## jake shim lovebot

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ JAY !

acts cool, is actually a mess

you and jay are studying together in your room, the only sounds being the pages turning of your textbooks and jay's small giggles every time he tosses yet another balled up piece of paper your way.

"park jongseong, we are never going to be done studying if you don't quit playing around," you say and jay laughs, raising his hands in defeat.

"alright, alright. i quit. do you know the answer to this question?" he asks, showing you a problem in his book. when you shake your head 'no' he sighs, reaching for his phone. "i'll just look it up."

he grabs his phone, tapping the screen and shutting his eyes in defeat when his phone doesn't turn on.

"change of plans — my phone is dead. can i borrow yours?" he asks and you nod, handing it to him. when he stays silent for an abnormal amount of time you look up at him, noticing his shocked expression.

"everything okay, jay? is the answer that shocking?" you laugh, turning your attention back to your textbook and he shakes his head.

"n-no, just... i'm your lockscreen?" he asks and your eyes widen, the fact that your screensaver was indeed a picture of jay he had sent you a few days ago completely crossing your mind.

"oh. yeah, i guess it is," you say and he nods.

"alright. cool. great. that's great," he shrugs, playing it cool. although he can't hold back the bright smile on his face as he looks at the image adorning the front of your phone.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ JAKE !

you were already his lockscreen

you and jake have been dating for five days. five. and yet the boy somehow makes it seem as though you've been together forever.

"hey, jake?"

"yes, baby?"

"oh-" you start, nearly forgetting what you were gonna tell him at the sound of the pet name. romance definitely came easy to one out of two of you and it most definitely wasn't you. "um... oh, right! you're fine with that picture i took of you in the car yesterday, right?"

"sure? but why?" he asks, coming to sit next to you.

"i wanted to change my lockscreen to a picture of you and that's the picture i chose," you say, showing him your lockscreen. "that's not weird, right?"

jake's cheeks turn a shade of pink as he grins brightly.

"not at all, baby. i changed my lockscreen to my favorite picture of you two days ago," he says, lightly bumping you with his elbow and you feel your face get hot.

"really? that's sweet, jake. wait, your favorite picture of me?" you ask and he grins, showing you his lockscreen which was of you on the day he asked you out, a huge smile on your face.

"yeah. it was really hard to choose a favorite though when you're so cute."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SUNGHOON !

acts like he’s unfazed but is actually losing it

"sunghoon, give me my phone," you groan, reaching for your phone but he shakes his head, still holding it above his head.

"no, y/n."

"but i need it. please? my professor is putting grades up soon," you say and he continues to hold your phone up in the air, keeping it out of your reach despite you yanking at his arm.

"that's exactly why. waiting for your grades is stressing you out. no phone, no constantly checking for your grades. when your grades are up, i'll check them for you, okay?" he asks and you sigh, pulling away from him.

"fine. that won't stop me from thinking about it, though," you pout, flopping down onto your bed. you watch as he grins victoriously, lowering his arm and bringing your phone into his view. his eyes widen at the first sight of your screen and you perk up.

"what? is it my grades? are they up? are they good?" you ask and he shakes his head.

"no, your grades aren't up yet," he says and you glare at him.

"then why that face?" you question and he shrugs.

"i was just shocked to see that i'm your screensaver, it's no big deal," he says and you smile.

"oh, right. you look good in that picture," you compliment him and he nods, flopping down next to you.

"right? i mean i always do, though," he shrugs and you roll your eyes, lightly hitting his shoulder before cuddling into his side. when your eyes flutter closed, sunghoon allows himself to smile, the butterflies in his stomach having a field day over the sight of your lockscreen.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SUNOO !

he’s the one that set himself as your lockscreen

“hey, sunoo?”

“hmm?”

“i’m gonna run to the bathroom for a sec. if my phone rings, can you answer it?” you ask and he nods.

“yeah, of course.”

after quickly finishing up in the bathroom, you return to sunoo only to find him suspiciously grinning at you.

“what... did you do?” you ask and he shrugs.

“nothing. anyways, whoever you were waiting on never called,“ sunoo says, handing you your phone and you nod, still eyeing him as you sit back beside him.

"sunoo, you're being so weird," you say, glancing down at your phone. you almost miss the picture of sunoo grinning that is now set as your lockscreen. "wait — did you change my lockscreen?"

"what? i don't know what you're talking about. i don't even know how to do that, y/n..." he says, his hand placed on his chest in fake offense. "but that picture of me is really cute, right?"

you laugh, looking at the picture once more.

"yeah, it is pretty cute. you really know how to capture your cuteness in pictures," you say before turning and placing a kiss on his cheek. "you're much cuter in person, though."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ JUNGWON !

"im okay this is fine i’m fine" *cue happy dance*

you'd lost your phone which resulted in you and jungwon searching all over the house for it. when jungwon finds it inside the couch and notices the picture of him on the front of it, he's not sure how to react. of course he's happy, but is it that big of a deal to you? it's just a lockscreen right? then why is he so happy?

"hey, wonnie, have you found it?" you ask, coming back into the living room and he nearly drops the phone.

"oh, right, yeah! it was in the couch," he says, bringing it to you and you smile.

"ah, that makes sense. thank you," you say, giving him a hug and he just nods, awkwardly pulling away from the hug and going to sit down.

"you okay?" you ask and he nods.

"yeah... nice lockscreen," he says, a small smile on his face and you grin.

"yeah, it's pretty cute, huh?" you ask, smirking at jungwon.

"you think so?"

"of course i do," you laugh, pecking him on the cheek before excusing yourself to the bathroom. the moment jungwon thinks you're out of sight, he jumps off the couch, happily dancing around with a bright grin. "told you you're cute."

jungwon freezes, his eyes widening as he realizes you hadn't gone to the bathroom yet and you'd seen the whole scene play out.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ NI-KI !

teases you about it but is lowkey blushing

"oh my gosh, is that me?" you hear niki ask, raising your eyebrows in confusion.

"is what you?"

"your lockscreen — that's the picture i sent you last night, isn't it?" niki smirks and you quickly grab your phone, shoving into your pocket.

"what? no. don't be ridiculous, niki, you're not my lockscreen," you shrug, turning back to the game you two were previously playing.

"oh yeah? look me in the eyes and tell me that wasn't the picture i sent you yesterday," he says, the smug look still evident on his face.

"okay, fine. i thought the picture was cute, alright? so, sue me," you say, putting your controller down and crossing your arms.

"aha! i knew you loved me. no denying it now, i've got proof," niki smirks but you don't miss the way his cheeks have turned a shade of red.

"yeah, but i'm not the one blushing, am i?" you ask and his eyes widen.

"i'm not blushing it's just hot in here. it's a lot of working beating you so many times at mario karts, 'kay?" he says, turning away from you and it's your turn to smirk.

"sure, riki," you say and he sighs, grabbing his controller.

ੈ♡˳

“Hold still, let me fix your control wristband…”

You sigh as Wonwoo holds your hand and tightens the wristband accessory on your Wii controller. Wonwoo smiles, content with himself at his efforts to keep you (and himself) safe, as he lets your hand drop back to the side of your body.

“Why are you making me wear the wristband again…?” You wonder as Wonwoo busies himself with the settings on the TV. He opens his mouth, waiting for the words to magically appear, but nothing comes out. “I.. I wanna make sure you don’t hurt your face… or mine.” He finally speaks and you lightly smack his arm, a soft ‘ow’ passing through his lips.

“Just because I dropped the controller on your foot ONE TIME doesn’t mean I’ll do it again.. promise.” You say crossing your arms, watching the look of concentration on Wonwoo’s face as he tries to get the controller accuracy test correct. Oh, he was definitely serious about this.

“I know… but just to make sure it doesn’t happen again. And… it did hurt.” Wonwoo turns to smile at you once the accuracy test is complete and you return the gesture, just happy to be able to spend today with him.

“Okay, ‘you ready to play Just Dance?”

“Are you ready for me to kick your butt?”

“We’ll see about that.”

ੈ♡˳

After several songs, you accidentally smacking Wonwoo in the forehead with your controller, and hello kitty bandages later, you stand victoriously in the middle of the living room as your boyfriend sits on the sofa completely drained.

You jump in excitement and throw your fist up into the air, “I beat you! I told you I would. You have NO chance going against me.” You playfully taunt while turning back to Wonwoo, who had now rested his glasses atop his head and closed his eyes. You walk over to his spot on the sofa and sit beside him, wrapping your arm over his torso. He opens his eyes to look at you and, when you both make eye contact, turns over to wrap his arms around your upper body. You laugh at this gesture and snuggle closer into his embrace.

“I might’ve lost at Just Dance, but I’ve won your love. And for me, that’s all that matters.” He confesses whilst peppering your face with kisses. You pretend to push him away as your eyebrows furrow together. “Ew! Cheese alert! Get away, what if I’m lactose intolerant!”

“Then tolerate it, sweaty.”

“Who are YOU calling sweaty! Looked in a mirror recently, hot stuff?”

“Oh so you think I’m hot? Thanks.” Wonwoo grins as you roll your eyes and get up, Wonwoo following suit. You grab your controller once more and turn to face your boyfriend, Wonwoo looking back at you and immediately getting an idea of what you are gonna ask.

“So… ready for round two?”

“If I win, you rub my feet for a week, and if you win then I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“Okay mister confident, can’t wait to see you grovel on your knees when I beat you again.”

From where he was, Sungyoon was able to watch as the two remaining gardeners — Jibeom and Jaehyun — slowly made their way through the maze; Jibeom brightly talking, his hands carrying buckets full of freshly-pulled grass, and Jaehyun nodding to whatever the other was saying with a smile, pulling a small wagon full of mulch and miscellaneous flowers.

“Bomin’s been gently fussing for the garden to be brighter to look at.”

Sungyoon lightly jumps in surprise, before looking toward where the voice came from; finding Daeyeol sitting at a table a few feet away, looking up at him from where he’d been fixing a torn shirt. Noticing the surprise and confusion on his face, Daeyeol adds, “He kept saying that the dark roses your mother picked were too dreary to see every day. He wanted to add more color to the garden now that he has the power to — and he thought it’d be better for everyone since…whatever happened to you two out there’s created some unwanted talk.”

“This would,” Sungyoon’s voice cracks, making him clear his throat as he tries to relax before hesitantly restarting, “This would be the first time the flowers have been changed since he was born, right?”

Daeyeol lightly hums as he thinks, lifting an eyebrow at the obvious swerve into a lighter topic, before returning his gaze back to his sewing as he replies, “I believe so. Either that, or your twenty-first birthday.”

Ignoring the slight hiss Daeyeol lets out after pricking his finger after he finishes speaking, Sungyoon hums, “Bomin’s twenty-first is coming up, isn’t it? In a couple weeks?”

“It is, yeah.”

“Do you know if he’s wanting to have a traditional celebra—”

“He’s decided to have a household-only party, if what Donghyun’s told me is true.” Daeyeol gently cuts him off, as if he were already expecting the question before Sungyoon had even thought of it. “Who’s left of the household, anyway…”

“Ah, yeah…how many more left this week?”

“Ten,” Daeyeol lifts the shirt he’d been sewing up to check it, “which means that it’s just us, Bomin, Jangjun, and the five that Jangun’s collected under his wing left here.”

“‘That Jangjun’s collected under his wing’ as if you haven’t taken to parenting them as well.” Sungyoon teases him, “Distancing yourself from the fact you co-parent with Jangjun won’t happen with me, ‘Yeol.”

Daeyeol pauses in his movements, opening his mouth with a look of offense, but a set of light knocks on the door interrupts; Seungmin’s cherry hair poking through a moment later as he peeks into the room, quietly shuffling toward Daeyeol once catching his eye.

With his hand in yours, Jibeom watches the zombies bang on the doors as you settle back down onto the small couch; the feeling of fear having faded into one of acceptance in your heart, but your hands still tremble ever-so-slightly as you accidentally make eye-contact with one of the bearers of your end after pulling a blanket over your thighs.

The bite on your leg itches; as if to remind you that you were going to die whether your group’s safe-base was attacked or not, that the hoard was — if anything — speeding up the time you had left as you. Your goodbyes to the rest of the people you’d spent months with happened only — what feels like — a few minutes ago; Joochan’s ‘no goodbyes, only see you laters!’ still ringing in your ears, which reminds you that you should probably —

“You need to go.” You let go of Jibeom’s hand, looking toward him and away from the hallow eyes. “They’re waiting on you, dummy.”

You’re met with silence — or as much silence you can get with the banging and snarls — and you realize that Jibeom hadn’t even been looking at the crowd of monsters, but at the bruising bite on your calf. Fighting back a groan as you move it away from his sight to gain his attention, you say, “Jibeom.”

He finally hums, before looking over at you; his eyes shiny while his mouth was twisted into a frown. “I’m still not sure this is the best—”

“Don’t do this.” You sigh, looking away and bringing the blanket around your shoulders closer as if to shield yourself from Jibeom’s continuous protests. When he opens his mouth to continue his speech, you add, “It hurts to move anything below the waist at this point — this is the best.”

“And you need to go — your window of opportunity is closing.” His face scrunches up more after you add this, as if to try his best to oppose your decision in any way he can.

“I just hate the thought that your last moments are of us leaving you to them.” He finally states, all of his face flattening out aside from his mouth, which was still stuck in a deep frown. Your heart twists as you realize that that was what was bothering him — that you wouldn’t be able to comfortably pass away. You look at Jibeom for a moment, trying to ignore the feeling of hey, you’re dying! sinking into your bones.

“My last moments will be knowing that you guys are safe.” You point out, “Not of you guys ‘leaving me to them’. I’d like to think that you’d know I wouldn’t think of you like that.”

A sharp sound of glass breaking echos just as you were about to teasingly click your tongue, bringing your and Jibeom’s attention back toward the groaning monsters’ banging on the windows and doors. “Shit, okay —”

Your hands begin to lightly shake again, the fear of Jibeom not making it out in time growing larger at the sight of the large crack appearing on one of the windows; a clear sign that it wouldn’t be long before the entire window would give in to the weight of who-knows-how-many zombies. With a growing knot in your throat, you wince as you reach over to pull Jibeom’s bag over; a sharp pain spiking up your spine at the sudden movement.

“You need to go, love.” You state, swatting at his worried hands he had stretched out the second you moved to grab his bag. “Before we both end up food for them, and Jaehyun tries something stupid to get you.”

Although slightly slow — as if to still silently argue with you — in his movements, Jibeom finally stands up; pulling his bag over his shoulders, and shuffling toward the back entrance everyone else had earlier.

“But hey,” you start, making him pause halfway to turn to look at you one last time, “I’ll find you, alright? Maybe not as human - or one of those things - but maybe as something smaller. So stay safe, you hear me?” You give him a small, but stern, glare with a teasing smile, sitting back against the couch arm.

Jibeom hums, continuing his way toward the exit while shaking his head, “I’ll try - until next time, right?” And with a tight grin and two-fingered salute, he leaves; the sound of his footsteps just barely audible over the banging and groans of your soon-to-be-guests, and you wait ten more minutes after he disappears before moving again, grabbing an object off the floor with a shaky sigh.