What if? (AOUAD Cheongsan x Onjo Fanfic)

Chapter 10

"Guys," On-jo called to catch everyone's attention, "Did you bring my bag?"

"It's with Joon-yeong," Woo-jin answered, "Thank you for the food again. I'm sorry if there's none left. Dae-su took another 2 packs without telling us."

Dae-su, who seemed to enjoy the food so much, didn't hear what he said.

Joon-yeong passed the bag to Ji-min who was right beside On-jo.

"Thank you," she said, before opening her bag to check what was left. 1 bottle of water, the 1st aid kit, 4 packets of wipes, protective pads, the same amount of recorders and speakers except the three that she took, some earplugs, and other stuff.

"We didn't touch anything inside your bag other than the food and water," Joon-yeong pushed his glasses up, "By the way, what's with the military food packs and speakers? It's as if you knew this would happen."

On-jo stopped, thinking of an alibi, "I dreamt of it."

No. She traveled back.

"A dream?"

She nodded, "I dreamt of this exact thing. Us being trapped in the school filled with zombies. It felt so real so I thought I should prepare just in case."

On-jo went back to check her bag, "Where's the school map?"

"We used that to plan our route for escape, sorry," he apologized.

"It's alright. We know the blueprint of the school like the back of our hands anyway," she reassured. She took out all her wipes and placed them on the table, "Before you eat those, clean your hands first. Your hands are soiled with zombie blood and we wouldn't know if consuming it could turn you into one."

"What?" Dae-su's eyes widened and his mouth hung, "I've already eaten all of it!"

On-jo looked at his hands, "You don't have blood on your hands so I guess you're safe."

"What about me?" Gyeong-su, who was drinking from his can since earlier asked, "I fought with zombies yesterday."

"I cleaned your hands while treating your scratch remember?"

"Oh, right. I guess I'm safe then," he went back to drinking cooly.

Everyone took some to sanitize themselves before eating. Ms. Park approached On-jo with a smile, "Thank you for sharing your stuff On-jo."

"It's okay, Saem. I have enough to share anyways."

On-jo took one pack of wipes and went to Cheong-san who kept his eyes on Nam-ra and Su-hyeok.

"Cheong-san," she called, "Your hands. Clean it."

"I'm not going to eat," he said, eyes not leaving them.

On-jo sighed and took his hand to wipe it herself, "Don't be so stubborn. Nam-ra didn't turn, see? Besides, Su-hyeok will push her if she does."

She placed the sealed bread on his hand, "Eat."

She took another wet tissue and wiped his face that was covered with sweat and dried blood. She started with his cheeks and forehead until her hands went down to his lips.

Cheong-san suddenly can't breathe. He unconsciously squeezed the bread that On-jo gave her a while ago. His eyes darted on her lips, feeling her faint breath on his skin as she gently wiped his face.

He held her hand that was wiping his face clean. This made On-jo realize the small gap between them.

She saw how he stared from her eyes down to her lips. She did the same compulsively.