All of Us Are Dead (Su-hyeok x Reader) Oneshots

Edging

We just got to the broad casting room. None of us are able to leave because the room is surrounded. I sit at the table in-between my friend On-Jo and my boyfriend Su-hyeok. Sorry, let me correct myself. My secret boyfriend. We haven't said anything because we just recently became official. And it's not like we've had a chance to say anything with this apocalypse going on.

"Okay, we need to find a way to the roof." Nam-ra states.

"I agree," On-Jo chimes in. "There's a bunch of helicopters flying around. If we can get to the roof we can probably get rescued."

As everyone starts to devise a plan, I stealthily slide my chair closer to Su-hyeok. "Hey, are you okay?" I whisper to Su-hyeok. He's been uncharacteristically quiet for a while.

He leans his head over to me, still facing forward and paying attention to the plan. "Yeah." He quietly replies back, shifting in his seat slightly. "It's just, I'm uncomfortable."

I'm confused by what he means at first. Then it dawns on me. Before we ended up here Su-hyeok and I were in the middle of...our private time and we weren't able to finish. "Oh my gosh, I completely forgot. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." He replies with one of his signature smiles.

I feel so bad. I have to relieve him somehow. I manage to scoot my chair closer to him without anyone noticing. Everyone is distracted with the plan. Perfect. I place my hand on Su-hyeok's thigh. He quickly turns toward me. His face saying, what are you doing?

I point my head toward everyone else, basically telling him to pay attention. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion but he looks ahead anyway. I slide my hand up his thigh, slowly getting closer to his member. I glance at him to see him trying to pay attention, but obviously he's distracted.

I reach his member and start rubbing him through his pants. He clears his throat, presumably to hold back a moan. I slide my hand under the brim of his pants and underwear. I wrap my hand around his member and start slowly pumping the best I can.

I glance over to him to see his eyes close in pleasure, his hand over his mouth. His breathing heavy. I start to pump him faster. I feel him twitch in my hand. He's about to release.

"Hey, Su-hyeok?" Nam-ra calls out.

Panicking, I jerk my hand out of his pants. Everyone turns their heads to Su-hyeok, including me. I give him an apologetic look. "Yeah?" Su-hyeok replies, stuttering slightly.

"You looked like you were dozing off. And you seem a little sweaty. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Were you paying attention to the plan?" Nam-ra asks.

Before Su-hyeok can answer, someone else speaks. "Oh my gosh, what if he was bit?" Na-yeon says, panicking.

"Oh please," I reply. "We've been here for almost three hours. If he were bit he would have turned by now."

"So? He might be different. We don't know anything yet. You shouldn't be defending him just because you like him."

I quickly stand up, my chair sliding back. "You know what Na-yeon?" I lift my fist ready to punch her. Quickly Su-hyeok wraps his arms around my waist, and On-Jo puts her hands on my shoulders, trying to hold me back.

"Don't worry about it Y/N." Cheong-san says.

"Yeah, just leave her be." Woo-jin chimes in.

"Yeah, the bitch always has something to say." Gyeong-Su mutters.