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“yeonjun you’re late…again,” your history teacher sighs. you watch as choi yeonjun strolls into class like normal. “sorry teach, i didn’t really wanna come.”
yeonjun is the school’s heartthrob. everyone likes him, at least you think everyone likes him. you wouldn’t say you like him but you can see why people would. he’s an asshole but a cute asshole. he really doesn’t care for his studies and treats people like they owe him something.
you roll your eyes at his answer and decide to focus on the roll call for when your name is called. “choi soobin?” you see a boy with purple hair raise his hand silently. you hear yeonjun snicker from the back of the class. you watch soobin turn around to glare at the other.
“something funny choi?” he seethes. yeonjun raises an eyebrow at soobin, leaning forward in his seat, “yeah something sure is funny.”
soobin gets out of his seat and strides up to yeonjun’s seat, easily towering over the boy. he grabs the collar of yeonjun’s hoodie and lifts him up so that he’s standing face to face.
“why don’t you laugh in my face then?” soobin challenges. yeonjun looks bored, not even the slightest intimidated by the taller boy.
“ha. ha .ha.” he annunciates each word mockingly, smiling in soobin’s face.
the next thing you know the two boys are the floor fighting one another. “hey hey hey!” your teacher runs from the front of the class to the back to break up the fight. there’s already a small crowd around them and no one seems adamant on helping break the fight up.
the thing is, choi soobin and choi yeonjun are known to fight a lot. you’re not sure why they hate each other so much but every time they’re near each other fists start flying. who thought putting these two in a class together was a good idea.
soobin was a quiet boy, everyone knew that. somedays he’d come dressed like the fluffiest cat you’d ever seen and sometimes he’d dress like a total greaser. he could just switch up like that; just like his attitude. he was nice, from what you knew he would always participate in extracurricular activities and charity events around the school. however, because people thought he was soft they would always mess with him. he was always able to hold his own though.
“hey break it up!” you hear your teacher shout. the two boys were in their own minds continuously throwing punches at each other. you were still sat at your desk, not really caring for fights between two stupid alpha males.
your teacher somehow manages to pull soobin from yeonjun and hold him back while a friend of yeonjun’s holds him back as well. both boys have a good amount of blood on their faces so you can’t really tell who won.
“you’re fucking weak soobs! that shit barely hurt,” yeonjun teases. he has blood trailing down his hairline from when soobin pushed him to the ground and blood on his nose and around his pouty lips. “bold talk for someone who just got their ass beat,” soobin spits. he too has blood on his nose and lips but he’s also sporting a cut on his cheekbone, yeonjun must’ve scratched his face.
“enough! yeonjun go to the nurse’s room to get fixed up and soobin straight to the principal’s office, you’ll go to nurse after he’s done, you hear me!” your history teacher orders. you watch her look around the room for someone suitable enough to escort yeonjun to the nurse’s office.
you silently pray that she doesn’t pick on you but seeing as you were the only one not interested in the drama, her eyes fall on you. “y/n please escort yeonjun to the nurse’s office, i frankly don’t trust him to actually go there on his own.”
you curse at her in your mind but stand up anyways. “no problem,” you force a light smile.
you and yeonjun leave the class ahead of soobin. as you’re walking down the hallway, you glance at yeonjun. he doesn’t look angry, if anything he looks calm. “i know i’m hot but stop staring at me,” he looks down at you.
you roll your eyes at him. “do you not talk? come to think of it… i didn’t even know you were in my class,” yeonjun looks at you quizically but with curiosity in his eyes. you know that if you don’t answer him he’ll keep pestering you. “we’ve been in the same class for the past four years,” you mutter.
you can feel his eyes on you but thankfully he doesn’t say anything. while you two are walking through the halls you see a boy on the floor playing with something. “what’s that kid doing over there?” yeonjun asks. he’s already starting to walk away from you but you grab his sweater.
“sorry yeonjun but our only destination is the nurse’s office,” you say to him. he looks at you with his eyes narrowed down at where you’re grabbing him. you stumble back as he yanks his arm away from your grasp, striding towards the boy. you huff following him.
“hey loser, what you got there?” yeonjun looks down at the boy. the boy turns around with confusion laced on his features. he sighs, “what do you want?” he pouts.
when you reach the boy you recognize him as choi beomgyu. the kid is smart but only when he wants to be. he’s in your science class and is always messing around and not actually ever doing the work. either that or he skips class to run off and experiment with random things. he’s a nice guy and you sometimes ask him for help during labs since he’s probably the smartest kid in your class.
“hey beomgyu, what’s up?” you greet him. he turns towards you and smiles warmly. “hey y/n,” yeonjun looks between the both of you and rolls his eyes. “what the hell are you doing with one of the baseball teams bats?”
beomgyu moves the bat behind him and glares at yeonjun, “i was just curious as to what makes it so hard-hitting. i’ve been craving my way into it but can’t seem to get too far.”
you crouch next to him, “maybe you should’ve picked up one of the metal ones. i’m pretty sure the wood ones only have wood in them. though i heard they’re made with bamboo so,” you shrug. beomgyu stares at you silently.
“y-yeah you’re probably right…thanks y/n,” beomgyu snaps out of his daze and pockets the butterfly knife he was previously using. yeonjun tsks, “cmon y/n, let’s go i already lost interest.” yeonjun pulls you along as you watch beomgyu wave and head to the auditorium.
“god why did we have to take the long route this is fucking boring,” yeonjun complains. you sigh, hoping he’ll shut up already. “do you ever not talk?” you ask him. you both are too busy glaring at each other that you don’t see when someone bumps into you.
the person drops the pile of books they were holding in their hands. “ah shit,” they mumble. you snap out of glaring at yeonjun to see a boy on the floor with books scattered around him. “shit im sorry! i should’ve been looking at where i was going,” you apologize kneeling down to help the boy pick up his books.
“oh don’t worry i shouldn’t have taken up carrying so many books to the point where i couldn’t see!” the boy’s voice is so cheerful it makes you smile. you’re glad he’s not mad at you.
the boy is really cute too. his boyish features suit his face well and his hair is messy but looks like he stylized it that way. he’s dressed comfortably in a huge sweater and baggy jeans with a molang keychain attached to one of the belt loops.
“where are you even going with all these books?” you ask. “i offered to take these back to the library for my english teacher, in hindsight i really should’ve just taken two or three not the whole stack.” he chuckles sheepishly. he gets up, picking up as many as he can.
you pick up the rest and set them on top of the already tall stack lightly. “well good luck,” you pat the stack in encouragement and it makes him lean forward a bit. he thanks you and makes his way down the hall once again.
you turn to yeonjun who was leaning against the wall watching you. “seeing you being nice to everyone is making me want to choke,” he grimaces. “take notes choi.”
it felt like forever since you arrived at the nurse’s office. walking with yeonjun was really torture to you since he wouldn’t shut up about how amazing he thinks he is.
once you walk in you both notice that the nurse isn’t at her usual place at the front desk. “she went out to get more ice from the cafeteria,” you hear someone speak. you both turn around and see a boy sat on one of the cots the nurse sets up for people who injure themselves.
the boy is kang taehyun, member of the baseball team. “hey tae!” yeonjun greets. taehyun raises his brow and moves the now melted ice bag from his wrist. “what’s got you in here?” yeonjun asks sitting on the cot across from taehyun.
“i’d rather you not act like we’re friends,” taehyun states calmly. “but if you must know, i was practicing my swings and got a little too caught up. i barely noticed that i sprained my wrist.” he looks down at his wrist which is slightly swollen.
kang taehyun was the baseball team’s most prized possession. they really did cherish him because he was the ace of the team. he always scored home runs and when he was pitching, he always managed to get the batter to strike out. he was really talented no one could deny that. despite his hard work on the field, he was dedicated to his studies and was always at the top of all his classes. you wondered how he felt about spraining possibly the most important part of his body.
“damn, that must suck,” yeonjun states, he doesn’t sound apologetic at all and you wonder how that guy could have any friends. “im just here to get patched and cleaned up because that dickhead soobin decided this was fight club,” he tsks. taehyun chuckles, “hope he knocked some sense into you.” yeonjun rolls his eyes.
taehyun finally notices your presence by the front desk and motions you over to them by the cots. he’s friendly but not someone you’d normally hang out with. “you don’t look hurt?” he chides. you point to yeonjun, “i was asked to bring him here since our teacher didn’t trust him to come here and well, actually arrive. since the nurse isn’t here im guessing I’ll have to stick around in case he tries to escape.”
taehyun chuckles, “makes sense.”
the room is quiet for a couple of moments, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall. you feel awkward being around two of the biggest names at your school. yeonjun is sprawled out on the cot and taehyun is still cradling his wrist. “uh…when do you think the nurse will be here?” you ask quietly.
taehyun looks up at you, “well when you got here it had been about 15 minutes since she left. she probably took a detour or something?” you nod looking at his wrist once again. “you should probably wrap that in a gauze, it’ll help with the swelling,” you suggest. he smiles at you, “thanks…uh?”
“y/n”
“right thanks y/n,” he stands up and walks over to the cabinet to find the gauze wrap. in the meantime, you turn to yeonjun. it looks like he’s sleeping but being in a class with him for 4 years has taught you better. “yeonjun.”
he doesn’t move. “yeonjun get up, i know you’re not sleeping,” you try. he sits up with a groan, “what do you want? i barely know you.” for some reason you feel rage bubble up inside of you. you’re not sure why either. usually, you were fine with not being noticed by the “so-called” popular kids but because of yeonjun, you were stuck in the nurse’s office watching over him like a babysitter.
“why the hell did you fight soobin? if it wasn’t for you i wouldn’t be here talking to you right now,” you say through gritted teeth. yeonjun raises an accusing brow at you, “were you not watching the fight? he threw the first punch for fucks sake.” “you provoked him,” you retort.
“it’s not my fault he’s dumb, god do i have to take responsibility for that too?” he groans laying back down on the cot. you eye him but decide to leave the conversation at that.
after your mini argument with yeonjun, you see taehyun return with the gauzes already wrapped around his wrist. “this is much better,” he smiles down at his wrist. “glad i could help,” you smile at him.
silence falls upon you three again until you hear a groan from outside. it doesn’t really sound like a groan a human could possibly make, it sounds way to pained and low. “what was that?” taehyun asks. you shrug, “it might be the nurse.” you walk over to the door and take a look outside.
the hallways on both sides are dimly lit and desolate. you can’t really see down the hall because it just fades to black. you walk back inside the nurse’s office. “there’s no one out there and honestly, it looks way too cree-,” you’re cut off as a shrill scream rips through your conversation.
yeonjun sits straight up this time, “what the hell was that?” taehyun’s eyes are wide with alarm, “that scream did not sound like a happy scream.”
your eyes dart back and forth from yeonjun to taehyun. “i swear when i looked outside there was nothing,” you say hurriedly. you’re not sure why you feel panicked but you do. “check again,” yeonjun tells you. you want to tell him ‘no’ or 'do it yourself’ but you were the one to check first so you figure a second check done by you is only fair.
sighing, you walk to the door once again and look into the halls. for the second time, you don’t see anything except for the darkness of the long hallways but you peer further and notice something.
all the way near the end of the hallway you see the nurse running towards her office. “hey i see the nurse,” you call out to the boys. they make noises of acknowledgment and you hear yeonjun mumble a 'finally’. you keep watching her but you notice that she’s running quite frantically to be considered normal. you don’t say anything watching her run towards the office with confusion laced on your face.
that’s when you see it. you see a figure running almost at the same speed as her but with more of a limp in their step. that’s when you can hear the groaning more clearly but it’s not coming from the nurse, its coming from the figure behind her.
the nurse makes the fatal mistake of tripping over her heels because she’s running so wildly. her body slides a couple of feet from the door but she struggles to stand. she looks up at you and you can see that she has sweat and blood all over her face and her hair is unruly and matted.
“h-help me please!” she calls out to you. your heart is beating intensely. you don’t know why she looks like this but you want to help. “y/n?” you hear taehyun call out to you. “what’s going on out there?”
you bite your lip and decide to help her but as soon as you step out of the office the limping figure lurches forward and pounces on the nurse’s idle body on the floor. you let out a horrified scream and step back. you can see the 'limping figure’ clearer now and it seems to be one of the lunch ladies.
the only thing was that she didn’t look the way she did when she served you breakfast this morning. her skin was pale and her veins were strangely very visible throughout her face and arms. her uniform was tattered and ripped as if a struggle of some sort had taken place. her face had deep scratches that had drying blood pouring out of them. her eyes were not warm, they seemed to be greyed out and she seemed very rabid.
you stood there, horrified, as the lunch lady tore through the nurse’s clothes and body. you wanted to throw up as a bit of the nurse’s blood was unintentionally launched at you. the lunch lady dipped her head down to use her teeth to devour the nurse’s flesh in cold blood. you couldn’t even rack up a sob.
it was like something out of a horror movie. except this was real life.
before the lunch lady could even finish eating the nurse, you watched as the nurse’s body convulsed and thrashed violently before standing up on her own. her head was hung low and she seriously smelled disgusting.
you felt stuck as you watched both women stumble towards you before breaking out in full sprints. you flinched and shut your eyes tightly as you waited for your life to flash before them. it really felt like at any moment you would find yourself being eaten alive and convulsing into whatever monster that was.
but the feeling never came. instead, you felt your body crash against taehyun’s on the floor. the only thing you could hear was the door slam shut and the screeching and groaning of whatever the hell those people were outside as they tried to get through the door.
you opened your eyes slowly and noticed that yeonjun was to one to slam the door shut, it seems like taehyun had pulled you inside.
taehyun groaned, moving to stand, “what the hell was that?” you shook your head, now having time to process what you saw. “she ate her…s-she- her body,” you couldn’t even finish explaining as you broke out in tears. taehyun ran a soothing hand up and down your back.
yeonjun moved away from the door. there was a tiny window on the door so you guys could see that the monsters were still trying to get in. “what the hell are we gonna do! if we go outside they’ll tear us to shreds!” yeonjun too had tears streaming down his face. you have to admit you’d never seen him so vulnerable.
taehyun was the only one not crying. you could see tears in his wide eyes but they never fell. you figured he was trying to be the strong stable one in the group right now. “ok guys lets calm down. we don’t know if we’re the only people alive so we need to be careful.” taehyun explains.
you do really feel bad for him right now. you know he’s a year younger than you and yeonjun and him having to be the 'leader’ at this moment must be tough.
he sighs looking at the both of you. “if we wanna make it out of here alive…we’re gonna have to fight.”