Little drabble ish thing idktjrkdn
So I watxhed the zombst(is dat how u spell ir??) roumd 1 (COINCIDENTALLY there was liek 5 more mins in the waiting room until it started as i was packing) andd i only just got an idea yesterday today ish :>
and why not write it befor i forget :D
(All images above and/or below are from pinterest!! Not mine!!)
right so, same zombie stage everything. Infected people here and there, the whole zombies on stage thing where the show never ends.
BUTTTT
YOU are infected, whether it be getting randomly bitten when you went out or a turned family member who infected you.(It doesn't seem like the infected attack on sight like the zombies you'd see usually?? Ik it's supposed to represent the kpop industry but it seems more like they only bite/infect if given the chance to? Like if you provoke them, smth like how sua sticks her thumb in mizi's mouth and kisses her, or maybe it's just mizi who's more docile ish)
Point is you're now a zombie, your body rots away slowly revealing blotches of dark red flesh that gives visibility to your organs.
You feel nothing, you know nothing. Only able to endlessly repeat your daily routine your deteriorating muscles remember, the you before nowhere to be found, leaving behind only an empty shell of skin and bones.
And your dearest admirer stalker happens to find you right after your mind has been taken over.
They can't help but feel a sharp stab in their heart at your once relaxed and bright self now turned into, well, this.
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Sunday(pre ae):
He didn't know how to feel initially when he was told you were infected, even more so when he saw you in person.
The blank expression on his face contorting into something even his closest subordinates have never once seen, not on him, not once, not ever.
Just the other day you were still smiling so brightly at him, so unaware of his identity. How...when did this happen? Who turned you into this?...
He was simply drawn in by the way you carry yourself, atleast that's what he told himself. Yet anyone could tell by the way his eyes narrowed, that unfamiliar glint of pain disguised as pity alongside his furrowed brows, but not quite in anger.
Barely managing to catch himself from slipping as the two other men beside him were sent away, kneeling down in front of you and cupping your face with such gentleness you'd have thought he was a completely different person.
"Oh, my sweet dove..." he mutters so sweetly with vulnerable affection, the corners of his mouth curling up ever so slightly at your faint, incoherent mumbles. "what have they done to you?..." he whispers to himself, voice shifting into a pitch even he didn't know was possible for him.
Thumb grazing over your cracked lips, ever so avoiding the inside of your mouth no matter how much he wishes he could just give in and let you infect him.
Instead, he settles for taking you with him. Luckily, you were docile enough to not attack even when you were picked up and placed on the seat beside his as you were driven 'home'.
He's always wanted this, you sitting so close to him in silence provided by the enclosed space of his car. Although he can't reach over and kiss you now, he'll settle for just holding your rotting body tightly in his arms with his face nuzzled in your shoulder.
You won't bite him, he knows it. And even if you wanted to, there's nothing your undead self can do about the muzzle covering your mouth.
You're still the brightest star in his eyes, zombie or not. Although...you won't be performing for any audiences other than him, you're not going anywhere now that he has you right where he wants you.
Phainon:
I feel like he'd have a similar reaction to sua's, maybe even slightly more emotional.
But since mizisua in zombst isn't like a stalker/ admirer x unaware or one sided thing, I believe having one of you two being a kpop idol doesn't really suit that...
So let's say the two of you are close/ childhood friends, whatever approach he chooses to take to get closer to you.
He knows your interests and all being your best friend, and is aware that you currently have a fixation on a newly debuted idol. Something about going to see a concert of theirs...? He wasn't really paying attention to whatever you said about the idol anyways, too busy admiring the bright smile on your face and your voice.
But...he hasn't seen you ever since you went to that concert, he can't find you either. Asking your parents didn't help, neither did asking your other friends give him anything good either.
He was getting worried, real worried. (Like jinshi crash out when maomao got kidnapped lmao) Even though it's only been a day since you last texted him, he can't help it. He should've went with you to the concert, shouldn't have put his guard down just because the two of you were close now.
And so he finds himself at the exact location of the concert venue, following the tracker in your phone until he reaches the small alley between the venue and a couple other buildings. His steps growing more urgent as the familiar sound of your voice gets closer, although it was just faint sounds of discomfort, soft enough that it'd disappear as quick as it was heard.
He felt uneasy the close he got, a pit forming in his stomach as your voice got louder. Have you been here the whole time? Were you hurt? What happened? Why didn't you go home? Why didn't you text hi-
Oh.
The phone in his hand dropped immediately once his eyes landed on you, that large blotch of dark red on your shoulder, the white of your bones peeking out from the rot.
His expression frozen in shock quickly changing to that of immense concern the moment he catches himself, stumbling closer to you with incoherent stutters. His large hands ending up against your face as tears spill out from his eyes, knees bruised by his panicked approach.
Hands tilting your head up so your gaze meets his desperate ones, breathing ragged as he desperately chants your name. Trying to find the slightest hint that you're still there, that this is all a lie, a sick prank.
But he finds nothing, only the voiceless moving of your lips. His tears won't stop falling, grip loosening as he finally comes to terms with what's happening.
Whispering your name one last time in a broken voice, praying a part of you would recognize him. His expression crumbling when he got nothing in return, head hung low while he whispers apologies so painfully soft.
"You'll forgive me, won't you...?"he mumbles, cupping your cheek with one hand while the other reaches down, fingers intertwining with your limp ones.
His lips curling up into a bright smile filled with affection, breathing out a quiet 'i love you' before pressing his lips against yours. Ignoring the stinging pain on his lip as you bite down from the sudden intrusion, he doesn't care about being infected.
Not when it's by you atleast.
Mydei:
You've never interacted with him before, only knowing him as the kid from a well known family who happened to be everywhere you went for some reason.
You thought coincidentally having your eyes meet wherever you went would stop when you graduated, but it only seemed to grow worse. Unlike before where you only saw him in campus, he was everywhere now.
The cafe you liked and frequently visited, the convenience store you'd stop by every now and then, even the same path you took on a daily basis, you'd always see his large intimidating frame there one way or another.
You had no choice but to question him about it when you were walking down an empty neighborhood, his footsteps matching yours albeit lighter than usual.
He had pre prepared explanations and reasons to all your questions, determined to lower your suspicions. Yet all those went flying out the window once you started breaking down at him to leave you alone, voice cracking and tears welling up as you screamed at him.
He wanted to reach out, but you slapped his hand away. Chest heaving as you stared at him with wide eyes, something about that desperate and pleading look beneath your slightly messed up hair making him pause in his steps, guilt swallowing his heart whole as he watches you leave his sight.
He hasn't seen you since then, not wanting to stress you out any further or even fuel your hatred towards him. Not until being dragged to an auction by his parents, real valuable things will be there they said.
'There's a new section, only open to specific people.' they said. His matte golden eyes dimming with each object getting sold, exotic animals here, some jewelry there, a couple artworks on the side.
He misses you, misses the bright smile that was never once thrown his way, misses the change in pitch of your voice whenever you talk about something, misses the warmth of your body against his that one time you happened to bump into him.
Eyes glancing back at the stage at the mention of a 'zombie for sale', he didn't think it would be anything special. Maybe a past performer for the sick zombie stage thing, what could anyone do with a zombie anyways?
But something inside that covered cage felt familiar, too familiar. His eyes narrowed in suspicion immediately widening in surprise when he sees you, dressed in a rich red with your hair set too perfectly in place. Eyes cloudy and dull, and that...huge wound unnaturally shaped as a heart just sitting on top of your chest like a bouquet of wilted roses.
His previously relaxed frame immediately tensing into panic as he hears the first bid go off, raising his paddle as he stands up quicker than he ever has, the largest number he could think of leaving his lips in a split second. Surprising even his parents seated beside him, staring at him with wide eyes as the zombie in the cage was declared sold with claps so deafeningly loud they could barely hear their thoughts. Even more so when they watched their son run out the hall the moment that cage was moved from the stage, the large wooden door slamming shut behind him with a loud wham.
Was it you? Was it really you?
He felt like puking with each light, hurried tap of his feet against the carpeted floor, the wind blowing against his face feeling colder than ever as he ran to the backstage door.
His footsteps only starting to slow as he cautiously approached your cage, hearing the soft humming coming from your lips, he couldn't help the way his face softened to that familiar look of fondness he always looked at you with.
You were smiling.
Your life once so full of life and color now dazed and cloudy, yet there was no mistaking your identity. Head leaning against the metal bars, fingertips lightly tapping against the cold surface with your legs limp against the floor.
He could faintly see the tip of needles poking out from beneath your dress under the dim light, you hated needles, he knew that. Hate how they'd slide past your skin so easily, hate how the pain was focused into one small spot.
The cage wasn't locked very well to his delight, just a simple flick of his wrist sent the door flying open. You didn't lunge at him, didn't attack, didn't scream at him to go away. He couldn't help but feel a sick sense of joy at that, fingers threading into your styled hair, watching the strands fall back down into the view he's seen oh so many times before.
Gently picking you up and cradling you against his chest, fingers carefully plucking out each needle stuck into your skin while that familiar tune continued slipping past your oh so pretty undead lips.
He's here now, there's nothing to worry about. He'll keep you safe, something like this won't happen again. You won't leave him, won't have to experience anything you don't like anymore.
He'll feed you all the human flesh you need to survive, even his if it comes to it.
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Idk i could only think of three characters 🧍♀️ two days MY FOOT. I need to stop constipating wait no contemplating iswrhdjendkenzje aaaaaarghhdhejb maybe i'll write a similar thing for genshin or continue this with other hsr character aejfjendj
Edit: I FORGOT TO TAG AND PUBLISHED IT PLS HEKD OMGHEBSN














