𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃I one shots

39

You were exhausted, both physically and mentally.

The last few days of your life had been hell, filled with never-ending death and nightmares. The amount of horror and gore you'd witnessed, was by far enough to ensure the fact that you'd never watch another scary movie again. That, and the fact that your usual movie-watching partner was now walking amongst the sea of the dead beneath you in the courtyard.

Gyeong-Su...

The very thought of him made your eyes burn with tears once more, your hand which he used to hold now cold and covered in blood. His blood. You looked down at your palms, the red color reminding you of nothing more than your failure to protect the one person you loved most.

Guilt plagued your mind, your entire being. You'd never felt so pained, so lost. Gyeong-Su was your best friend, he had been since childhood. You two were undeniably soulmates. If only you could've told him how you really felt, before everything...

Your name is spoken gently broke you out of your thoughts, unaware that you'd gone from looking guiltily at your stained hands to staring deeply into the fire. You blinked and looked up to see everyone looking at you, all holding concerned expressions.

"Hm?" you hummed in question, as you tried to ignore the pounding in your head. Between the lack of sleep and water, plus the crying and fighting, you had been getting your fair share of headaches.

"Are you okay?" It was On-Jo who asked you, the kind girl sitting across from you. You didn't have the energy to return the smile she gave you, nor did you have the energy to give a direct lie, so you nodded and ignored how it made your head hurt even worse.

Though not completely convinced by your answer, everyone luckily dropped it and moved on, starting conversations and stories with one another. You didn't speak much, only giving small forced laughs and teasing comments when the others mentioned embarrassing memories.

Soon everyone had somehow got on the topic of crushes, something you weren't particularly keen on talking about. You slowly interacted less and less, hoping they'd pick up on it and not ask you about it. However, you weren't so lucky, considering your friends and schoolmates alike were quite nosey.

"What about you, Sun-hee," Daesu asked you, "who is your crush?" He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly. Cheong-San, who could sense you weren't exactly the most comfortable, shot the other boy a warning look. Daesu ignored it, however, pressing the matter.

It seemed like others in the group wanted to know as well. You tried to keep your eyes low as you focused on keeping your voice steady when you answered "No one." Was all you needed to say, it was all you had to say. However, it wasn't as convincing as you hoped it would be, because the tears in your eyes were proof enough that anything you had said that night was a lie.

Everyone sat at the fire, watching as your seemingly calm and careless facade broke. You couldn't hide the feelings you'd been pushing away, the hurt and the pain from the love and loss you'd suffered. "Sun-hee" Cheong-San's voice mumbled gently, as the boy had moved from his spot on the other side of the fire to sit by you and pull you into his comforting arms.

"I didn't even get to tell him, Cheong-San!" You wailed into the arms of the boy, who had been your best friend for years and knew of your crush on Gyeong-Su. "I-I was gonna tell him, a-after school," you hiccuped as you tried to speak, the tears and your lack of water over the last few days didn't help.

"I was gonna give him my name tag on the way home, he was gonna walk with me... b-but then this all happened and before I knew it we were in the classroom hiding. I- I should've just told him then!" Cheong-San just listened as you cried and told him about your plan, even if he had already known.

You had texted him the night before about it, telling him that you were finally ready to let Gyeong-Su know. Cheong-San had been so happy to hear, especially when he knew how Gyeong-Su felt about you. "I should've told him..." you mumbled into your friend's shoulder, your crying making you even more exhausted as you slumped in Cheong-San's arms.

"He knew," Cheong-San told you. "He knew. And he loved you too..."

While Cheong-San's words did help slightly, it still would never be enough. It still would never fix the pain or fill the void, it would never give you a true answer or reaction like the one Gyeong-Su would've given you. Instead, all you had was hope that what Cheong-San said was true, and that Gyeong-Su did love you too.

All you wished, was so you could go back in time and tell him sooner. But now you were stuck with all the things you didn't say, and an answer you'd never get.