𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄; 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

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Y/N'S POV:

I wrestled my arm out of Nam-ra's grip, still staring at my zombified parents. They were slowly but surely crawling towards me.

I could do it. Sacrifice myself by rushing towards them.

"Let's go, Y/N," On-jo hissed, tugging my arm.

I glanced at her, then Su-hyeok, then Nam-ra, and then Cheong-san. All of them were staring at me expectantly.

"Pull yourself together, man!" Su-hyeok shook my shoulders, trying to snap me out of it.

I wiped my tears away from my face.

"Y/N, please, come with us," Cheong-san said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Let's go," Su-hyeok added, looking at the other three. He and Cheong-san wrapped my arms around their shoulders, and we all started running, Nam-ra clutching her ears as the thunder cracked again. On-jo doubled back to wrap her arms around her shoulders as we continued running.

I might as well have been a zombie myself, because I was just running without thinking. Both boys grabbed my hands as I looked behind me at my parents, who were now straightening back up. My eyes then went down to the red cloth connecting their wrists.

'Red string of fate.'

As I stared at my parents one last time, a memory of Appa came to mind — when he first showed me the spot that he and Eomma met at.

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"Hey, sport, if you're gonna sleep, at least go in your room."

I raised my head off of the dinner table as I looked at my father, who, by the looks of it, had just come home from work. "Oh. Hi, Appa. Welcome home. Where's Eomma?"

"Your mother is going to be at work a little longer, okay? I'll get dinner started soon. Have you finished your homework?"

"Oh." I glanced at my half-finished homework, then back at my father with a nervous smile. "Maybe...?"

My father glanced at my half-finished homework, then gave me a half smile and shook his head, taking my arm and pulling me up. "C'mon. I want to show you something."

"But my homework —"

" — can wait. C'mon, get your sweatshirt."

Confused, I went into my room, pulled out my black sweatshirt, and put it on before going downstairs and putting my sneakers on. "Where're we going?'

"I'll show you."

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"Whoa." My mouth dropped open. "So...this is where you and Eomma met?"

It turned out that Appa had taken me to the very first spot where he and my mother had met — in a meadow full of dandelions. In my mind it looked like a cheesy first meeting in some K-drama, but it was...okay, you're gonna think that I'm really cheesy for saying this, but it looked...beautiful.

Appa nodded. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

I lifted up a finger like the love interest in a romantic movie, letting one of the many fireflies that surrounded this meadow land on it. "Yeah. It's...it's awesome."

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And then I looked at Eomma...

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