Promise; Lee Su-hyeok

014. Pillow

1496 words
Sorry for the wait on the chapter y'all. Little bit of a filler but oh well.

Currently, we're all sitting around the table doing nothing. And some are sat around the room, also doing nothing.

Blood was seeping through my bandages earlier, so I used my shirt to wipe whatever was dripping. And now, my white uniform is stained all red, and probably smelly because of the stupid blood.

Not like I enjoy wearing this school's uniform. The skirts are uncomfortably short, which influences some of us girls to wear sweatpants underneath, me being one of them. Plus, it's less time consuming when we change for P.E.

Suddenly, since I was left alone with my thoughts, which is quite a hazard to society, I think of something.

"Hey, guys?"

Woo-jin looks up from his beautiful dick drawing on the table. "Yeah, Y/n?"

"What do you think attracts the zombies?" I furrow my brows. "They must be attracted to something, right?"

"Maybe they're drawn to smell," he suggests. He points a pencil at Dae-su, "They do alaways go after you."

"I don't smell," Dae-su says matter-of-factly.

I hum, "Yeah, right. If you don't smell, then Su-hyeok loves to wear socks."

Then, incredibly bluntly, Ji-min says, "You sweat a lot, Dae-su."

"I sweat but I don't smell," he defends. He sniffs his armpits, "What's that smell?"

"Your sweat."

I cover my mouth with my fist, "Damn, Dae-su. You're just gon' let Woo-jin do you dirty like that?"

He coughs, ignoring my remark. "I think they're more sensitive to sound than smell." Ji-min raises her eyebrows, "Sound?"

"Yeah, sound."

Is that why I'm so sensitive to all the noise? I look at Su-hyeok, who's sitting next to me on top of the table, with a questioning stare. He shrugs and looks at Joon-yeong.

Joon-yeong, who is sitting directly across from me, shakes his head at Dae-su, "This isn't a movie."

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

Well, I can see perfectly fine so maybe not? Except during lunch, it was kind of hard to focus on my surroundings. I don't know. Ugh, I'm just stressing myself out.

I divert my attention to Ms. Park and Hyo-ryeong, blinking tiredly at them.

"Ms. Park?" Hyo-ryeong mutters hesitantly.

Ms. Park lifts her head up, now looking at her. "Hm?"

"Some kids probably left school, right?"

"Mhm. Yeah, I think so," she breathes. "Maybe we were the lucky ones then?" Hyo-ryeong questions.

"The fact that we're alive makes us lucky." Ms. Park states. Hyo-ryeong's voice cracks, "Really?"

"Mhm," Ms. Park then leans in and hugs her.

Awww. Now I want a hug. You know who gives really good hugs? My brother. Oh, and Gwi-nam he's a really good hugger, too. Unexpected, right?

I wonder how he's doing. Did he make it out alive? I hope he did.

Only 'cause I want to smack the shit out of him, of course. And I kinda miss him, but that's not the point.

I get off the table and stretch. I grimace at the popping noise my back and neck make. "My back is killing me." I grab Su-hyeok's wrist in attempt to drag him to the empty corner in the room. "Bare-su, be my pillow?"