Your Heart Got Teeth, an All of Us Are Dead What if...?

"You think you're so righteous, Su-hyeok? Bare-su?" Gwi-nam drawled as he grabbed a fistful of dark hair, tightening his grip on the teen below him. He trailed his tongue along the shell of Su-hyeok's ear. "You used to be one of us. So, you think you can just turn your back on us, back on me? We used to have so much fun - "

"I never wanted to be part of the sick shit you call fun." The ever encroaching cries of zombies sent a spike of urgency through Su-hyeok's chest. "Only freaks enjoy all the horrible things you've done."

Gwi-nam yanked at Su-hyeok's hair in retaliation before burying his nose into the taller boy's neck. He breathed in deeply before chuckling into dark locks. "You smell good, Bare-su. I can almost taste your... yes. Your fear." Gwi-nam then grinned in realization. "You're scared, right? I know you're scared. Tell me your scared and I'll let you go. I'm only after Cheong-san, after all."

"Shut up, asshole." Su-hyeok winced at the pain in his scalp. "I could never fear a gopher like you."

Gwi-nam hissed, "Wrong answer!" and dived, teeth bared, into Su-hyeok's neck.

~Or, what if Su-hyeok, not Nam-ra, was bitten by Gwi-nam?~