TO THE BONE, all of us are dead.

eight

viii.

IN SOME OTHER LIFE

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Choi Ho-Sung stood in front of the window that looked into the recording room, his arms crossed as he observed his boyfriend inside the room. He was doing a knitting puzzle. He kept an eye on Kang Yu-Jin as well since it seemed like they were making small conversation.

"Maybe they're after smell," Wu-jin theorized outside the recording room. Some of them were sat around and on the table outside. Ho-Sung reached for a tissue to wipe his glasses, cleaning them with a tissue, watching the boy point at Dae-su. "They do always go after you."

Dae-su sighed, "I don't smell."

"You sweat a lot, Dae-su," Ji-min added.

"I sweat, but I don't smell," Dae-su rested his chin on his hands, sniffing. "What's that smell?" He sniffed around himself as Ji-min scribbled something down in a book.

"Your sweat," Wu-jin answered. Su-hyeok was cleaning his shoe, sitting on the table. 

"I think they're more sensitive to sound than smell," Dae-su said.

"Sound?" Ji-min asked.

"Yeah, sound."

She wrote that down. "This isn't a movie," Joon-Yeong said.

"Come on then. Let's break the fourth wall and contact the directors," Yong-Jin joked, lightly jostling Hee-Jin on his lap. The girl glared at him, but he apologized as she leaned into him again.

"That's just how zombies are, you know?" Dae-su reasoned. "And didn't you see their eyes? They can't see with those eyes."

"Sound, smell, I don't know," Joon-yeong concluded. He turned to Hiro, who was leaning against the door of the room. "Hey, senior." The boy's head turned to him. "What's your gang name?"

"None of your business," Hiro said, resting his head against the door. Yong-Jin and Hee-Jin sighed at him.

"Have you heard of The Last Night club on downtown?" Yong-Jin questioned mischievously, and when the juniors shook their heads, his eyes moved to Na-yeon, who was standing against the wall and looking into the recording room. "Rotted pinkie pie?"

Na-yeon's jaw clenched as she turned to him, meeting his mischief-filled smile, "What?"

"The Last Night, have you. . . heard of it?"

"No. I don't go to clubs."

Yong-Jin nodded slowly, "Heard of Riko Hitari?"

"Yong-Jin, yah, stop that," Hiro snapped from the door.

"Oh, he's that guy that got kicked out of school right?" Finn asked innocently. Hiro face-palmed. 

Meanwhile in the recording room, Gyeong-Su was making small talk with Yu-Jin, "So, you're telling me that Na-yeon saved you from dying in a dumpster?"

The athlete chuckled at the way he phrased it, leaning back on her arms as she sat on the table in the room, "Well, if you put it like that. Hyeon-ju was the one who stitched me up, did great up until now."