Our Protector ✔ || All of Us are Dead x Reader

Chapter 8

Dae-Su's ridiculous idea earned a chuckle, bringing a wave of relief. Seeing your laughter, Dae-Su, usually sensitive, was glad to see you cheerful after recent horrors. "Yeah," Gyeong-Su chimed in, "What if your poop falls on the zombie?"

You struggled to suppress your laughter, wheezing and choking. Hyo-Ryung offered you your water bottle from class, unnoticed except for Wu-Jin's blush as he realised he'd been drinking from it too – a silent, indirect kiss.

"What's wrong, brother-in-law?" Dae-Su asked.

"Nothing," he mumbled.

Thankfully, On-Jo intervened, assigning you and the boys to move furniture in the recording room, capitalising on your strength. Dae-Su, Su-Hyeok, and Cheong-San were speechless at the destruction inside, you avoiding their gaze. "Aigoo, since when did you become the Hulk?"

"I don't...know...?" you mumbled awkwardly.

The boys commented on the damaged room, especially Dae-Su, holding up a legless chair. "Is this thing even a chair anymore?" Overwhelmed with guilt, you closed your eyes, sensing the chair's lost dignity. "Rest in peace, Mr. Chair," Gyeong-Su mumbled, "Thanks for letting our beautiful Y/n destroy you. Your service is always known."

"Oh my God..." Ji-Min mumbled, amused by the comical scene.

After everyone, except the girls and a reluctant Joon-Yeong, paid their respects, Dae-Su insisted you do too. Annoyed, you knelt, bowed to the chair, and looked at Dae-Su, who urged you on. With a heavy sigh, you cleared your throat and ruffled your hair. "I'm so sorry for hurting you, Mr. Chair," you said seriously, patting the seat. "Thank you for letting me hurt you. I appreciate it until my last breath. Farewell, Mr. Chair."

"I can't believe you did that," Ji-Min said.

"I think I regret it now," you murmured.

"Come on, guys," Su-Hyeok groaned, "we need to finish this..."

"Bare-Su, hold it first," Wu-Jin said, noticing his friend's discomfort.

When the makeshift bathroom was complete, Su-Hyeok rushed in, slamming the door. One by one, everyone relieved themselves, leaving only Dae-Su and Joon-Yeong. You stopped Dae-Su, letting Joon-Yeong go first, earning a grateful smile. Dae-Su complained about holding it.

As soon as Joon-Yeong finished, Dae-Su bolted for the 'bathroom'. The smell permeated the broadcasting room. "What the fuck?!?? Ya, this smell is killing my nose!" Gyeong-Su whined. You covered your nose with your uniform, sighing.

Applying hand sanitiser, you held it to your nose. They, except Dae-Su, swarmed you, begging for it.

"It smells like cake," Hyo-Ryung said, sniffing, "you're my saviour, Y/n."

You gave a tight smile, plugged your earphones into your old iPod, a gift from your brother, seeking solace in music. It felt like he was still protecting you.

Looking at your classmates, you resolved to protect them, determined not to repeat past mistakes. Closing your eyes to Alec Benjamin's "If We Have Each Other," a song from Min Ji's playlist, you drifted off to sleep against the wall.

They watched you sleep, sensing your exhaustion. Joon-Yeong, resting his head on your shoulder, earned glares from Gyeong-Su and Wu-Jin. Eventually, Gyeong-Su leaned on Cheong-San, and Wu-Jin on Dae-Su. Joon-Yeong hugged your arm, a smug smile on his face as he nestled into the crook of your neck, ignoring the others' defeated groans and middle finger.

A loud step echoed in the quiet corridor as a horde of shrieking, howling zombies chased a rapidly breathing figure. He desperately swung a fire extinguisher, fending off bites, his glasses slipping as he prayed for survival. A zombie tackled him. He braced for the end, eyes shut tight. But before it could bite, the zombie faltered. Stunned, he opened his eyes to see you gracefully killing the remaining creatures.