You pull away from Su-hyeok awkwardly realising what you just did. He grins at you seeing your flushed face but you shake your head and turn to what everyone is looking at. Su-hyeok sat on the table with his leg on either side of you but you don't pay attention to that seeing Gyeong-su's nose bleeding...
"Gyeong-su, you're bleeding." Cheong-san mutters from the opposite side of the desk away from everyone
"I am? Right, it's because Su-hyeok hit me with a fucking mop" Gyeong-su chuckles rubbing the blood from his nose. You walk over to the desk grabbing a tissue and Gyeong-su follows
"Stay back. The both of you. Stay where you are! You both were bitten, weren't you, Y/n, Gyeong-su?" Na-yeon assumes making you look at her tilting your head at her assumption
"If you would like me to strip to show you I have no bite marks. I will" You suggest blankly as you are unsure on why Na-yeon is accusing you of being bitten as well as Gyeong-su
"Y/n, that's inappropriate behaviour!" Ms Park scolds as you shrug and dab Gyeong-su's nose
"We wasn't! We wasn't! Didn't you see Su-hyeok hit me? The zombie only grabbed, Y/n! What is your fucking problem with us!?" Gyeong-su yells as he grabs your wrist stopping you from taking care of his bloody nose. He drops your wrist and approaches Na-yeon
"You both were bitten! I-sak got a nosebleed just before she turned. On-jo. You saw it, right? That's the same thing that happened to I-sak" Na-yeon informs
"So that's why she's not here. Why am I being accused? I see no nose bleed on me." You question while shoving your hands in your pockets and lean on the desk as Gyeong-su comes to your side
"The zombie grabbed you! She was close to your neck she bit you!" Na-yeon yells as you stare at her blankly tilting your head
"Gyeong-su, Y/n." Ms Park tries to speak
"I-i'm telling you! I swear we wasn't bit! Shit." Gyeong-su yells as he grabs your hand firmly. You pull down your top a bit as you felt a stinging pain to reveal bloody scratch marks caused by the zombie as it must've grabbed your skin while grabbing onto your clothes.
"Shame, I really like this crop-top now I have blood stained all over it" You murmur to yourself looking at the holes in your top showing the scratch marks more as the blood stained your white crop-top
"Look. Your hand and your chest. Explain that? What is it?" Na-yeon notices the marks on Gyeong-su and yourself
"A scratch mark from when the corpse grabbed me. Though this virus only seemed to be carried by a bite, so i'm not infected as no zombie blood or saliva entered my body" You exclaim as you stay leaned on the table looking down at the scratch marks
"I got it from the computer. Didn't you see that? Don't you trust us? I can't believe this. We got this trying to save all of you!" Gyeong-su scoffs walking up to her as the group backs away. He sighs and walks back to you as you only stare coldly at the floor. Su-hyeok stands in front of you grazing his three fingers over the scratch mark as the scar looked like it could've been made by an animals claws. Cheong-san checks Gyeong-su's hand
"It's not a bite. It's a scratch" Cheong-san informs
"Same with, Y/n. Just a scratch." Su-hyeok adds smiling as he lifts your chin locking eye contact.
"Whoever wants to check, come look." Cheong-san speaks up as he comes over to you pushing Su-hyeok a bit by accident to inspect yours
"It's a scratch?" Dae-su questions looking at your chest and Gyeong-su's hand
"Yeah, definitely. Just scratches" Su-hyeok agrees staying by your side as Wu-jin slips in grazing his hand over the scratch
"Be careful! Aish, you had me worried. Idiot!" Wu-jin scolds as he hits the top of your head
"My apologies" You mumble not knowing what to say as you've never really had someone worry for you
"Ms. Park, look" Cheong-san calls over Ms Park
"Mm. Well, it doesn't look like a bite. Thank god. It's just scratches. They're okay." Ms Park confirms as she inspects the two wounds
"Done yet? I said, are you done with us now?!" Gyeong-su shouts as you stare blankly ahead of you
"Wait. This means the computer's gone. No internet" Joon-yeong mumbles holding the keyboard in his hand
"Couldn't you have thrown something else instead of the computer?" Dae-su complains
"He should've thrown someone out" You mumble coldly with a low warning tone as you look up meeting Dae-su's feared eyes
"I mean, he did good...you did good. Thank you. I'm sorry, Y/n. Don't be mad. Hey, Na-yeon. Look. Say sorry. End this." Dae-su mutters in a panic as he approaches Na-yeon
"Why should I?" Na-yeon questions
"They did it to save us all. Why can't you just say that you're sorry?" Dae-su scoffs
"Because sorry isn't in her vocabulary" You speak up
"It's not in yours either. You can never admit you're wrong" She argues
"That's because, me being wrong is an irregular occurrence...you on the other hand, you lower other people's self-esteem trying to boost your own. But fail miserably" You snap standing beside Dae-su as your eyes show no ounce of emotion
"I don't!" She whines
"Liar. The truth is you're a pathetic girl that relies on others to do her dirty work." You continue
"We're no different" She yells
"Yes, we are. If I want something done I do it myself. I can't afford other people doing my work for me as they'll screw up. I expect them to disappoint me. Another difference is you're an incredibly stupid being, that refuses to use her own brain" You simply state with your hands in your pockets
"Ugh! I hate you" She grumbles
"The feelings mutual. But regardless, me and Gyeong-su, aren't infected and whether you like it or not...you're wrong" You say in a threatening tone as you turn your back to her walking towards Gyeong-su and standing by his side
"I saw everything. I saw the creature grab you both! I'm right. They could be infected" Na-yeon protests
"Could...use to indicate possibility and a use of making a suggestion. However, I have a stronger argument. We're not infected" You debate firmly
"Na-yeon, Y/n. Enough." Ms Park tries to stop the bickering
"It really did. That thing grabbed his hand and her body!" Na-yeon yells
"Wait, can touching his hand infect him?" Cheong-san questions making you raise an eyebrow
"I have no idea but maybe" Na-yeon answers
"Ah, another mere of a possibility or probability" You scoff with no emotion as you glare at her
"I held I-sak's hand when she fell. Why is nothing happening to me?" On-jo speaks up with a hint of frustration
"Because they have a cut on his hand and her chest. And since there's an open wound, it's probably gonna be different" Na-yeon explains
"That's fucking—" Gyeong-su mutters but you grab his arm tightly
"That's incorrect. Unless zombie blood or zombie saliva has entered your blood stream you are completely free from the virus as it hasn't entered your body and has no way of infecting you. A touch doesn't do anything apart from pass germs though this virus isn't passed by germs it's passed by bites" You exclaim still holding Gyeong-su's arm
"Stop blaming me. Why don't you just think for yourselves?" Na-yeon complains
"Na-yeon. I know you always hated Gyeong-su and Y/n, but I think you're really crossing the line here. This is about life and death." Cheong-san defends you both as he protectively stands in front of you
"She's always like this." Ji-min speaks up earning a glare from Na-yeon but she rolls her eyes and looks away
"If it weren't for them we would most definitely all be dead right now" Su-hyeok defends grabbing your hand pulling you into his side
"And now, they might be the one killing all of us" Na-yeon argues
"Now you're the one who's killing me. Just shut up, Na-yeon" Wu-jin snaps making you look at him as you've never seen him that angered that he'd yell
"Just check my hand and her chest, we're totally fine. Don't you see that!?" Gyeong-su yells grabbing you and pulling you away from Su-hyeok
"Hey, that's enough, all of you! Okay? We're ending this." Ms Park shouts as you fall back into the desk. Gyeong-su quickly grasping your shoulders keeping you up as you lost your balance when he pulled you
"Ms Park" Na-yeon tries
"Enough." Ms Park demands
"But she—" Gyeong-su is the one now trying
"No. Let's do this. Gyeong-su, Y/n, you're going to wait in the recording room for ten minutes. I know it'll be hard, but at least it's better than people thinking you're infected." Ms Park states calmly
"No one else thinks that we're infected. It's only her." Gyeong-su argues
"Gyeong-su, Y/n...would you please do it?" Ms Park pleads
"Fuck ten. We'll do half...we'll just do a full hour" Gyeong-su grumbles
"There's really no point doing an hour since it takes less than five minutes. Stop overreacting" Cheong-san mumbles to his best friend as you stay quiet, clenching your jaw and biting your cheek
"It's just to be sure" Gyeong-su waves him off from frustration
"Is that enough? And if nothing happens, you'll apologise, right?" Ms Park questions Na-yeon
"Yeah" She mumbles as she nods
"And everyone else is okay with that, right?" Ms Park questions
"Yes" the group agrees nodding
"If we do this, who's gonna step up next time? We all be too scared." Cheong-san mumbles
"You're right. But...Let's consider this a way to learn to trust each other." Ms Park tries to teach as you bite your cheek harder
"I do...I trust Gyeong-su...Y/n" Cheong-san says and you scoff gaining everyone's attention as there eyes fall onto your clearly angered figure. The anger radiating off your body
"I know this feeling all too well." You grumble clearly annoyed
"What feeling?" Ms Park questions gently as she tries to give a comforting smile but your cold glare makes it difficult
"The feeling that everyone fears you. The feeling that nobody believes you. The feeling that no one trusts you. Just because you say it doesn't mean it's true. I'd rather have someone tell me the truth than have someone spew bullshit." You state venom laced in your tone as you shove your hands in your pocket ignoring everyones eyes and swinging the door to the recording room open and slamming it shut once your inside
You lean your back on the desk as you sit on the floor. You kick the rolling chair away from you in rage as you stare at your hands with a clenched jaw. Gyeong-su joins you and sits on the chair you kicked bringing it back to the desk on the opposite side of the desk turning it to the wall as everyone looks at you both through the window
Word Count: 1962