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Sitting upon the boy's shoulders, Mi-jin and the archer cling to the window seals to catch a glimpse of the outside. Meanwhile, the pair of siblings stay back allowing them to quench their curiosity.
"Shit. There are so many zombies," Mi-jin marvels at the swarm placed in the field.
"We're so screwed," Iseul sings as she tugs her hoodie. Soon the two descend as the boys bend to let their feet brace the floor.
"What do we do?" The pitiful boy asks.
"We sacrifice someone," Iseul rubs her hands evilly winking at the off-put boy.
"No." Mi-jin glanced at her before replying, "First, do you have a cigarette?"
"Don't give that shit to her," Iseul points threateningly at the archers.
"I don't smoke," the archer responds in a bored manner.
"Damn, you totally look like a smoker," she mutters in disappointment before glancing toward the younger male. "What about you?"
"I don't smoke."
"Don't mess with me," she responds thinking it's a joke.
"I don't!" He raises his voice hoping the girl will leave him be.
"Is that how you talk to a senior? Want to die?" Mi-jin provokes him. His confidence peaks as he stands to loom over her.
"Whatever. Look who's talking."
"You better fucking sit back down," Iseul approaches him with a scowl. "What you bout to do?" The male backs up feeling outnumbered.
Iseul's scowl simmers down into a smirk hearing the elder archer speak. "Hey, who taught you to talk like that to a senior?"
The silence remains as his eyes dart and bounce around the room in embarrassment. Wishing a zombie would come and shift the focus from his mistake. "Sorry," he mutters to his teammate.
Mi-jin's head swivels, "Hey, I'm the one you should be apologizing to. Athletes are all douchebags. Fuck."
"Hey!" Iseul pouts as she too plays a sport.
"Watch your mouth." The female archer orders as she grows tired of the countless amount of profanities thrown in the air.
"Watch your body." Mi-jin retorts whilst seeing Iseul begin to wrap her raven locks in a rubber band as she prepares to back her up. Though it makes her heart sting and head throb to admit it, she loves it when the rowdy girl sticks up for her.
"Must you guys fight right now?" Jun-seong whines as Iseul eyes him down from the side. "Don't you have brains? Are you babies?"
"Shut up." Iseul remarks not giving one damn about his demeaning words.
"Sorry," he squeaks watching Iseul yank a broom into her possession.
"Let's get out of here." She proposes.
"How can we leave? They'll eat us all if they see us." Jun-seong counters.
"Not all of us," Iseul says sweetly, "I said we could sacrifice someone." Iseul winks at Jun-seong leaving the male with a swarming feeling of intimidation.
"If you want to leave, go by yourself. I'm not going." Jun-seong stands his ground hoping they'd listen to his words.
"What about you?" Mi-jin nods to the archers.
"Don't ask. I'll do whatever I feel like." The senior quips.
"Damn. What a cold bitch," Mi-jin mutters as the group begins to separate and tackle their own tasks. She turns to include the stagnant girl who is lost on a ride with her train of thoughts.
"Hey," Mi-jin's feet shuffle toward Iseul as her voice snaps her back to the moment.
Iseul's teeth clench onto her bottom lips before releasing it, as her mind arrives at the chosen decision. Iseul's hand clamps down on Mi-jin's sleeve as she drags her to the barren area where the sinks reside.
"Ya, what are you doing?" Mi-jin yanks her arm free.
Her aggression dies down as she studies the facial expression Iseul currently displays.
"Mi-jin, you can't keep avoiding me forever, I'm not joking anymore. Why... why did you do it." The girl's trembling voice delivers her hushed plea.
"I told you, it doesn't matter. I need to go help Jun-seong make weapons. Move." Mi-jin's voice deflates as her face goes blank.
"No, I need this. Now. Fucking tell me why!" Iseul's pitch matches her rising emotions. Mi-jin breathes deeply before lifting her head and facing Iseul with a gaze full of guilt and discomfort.
"Iseul... I felt like I didn't deserve you. With my temper, you know how I am. You don't deserve that." She whispers through trembling fists.
A frustrated laugh rumbles through Iseul's chest, "That's not a fucking answer! You know how many times that's been fucking used!? If you're going to lie, be fucking original about it!"
"I was overwhelmed, okay!? With school and everything! I didn't want you to deal with that!"
"That's not your decision to make! I fucking told you I loved you, you don't walk away from me without saying anything!"
"I know I'm sorry... I don't know how to fucking say it!" Mi-jin admits. "I didn't want you to have to deal with me, you deserve better."
"You should've told me instead of leaving me," Iseul urges her point as she closes the distance between their tense bodies. "And I don't care what you think I deserve right now, I want you."
The newly, coursing courage leads Mi-jin to find physical comfort and lock their palms together. The returning emotions cause her to rush toward Iseul to connect their plush lips.
As the connection lingers, Iseul pulls back nervously. "I feel like we need to process this," her words trail off as she hurries leaving Mi-jin caught between their past and their uncertain future.
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