. Protecting me. I mean, you barely even know me.”

His gaze softened, and he let out a quiet sigh. “Maybe it’s because you remind me that there’s still something worth fighting for,” he said. “Something good. When I’m with you, it feels like... like maybe we can make it out of this.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. There was an earnestness in his voice that left no room for doubt. He meant every word.

“Su-hyeok...” you began, but before you could say anything else, he reached out and took your hand in his. His grip was warm, steady, and you found yourself holding on just as tightly.

“We’re going to survive this,” he said, his eyes locked onto yours. “Together.”

In that moment, with his hand in yours and the weight of his promise hanging in the air, you believed him.

The next few days were a blur of chaos and close calls. The group continued to dwindle, and each loss weighed heavily on everyone. But through it all, Su-hyeok never left your side. He was your anchor, your constant in a world that seemed determined to tear you apart.

One night, after narrowly escaping yet another horde, you found yourselves alone in a small storage room. The rest of the group had split up to search for supplies, leaving you and Su-hyeok with a rare moment of (somewhat) privacy.

You sank to the floor, your back against a shelf, and let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Su-hyeok crouched in front of you, his hands resting on your knees. “Hey,” he said softly, tilting your chin up so you were looking at him. “You’re stronger than you think.”

“I don’t feel strong,” you said, your voice breaking. “I feel scared. All the time.”

“That’s okay,” he said. “Being scared doesn’t mean you’re not strong. It means you care. It means you’re human.”

You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks. Before you knew it, Su-hyeok had pulled you into his arms, holding you close. His embrace was firm, steady, and you clung to him like a lifeline.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his hand gently rubbing your back. “I’ve got you.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to break. To cry. To let out all the fear and grief and pain you’d been holding inside. And through it all, Suhyeok held you, his presence grounding you in a way nothing else could.

When your sobs finally subsided, he pulled back just enough to look at you. His hand came up to brush a tear from your cheek, and his gaze was so full of warmth and affection that it took your breath away.

“You’re not alone,” he said softly. “As long as I’m here, you’ll never be alone.”

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft, tentative, but it carried all the emotions you’d been too afraid to put into words. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was no danger, no fear. Just you and Su-hyeok, and the promise of something worth fighting for.

When you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, a small smile tugging at his lips. “We’re going to get through this,” he said, his voice filled with quiet determination. “Together.”

And for the first time in days, you believed him.

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