𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐋 aouad [ o.h ]

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TRIGGER WARNING FOR USE OF A HOMOPHOBIC SLUR!

"She did something when she rubbed the cloth on his scratch, I'm telling you," Hyun-woo sat with his back against Nam-ra's back. He tilted his head back against her knees to look up at her. "I'm not crazy."

"Sometimes that's a bit hard to tell," Nam-ra hummed, adjusting Hyun-woo's jacket on his shoulders, her eyes lingering on his shoulder for a second too long. Hyun-woo didn't notice, rolling his eyes playfully at her comment.

She leaned over, her lips brushing his ear as her hair fell onto his face. He grumbled as her hair tickled his nose, moving it out of his face.

He froze what he was doing as he listened to Nam-ra's quiet words, who didn't care that her hair was annoying him. She sat back up, looking down at him.

"Are you breathing?"

"Unfortunately," He tore a hand through his hair. "So I was right?"

"I think so."

He closed his eyes, pressing the bottom of his palms to his eyes before he stood up, leaning against the wall behind Nam-ra.

"I hate her so fucking much, even more now," He mumbled to Nam-ra, his glare set only on Na-yeon. "I think I'll even hate the colour pink from now on because of her stupid sweater."

Dae-su cried softly, wiping his eyes and talking about Gyeong-su.

"I told you all," Na-yeon said in response to Dae-su's crying. "He was infected."

"Well, are you happy now?" Dae-su sniffled.

"You were all wrong. Only I was right," She said righteously. "What would you even do without me?"

"Live," Hyun-woo spoke up, venom lacing his quiet words. Na-yeon turned her head and looked at the two as they straightened.

"Maybe you did it," Nam-ra suggested.

"What?"

The two walked over to stand in front of her, Hyun-woo burying his hands in his pockets.

"We saw everything," Hyun-woo said casually, rocking back on his heels. Na-yeon stood up and the older twin tensed.

"What? What did you see?" She challenged.

"You are the one who did it," Nam-ra told her.

"Who did what? I didn't do anything to Gyeong-su."

Hyun-woo clicked his tongue. "We didn't say anything about Gyeong-su."

"Knock it off." Hyun-woo recognized Cheong-san's voice.

"What are you talking about?" Wu-jin asked. Nam-ra and Hyun-woo kept their gazes trained on Na-yeon.

"I didn't do anything."

"While we were all watching Gyeong-su, you were in the back, alone," Nam-ra told her. Hyun-woo remembered looking into the room with his boyfriend behind him. Nam-ra turned and pointed at the broken broom that Hyun-woo had used to push the zombie away from the window, blood now dried on the sharp edges. "You wiped that blood with your hankerchief."

"No, I didn't."

"Then you went to 'apologize' to Gyeong-su," Hyun-woo added. "We all saw you wiping Gyeong-su's scratches with the handkerchief."

"I did not."

"It's in your pocket," The older boy said, glancing at her hip before looking back up at her face.

"So what?"

"Take it out," Nam-ra told her.

"No."

"Take it out." Hyun-woo held his hand out and Na-yeon slapped it away. He heard shuffling and assumed Su-hyeok stood up.