《Name Tag | Reader X Cheong-San | ALL OF US ARE DEAD FF》Lets go hand in hand
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The Sound of groaning, screaming and fighting filled the room.
The Zombies where coming up, and our brave classmates decided that this will not be our end.
As they were fighting me and On-jo tried looking for solutions.
Fuck fuck fuck
"Throw this over!!" Nam-Ra yelled catching my attention. She started pulling large amounts of plastic covers, who where soon to be held up by us.
We threw the cover down the railing stopping the Zombies in their track.
I breathed heavily watching Gyeong-Su and Dae-su trying to open the door.
I looked back at cheong-san making sure that he is safe, but what I saw was not what I hoped.
Gwi-nam was walking up the stairs blood covering him from head to toe.
Fuck
Cheong-san hit Gwi-nam but he didn't even flinch. is he a hambie too?!
"Open the door quick!" I yelled trying trying keep the cover in place.
I saw gwi-nam taking a hold of Cheong-san.
Fuck this
I ran down the stairs throwing gwi-nam out of the way.
"Why the fuck are you still alive?!" I shouted.
"Seems like you've gotten pretty tough doll." He was about to come at me but Nam-Ra stopped him.
What the fuck
Nam-Ra grabbed him by the neck throwing him down the stairs, and fighting Zombies after that.
"Guys! The door is open!" On-jo informed.
"Let's go!"
"One, two, three!!"
We let go of the Zombies an ran up the stairs, making it down last minute.
"Help!"
"Please"
"sir help!!"
As we got outside we closed the door behind us finally catching our breaths, but the nightmare was not to be over yet.
The helicopter was flying away. Right in front of us. Leaving us to die.
"Come back!!"
"Help!!!"
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Our classmates tried getting their attention but nothing helped.
I looked over at Cheong-San.
His face was covered in pearls of sweat, his hair messy as if he had just woken up from good night sleep. He leaned his head back swallowing slowly, exposing his Adam apple.
Fuck he looks so hot.
He looked at me, as I bite my lip.
I want to kiss him.
I want to kiss her.
"THE FUCK"
The door we were leaning against started to get banged at.
Cheong-san quickly pulled me and pushed me behind him.
The banging continued as none of us knew what it could be.
"He's gone" gyeong-Su added.
"Who is?"
"Gwi-nam" Nam-Ra continued, "It's his smell, I can hear him breathing.
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"Hey Smoke!"
"Smoke!!!"
Su-hyeok started to carefully blow on the smoke we tried so hard to get.
We all watched with hope, wanting to get a fire started as the sun is heading to bed.
But it disappeared.
Everyone groaned it disappointed and gyeong-su tried to start a fire again.
"Hey, just use this." Nam-Ra said pulling out a lighter.
"You had it this whole time?"
"Well I smoke sometimes."
Oh my god-
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"Dae-su."
"Hmm?"
"How was your audition?"
"They said I have to loose weight."
We all sat around the fire feeling safe for the first time in a while.
We all chuckled at Dae-su's comment.
He should be a comedian.
"You're a good singer, sing for us."
"Ah stop it"
"I actually really like the song."
"Really?" Dae-Su asked to confirm.
We all agreed and Dae-su cleared his throat.
.
"Let's go once it's over. Let's go anywhere~ once where done studying 12 hours a day. Once the annoying sounds are over~~
"Let's go hand in hand ~~"
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"Let's not run." Ji-min joined.
"Let's try walking slowly" hyo-rung Joined too.
"Is that drool or sweat pooled On the book?"
More and more started to join including me.
"No one notices the plop, the plop, plop. The falling raind drops, what is boiling? Simmer, simmer."
"It's Mom's deonjang stew. Mh-hm bowl of instant noodles, in front of the TV that plays nothing but static.
"Let's go anywhere together."
We finished, leaving me with a farm feeling in my chest. Only now have I realized how dear and precious everyone to me is.
Even if they are just my classmates, they are family, the people I got to choose.
I looked over at Cheong-San who still seems to be filled by sadness.
I wish I could cheer him. up..
"It was such a nice song."
"Didn't you say that it sucked?"
"Well know that I listened to it I think it's kind of nice."
I chuckled playing with my fingers.
We were talking about our grades when hyo-rung talked to Dae-su.
"Hey, don't compare yourself to Joon-yeong."
"I was just saying." He whined, "why do you always get on my case whenever I say something?"
"... wait a second... do you like me?"
Hyo-rung hit Dae-su, disgust filling her face.
"Shut up you moron!"
"I'm going to put something out there in case if you get hurt." Dae-su continued.
This boy 😭😭
"I like someone else."
Oh we know... we know.
"So don't like me."
Hyo-rung hit him again making it clear that she doesn't have a crush on him..
Everyone went on one after another spilling their feelings, when It was suddenly Cheong-sans turn.
I carefully listened, ready to take in the information.
"Me and Y/N.." He started. "I don't know I honestly really just want some water."
BRUH MAN GOT ME READY TO GET ON MY KNEES AND SHIT AND THEN HE DOES THIS
Ehem moving on
"Not stuff like that, be completely honest"
"Yeah do you like someone?"
"Mhm" Cheong-San said.
"Really?! You like someone?!" On-jo asked.
"Yeah"
"Why do you keep us waiting... do you have a crush?"
"Uh pretty much"
"Who is she."
Silence filled the air, only the sound of the fire cracking was to be heared.
"No one."
Bruh.
"Come on, do I know her? Who is it?" On-jo teased smiling.
I looked at my hands, ready for my heart to be broken, he can't like me...right?"
"Y/N" cheong-san finally confessed.
I kn-
"Wait what?" I questioned
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I finally have internet againnnnnn
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