𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐋 , all of us are dead [ o.h ]

𝐱𝐢𝐢.

Hyun-woo shifted, his head in Su-hyeok's lap, his face nuzzled against his boyfriend's stomach. Su-hyeok had draped his jacket over the smaller when he had noticed that he had fallen asleep before everyone else once they had all gotten settled.

Su-hyeok woke up before Hyun-woo. He took a moment to admire his boyfriend's features - Hyun-woo's usually soft lips that looked like they were about to start cracking from a lack of water, his soft skin, his cubby cheeks, his dimples that were usually always on display, but Su-hyeok had been seeing them a lot less since this whole... thing started.

"Wake up, jagi," Su-hyeok whispered, moving Hyun-woo's hair out of his face. The younger grumbled, nuzzling his face further into Su-hyeok's stomach.

"First one asleep and last one awake, that's a first," On-jo commented quietly, crouching in front of the two with her arms crossed on her knees, a small, sad smile on her lips. "He usually sleeps from... what, two am to six am?"

Su-hyeok nodded, giving her a small, tight-lipped smile.

"You two are really close, I didn't notice that before," She whispered, sadness lacing her words.

"Yeah, best friends," Su-hyeok half lied. On-jo sighed softly, looking at her hands as she pulled her sleeves over them.

"What Na-yeon called him early... that's a bad word for... for... gay people, right?" She whispered, not looking at Su-hyeok.

He nodded, his eyes not leaving Hyun-woo as he absentmindedly played with the ends of the shorter's hair. "Yeah, yeah it is. She was wrong to call him that, like she was wrong to call Gyeong-su a welfie. But, what she called Hyun-woo is worse."

She nodded, looking up at him as Hyun-woo began to stir from his deep slumber.

"Was she saying that just to be mean... or... is he actually..?"

"Is who what?" Hyun-woo mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he sat up, the jacket falling beside him. On-jo's eyes widened as she stood up.

"Uh- nothing, don't worry," She said quickly before walking to sit in her seat again. He frowned, confused as he looked at Su-hyeok.

"Don't worry about it, jagi," Su-hyeok mumbled, kissing his forehead gently and quickly.

"What's with the nicknames and sudden onset of touchiness?" Hyun-woo asked. "Not that I don't like it or anything, you're just usually not like this in public."

"They'll come for us eventually," Ji-min said from where she stood at the window before Su-hyeok could reply.

"How long do we wait?" Hyo-ryung asked.

"Until they come."

"There's no guarantee they'll come, though."

"You wanna go out there?" Hyun-woo asked, groaning softly as he stood up, stretching his arms up and hearing a few of his bones pop back into place.

"Even if they come, they won't find us if they don't know we're here," Ji-min said, turning to look at the group.

"Well, we can put up a sign for help," On-jo suggested.

"How?"

Hyun-woo met his sisters eyes. "Our dad taught us a signal that's used internationally."

"What is it?" Hyo-ryung asked.

"It was red and blue arranged together," On-jo remembered, "to create some sort of pattern..." She trailed off, seeing everyone's disinterested expressions.

"Let's just write 'SOS' on a curtain," Hyun-woo gave her a small smile. She gave a small, embarassed smile back.

"Yeah, let's do that," Hyo-ryung agreed.