where do we go now?

Everyone knew Jack was a superstar, with broadcasters calling him “otherworldly” whenever he made a goal from an impossible angle. To being the main comparison between his brothers, despite being the middle child. Not to mention with his semi-documentary videos on youtube that showed countless amounts of praise. The hype for Jack was never ending. 

Which gave everyone who desired him a high standard of  what it’d be like to be his. Or what it would be like to have sex with him. Some were disappointed with what they had received from the struggling hockey player. Though, nothing was ever permanent with him. 

Until Juliette had come around. A hopeless romantic who knew what Jack was going through. With her athletic popularity, every man had expected highly of her. Never expecting that athletic confidence to wear down as they had relaxed in her luxurious home. Only ever expecting that hot and cocky confidence to stay on forever, not for her to melt down into an actual human being. 

Jack was the only person in a really long time to see her as she was. Not daring to flee when she had reduced herself to skin and bone, dressed in nothing but a long shirt. Only admiring her natural state, taking the empty side on her bed. Holding her in such a way that made her almost believe in love again. Mainly because he didn’t slide his hand down into the depths of her legs, neither did they wander up towards her breasts. His arms had remained wrapped around her body, face buried in the crevice of her neck. Inhaling the sweet scents of her signature perfume. 

Juliette soaked in the precious night she had spent with him, rolling out of bed the next morning. Barely even noticing the faint aroma of cinnamon pancakes, when she had, she gravitated towards the scent. Shocked to see a shirtless man cooking breakfast for her. As her previous boyfriends had relied on her like children.

“Good morning” Juliette had softly greeted him, taking a seat at the kitchen island chairs

“Mornin’ Jules” Jack had softly replied, shooting the girl a soft smile

“Having pancakes for breakfast?” She questioned, tip-toeing around the ‘w’ word

“I made enough for the both of us, I promise i’ll clean all this up” Jack gently swore, a cautious expression on his face as he had now realized what he had done

“Oh no, that’s fine. You don’t have to” Juliette had waved off, chuckling as she thought of the situation she was in

“I got it. But try these” Jack said whilst pushing a plate stacked with three fluffy pancakes

“Okay” Juliette smiled, grabbing the syrup beside her

Jack had stared at the woman in front of him intensely, praying that she would love what he had made. Watching her lips as she chewed with a closed mouth, searching for micro expressions that could give him an answer. Instead he was faced with embarrassment as Juliette was looking straight at him as he admired her lips. Giggling as she noticed the pink flush on his tan cheeks. Pinching herself as Jack’s presence alone had shocked her, now he was truly enchanting her with his cooking. 

“This is phenomenal” Juliette had smiled, holding her pancake piled fork towards Jack

“Really?” Jack questioned before taking a bite, his eyes widening one he started chewing “This tops every breakfast I’ve ever had”

“Don’t get too cocky now” Juliette giggled, eating more

“C’mon let me have this, Quinn can’t even cook like this” Jack continued

“Quinn probably could” Juliette dared to say, intentionally wanting Jack close

Which she had successfully achieved, with his slow walk towards her seat, she immediately parted her legs to make room for him. Engaging in a staring contest that seemed to never end, as Juliette had used the cheat code of zoning out on a particular feature. Making Jack forfeit as he deemed the game ‘impossible’. 

“It was quite easy” Juliette boasted, leaning back into her chair comfortably 

“Oh yeah?” Jack had questioned in an unfamiliar tone, his pitch much desperate than ever

“Yeah” Juliette had reciprocated the energy, intentionally squeezing her thighs around his

“Let's try this then, Jules” Jack said in a lower tone, lowering himself as well “Open your legs for me, doll”

“What are you gonna do baby?” Juliette questioned with slight worry, not over the situation, but of what task he’s gonna hand her

“If you can keep your eyes on me that well, let’s take it to another level. Test how good you really are at that, how easy it is” He smiled beneath you, resting on his one knee

“It’s gonna be so easy, baby” She teased, slouching in her seat smoothly

“Can I” Jack softly questioned, gently bundling his fingers around the hem of her shirt 

“Yes” She told him breathless, holding his hand at her stomach as a stopping point

“I’m gonna start slow, okay? I want you to keep those pretty eyes on me, alright? Tell me when it’s too much” Jack reassured, lowering his face between her thighs

Juliette normally had nothing beneath her large shirt, nor did she bother to put anything under the night before. Jack understood her, so he would never engage if they weren’t on the same terms. As of now, they were on the exact same level. 

Jack wasn’t lying when he said he’d take it slow. Flattening his tongue and circling her aching clit, sending her into a frenzy of need. With pleas to go faster, he stuck to his word. Progressively speeding up his pace as her arousal had gotten all over his mouth, letting him easily slide a finger into her aching core. Eliciting a long and scratchy moan from the woman above him. 

“Keep those eyes on me, okay?” Jack reassured, watching her eyes become heavy lidded

Continuing to pump his one digit in and out of her, whilst flexing his tongue into circling her clit. Moving in sync with his own movements, sending a feeling of pure bliss to the woman he accidentally caught feelings for. Hooking his finger at the spongy area that had made her melt, removing his mouth from her as to take a breather. Kissing her inner thigh between breaths as he prepared her for another digit. This time, watching her face as he added another finger, humming in affirmation towards her pulsing cunt. Allowing her to adjust to his large fingers. 

“Jack” She panted “Oh my god”

“Come on, doll. Focus” Jack encouraged

“Shit” She moaned

Jack had continued the same movements once he had placed his mouth back on her clit. Humming onto the sensitive bud as he sucked lightly, giving her another wave of pleasure. Eventually sending her off into an orgasm after a good while. Holding his bare chest close once he wiped his mouth from her arousal. Kissing her with positive affirmations leaving his mouth. 

“Do you want to nap or do you want to freshen up, my love?” Jack questioned softly, massaging your legs as you pondered

“Can we just go to my room?” Juliette questioned softly, holding onto the back of his neck as he carried her a koala

“You okay, doll?” Jack questioned as he laid her down

“Can you lay with me?” She questioned, patting the spot beside her, quickly getting under the covers

All Juliette had wanted was for him to be close, to see him face to face without any rules set. So when he had found his spot next to her, she immediately clung to him. 

“Jack” She whispered

“Yes, doll?” He whispered back, pulling her close to his body

“I want you inside of me” She purposely whispered into his ear

Jack froze, backing away to see her face. Juliette was a hundred percent serious, kissing his neck as a form of plea. Which he had followed, all he ever wanted to do was pleasure her in the way she wanted. Removing his sweats and boxers, kicking them off the bed and pulling Juliette close again. Removing the precum that had leaked from his tip and lining himself up with her entrance. Pushing in slowly, sending the woman who clung to him into another state of pleasure she hadn’t felt. Though she’s had sex before, she just wasn’t so into it. 

Juliette had allowed him to go deep inside of her, resting a hand on his chest as she adjusted to his size. Taking the enunciative of moving her hips, starting the rock of his.  Causing both of their jaws to slack as they moved in sync, keeping that slow pace Jack had promised. 

The two didn’t progress from that pace, keeping it slow. Savoring the feeling of one another kept close, in one another’s hold, and masking another in one’s scent. With their foreheads touching as Juliette’s leg was wrapped around his torso, it seemed like they weren’t going to move from the position. Sharing loud kisses that echoed the room, to small moans that were kept between each other. Their highs were evidently coming quickly, grasping onto one another as they sped up the pace. Making the bed frame bounce off the wall in loud thumps and moans echo throughout her house, the ending was sweet. 

Jack couldn’t seem to let go of her, sealing his lips to hers for every moment he had a breath in him. Letting the oxytocin run through their bodies, giving them even more attachment towards each other. Alluding their clarity of what had just happened. Only wanting more of one another. Yet, they had cleaned up and had just fallen asleep naked beside each other. Though the idea of cock warming was brought up, they also were fully aware to take it slow.

“It’s pretty cold, isn’t it?” Ha Kyungmi, the girlfriend of your cousin and Heeseung’s friend, Sunghoon, perched herself right next to you in the stands.

“Heeseung gave me his jersey.”

Kyungmi smirks, letting her hands feel the material of the jersey you have on. “You lucky bitch!” She says, making you giggle. “Heeseung’s never lent someone his jersey before, that’s how you know he’s serious.”

“That’s good to know,” your eyes look back into the ice, seeing your boyfriend and Sunghoon competing to see who was the fastest.

“You hear that breakout that’s been happening in Busan?” Kyungmi digs in her sweater pockets, pulling out her phone. “It’s reaching Seoul. My mom told me about it yesterday.”

You read over the article that Kyungmi shows you on her phone, something about a deadly outbreak that’s been contaminating the people of Korea. It had started in Busan, and it was making its way to Seoul now.

“Hey!” The voice of your boyfriend makes you snap out of your daze. Heeseung makes his way towards you along with Sunghoon, pulling off their skates as they tossed it against the wall.

“You look pretty,” Heeseung leans in to give your cheek a sloppy kiss, one that has Sunghoon pretending to gag at. “What are you gagging at Hoon? As if that’s not you and your girlfriend all the time.”

Sunghoon raises his hand in mock surrender, interlocking his hand with Kyungmi. “It’s weird seeing you kiss my cousin dude!” He says. “We’re gonna go to the cafeteria if you guys want to meet us there later.”

You glance at your phone, realizing there was only 15 minutes of lunch left.

“Sure, we’ll meet you there man.” Heeseung gives Sunghoon a pat on the back before intertwining his hand with yours, pulling you closer to him despite already being in close proximity.”

“Were you cold?” He asks, concerned bambi eyes making you bite your lip.

“No I wasn’t Seungie.” You lean your head on his shoulder, his thumb rubbing your fingers as the two of you stayed in silence for a bit. “We should probably meet with Sunghoon and Kyungmi before lunch ends.”

“Yeah.” The two of you stand up, making your way out of the ice rink. Thankfully for your growling stomach, your school’s cafeteria was only a few meters away.

“There they are!” Kyungmi waves the two of you over, “I told you buying 2 extra sandwiches was a good idea!”

“Okay okay, sorry baby.” Sunghoon says. “Took you guys forever.”

“It was 5 minutes Hoon,” Heeseung rolls his eyes, thanking Kyungmi as she passed you two your sandwiches. “I really don’t want to go to Ms. Jung’s class. She’ll be the death of me.”

Suddenly, there’s a scream, one that is so horrid that it makes your boyfriend drop the glass cup of orange juice he was holding.

“What’s happening?!” Heeseung says, standing up immediately. He wraps his arm around your waist, eyes widening when he sees students panicking all around.

“Quick, Mr. Jeon’s class is nearby!” Sunghoon pulls the three of you towards a classroom. Inside was about 10 other students, whom of which looked like they were on high alert.

“Yah,” one of the guys said, suddenly standing up. You recognize him as Yoo Hanbin, one of your classmates from biology during your tenth year. “Are you guys bitten? Show us your neck and arms.”

“Bitten?” Heeseung scoffs, pulling you closer to him.

“They don’t know what’s happening Hanbin.” One of his friends says calmly. “They’re probably just scared like us. Close the door, hurry.”

Hanbin snarls, but he obliges. He ushers the four of you in, closing the door in a rush. He then places the teacher’s large wooden desk against it with the help of the other students.

“What’s going on?” Kyungmi asks, flinching when a sudden bang comes from the door.

“Quick! Move more desks!” Despite not knowing what the hell was happening, you helped Hanbin and the others place all the desks against Mr. Jeon’s room.

“There’s an apocalypse,” Hanbin’s friend answers after you all catch your breath. “Haruto.” He introduces himself after.

“Apocalypse?” Heeseung’s grip on your hand is suddenly tighter. “What? You mean like a zombie apocalypse Haruto?”

“I didn’t believe it either,” Hanbin slides his body down against the wall tiredly, lifting up his sleeves to show you his arm. “At first.”

It was bloody and looked like it hurt badly.

“I was in the piano room when it happened. Seolhee’s cries were all I could hear before I heard them. Their growls.” Hanbin shakes his head, looking down at the ground. “I tried saving her—but I couldn’t. One of them tried to bite me before I slashed them across the face with the piano chair. I ran so fast that I fell on the way to Mr. Jeon’s room, that’s where the cut came from.”

You can’t help but send the poor boy a look of pity, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden information.

“Is this about the outbreak?” Kyungmi suddenly speaks up. “The one we read about, remember Y/N? Is it the one from Busan causing all of this?”

Haruto solemnly nods, and that’s enough for you to let out a small cry.

Heeseung wraps his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his chest. “Sh, it’s alright.”

But it wasn’t.

You and Heeseung huddle up together against one of the corners of the room alongside Kyungmi and Sunghoon, trying to generate as much heat as possible.

With the whole city in ruins by now, you knew electricity would be gone soon, you just hoped it would be gone in the morning instead of night.

“We’re almost out of water.” Haruto says, getting up suddenly. One of the girls, who you recognize as Ryujin gets up with him.

If you weren’t stuck in a zombie apocalypse, you would’ve gushed over how much they complimented one another. Ryujin was the star tennis player who looked like she hated everybody, but the way she looks at Haruto showed that she more than tolerated him.

“You seriously aren’t thinking..?” Ryujin pulls Haruto back by his arm. “You can’t go by yourself to get water!”

“I’ll go with him.”

For all the years you’ve known Sunghoon, he’s never been as brave as he was now. You could tell Kyungmi was scared out of her mind, grabbing onto his hand as her lips quivered.

“It’s too dangerous! We’ll live without water for now!”

“Don’t be ridiculous baby,” Sunghoon gives her a comforting glance. “Me and Haruto will go, we’ll come back soon.”

“If he’s going, I’m going too.” The emotions Ha Kyungmi felt earlier now transferred to you. You shake your head, not letting Lee Heeseung’s hand fall from yours. “Y/N, please. Sunghoon’s my best friend, I have to.”

But I’m your girlfriend, you wanted to say.

As much as it hurt you, you knew you had to let Heeseung go. The risks were high, but you knew the rest of your classmates were thirsty to death and needed water as soon as possible. You couldn’t be selfish and beg your boyfriend to stay in front of all of them.

“Be safe.” You say, standing up to cup Heeseung’s face. “Please. Protect yourself first.”

He nods, wiping away the tears that escaped your eyes.

“Promise me, Heeseung.” You whisper.

“I promise.”

You let go of Heeseung reluctantly, watching as him, Sunghoon, and Haruto all slowly push aside the desks, opening the door as slowly as possible.

The growls were less prominent than they were a few hours earlier. You didn’t even want to look through the window to see how many zombies were downstairs at your school’s entrance.

As soon as they’re gone, a boy comes and sits himself right next to Kyungmi and you, giving a small smile.

“You okay Kyung?”

You find it weird how close he’s being with Kyungmi, and even weirder that he waited till Sunghoon had left.

“I’m fine Eunwoo,” Kyungmi replies, slouching against the wall. “Are you okay?”

You turn your head back around, not wanting to eavesdrop on your friend. You prayed and prayed that Heeseung would be kept safe when he was going to get water. You knew where the boys were going—Mrs Ahn’s room. She was the only teacher who kept giant packs of water bottles in her class for students who were thirsty. You hoped Mrs. Ahn was still alive.

“They’re going to Mrs. Ahn, aren’t they?” Ryujin asks, sitting herself next to you.

“They are.” You turn to make eye contact with her, surprised to see a purple bruise near her eye. “What happened to you?”

“Zombies.” She grins, although she knows it’s no time for jokes. “I only made a fuss earlier because Haruto was the one who saved me. Despite being quiet, he really knows how to fight off zombies.”

“Hey,” you get closer to her, almost whispering now. “What do you know about Eunwoo over there?”

Ryujin raises her eyebrows, placing her sight on Eunwoo who was talking to Kyungmi up close. “Has had a crush on Ha Kyungmi for over a year now. I see them sometimes.”

Your eyebrows furrow, not expecting such a response. Before you could say anything back, Heeseung and Haruto quickly rush into the room, slamming the desks back onto the door.

“Seungie?” You and Ryujin rush over to help them. They had 2 packs of waters in their hands, letting it drop on the ground along with their knees as they tried to catch their breath.

“I—I—” Heeseung seems choked up, his eyes teary and red. “I tried to help him—I really did.”

Your jaw practically drops knowing full well what Heeseung was implying. Park Sunghoon was nowhere to be found, not behind him, not behind Haruto.

“They came so quickly, we panicked and we just ran and I—” Haruto is unable to finish his sentence when you let out a scream, your body scumming to the floor.

“My cousin’s dead?” You sob out, clutching onto Heeseung’s bloody blazer when he comes down to hug you.

“I can’t believe it,” Kyungmi’s mouth goes dry and she turns over to hug Eunwoo, who rubs her back comfortingly.

You’re too distraught to even question why she was in another guy’s arms right after your cousin, her own boyfriend, just died.

“I’m sorry,” Heeseung repeats over and over again, letting you cry into his shoulder.

“It’s not your fault,” you sniffle. “Tell me he died a quick death. Tell me it wasn’t painful for him Hee.”

“He fell out the window,” Heeseung says, a few tears escape his eyes. “They backed us up into a wall and Sunghoon fell out an open window. We heard a loud slam and when we looked, he was already dead.”

You sob even louder, making Heeseung’s hold on you tighten.

When you finally catch your breath and pull away, you notice how Heeseung has scratches all over his face.

“Oh Seung,” you say, tracing your fingers over them. “It must really hurt.”

“It feels fine when I’m with you.”

The both of you lean against the cushion that’s propped against the bookshelf in Mr. Jeon’s room, your head laying against Heeseung’s shoulder as you both hold each other’s hands tightly. You felt like Heeseung would disappear if your grip loosened.

“Your lip,” Heeseung suddenly says, letting his index finger touch your lips, which were chapped and bleeding.

“It’s fine,” you brush him off, but he shakes his head, reaching into his pocket for something.

“Here, I have your chapstick.” He pulls out your strawberry flavored chapstick, the one that you always bought before the apocalypse had happened.

“Where’d you get this?” You breathe out.

“I always keep a spare one in my pockets because I know you,” Heeseung smiles down at his lap. “I knew it would come in handy.”

Your eyes softened at his words, one hand coming to hold his chin as you lean in to give him a long kiss.

“Thank you Seungie,” you say as you pulled away. “For everything.”

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You suddenly jolt up from your sleep, face covered in cold sweat.

“Hey, hey, everything’s okay.” Heeseung whispers to you.

You take in your surroundings, making out Hanbin and Haruto’s figures guarding the doors and the rest of the students in the class asleep.

You had your head on Heeseung’s lap, your body sprawled along the cold tiled floor of Mr. Jeon’s class.

“How long have I been out?” You ask groggily, trying to squint at the dark clock on the wall.

“Just two hours.” Heeseung sighs. “The growling stopped for a bit. It’s eleven now. You should sleep more.”

You shake your head, disagreeing. “No Seung, you should sleep. I could watch over for a bit with Hanbin and Haruto.”

Heeseung bites his lip, almost as if he was really debating whether or not he should be sleeping right now.

“Seung, please. You need your energy.”

Heeseung agrees hesitantly, letting you switch places so now his head was on your lap.

“Goodnight Hee.” You say, placing a tender kiss on his forehead.

He smiles back at you, closing his eyes as he let sleep consume him.

Your eyes search around the room, focusing on Kyungmi and Eunwoo sleeping on one another.

Before you were too distraught to care about them two, but now that everything was calm, you really took in the situation.

Ryujin’s words rang in your ear like a mantra. Eunwoo liked Kyungmi for over a year now.

Does that mean.. ?

No, it couldn’t. You knew Ha Kyungmi. She was a sweet girl to you for the most part, she wouldn’t do that to your cousin.

Would she?

“They’re here.” You hear Hanbin whispering. His voice was filled with dread and fear, and your worst suspicions were true.

The zombies had reached your classroom.

“EVERYBODY! UP!” Haruto yells, clumsily turning on the small light that was still working in the room. “WE HAVE TO MOVE! QUICK!”

Heeseung wakes up with a grunt, his arms automatically reaching for your waist as if it was a natural reflex.

“They’re here?” He asks, squinting a bit at the bright light.

“Yes, let’s wake the others.”

You two start tapping your classmates awake.

“There’s a window we can climb out of.” Hanbin points at the window that was half covered by the cushion you and Heeseung had laid on earlier. “It’s not a big drop so we’ll survive it. It’s our only escape.”

Your classmates all start talking at once, some unsure of Hanbin’s plan.

“We don’t have much time!” Ryujin exclaims. “Quick! Climb out!”

A few of your classmates help each other get out of the window carefully, cheering silently when it works successfully.

“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold them off.” Haruto says, the desks being pushed out by the bangs of the zombies on the door.

“Kyungmi! Let’s go!” Eunwoo grabs the girl’s hand, pulling her towards the window.

“Eunwoo—but—Y/N?!” She turns to face you, who was currently helping the boys hold the door against the zombies. “Y/N!”

“Just go Kyungmi!” You yell, watching as Eunwoo helps her get out first.

“We’re going to have to let go and make a swift run for it,” Hanbin says to the three of you. “A broken arm or leg will be better than dying at the hands of these creatures.”

Haruto closes his eyes, nodding slowly at his friend’s words. “On a count of three.”

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three!”

The four of you let go, the zombies automatically piling into the room as soon as you do.

Haruto and Hanbin are quick, climbing out and jumping onto the ground in a swift second.

“Cmon Heeseung! Y/N!”

Heeseung climbs out first, foot barely making it out the window before one of the zombies have got you.

“Y/N!” He screams, hands gripping onto the window as he tries to reach for you.

“Heeseung! It’s not worth it!” Kyungmi shouts, “they’ve already got her, she’s gonna die anyway, it’s not worth it.”

Heeseung’s vision goes red at this. “I don’t fucking care Kyungmi! Unlike you, I actually love my girlfriend to death and would do anything for her!”

His words have her cowering in embarrassment, Eunwoo wrapping a protective arm around her.

“Yah you fucker!” Eunwoo yells. “You want to be with your girlfriend so badly? Then die!”

He and Kyungmi run off to find shelter, the only two who were left were Hanbin and Haruto.

They were silently begging Heeseung to drop it with their eyes, telling them that it wasn’t worth it.

“Cmon Heeseung man,” Haruto says croakily. “You’ll die.”

“Then I’ll die with her.” Heeseung whispers. He watches as one of the zombies bite you, making you scream out in pain.

The zombies all make their way to another classroom when they realize you’re the only one, and since you’ve already been bitten, you were no longer desirable to them.

Despite knowing he would most likely die if he did it, Heeseung climbs back into the room, pulling you into his arms as he did many times before.

“Hey, hey.” He chokes up as he pulls you closer. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s—okay.” You reassure him, eyes slowly turning red as your twitching hands come up to touch his jaw. “Will you sing to me Heeseung?”

You had always joked before that Heeseung would become a famous singer in the future, his beautiful voice entrancing you whenever he’d sing or hum a song.

“Of course.” He gulps, eyes becoming blurry from the tears as each second pasts.

“The monster’s gone, he’s on the run, and your boyfriend’s here.” Heeseung’s lips tremble, unable to hold in his emotions any longer. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl.”

He holds you in his arms despite your twitching body, knowing any second you would turn into one of them. He watches as the light from your eyes disappear, and your skin turns green and veiny.

Lee Heeseung doesn’t cry a lot. He believed that crying wasn’t going to fix anything.