Insanity ♧ L. Cheong-San x OC (All Of Us Are Dead)

[20] super-hambie

My eyes narrow at the locked door in front of me, the gold knob shining brightly- almost as if it's mocking me. I reach an arm out, fingers curling against the cold knob. I twist harshly, the sound of the springs ring in my ears like chimes. I push the knob back once, twice... and it still won't fucking unlock.

"You're going to break that."

I gasp, raising my palms to my chest in an attempt to calm my racing heart. "Wu-Jin! You fucking scared me."

He tilts his head to the side, an eyebrow raised. "I thought you had super sonic hearing?"

"I must've brought my nerves to the afterlife."

"You talk as if you're dead." Wu-Jin chastises.

He settles beside me, his shoulders brushing against mine as he turns to face the door to the locked storage room.

"Well I am... or, half dead." I ruffle my hair in annoyance. "Yah, stand back will you? I'm going to try to kick the door open."

"Why do you want to open that door so badly? Just help us stack the chairs up." Wu-Jin says, but he still takes a step back nonetheless.

I kick the door once. "Because, I smell food."

Dae-Su, who is walking behind us, stops in his tracks. "You mean there's someone there?"

I turn to him. "What?"

"You eat humans now, right? So when you say food..."

"Aish, this guy." Wu-Jin hooks an arm around Dae-Su's shoulders and pinches his cheeks lightly. "Stop saying crazy things."

"I honestly don't know if I should be insulted or amazed by your logic." I reply. "I meant real food, Dae-Su."

"Oh!" Dae-Su hands the chair in his hold to Gyeong-Su who happens to be walking over. Gyeong-Su glares, but takes the chair nonetheless. "Then go break it down! Aren't you supposed to have like super-human abilities?"

"I know! That's what I'm trying to do." I pout.

"Fighting, Na-Ri-ah." Wu-Jin cheers, balling his fists.

I roll my eyes at him, a small smile playing on my lips.

I kick the door over and over again, but that thing is just so fucking stubborn.

I cry out in annoyance, slamming my forehead against the wooden door repeatedly. "Why won't you fucking open?!"

Wu-Jin hisses at the sound of my head banging against the door, and he rushes over to place his palm in between my forehead and the door.

With my forehead against Wu-Jin's warm hand, I turn my head slightly to glare at him. "Just let me punish myself for being a useless hambie, Wu-Jin."

"I won't let you hurt yourself."

"Tch." I look away. "Do you like me that much?"

Wu-Jin stutters as I take a step back, trying to kick the door down once again.

After a few feeble attempts, my legs give in and I fall to the ground.

Wu-Jin manages to grab my elbow to soften the impact.

"Fuck, what is this door made of?"

"Yah, Na-Ri." Dae-Su calls.

"What?"

"You suck at being a hambie."

My face turns red in annoyance as I push myself up to lunge at him.

I can feel someone pull me back by the collar of Su-Hyeok's blazer, which I am still wearing.