( CHAPTER THREE ༒︎ just the beginning )JIHYUN HAD ALWAYS KNOWN THAT hyosan high was a school steeped in tragedy, a place where lives were claimed far too soon from the moment lee jinsu, son of the science teacher, had allegedly committed suicide and died. jihyun tried his best to save jinsu from his wretched fate. he really did! but alas, he had to surrender to it. now he lays in his bed, looking up at the ceiling of the shared bedroom he shared with yuri.
his eyes were hollow and his mouth was twisted into a frown, his mind consumed by the weight of his failures.
he felt worthless.
despite his acceptance of the impending apocalypse, jihyun still harbored feelings of bitterness. simply because giving up on stopping the apocalypse felt like giving up on jinsu. it was as if he was abandoning his friend all over again, allowing him to meet his doom. jihyun sighed and closed his eyes, wanting to shut out the world. he felt like he was letting jinsu down, and that was a pain he would never be able to escape.
after drowning himself in his self pity, he opens his eyes and turns his head to the right side of the room. the bed where yuri should be is empty. she must have taken the chance while he was zoning out to sneak into the bathroom first.
jihyun rises from his bed, stretching his limbs slightly before moving to prepare his uniform for the day. as he gathers his clothes, he keeps an ear out for any sounds from the bathroom. knowing yuri though, with her meticulous morning routine, she likely won't be out of the bathroom anytime soon.
jihyun slightly smiled at the thought.
JIHYUN IS PRETTY SURE— NO, certain that today is the day that the apocalypse is officially supposed to start. he had a dream this morning and hye just so happened to be in it. they were useful enough— nice enough he meant, to tell him that today is the day it'll all start.
jihyun and yuri arrive at school, once again managing to be on time. as jihyun scans the familiar school building, a sense of foreboding washes over him; he can almost envision it being overrun by zombies. yuri notices his distant expression and tilts her head, concern knitting her brows. "are you okay, jihyun?" she asks gently. "you've been out of it ever since this morning." her voice cuts through his thoughts, drawing him back to the present moment.
"yeah, i'm oka—" he begins, but his voice trails off as he catches sight of eunji and cheolsoo, both of their expressions being tense as they walk alongside myeonghwan and his little gang. yuri noticed jihyun's sudden change of demeanor and followed his gaze only to see the said bullies going somewhere many don't go, the construction site. they shared a look with each other and without exchanging any words— decided to follow after them.
"stay still." is what gwinam said before ripping eunji's shirt apart as changhoon covered her mouth and held onto her tightly. any sounds eunji made would now only result in muffled whimpers coming out. gwinam passed his phone to cheolsoo, forcing him to record a nude video of her.
although late, jihyun and yuri still makes it. yuri rushes up to eunji, shoving changhoon away once she got closer and kneeling down next to eunji after seeing her half nude state. with quick and steady hands, yuri removed her navy blue hoodie off of herself, handing eunji the piece of coverage. "here, put this on." she muttered to eunji who shook her head and refused to remove her hands away from her chest.
yuri let out a small huff as she draped the hoodie over eunji, ensuring her chest was fully covered. eunji quickly slipped her hands into the sleeves, a sense of relief washing over her as the fabric enveloped her. once she was dressed, yuri helped her to her feet, grasping her hand tightly for support. with a firm grip, yuri also took cheolsoo's hand. together, they moved to stand behind jihyun, who stood in front of them with his arm outstretched in front of them in a protective stance.
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Fanfictiontill my fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours. male oc x male oc. all of us are dead, season one. © DEARLOVETT . ❪ 2024 ❫