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drunk texting your academic rival

.✦ ݁˖ jake x f!reader, academic rivals, jake is cold (with personality, he eventually warms up), free written

mimi’s 💌 note: kinda sad this is coming to an end :(. BUT idk if i should write a sequel for jay and sana👀👀 lettt mee knoww

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jock!sunghoon x student council!reader ❅ you enforce rules. he breaks them like it’s a habit. until a party, a silence too long, and a line neither of them shouldve crossed. now they’re pretending it meant nothing. but neither of them are good at lying.

MASTERLIST ᢉ𐭩 GENRE enemies to lovers, campus romance, both reader and sunghoon are 21, obsession, not proof read, emotional friction, teasing, hockey!sunghoon, js a wee bit spicy, dual pov, mentioning of alcohol, kissing, profanity. a little smau.

mimi’s ⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ note : disappointingly i locked myself out of my main— like a dumbass. hopefully i get that account back but for now we’ll be here!! buttt i’m trying something new👁️👁️ do we like?? i was listening to “middle of the night” by elley duhé and this idea sparked in my head! there is going to be a part 2… honestly super excited to see how this turns out😋 ANIMATED BANNER FROM @viviansturns

wc: 1.4k

READER POV

the meeting was supposed to start 15 minutes ago.

you tapped your pen against the attendance sheet sheet, trying not to stare at the empty chair at the end of the table.

around you, student council members exchanged tired looks.

nobody said it. no one had to.

you all knew who was missing.

right on cue, the conference room door swung open. a hockey bag hit the floor first, then came its owner.

“you’re 15 minutes late.”

one of his eyebrows lifted.

“only 15?”

a few people sighed. someone muttered, “here we go again.”

because somehow ever meeting involving park sunghoon always ended the exact same way.

you set your pen down.

“the meeting started at 4.”

“and it’s 4:15.”

“congratulations,” you exclaimed sarcastically. “you can read a clock.”

a chuckle escaped from somewhere across the table.

sunghoons eyes flickered towards you.

“you know,” sunghoon leaned back in his chair. “most people start with a good afternoon.”

“and most people don’t make twenty other people wait for them.”

“and yet,” he paused. “you’re all here.”

a few heads lowered towards their laptops.

not because they were working, but because nobody wanted to get caught watching.

you inhaled slowly.

“can we start the meeting now?”

“you were waiting for me?”

“unfortunately.”

another laugh escaped from somewhere down the table.

you cleared your throat.

“now that everyone’s finally here, let’s begin.”

a few pages shuffled from around the room.

“the hockey team’s request for an end–of–season celebration.”

a collective groan in unison.

across from you, sunghoon smiled.

“i havent said anyrhing yet.”

“that’s the concerning part.” somebody murmured.

“the request exceeds campus occupancy limits.”

“barely,” sunghoon scoffed.

“by 87 people.”

“you’re very good at counting,”

you ignored him.

“next,” you flipped the page on your tablet.

“the request included extended venue access, outside vendors, and—“

you paused. your eyes narrowing slightly.

“live music.”

a few people immediately straightened in their seats.

that got attention.

you continued.

“for a campus-wide-end-of-season celebration hosted by the hockey team.” silence shifted in the room.

not surprised, expected.

across from you, sunghoon leaned forward like he’d been waiting for that exact moment.”

“so we’re calling jt a party now?”

“we’re calling it a violation risk assessment.”

a low laugh came from the table. you didn’t look up.

“this request exceeds occupancy limits, security clearance standards, and alcohol supervision protocols—“

“you said alcohol?” someone muttered.

you stopped. slowly looking up.

“did i say alcohol?”

sunghoons mouth twitched.

you didn’t not say it.”

your grip tightened around the tablet.

“it’s denied.”

the room reacted instantly. a few sighs, a few protests.

sunghoon, though…

he just tilted his head.

“you didn’t even consider it.”

“i did.”

“no, you didn’t.” he rebuttals.

a pause. then quieter.

“you read ‘hockey team’ and decided.”

that landed a little heavier. you finally looked at him properly.

“i read ‘liability’.”

silence again. but different this time. sharper.

sunghoon leaned back in his chair. smile still there—just thinner now.”

“funny.”

“what is?”

“you act like you wouldnt be there.”

that changed the room. not loud, just different. you blinked once.

“excuse me?”

“at the party.” he says it like it was already decided.

“you’ll be there.”

“no, i won’t.”

sunghoon shrugged slightly.

“we’ll see.”

the room clears faster than usual after that. nobody stayed to enjoy the after math.

smart.

chairs scrapped against the floors, papers were being gathered with soft exits. no eye contact.

until it was you and him.

sunghoon was standing his chair. not leaving, not sitting, just there.

like he didn’t know which one would make it worse. you didn’t look up from your notes.

“meetings over.” he delivers.

“yeah.”

“are you done?” your pen stopped.

sunghoon finally picks up his bag, but he didn’t move yet.

“you really think i’m just trying to throw a party?”

you held his gaze.

“i don’t think you understand the consequences.”

that hit something. his expression tightened— just barely. then he nodded once.

“right.”

and walked out.

the door clicked shut behind the sunghoon. your breathing static and your thoughts running in circles.

silence settled fast after that interaction. you were organizing the papers ecen rhiugh you didn’t need to.”

anything to keep your hands busy.

“you’re mad.” a voice comes from the door.

a voice very familiar.

you didn’t look up. “i’m not mad sooha.”

“you’re aggressively not mad.”

that made you pause slightly.

sooha shifted in her stance, fidgeting with her laptop.

“about the party.”

you finally glanced at her.

“there is no party.”

sooha winced.

small. guilty.

that already told you everything.

“sooha.”

she sighed. “okay—before you say anything, i need you to know i didn’t choose this.”

your stomach drooped a little.

“choose what?”

she hesitated.

you stared at her. “explain.”

sooha opened her laptop slowly like it might protect her from your reaction.

“they qualify under the off campus-campus clause”

silence.

then.

“no they don’t.”

“they do…”

“sooha.”

she flinched at your tone. “i checked it three times.”

your grip tightened on the edge of the table.

“so what— you’re telling me i just wasted an hour arguing for nothing?”

“no—“

“because i denied it.”

sooha looked down. quieter now.

“you denied it for campus use.”

that made you stop. she continued carefully.

“they moved it to off campus.”

your breath slowed.

“when…”

sooha hesitated too long.

“…after the meeting.” she swallows slowly.

of course they did. sunghoon didn’t argue, he just adapted.

you let out a short laugh, but there was nothing funny in it.

“so it’s happening?”

sooha didn’t answer immediately. that was the answer, she swallowed.

“i’m sorry.”

a pause, then softer.

“and… you’re still required to be present.”

your head lifted slowly.

“excuse. me.”

“compliance supervision,”. her voice cracking.

“you have to over see it.” you demanded.

silence again, heavier this time.

sooha added quickly “it’s just procedural. i tried to— i really tried—“

you stood up. chair scrapping against the floor slightly.

“so let me get this straight.” your voice was calm.

too calm.

“i denied it, they ignored it, and now i have to babysit it?”

sooha didn’t speak.

you grabbed your bag.

“tell me again why i’m in student council.”

once you left the student council building, the campus felt obnoxiously normal.

students crossed the quad carrying coffees. a group sat beneath a tree studying for their finals. somebody laughed somewhere off to your left.

meanwhile, your entire afternoon had just been ruined.

you adjusted the stawp of your bag and continued down the walkway.

the party was happening.

not only was it happened, but somehow you had to attend it.

you hated loopholes. you hated student organizations.

and right now, you especially hated hockey players. a loud cheer erupted from somewhere ahead.

you stopped.

there was a crowd gathered near the student center. of course there was, you already know what you were about to see before you reached it.

a large black banner stretched across the front entrance.

END OF SEASON.

HOCKEY HOUSE.

APRIL 12TH.

your eye twitched.

“absolutely not.” you muttered.

a familiar voice drifted from somewhere above.

“that’s a weird way to say congratulations.”

you looked up.

park sunghoon was standing on a ladder.

your day somehow got worse.

“what are you doing?”

“hanging a banner.” his hand gestures over the black poster.

“i can see that.”

“then why did you ask?”

you stared at him. he started back. then continued taping the banner like you weren’t standing there.

“do you have permission for that?”

“no.”

“take it down.”

“no.”

“sunghoon.” you pause.

“that’s my name.”

a few students nearby laughed. you hated that.

sunghoon finally climbed down the ladder, unfortunately that only put him closer.

“why do you care so much?”

you folded your arms. “why don’t i care enough?”

his expression shifted slightly. not enough for anyone else to notice, just enough for you.

“trust me,” he said. “i care.”

something about the way he said it almost sounded serious. almost.

then he grabbed the ladder and started walking away.

“see you at the party.”

you stared at his back.

“i’m not going.”

sunghoon didn’t even turn around.

“yeah,” he pauses. “we’ll see.”

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by the time you got home, you were exhausted.

not physically. mentally.

somehow, park sunghoon had managed to occupy the majority of your afternoon without actually accomplishing anything productive.

the meeting, the banner, the party. the stupid confidence he carried around like it was a personality trait.

you kicked your shoes off near the door and dropped your bad into the floor.

peace.

finally.

for approximately, 37 seconds your phone buzzed.

you ignored it.

it buzzed again.

you frowned.

unknown number.

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drunk texting your academic rival

.✦ ݁˖ jake x f!reader, academic rivals, jake is cold (with personality, he eventually warms up), free written

mimi’s 💌 note : hey loves! this idea came into my head too quick.. i had to follow through with it or i would’ve forgotten it. seen so many texting au’s on my feed i wanted to give it a try😜

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drunk texting your academic rival

.✦ ݁˖ jake x f!reader, academic rivals, jake is cold (with personality, he eventually warms up), free written

mimi’s 💌 note: part 3!!! if you haven’t go check out part 1 and part 2 before you read :)) i’m having so much fun writing this ngl 😭😭

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drunk texting your academic rival

.✦ ݁˖ jake x f!reader, academic rivals, jake is cold (with personality, he eventually warms up), free written

mimi’s 💌 note: i have too much free time on my hands🫩🫩

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drunk texting your academic rival

.✦ ݁˖ jake x f!reader, academic rivals, jake is cold (with personality, he eventually warms up), free written

mimi’s 💌 note : part 5! i had so much fun writing this :( my heart is fluttering and screaming with so much joy. the fluff was killing me as i was finishing this. i hope you guys enjoyed this texting au as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

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001- The Kindest Thing I Ever Did

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synopsis: you pulled the trigger because sunoo asked you to. jay never forgave you for it. the dead learned how to hunt. you learned how to live with blood on your hands. mercy didn't save anyone-it just made the end slower.

genre: zombie au, angst, slow burn, doomed romance, survivor!jay, survivor!reader.

warnings: violence, character death, grief, emotional damage.

wc: 2.4-2.6k

mimi’s note 💌: hi loves, first chapter released!! took me forever, never had a chance to actually sit down and write😔 continue to look out for the remaining chapters. if you want to be notified, just comment so i can tag you :D! enjoy!

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April 1st.

“you have no homework today,” mr. kim announced.

the entire class erupts with joy.

chairs scraped immediately against the floor as everyone immediately started packing their bags, already halfway out the door.

“ah-ah, wait,” mr. kim said, raising a hand. “if i remember correctly, today is april fools day.”

the classroom groaned instantly.

he grinned. “before you leave, make sure you read chapters eight, nine, and eleven for any assignments due tonight.”

“you’re evil” someone muttered from the back.

mr. kim could only laugh. “have a good day.”

more complaining filled the classroom.

you shoved your notebook and laptop in your bag when jungwon appeared beside you.

“i’m sick of this holiday,” he said. “every year somebody thinks they’re funny”

you laughed, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “no literally. i’ve never been more annoyed in my life than right now,” you chuckle. “lunch?”

“i would but i have a meeting with my counsellor in five.”

you hum in response. “damn okay. good luck!”

jungwon nods before leaving you in a empty classroom by yourself.

your phone began to ring.

sunoo.

you smiled a little before answering, pressing the phone to your ear.

“hell–“

red lights flashed overhead.

the firealarm exploded through the building so suddenly it made you jump, overlapping with muffled shouting from classrooms down the hall.

“all students must evacuate the building. i repeat. all students mus– evac–“

the announcement cut into static

you sighed.

another fucking prank.

bringing the phone back to your ear, you pushed through the noise. “hello? sunoo?”

nothing.

“sunoo?”

the line disconnects itself.

you frowned at the screen for a second before shoving the device back in your pocket.

as you stepped into the hallway, students flooded the toward the exits loud, irritated crowds.

that’s when you saw the girl lying on the floor.

a trail of blood stretched behind her, smeared across the tile.

you started fod half a second before rolling your eyes.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered under your breath. “this sick ass holiday.”

and you walked past her.

heading closer to the exit you hear a groan from behind.

you stop.

the groaning sounded more groggy, startling you even more.

you speed up your pace towards the exit.

opening the door, everyone is outside interacting with each other.

a group of girls laughing in one corner, another eating lunch and studying.

inhaling through your nose and out your mouth, you continue to walk to the dining hall.

opening the dining halls doors you hear a scream, you turn your head towards the sound.

a girl falls towards the floor, her body unconscious.

people laughing, walking by, ignoring the girl on the floor.

you let out a shaky breath. your body slightly trembling.

“when will this shit be over.” you whispered.

another scream—closer this time.

in your peripheral vision, you see a body still on the floor. people begin to back away, slower than normal.

someone dropped their tray of food. it clatters against the floor.

“what the hell?” they whispered

people pull their phones out, hands shaky, as they record something you still can’t see.

then someone runs.

then another.

and suddenly the room shifted.

you didn’t look back.

you were done with the jokes.

until someone behind you made a sound that didn’t belong.

not a scream. nor a laughter.

a low, wet snarl.

you freeze.

slowly, you turned.

the room got quieter in a way that felt wrong.

at the edge of the crowd stood the girl from the hallway.

her skin has gone wrong— pale, bruised blue.

blood dripping from her mouth slow and thick. like she had forgotten to swallow.

and she’s staring at you.

“it’s still april fools day. this is a prank.” someone shouts.

a few people groan in annoyance and some still skeptical.

you turn around once more, secretly promising yourself you won’t believe anything else that happens again.

“hey!” you hear on the side of you.

sunoo.

“sunoo! where have you been?” you smile, wrapping your arms around him. he did the same.

“i was in my lab. i hate lab lectures, they take forever to end.” he chuckles.

you chuckle along with him. the faint sound of footsteps echo through your ears.

“we need to leave. like now.” you whispered, your hands on his shoulders.

“why what’s going on?”

“are you not seeing what’s going on?”

sunoo raises a brow. “oh the zombie looking thing? it’s april fools! it’s all a joke.” he hesitates. “right?”

“no,” you said, sharper now. “we need to go.”

an alarm cracked overhead.

“evacuate the dinning hall! evacuate the—“

a scream cut through the announcement.

you turned.

a student was dragged down near the tables.

something was on them—wrong, jerking, fast.

a wet snarl ripped through the noise.

for half a second, the entire room froze.

then someone screamed—“RUN!”

the cafeteria broke.

chairs slammed. trays clashed. people surged through all at once.

“go—go!” you shouted, pushing sunoo toward the exit.

as you and sunoo make an exit, your vision captures the girl sinked her teeth in human flesh.

“oh my god!” sunoo gasps.

he stops moving.

completely.

blood dripping from the girl’s mouth as she tore into a student beneath her.

“sunoo!” you shook him. his body still in shock.

“sunoo!” you repeat. “we have to find your brother.”

sunoo blinks rapidly, waking up from the horror infront of him.

“my brother,” he exclaimed.

he began to pull out his phone, dialling a number.

you took his phone. “we have to find him on foot, we can’t stay here.”

the sharpness in your tone startled sunoo.

he nods his head immediately.

you grab sunoo’s hand, running off to another exit.

someone slammed into your shoulder.

your grip on sunoo slipped, causing him to hit the floor hard.

“sunoo!”

people ran in every direction, shoving past each other in blind panic.

someone stepped over sunoo, almost trampling him.

you pushed through the crowd and grabbed his arm.

“get up!”

sunoo planted his hands against the floor and pulled himself up, grabbing your hand tightly the second he could.

bodies crash into both of you as you forced your way through the crowd.

then a loud hush of wind thundered overhead.

a helicopter.

your stomach dropped.

you ran faster, your lungs burning from the speed.

leaving the dining hall behind, you reached the back side of campus.

the screaming hadn’t stopped.

neither had the blood.

students ran across the roads crying, some covered in blood, others limping as people dragged toward them.

fear spread faster than the infection itself

sunoo’s eyes brimmed with tears, nose flushed red.

“we’re gonna find your brother, okay?” you said breathlessly.

he nods.

you ran once more, towards the science lab.

pushing past more people, you trip. losing your balance as you ran, your body collided with the stairs.

sunoo quickly picked you up, his body trembling against yours as he opens the door and drags you in.

closing the door, you get up slowly, holding your side.

sunoo slides his body against the door, defeatedly.

“i’m so scared.” his voice shaky and thick.

his body rattles against the door uncontrollably.

you sit right next to him, holding him.

“what even are those things?!” he yells, tears streaming down his face.

“i—“ you pause. “i—i don’t know…” you answered.

you hesitate. “i don’t think this is a prank anymore.”

sunoo pulls his phone out, dialling a number.

jay.

as the phone started to ring, a loud buzzing sound was coming from yours.

you pull your device out.

emergency alert.

you click the notification. swallowing hard.

EMERGENCY ALERT

There is an infectious disease going around that is very deadly. It’s contagious by saliva, a scratch, and a bite. If you aren’t infected, flee the State of Korea. There will be support camps and helicopters to escort those that need to flee.

before you could get a word out, jay answered the phone.

“sunoo!?”

“jay!” sunoo says in a breath.

“where are you?” jay questions, his tone sounding calm and sharp.

“i’m in the science lab. do you know what’s going on? you’re a science major, please, do you know anything!” sunoo says in between a cry.

the phone pauses. sunoo’s cry fills the silence.

“i’m coming to the science building. don’t leave.”

he nods his head even though jay can’t see him.

“do you hear me.” his tone collected.

“yes…” his voice cracky and trembled.

“don’t make a sound either. keep quiet as much as possible.” he whispers. “i’m on my way.”

jay hangs up the phone. sunoo sniffling.

you hold him tighter, closer.

as you hold him for support, you hear that same snarl.

your eyes shifted towards the sound. immediately covering sunoo’s mouth, you stand up.

you tip-toed the opposite direction from the person standing infront of you.

sunoo let’s out a shaky breath, walking carefully around the building.

the person drags itself from its hidden area, a lab coat on its body.

it’s jaw moved uncoordinated, leg snapped oddly, and it’s eyes white.

as you shoved sunoo, you kicked something.

“fuck.” you whispered.

the person jerks it’s head.

you immediately grab sunoo and run.

your feet hitting the floor creating more noise.

it runs.

limping and growling.

you could feel your heart in your ears, your blood warming up your body from anxiety.

you stop. abruptly.

“we can’t be together.” you pause. “we’re creating too much noise if we both run in opposite directions we’ll confuse it!”

sunoo pouts, his eyes brewing up tears.

“i can’t do this by myself.” he cries.

“shh, shh. yes you can. itll only be for a few moments.” you pull him in for a hug.

the walker getting closer.

“go in this door.” you point. “stay in there until your brother comes.”

sunoo holds you closer. “what about you?”

you let out a shaky cry. “don’t worry about me. worry about getting back to your brother.”

he removed himself from the hug.

“go!” you tell.

he sprints towards the other door, his b foot entangling in a wire.

you think of a place to hide until jay comes.

you begin to run towards the elevator, pressing the up button.

bang.

you turn your head, sunoo on the ground.

blood coming from his head.

glass.

another low snarl erupts.

farther this time.

you turn your head in all directions to see where that sound was coming from.

looking straight ahead of you, was a person.

sunoo still on the floor, getting up slowly before he was met with the dead.

“sunoo!” you shout, not caring about the other person in the building.

you run towards sunoo, your mind blank.

another wet dragging sound followed behind you.

the elevator door is broken, a person glued to the floor distracts you.

a scream shook you.

your eyes widen as you turned your head towards him.

his body getting torn from the creature.

he’s fighting.

his fist balled up.

punching the thing that’s causing him the utmost pain with a deep bite.

you sprinted towards sunoo, jumping on your hands and kicking the thing off of him.

grabbing a scalpel, you stabbed the person instantly.

you dropped the scalpel, hands covered in blood and dead remains.

you hear choking in the back.

“sunoo!”

you crawled, throat creating a hard lump.

“sunoo! what—no..” you breathe. “no..”

sunoo, unresponsive. his hand holds onto his wound.

shaking.

“we’re we close?“ he gasps. “tell him i tried.”

your hands apply pressure to his wound.

frowning, you place your forehead towards his. your tears dripping on his face.

“this…” he stops. “this is what mercy looks like, huh.”

you hold him tighter, his blood spilling on your clothes.

faintly, you hear the door open.

you lift your head up.

a flash of light cuts through the room, followed by a sound that pierces your ears.

jay.

he’s there in the doorway, breathing hard, taking the scene too fast to process it all at once.

sunoo still in your arms, barely holding on, his breathing uneven.

shallow.

“jay!“ you shout. “over here!”

he sprints towards you immediately.

his weapon tucked into his waistband, half forgotten.

he drops to his knees beside you, eyes wide, scanning sunoo like he’s trying to understand what went wrong in a single second.

“what happened?!” he demands, voice breaking at the edges. “what happened to my brother?”

sunoo lets out a weak breath, eyes half-lidded.

“you’re hurting my ears,” he says softly, almost a joke, before coughing again.

jay freezes.

like the sound didn’t land right in his head. like he’s trying to convince himself thid isn’t real.

you tighten your hold on sunoo, blood staining your hands and clothes as you press closer to him.

sunoo’s breathing stutters.

his fingers twitch against yours like he’s still trying to stay present.

“jay…” you say quieter now, your voice shaking. “hes—“

you can’t finish it.

sunoo shifts slightly, forcing his eyes open.

he looks at both of you.

like he’s trying to capture the moment.

he swallows.

hard.

“tell him…” he breaths, voice fading. “tell him i tried.”

his grip loosens slightly in your hands.

not gone.

just slipping.

jay drops closer, shaking his head in denial.

“no—no, wait—“

his voice breaks.

he reaches out, like he can pull time back with his hands.

you’re still holding sunoo.

you didn’t even realize you had let go.

sunoo gives you a low stare.

“please…” he whispers, weaker now “i don’t feel good.”

not fear.

not pleading for life.

something worse.

like he knows what’s coming.

his eyes drift. not to you this time.

to jay.

and there’s something in that look that isn’t asking.

it’s stopping him.

like don’t make him watch this.

your body moves before your thoughts catch up.

slow.

wrong.

like your hands belong to someone else.

jay weapon is there—too close, too real.

you don’t remember deciding.

you just remember the weight of it in your grip.

behind you—

“no—!” jay’s voice breaks.

but it sounds far away.

like it’s happening infront of someone else.

your finger tightens.

you don’t feel it happen.

silence presses in too hard.

nothing feels close anymore. just distant shapes, moving wrong.

jay doesn’t move.

for a second, he doesn’t even breathe right.

his eyes are locked on you.

not the noise. not the chaos.

you.

and then—

sunoo.

barely there.

his gaze drifts.

not panicked.

not searching.

just…landing.

on you.

like he’s already stopped fighting before anything finished happening.

jay’s mouth opens.

nothing comes out.

because his brain is not asking questions anymore.

it’s remembering one thing.

your hands

still there.

still too close.

“you were the last thing he saw”

and that’s what stays.

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synopsis : you pulled the trigger because sunoo asked you to. jay never forgave you for it. the dead learned how to hunt. you learned how to live with blood on your hands. mercy didn’t save anyone—it just made the end slower.

genre: zombie au, angst, slow burn, doomed romance, survivor!jay, survivor!reader.

warnings: violence, character death, grief, emotional damage.

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Chapter 1 - The Kindest Thing I Ever Did

Chapter 2 - We Keep Each Other Alive

Chapter 3 - Mercy Was Kind

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