《Name Tag | Reader X Cheong-San | ALL OF US ARE DEAD FF》Teachers office
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"Cheong-San, don't be stubborn." I called out Watching him sit on the window.
"Two rooms across and one floor down is teachers office."
"Y-you shouldn't go." I looked at him worried.
"If I don't make it." He sighed "I will come back, you know?"
No bitch I don't know.
"So don't be worried."
"I'm not worried, I'm pissed."
"Sure."
This bitch
I looked at my feet, playing with my hand and heared him stepping into the room again.
"You seriously don't have to worry, I'll always come back to you.. I promise."
He lifted my chin making eye contact with me and smiling, I softly smiled back when I notice his eyes staring at my lips.
He bit his lips, fighting the urge to kiss me and just hugs me instead. I pat his back flushed at what just had happened.
He pulled back and climbing out the window with su-hyeok.
"Damn Y/N."
"Oh shut up." I commented back my cheeks still pink.
"Oh my God you are totally blushing."
"BRUH NO."
On-jo laughed pushing my shoulders, I just stared out of the window hoping for cheong-san to come back any minute now.
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Where are they
I played with my fingers anxiously.
"It's been an hour. Shouldn't we like check on them?"
"I know you are worried but it's the best if we stay here."
"I'm really worried."
I lay my head on the desk sighing.
"I hearded in some country's they mourn adults more than they do with children.Which do you think our country is?" Nam-Ra asked, making me look at her.
"What do you mean?"
"When kids die, you loose hope but... when adults die they lose their wisdom." Joon-yeong added.
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Does that mean that they don't care about us.
"Hope or wisdom. Which do we value more?"
I looked out the window hearing another set of helicopters flying around the place.
"They've been flying all over the place since yesterday. They would have already saved us if they really wanted to."
Fuckers.
"But even if they do come to save us, we won't get out first. We're just not important enough for that." Nam-Ra exclaimed.
"We're students.. that's it."
I hugged On-jo after seeing tears forming in her eyes, she is hurting so much inside.
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Suddenly Su-hyeok entered the classroom catching everyone's attention.
"Are you okay?!"
Everyone started surounding him.
Cheong-San. Where is Cheong-San.
"Where's the phone?"
"And Cheong-San." I added harshly.
Su-hyeok just stared at the ground.
No no no, he must be here.
Me and on-jo started rushing towards the window, not seeing or hearing any signs of Cheong-San.
"Su-hyeok, where is he?" I asked scared.
I cant loose him, not like this. We promised to eat his mom's chicken wings again. He said he will come back to me... he always does. didn't even have the time to confess to him.
He looked at me, trying to keep a calm look on his face, but I knew he was nervous.
"We got separated in the teachers office. I'm sure he'll be fine."
"Are you serious? Shit."
"I'm sorry. For coming back alone."
He is still alive right? I mean I saw the way he fought the Zombies... he is capable of handling himself.
I sighed hugging my friend in hope of some comfort.
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I looked out the window, just waiting for cheong-san to come back.
I wiped my tears silently mourning my friend.
Is he okay? Is he one of... them? Is he hiding in a safe spot?
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"Joon-yeong. Didn't you mention your science club made a drone?" On-jo blurted out all of the sudden.
"Yeah. You want to look for cheong-san with it?"
I turned around, hope filling my body.
"Could we?"
"Yeah but the drones are in the science club."
Here we go again.
On-jo and Joon-yeong both went up the rope looking for the drones.
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Be careful! I said slowly guiding on-jo inside as Joon-yeong started the drones.
Its flying!
"I'll fly out with it, if I find any rescuers I'll land infront of them."
"Wait! They say when a person knows they're situation is hopeless, that's when they despair." Nam-Ra commented.
"Sweet saying." Dae-su asked "but what does that mean."
LMAO I love dae-su
"Even if everyone in the world but us turned into zombies, we can't fall into despair."
"Ah... so that's what that means?"
"Nam-Ra... it's best to make a plan and stick to it. But we're not all top student and we can't be as smart as you. Being logical isn't a part of human nature."
Damn girl that was a little harsh.
"In a crisis it's better to be logical."
"We need hope more than logic. Don't you think that's the best right now?" On-jo argued.
"Hey I think flying the drones is what we need right now."
Yeah no shit Sherlock.
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We finally flied around with the drone looking at every classroom.
"God everyone's a Zombie."
We flew into the school flying across the hallway when we saw a zombie being shot with an arrow.
"Wait hold on!" Wu-jim stuttered, "is that an arrow?"
"You're right."
"What? Why?"
"My sister... she had a competition today."
We all silently looked at the screen searching for cheong-san.
I bit the inside of my cheeks, anxiously waiting to find him alive and well.
We flew outside of the school again watching the windows. When we suddenly saw Cheong-San.. Wait... is he..
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Sorry for not uploading as much as I used to but I'm really trying, I have just been really tired and unmotivated. I'm sorry, love you
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