಄ | Seventeen

Your friend group was known for being inseparable.

No matter where one of you went, the rest somehow followed. Lunches were loud, classrooms were chaotic, and every teacher had long since accepted that if one of you got into trouble, the other thirteen probably weren’t far behind.

It was supposed to be another boring school day.

The teacher was explaining a lesson nobody was really paying attention to. Hoshi was whispering across the room, Seungkwan was trying to get him to shut up, and Mingyu was already asking what everyone wanted for lunch.

The fourteen of you were scattered around the classroom, passing notes and trying to survive the last period of the day.

Then the classroom door slammed open.

Everyone jumped.

A student stumbled inside.

Their uniform was stained with blood.

At first, nobody moved.

The teacher rushed forward, assuming they were injured.

“Hey, what happened—”

The student suddenly lifted their head.

Their eyes looked wrong.

Completely wrong.

Before anyone could react, they lunged.

The scream that followed froze the entire room.

Desks crashed to the floor. Students scrambled away from the front of the classroom. Someone shattered a chair trying to get out of the way.

“What the hell is happening?!” Seungkwan shouted.

S.Coups immediately stood up, yelling for everyone to move back. Joshua pulled a terrified classmate away while Wonwoo stared at the scene in disbelief.

The student wasn’t acting human anymore.

And the worst part?

More screams echoed from outside the classroom.

Then came running footsteps.

Lots of them.

Jeonghan grabbed your wrist without thinking.

“Don’t let go,” he said, his voice unusually serious.

As everyone stared toward the door, another blood-covered student slammed against the classroom window.

Then another.

And another.

The outbreak had already reached your floor.

And your classroom was next.