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how it all went wrong (and what went right) || Part 1

Pairing(s): Woosan, Seongsang, Yungi

Genre: ?? Not even sure what to call this?? mild fluff and idk what else

Word Count: 3000+

Warnings: bc this is a zombie au, there will probably be some mildly gory descriptions, moderate violence, and who knows what else?? but everything will be tagged here!

Author Note: y’all,,,, i literally wrote this in one night,,,, and i’m so excited to actually be posting it!! i got inspired to write this after reading “kenopsia” by skz_jpeg on ao3, which i 100% recommend!! anyways this probably won’t be super long of a series, but it’ll probably be somewhere between 10 and 20 parts?? i’m not 100% sure yet tho!!

it’s hard to forget where you were when tragedy struck, even after years pass.

when it started, yeosang was at his favorite department store, browsing the racks one minute, and locked in the manager’s office the next. his savior, a boy in red by the name of seonghwa, told him that he was mere feet away from the undead.

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even at night, the city of seoul was almost always bustling with people. whether they were just getting off work, or just going to work, just going shopping or coming home from a night of drinking, there were always people lining the streets. bars would be open, music blasting onto the streets every time the front door opened. businesses would have their lights on, workers dozing off behind desks and counters as they worked the midnight shift. corner stores were always open, their bright signs flashing “open!” at anyone who happened to pass by.

however, yeosang had never seen the seoul streets this empty and quiet. then again, he had never walked home in the dead of night with a machete clutched in one hand, and a stranger’s hand in the other. he had also never faced death in the face of the undead, but it turns out that there’s a first time for everything.

it had been peaceful, the late night crowds in the underground mall slowly dissipating as yeosang leisurely browsed the racks of his favorite department store at a quarter to midnight, just a few hours before the store would close. he had been in the underground mall for hours at this point, but had come out of nearly every store empty-handed, but he swore that that wouldn’t be the case with this one. although the mall was clearing out, there was still loud chatter in the hallways that enveloped the building. he assumed that the shrieks fading into the distance were due to a celebrity or something showing up, and continued on his search for new clothing. because his paycheck had been rather large this time around and he had money to spare, he decided to treat himself for once. he had an armful of clothes, and was just turning around to check out when a voice shouted “look out” not even a foot away from him, and he turned to see a person. but no, it wasn’t just any person. it was someone wearing the store’s uniform, presumably once an employee, but judging by the chunk of flesh missing from their neck, the sickly color of their skin, and the blood that stained their shirt, it could be assumed that they were no longer alive enough to be employed.

there was a tug on his wrist, and he watched the person - zombie? undead? - lurch dangerously close to where he was just standing. he was pulled back into a solid chest at the same time as a wooden pole appeared in the corner of his eye, smacking the undead on the side of the head, causing it to lose balance and tumble to the floor, which bought them just enough time to bolt for the manager's office. they were lucky, yeosang thought, at the metal door swung open with ease and soon clicked closed behind them. there was a small window up near the top of the door, which they watched through as the undead seemed to lose sight of them and wandered off. for a brief moment, yeosang compared the being to a baby, considering that it seemed to have the same concept of object permanence as one. he shook his head at the thought, watching the being stumble between the racks and out the front of the shop, presumably to look for another victim. a loud sigh of relief made reminded him of the other presence in the room, a bleach blond boy slumping against the wall next to the door. yeosang remained standing and studied him curiously, eyes raking over the unfamiliar face for a second before the boy looked up and they made eye contact -- and suddenly yeosang couldn’t look away. piercing, almost ashy green eyes held his gaze, the color unnatural but suiting the stranger. the firetruck red hoodie that covered his upper half was striking against his hair, the combo obviously very carefully put together to attract attention. the two sat in silence for a few moments, just studying one another, before the stranger was hauling himself back to his feet with the help of the wooden pole still clutched in his hand. his free hand was soon extended to yeosang, and he was introducing himself as seonghwa.

yeosang soon learned that the country was in a state of emergency. some sort of scientific outbreak had occurred, and soon, people were dying and coming back to life, but only halfway, resulting in beings like the one they had just seen. seonghwa informed him that the mall was crawling with them, but that it would be good for them to get out as soon as possible. yeosang nodded in response, before suggesting that the two of them stick together and go back to yeosang’s apartment, where they would likely be safer than out in the open. seonghwa readily agreed, and soon they were setting out. just before they left the store, however, yeosang headed to the back and grabbed one of the biggest backpacks he could find, and shoved some of the more useful clothes that he was planning on buying into it. after looking around and making sure the store was clear, he ordered seonghwa to go find either a leather jacket or a denim one. his only reply to the confused look he got was a deadpan one in return. “denim and leather are hard to bite through, and these things are humans, with human teeth.” he quietly informed him, getting an understanding nod in return. they split up but stayed within a few feet of one another, as yeosang shoved his arms through the sleeves of a denim jacket, and tossed a leather one into the backpack. just a few rows over, he saw seonghwa doing the same. he hissed that they needed to hurry, and the other nodded, before they joined up to exit the store.

they were lucky, somehow managing to make it to a camping supply store without seeing a single undead. they ducked inside, splitting up to find supplies to take home, since yeosang had mentioned that he didn’t have a lot of things that they would need. he figured that if the world ever sorted itself out, he’d keep a tally of what they stole - borrowed - and pay for it when everything was right again. seonghwa came back with his own bag, full of things that they would need if the electricity went out, or they ran out of food, and supplies to purify water if they needed to. yeosang was in the middle of unboxing a pocket knife, which he then used to cut the packaging on a machete. the pocket knife was stuffed into his jacket pocket, and seonghwa shoved another packaged machete into his bag before saying they needed to leave.

as they were navigating their way out of the mall, yeosang suddenly pulled seonghwa into a beauty supply store. seonghwa went to question him, but yeosang just pulled him to the side of the door into a small cubby-like space, pressing the two of them together and pressing a finger to his lips. they heard stumbling footsteps over the sound of their breathing, followed by a short moan that quickly dissipated as the figure passed. yeosang checked quickly to make sure it had passed, before venturing further into the store and gesturing for seonghwa to follow him. it wasn’t long before they stumbled across one of the undead at the back of the store, where yeosang was pulling down a box what appeared to be the same dye he used to achieve the blush colored hair he currently sported, as well as one that seonghwa assumed was his natural - or as close to natural as he could get - hair color to cover it up with. after the undead was taken care of and the dyes were in yeosang’s backpack, and he had finally convinced seonghwa to grab what he needed to maintain his own platinum blond hair (“it looks good on you! you have to keep it!” yeosang had rambled on excitedly at the prospect of helping seonghwa with his hair), the two continued to make their way out, the contents of their bags rattling slightly with every step. seonghwa cursed as they had to take out another undead before finally hitting the escalators, which hadn’t shut off just yet. they rode in silence, standing as close to each other as they could and watching each other’s back.

the sirens that blared got louder and louder the closer they got to the surface, and yeosang idly wondered why he couldn’t hear even a hint of them while he was in the store. when they finally got out of the mall, they found the streets empty and near void of life. the moans of the undead could be heard from where they were, so they decided to speed up their pace, even just a little bit. just a few blocks from yeosang’s apartment building, they were just passing by a supermarket when seonghwa pulled them inside, pulling the same maneuver as yeosang had just a few hours before, at the sight of a zombie about a mile away. he shushed yeosang quickly, keeping an eye out for the undead to pass them by. they were lucky it hadn’t noticed the automatic doors that had slid open at their appearance, and remained open as they stood next to it.

yeosang finally breathed a sigh of relief as seonghwa finally pulled himself away, before looking around, trying to ignore the flush on his cheeks from their proximity. sure, it was okay when yeosang had done it to seonghwa, but the other way around had a feeling bubbling up in yeosang’s stomach that he didn’t like. the building seemed quiet, and the two of them exchanged glances. “should we grab a cart or two and take some of this back to your place? before somebody else raids it?” seonghwa suggested quietly, eying the carts just past the door to their right. yeosang shrugged, agreeing that it might be a good idea.

since it was the dead of night and the country was considered under a state of emergency, it was assumed that most people would be holed up inside their apartments and houses under morning, at the very least. with a nod, they grabbed two of the shopping carts and started walking up and down the aisles. seonghwa stocked his full of bottled water, checking it often to make sure that it wasn’t too heavy to push down the street and to get into an elevator. yeosang’s was soon full of canned goods and other things that wouldn’t spoil quickly, along with little things for them to snack on in the meantime, things that they may not be able to enjoy for long. he also stocked up on various vitamins, telling seonghwa that having a stronger immune system may help them in the long run. seonghwa nodded in agreement, before also throwing bottles of shampoo into yeosang’s cart, “just in case”, he said. just as their quiet ‘shopping trip’ was coming to an end, they heard the automatic doors open and froze in their spot. footsteps echoed around the store, but there wasn’t a moan to be heard - therefore, it had to be somebody alive that was inhabiting the store with them. yeosang and seonghwa were soon back to back, wielding their respective weapons as they watched either end of the aisle with bated breath, waiting for either friend or foe to pop out.

a silver haired boy, and a black haired boy with red highlights appeared from behind the endcap, one of them holding a hand basket while the other wielded a kitchen knife. with his free hand, seonghwa, who was facing the two boys, tapped yeosang’s upper thigh to signal for him to turn around. the two groups finally took notice of one another, the silver haired boy nearly shrieking in surprise. the black haired boy quickly covered his mouth, shushing him quietly. “we’re not here to hurt you or raid you, we’re just trying to stock up before everyone else does. we can’t get back into our apartment, our building is surrounded in the undead and they’re walking the hallways, too, so this is our only shot.” the black haired boy explained quickly and quietly, letting his hand drop from the other boy’s mouth, and letting it drop to intertwine with the other’s. before yeosang could reply, seonghwa had already blurted out that they could follow them to yeosang’s apartment, and they could figure it out in the morning. the two boys exchanged glances, while yeosang was sputtering indignantly, yanking seonghwa to the end of the aisle and out of sight for a minute, completely disregarding their carts.

seonghwa raised an eyebrow, and yeosang took a deep breath before finally speaking a proper sentence. “you can't just invite people into my home!” he hissed, trying to make sure the others couldn't hear him. seonghwa sent him a deadpan look, before gesturing down to himself. at the realization that he was being slightly hypocritical, yeosang sighed, a hand drifting up and fingers rubbing at his temples. “it's different with you. you saved me, and i owe you.” he whispered, eyes closing as he tried to distract himself. why exactly did he so willingly offer up his home to a stranger?

the answer came to him in the form of the butterflies that reeled in his stomach when seonghwa grabbed his hand with one of his own, pulling it away from his face at the same time that his free hand reached out to cup yeosang’s chin and make him face the other. “then let them stay with us, and we'll be even. tomorrow, when they leave, it'll just be us again and we'll be fine.” seonghwa tried to soothe him, rubbing his thumb over yeosang’s cheek, who leaned into the touch.

it took a second for yeosang to relent, nodding into seonghwa’s palm. he heard the other laugh, and allowed himself to be pulled closer into a tight embrace before they headed back to the other two, acting as though nothing had happened. the two boys watched them nervously, the silver haired boy fiddling with his fiance's fingers to distract himself.

“if you get a cart and help us stock up, you can come home with us.” yeosang relayed to them quickly, and the two rushed off to get a cart, only after introducing themselves. the black haired boy was san, and the silver-haired boy was his fiance, wooyoung. it turned out that they lived just a block or two away from yeosang, thankfully far enough that they didn’t worry about seeing the undead that flocked their building. it wasn’t until nearly an hour later that they found themselves standing in front of yeosang’s apartment building. they had to abandon their carts several times during the walk home, hiding in doorways and behind pillars until the threat had passed, somehow managing to make it back in one piece. yeosang was the first to go up, taking the elevator to his floor and checking to make sure that it was clear before riding back down and guiding the rest up to his apartment. soon enough, they had managed to fit the three carts in the doorway, and were unpacking the supplies. “we need to find some way to board up the windows, just in case.” yeosang piped up from the kitchen, where he was stacking canned food in the cabinets. even though they were on the third floor, there was still a possibility of something - or someone - getting in through the window.

“and we should figure out how to rig up the hallway so nothing else can get down here.” san replied from the small dining room, where he was pushing the carts together near the window and going to join yeosang in the kitchen. wooyoung and seonghwa were quietly conversing as they unpacked the other supplies that seonghwa and yeosang had collected, as well as some little things that they managed to save from their apartment. soon enough, the four of them were gathered in the living room, where they quickly whipped up a list of things that they still needed, which included, but wasn’t limited to: sleeping bags, maybe air mattresses if they were lucky, along with other things like more matches and candles, batteries, a radio, and a few other things. they made themselves comfortable, yeosang pulling a blanket down from his closet for san and wooyoung, who had taken refuge on the couch. seonghwa had already said that he would be sleeping on the floor next to yeosang’s bed, “for safety reasons”. yeosang had rolled his eyes, a bright flush painting his cheeks as he pushed seonghwa away. moonlight still flooded in through the windows, signaling to them that sunrise was still a few hours away, and they had time to catch a little bit of shut-eye before it was time to figure out a plan.

yeosang woke sometime a little bit later with a racing heart and a scream hovering in the back of his throat, one that he barely managed to hold back. it seemed that either he had already made noise in his sleep, or seonghwa was just that light of a sleeper, considering that the other sat up quickly and glanced around, eyes falling on yeosang’s shiver ridden form. with a small noise, he crawled into bed next to yeosang, pulled the boy to his chest and soothing the boy with gentle strokes of his hands over his hair and back. seonghwa smiled as the boy melted into his chest, and found himself falling asleep again with yeosang’s fingers wrapped in his shirt.

san and wooyoung slept peacefully in the living room, wooyoung pressed into the back of the sofa. it was a good arrangement, considering that wooyoung got cold easily in the night, and san too hot.

silence once again draped over the apartment like a blanket as the people inside finally all fell into a deep sleep, to ease the tired they felt in their bones.

they were woken just a few hours later at the sound of frantic pounding on the door and screams for help.

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