IZSTASL Chapter 8

The murderous rage I had felt toward Seo Jae-jun and Park Hyun-woo immediately shifted back to Yoon Si-chan.

I really wanted to kill him.

I wanted to grab his face and smash it straight into the floor.

My breathing grew ragged, and my clenched fists trembled. I bit down hard on my lip, but in the end, I couldn’t hold it in and spat it out.

“You fucking… fucking psycho bastard. You think this is funny? Huh? Is this fun for you, you piece of shit?”

I was so worked up that my words came out stuttering.

Yoon Si-chan just raised his eyebrows, his smirk still intact.

That expression made my blood boil so much that my head started pounding.

“What, you son of a bitch?! You got a problem?! Then why the fuck are you pulling this dumbass prank?!”

I was practically screaming now, but at some point, Yoon Si-chan’s face had gone completely blank.

I knew instantly—I was fucked.

But once my mouth had started running, I couldn’t shut up. If I did, the rage burning through my body would probably burst out through my eyeballs instead.

“You can’t even count numbers properly! What

My breathing grew ragged, and my clenched fists trembled. I bit down hard on my lip, but in the end, I couldn’t hold it in and spat it out.

“You fucking… fucking psycho bastard. You think this is funny? Fuck, is this fun for you?”

I was so worked up that my words came out stuttering. Yoon Si-chan just raised his eyebrows with that same smirk. That expression made my head pound with rage.

“What, you bastard! You got a problem?! Then why the fuck are you playing these dumbass pranks?!”

The moment I spat it out in pure fury, Yoon Si-chan’s face turned expressionless. I instinctively knew I was screwed, but once my mouth started running, I couldn’t stop. If I held it in, the heat surging through my body would explode through my eyes instead.

“You can’t even count properly! What are you, a math failure?! You dumbass piece of shit! Who the fuck do you think you are to mess with me?!”

I remembered how he had yelled at me to move when I got too close, how he had told me I was completely useless. Those two moments flashed through my mind, and then I suddenly remembered the time Yoon Si-chan had beaten the shit out of me.

And then, I recalled how he had tried to kill me on the first floor. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t suppress my anger. My entire body trembled violently, and even screaming didn’t help, so I clawed at the back of my neck. The heat that felt like it would burst out of my eyes turned into tears, falling pathetically down my face.

The whole situation was just fucked. My life had always been a mess, but now, zombies had shown up just to tell me to hurry up and die.

To survive, I had to grovel before the most disgusting bastard. I had thought that even rich kids would be equal in this situation, but the real rich ones had probably already taken a helicopter and flown away somewhere.

I was so worked up that even my own curses sounded distant to my ears. Yoon Si-chan spun the baseball bat resting on the floor in slow circles. As I watched him grip the handle tightly and stare at me, my anger suddenly drained away, and my mouth shut.

He was terrifying.

What the hell was I doing?

I had barely survived, and now I was about to die.

Yoon Si-chan, who had been staring straight at me, let out a scoff and turned his gaze away.

I hesitated between kneeling down or running to a corner when he suddenly spoke.

“The fuck are you rambling about… What are you doing?”

His tone was purely dumbfounded.

He didn’t even seem interested. He just spun his bat casually and perched himself on a desk by the window.

“No, fuck, I mean, you…”

I stammered, completely thrown off.

The fact that I had to feel relieved seeing him act like he didn’t give a shit pissed me off even more.

Yoon Si-chan focused on opening the window to check outside while I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and slumped onto the desk next to him.

The zombies outside wandered aimlessly around the speakers as if they had nowhere to go.

There didn’t seem to be any speakers near our building, which was why there were no zombies in sight.

Since we were on the second floor, if we jumped down carefully, we might be able to escape.

“Hey, doesn’t it seem like we could just jump down from here?”

The silence that followed my outburst felt awkward and unsettling, so I blurted something out.

Yoon Si-chan, still staring out the window, furrowed his brows as if frustrated.

“That’d make noise.”

“Oh, right. Then should we put something down first?”

“We need to make a rope.”

“You say that like it’s easy. Where the hell are we gonna find one?”

“We’re gonna make one, dumbass.”

“Do you seriously only know how to call people dumbasses?”

Yoon Si-chan, who had been looking at me while responding, paused for a moment before letting out a short laugh.

“Whatever, let’s just find something first.”

With that, he climbed down from the desk and walked toward the lockers.

Guess he realized he really has only been calling me a dumbass.

I won.

Smirking slightly, I hopped off the desk and followed him.

Yoon Si-chan started opening the lockers one by one, checking inside.

As I moved behind the teacher’s desk, I noticed a stark difference—unlike the clean front door, the wall near the TV and speakers was covered in bloody handprints.

The thought of how many zombies must have swarmed in here made my stomach churn.

Peeking into the slightly tilted teacher’s desk, I spotted some familiar items.

A plastic basket sat underneath, filled with extra chalk, an eraser, paper clips, and a stapler.

Pulling the basket out, I checked deeper inside the desk and found something amazing.

“Holy fuck!”

A chocolate bar.

And not just any chocolate bar—one of those fancy ones with almonds.

I accidentally let out a mix of a cheer and a curse.

“What.”

Yoon Si-chan straightened up from rummaging through a locker and looked at me.

I almost told him about the chocolate bar—almost.

But there was only one.

And it was small, barely even filling my palm.

If I mentioned it, that bastard would definitely snatch it and eat it all himself.

No way.

This was mine.

“Nothing, just… this whole situation is fucking annoying.”

I mumbled some bullshit, and Yoon Si-chan, looking completely unimpressed, turned his head away.

“Are you a dumbass?”

As I kept glaring at the back of Yoon Si-chan’s head while he rummaged through the lockers, I carefully slipped the chocolate bar into my pocket as quietly as possible.

Pretending to keep searching for something, I clasped my hands behind my back and casually walked over to stand next to him.

Most of the lockers had already been opened. Inside, there was nothing but useless junk like textbooks and pencil cases.

Yoon Si-chan had already pulled a few things out and placed them on the floor: a couple of textbooks, three staplers, seven rolls of blue tape, and two pairs of scissors.

What an idiot.

Of course, this was all there was in a classroom. What the hell did he expect to find?

Seeing his judgment was completely off, I couldn’t help but smirk and comment.

“Wow, impressive. You gonna make a rope out of this too, genius?”

Yoon Si-chan, who was opening the last locker, turned his head.

His face remained expressionless, but his eyes practically screamed, Do you want to fucking die?

I quickly avoided his gaze and shut my mouth.

After pulling out all the textbooks from the final locker, he stacked them on the floor as well.

I was happy that he was wrong, but I still had no clue what the hell he was planning to do with all this.

“Woo Tae-jung.”

I had been absentmindedly staring at the pile of junk when he suddenly called my name.

It was the first time he’d ever used my actual name, and it felt weird as hell.

Getting called hey was already annoying as shit, but hearing my name come out of his mouth? That was a whole new level of disgusting.

When he just said hey, it felt like he was dismissing me.

But calling me by name? That felt nasty and dirty.

“What.”

I looked at him, suddenly tempted to change my name altogether.

Yoon Si-chan was standing there with his index and middle fingers pressed together, his thumb spread apart, forming a sort of clamp with his hand turned horizontally.

“Put your face here.”

“What?”

“Your face. Here.”

Expressionless, he gestured toward his fingers with his eyes.

A bad feeling hit me immediately, and I instinctively took a step back.

“…What the fuck are you pulling now?”

My voice trailed off as I stood frozen.

Yoon Si-chan took a step closer.

“Do you want to get hit, or just put your face here?”

With a blank expression and a calm voice, he threw out that bullshit choice.

I had no idea why the hell he was suddenly pulling this crap.

“What the fuck, why are you doing this—?!”

“Five, four—”

The countdown started out of nowhere, and knowing him, he could skip numbers however he pleased.

Instinct kicked in, and I immediately rushed forward, pressing my right cheek against the inside of his fingers.

“Agh—ah! Fuck!”

This crazy bastard clamped down hard, pinching my cheek between his fingers.

The pain felt like my skin was twisting off, and I screamed, struggling, but he used his other hand to grip my face and keep it still.

“Ah! It hurts! Fuck—ah, ah!”

“It hurts?”

“It fucking hurts!”

“How about this?”

He asked like he was giving a warning, then yanked my cheek straight upward.

The pain felt like my skin was about to tear off, and I grabbed his wrist in panic.

Yoon Si-chan just watched my reaction, laughing.

“Ith reary hurths, fuck! Ith hurths!”

I scrambled to figure out what the hell had gone wrong.

Retracing my steps, I realized—

He must’ve been pissed about me mocking his whole rope idea earlier.

I thought he was fine with the insults since he didn’t react before, but apparently not.

“Thorry! Thorry, fuck!”

“For what?”

“The rope! That! I wath being an athhole!”

“The rope?”

His tone was so clueless it made me want to punch him right in the face.

“YES! I’M SORRY!”

When I apologized again, he finally let go.

I clutched my cheek, which felt like it was already bruising, and quickly backed away. That crazy bastard just laughed like he could barely hold it in.