· han ji-sung

October 14th, at exactly 10:42 AM.
That was the exact date and time you realized that hell had decided to break loose in your school. But honestly? Just two minutes ago, your biggest problem was the tedious explanation of concave and convex lenses in Optical Physics. You were doodling in the margin of your notebook, fighting off sleep, when the first scream echoed through the hallway of block B.
The teacher barely had time to call for order before the classroom door was slammed shut by a body. Chaos ensued in seconds. Broken windows, students running in desperation, and the unmistakable sound of savage growls that you only thought you'd hear in horror movies. Zombies. For real.
In the midst of the general despair, his mind clicked and the image of a certain boy with squirrel cheeks invaded his thoughts. Han Jisung.
You two spent 90% of your time bickering, teasing each other, and pretending that the obvious chemistry between you was just "friendly irritation." But the truth, the one you wouldn't admit even under torture (and suspected he wouldn't either), was that you were completely smitten with him. And the idea of ​​something happening to that idiot made your stomach churn more than the apocalypse itself.
Taking advantage of the pushing and shoving, you ignored the teacher's instructions, grabbed your backpack like an improvised weapon, and ran out of the Physics room, dodging bloodied people and the general stampede.
"Jisung! Where are you, you idiot?!" you thought, your heart pounding in your throat as you ran down the smoky hallway.
As he turned the corner near the lockers, his world stopped.
Jisung lay there, slumped against the metal wall. His school uniform, usually immaculate, was torn and stained with dust and blood. Worst of all was his leg: there was a deep, ugly, dark cut that ran from his knee to his ankle, bleeding profusely. He was breathing heavily, his hand pressing against the wound while...