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Blood scattered across the sidewalk. A tight grip on the others hair had formed, fist clenched, as the head was forced into the hard concrete again. Over, and over again. Bordering assassination, even first degree murder.
One gaze toward the wrong person had been enough to set him off. One lingering touch. One fucking breath too close to somewhere it shouldn’t have been. It was enough to make his knuckles bloodied and bruised. He never regretted it. Especially considering that Cheongsan didn’t care. He never did.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Gwinam would act the same way even when considered dead. Still equally as possessive over Cheongsan, even more violent. Even seeing as though Cheongsan was the one who quite literally caused this. Maybe it’d been hormones fucking with him even more now.
However, the main problem had been that Cheongsan now acts “scared” whenever he sees the others face. Part of that influence could be the current apocalypse, sure. But they both knew it ran deeper than that. His fuckass group he huddled himself around during this series were influencing his behavior incredibly. He had to act confused or scared, when all that ran between the two was obsession and thinly veiled hatred. Of course, all wrapped up in a box of “love”.
That bitch Onjo, however, had been number one on his hit list. He already had at least the mind to know Cheongsan had been having a crush on her since they first met. That much already pissed him off. But whenever she would see Gwinam in the hallways, she would quickly usher away Cheongsan as if she had something to hide. As if that hoe knew they were fucking.
Meanwhile, as Gwinam had been deep in his own thoughts, he heard a clattering coming from the closet of the current classroom he’d been ‘relaxing’ in, and the door knob slowly turned, and a girl stepped out. She looked guilty, yet terrified. He zeroed in closer onto her face, as much as he could considering he only had one working eye—courtesy of Cheongsan—and saw it had been Nayeon standing there.
Gwinam didn’t have much beef with her. They hooked up maybe once or twice while Cheongsan was on a power trip/moral high ground. Whatever stuff she had been currently holding went clattering to the ground. As if she wasn’t expecting anyone else to be there, let alone a guy she’d stopped messing with after she discovered his unhealthy obsession for Cheongsan. That hadn’t been Gwinam’s problem however.
Luckily, he was hungry. The last time he’d eaten was around two days ago, after getting over his initial distaste to eat any human. However, she could be helpful in a way. He’d seen her lingering around the group that Cheongsan had often aligned with. Too bad she’s alone now.
Maintaining eye contact with the obviously pissed Nayeon standing in the corner, Gwinam slowly got up from the chair he’d been currently leaning on. He walked closer, impossibly closer to her, and practically towered over her. He tilted his head, hands fisting in the pockets of his jacket. She gulped, and Gwinam could see beads of sweat building up.
“Nayeon. Haven’t seen you in quite a while. Avoiding me?” Gwinam said in a sing-songy voice, and Nayeon backed up as far as she could, before hitting a wall. Gwinam laughed, finding humor in such a shitty situation. “You seen Cheongsan around here anywhere?”
“If you want to kill him I wont help you.” She replies back, almost immediately. Gwinam pays attention to the “won’t” in that sentence, seeing as she definitely knows where he is, she just won’t tell him. Honestly, that was a bit infuriating.
“So you know where he is?” He says, slowly walking towards her while shes pinned against the wall, and watches as she slowly shrinks down. “Then do me a favor and tell me.”
“You know, it’d be better for you and that faggot to stop seeing each other, you know? Maybe he could grow a pair.” She replies back, voice a bit quiet yet defensive. Gwinam slowly goes from a mocking smile to a blank face. His head tilts, and he scoffs. He shoves his hand beside her head, cracking the wall a bit, and lowers his height down so his face is just over hers.
“Shit, you really can’t read the room, can you?” He says, his voice getting lower and even more threatening. She scoffs a tiny amount, nervously. Her eyes lower a bit before Gwinam spots some sort of recognition painting her face. Nayeon starts to visibly breathe harder, and he laughs. “It’s your lucky day, Nayeon. I’m a bit hungry, y’know?”
Gwinam watched as she tried to put distance between the two, which obviously didn’t work considering she was backed against a wall. She starts scrambling for whatever food she scavenged, in the midst of silently begging. Not to him, but to the world to let her go. He raises a hand, clutching her jaw in between a singular hand, and tilts it to the side in a sharp movement.
Nayeon practically starts dry heaving, repeating the word “no” over and over again as if she’s in some type of psychosis. Gwinam slowly sunk his teeth into her neck, taking a bite, and watched as her eyes slowly faded, as she dropped to the floor. Blood spilled from her neck, almost as if they’d been in some low budget horror movie, and her body finally stopped twitching.
Finally taking his eyes off of her dead and bloody body after a couple minutes, he sucked his teeth in annoyance. “Fucking disgusting, don’t know how I ever put up with that.” He muttered as he took out a phone that still had somewhat signal left, but was rapidly disappearing. He bent down and snatched the wired earbuds that had been in her pocket, and started playing music on his own phone. He grabbed a pack of gum off of her person as well as a pack of cigarettes, and pocketed them for himself. Gwinam scoffed as he walked away with it.
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Admittedly, it was a bit invigorating the minute he saw Cheongsan again in that hotel room as he’d been watching from the window. Well, as charming as the moment could be considering a guy had freshly finished running the meanest fade on him. Cheongsan was barely conscious, trying to hold onto a leg on the bed for support. The boy whimpering and gasping out of desperation should not have sounded as hot as it did. Gwinam’d been horny since the minute Cheongsan had left after making out with him in an empty classroom around a day before the apocalypse started. So sue him.
He kicked open the door the minute he’d gotten over listening to the noises (of pain, agony, and suffering) Cheongsan kept making. The guy snapped his head back at the door fast enough to give him whiplash, right as Cheongsan’s head hit the floor. Gwinam was quite beyond asking how the fuck Cheongsan got in this situation in the first damn place, but it certainly hadn’t been on his own will.
The guy took one look at his bloody face with an eye stabbed out, and a smile stained red, and got on his knees and started begging. This had definitely been a new one. Usually people just started sobbing for their life. Getting on knees was a new combo. Gwinam took one look at his sorry ass on the floor, and the attractive ass next to him, and smiled. All bloody and funky.
So right then and there, while ramming the guys head against the bedroom floor, he decided that if his plan were to go well, he’d turn Cheongsan into a halfbie (a word he heard one of Cheongsan’s groupies using), and if he actually turns correctly, the guy who’d momentarily stopped sobbing (speaking of which, he should probably let go of his head) would be used as a little snack for Cheongsan’s definite hunger.
Therefore, he ventured out of the hotel room once he realized the old bitch was clearly fucked over, just to find a rope. Once he did so, he tied every one of that guys limbs to a chair and stuffed him in a closet just in case some other zombie came rolling through, and carried Cheongsan into the nearby bathroom, setting him down inside the bathtub. Some blood started staining the once (semi) porcelain white bathtub. It was oddly endearing.
Getting a good enough look at him after this entire time, he slightly smiled out of pity. His eye had been stabbed, almost twinning Gwinam’s. The guy outside probably did that to him just because. He wondered how the fuck this entire situation even happened, but that was currently beyond his care. He shoveled through the bathroom cabinets looking for some first aid to help him out with his eye, before just deciding to use this pain killer injection he found a bit back. Well, more like licked that shit from an abandoned CVS.
But to be absolutely honest, no one really cared what heinous crimes he was pulling off when the world was literally coming to an end. The only crime he crossed off his list at this point was any sexual crime or animal abuse charge. He had no medical license or anything, so he was mostly going off of a stick and inject method. Probably not the best way to go about it, but it’ll make his eye hurt a lot less.
After decapping the needle, he injected and pulled some of the liquid out of the tiny bottle (looked like he was about to do heroin), and after clicking out air bubbles— because he had definitely seen the dudes he occasionally hangs out with doing whatever typa injectable drugs before—he slowly injects it into Cheongsan’s blood ridden eye. The others breath slightly hitched in his sleep, and Gwinam kept an eye on his reactions before continuing. He hoped he wasn’t allergic to this shit, even being that he definitely will never be able to use that eye again.
Eventually, he finished injecting and slowly pulled it out of his eye, grabbing a bandaid he kept in his pocket—which honestly he didn’t even know why he kept first aid considering he didn’t even need it—and sealed it over his eye. He bent down and lightly kissed the wound before added another white patch over it to keep it oozing out into the patch. The next step of this would probably be a bit risky. Hella risky, actually.
Slowly lifting his right arm to meet his mouth, he softly placed a kiss over it first. Nothing too far unfortunately, he didn’t really know how the other felt about somnophilia…or whatever the hell. Considering the other spent the past month and a half actively avoiding him. Probably because of those bitch ass friends. He whispered a word of “sorry, sannie.” before biting his arm slightly, just enough to break skin and leak his infected dna into the other. This could’ve been a potentially horrendous idea, but it’s better than letting him die.
Gwinam kissed the spot where he bit once again, and slowly rose to his feet. He took out an empty cigarette box from his backpack, and then a pen—because in his defense he has no idea where the hell he keeps getting these random ass items—and writes a little note on the back of the box. He slings the backpack he’d been carrying with all his other miscellaneous items he probably boosted by robbing convenience stores and pharmacy’s, and walks out the bathroom, closing it completely and placing the box on the dresser.
Watching as zombies piled up the door the minute he left the motel room, he scoffed. Just put his earbuds in and started playing music he pirated off of a stolen ipod. He didn’t exactly know how he managed to keep charging it, but as long as it still worked. He had to abandon his phone a bit ago, another crazy bitch started babbling about an instagram post and unfortunately his phone was destroyed in the process. It was probably something of his friends doings. Well.. dudes he hung out with. He wouldn’t necessarily consider them “friends.”
He lit a cigarette using a lighter he boosted off of the potentially dead man, and slowly puffed it in and out. Fuck, he really did not think about the scale of his actions. Cheongsan could’ve just been turned into a crazy ass mindless zombie or someone who wouldn’t stand to look at him anymore. Well, to be fair, Cheongsan was never the most touchy guy. At least with Gwinam.
Gwinam slowly walked on the abandoned and desolate streets, in no real rush seeing as though the only people who rolled around here was the military occasionally. Even so, Gwinam or any other humanoid zombie literally couldn’t be killed, but he really didn’t feel like getting lit on fire.
He’d slowly learned to find a new home in the abandoned school. Everyone left was a zombie or a corpse that died hiding without any food. Sad, really. But he guessed it was like that bullshit he learned in science, where only certain people would be fit to survive. Cheongsan would know. He always knew.
God he missed him.
Which is why his eyes slightly widened when he saw the other walk through the top floors door, or the roof. He looked disoriented, sure, but he looked human. The risk he took…worked. He exhaled the puff that had currently been sitting in his mouth, and turned to face the other. He watched as Cheongsan’s eyes squinted before finally recognizing him after sharing a quick greeting.
The words that followed, of course, were nothing but anger and confusion. But… better than nothing considering the only time he’s heard his voice in the past few months was by stalking him and his group mates, hearing slight whimpers of pain, or ghosts of whispers. Of course, he did what he needed to do. He initiated a kiss. A quick one, just to see if Cheongsan would reciprocate. If the other still memorized the touch of his lips. A breathy sigh followed soon after as Cheongsan started to move his lips, melting into it.
Cheongsan’s hands fisted into his shirt as Gwinam’s left hand moved down to grab his waist while the other hand held his jaw. It felt even more amazing than the last time they kissed. Maybe because of the months of built up tension. The type that slowly eats you alive. Slowly, and slowly.
Maybe he was a bit too eager to be doing this, seeing as though about fifteen minutes later he had Cheongsan pinned under him against a desk in an empty classroom. Muffled noises coming from the two. Gwinam moved his jaw to the side to kiss down the others neck. Once he did, Cheongsan scanned the room. Must’ve noticed all the sorrow and agony building up in this place. But he just looked with a…blank expression. That was a bit… odd.
Considering Cheongsan was the type of person to cry towards the ending of almost every single movie he’s ever watched, just to go completely blank when he turns? Well, not completely. Just slightly desensitized. It’d been sad. He couldn’t decide whether it had been the world outside that fucked him up or the bite. He chose to leave it alone and continued kissing, seeing as though biting might’ve been a bad option right now.
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They both laid on top of a bed inside of Gwinam’s emptied out classroom formed into a makeshift bedroom. The mattress specifically had been something he boosted from a Macy’s a couple weeks back. Cheongsan slept on his side as Gwinam’s arm loosely draped over the others waist, head buried in the neck. Oddly domestic, but who the fuck cared??
At this point in time, Gwinam started to ponder. More than he had been doing before, per say. Halfbies couldn’t die. He’d seen the theory tested one too many times before. Something about genes changing so they are technically considered alive and dead at all times. At least he had Cheongsan with him, finally. It’s been so long since he had someone else with him. Even before the apocalypse.
He already began planning how he was going to kill each and every one of his last living friends. Except for Su-Hyeok, maybe. He’d been an ex-friend and the only one with balls to actually quit that toxic ass friend group. Gwinam should’ve done that long ago. But here he was instead, killing them all off systematically after turning into this crazy ass zombie breed. It hadn’t been his business anymore, anyways. At least he still got his licks back
Gwinam also loved the blank face he spotted on Cheongsan while brutally murdering his “girlfriend.” Gave him fuel. Hopefully it remains. Maybe it won’t. Love doesn’t always last forever. If that’s what you can even call this. He’ll be happy if it at least goes somewhere.
spoiler alert : their love does remain. well love, obsession, same diff. at least that’s what Gwinam liked to tell himself. Cheongsan did care, however. Just didn’t show it directly. Maybe eventually.