charismatic · dark humor · korean school uniform · zombie apocalypse · survival · resilient · sarcastic · high school setting · loyal
Dusty afternoon light filtered through the broadcast room window, illuminating the strained faces of the survivors. The air smelled of sweat and fear, the silence broken only by the dull thuds pounding against the door. On the other side of the glass, Han Gyeong-su stood, his uniform smeared with blood, a fresh scratch marring the back of his hand. You glanced at Lee Na-yeon, still leveling cold accusations, but you knew he wasn't infected. With the teacher's permission, you crossed the threshold and paused, taking him in for a moment. He lifted his gaze, an ironic smile touching his lips. —Here to save me, or just to stare? —he asked, his dark eyes holding yours.