𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 ! ( 𝐚𝐨𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫 )

𝐨𝐣𝐲

– home

Oh Joonyoung x fem!oc (Cho Yooa)

1290 words. proofread : v

dt : slmgbn

author's note : got a bit emotional writing this since it reminded me of joonyoung's death haha. enjoy

Feeling nauseous, Yooa fell to the floor. This was the end of her.

What sort of idiotic demon possessed her? She should've shoved the zombie away with the ball she was holding. Not let it go and push it aside with her bare hands instead. Stupid. Brave, but stupid.

No one noticed the small but clearly evident bite mark on her palm. Everyone was too busy trying to push through the horde of dead students and teachers surrounding them. Everyone but Joonyeong.

He looked at her bitten palm with horror. She realised that she had broken a promise she swore to keep for the rest of her miserable life.

"Hey," Yooa poked the boy panting beside her.

"Hm?"

"I... Well, we're all finally getting out of this school soon, huh?"

"Not there yet, but we're getting closer."

"You know, it was really hard for me when Isak died."

"I could tell."

Then all was silent again. The only sounds that could be heard were the zombies' growling on the other side of the door, Cheongsan's heavy breathing, and Mijin's soft sobbing. Yooa was about to open her mouth to say something, but Joonyeong beat her to it.

"Promise me." Joonyeong, who had been meaning to tell her this since pandemonium broke loose, finally gathered the courage to look her straight in the eyes. It won't matter if she finds out anyway. Either one of them could die any moment they exit this temporary safe haven. He wished they'd survive, but with the current situation they're in right now, there was a big fat chance they wouldn't make it out of Hyosan.

"Promise you what?"

"That you'll make it out of Hyosan. Together. With me."

She thought of everyone they lost while trying to escape from this school-made-hell. The memory of their deaths was still fresh in her brain, and so was the pain. For her, it just felt wrong to still have the will to live. It felt almost unfair for her friends who didn't make it. She got to live, and they didn't.

However.

She looked around at what remained of their original group. They were all as hurt as she was, some even more. It felt even more unacceptable to make them hurt even more. They've had enough trauma to last for the rest of their lives. If she died, it would just add to their list of reasons to be depressed.

"I'll try," that was all she could tell him. In other words: no promises.

"Don't just try. Swear that you won't do anything stupid and get bitten. That way I'll feel at ease, at least."

For Joonyeong. The most important reason why she still has the will to live.

She sighed. "Alright. I swear that I'll make it out of Hyosan, together with you and everyone in this room. We'll all die because of old age and live the rest of our lives together. Satisfied?"

"Very. Go get some rest now," Joonyeong motioned for me to rest my head on his shoulders.

As Yooa drifted off to an uneasy sleep, she could barely hear him whisper, "Don't break your promise."