IZSTASL Chapter 18

Yeah, thinking my ass. He’s obviously planning to kill everyone and leave.

I narrowed my eyes at Yoon Si-chan before speaking.

“Then shouldn’t we hurry up? We’ve only got two fucking pieces of bread left.”

So let’s just kill these bastards and get out already. If we stay here any longer, I’m gonna lose my mind.

As soon as I said that, everyone’s gaze shifted to the microwave, where the bread was kept.

“Hey, what the hell?”

Kim Woo-hyung’s face hardened as he spoke first. There were supposed to be two pieces of bread left, but only one was visible.

Lee Seon-kang, who had stepped closer, opened the microwave and pulled out the last remaining piece—just the condensed milk cream bread. The soboro bread was missing.

Looking flustered, Lee Seon-kang opened the microwave again, checked the floor, and then spoke in a shaky voice.

“One’s missing.”

“Ha…”

At those words, Kim Woo-hyung let out a deep sigh, placing both hands on his waist and lowering his head.

“No, seriously, which bastard was it?”

I was fucking pissed. I didn’t know who did it, but of all things, they had to eat the soboro bread.

I’d thought about doing it too, but damn, whoever actually did it had some serious fucking guts.

I ran my hand through my hair, trying to cool my rising anger, then shouted.

Kim Woo-hyung, who had lifted his head, suddenly strode toward me and grabbed me by the collar.

“What, you fucking—”

Before I could even get all my curses out, a fist flew straight at my face.

Caught completely off guard, my head snapped to the left. As I slowly turned it back, another punch landed, this time from the right.

“Ah! Ah, fuck!”

I quickly reached out to grab Kim Woo-hyung’s arm, but the bastard, eyes wide and teeth clenched, had already raised his fist again.

Crazy fucker.

After taking hit after hit, I finally slammed my elbow down on his wrist.

“You piece of shit!”

Kim Woo-hyung staggered, nearly falling over, flailing his arms to regain balance before immediately charging at me again. I was about to smash my fist into his disgusting face, but he was faster—he chopped down on my neck with his wrist and shoved me hard against the wall.

“Kugh!”

“It was you!”

Coughing, I lifted my head to see Kim Woo-hyung’s flushed, enraged face spewing bullshit.

“The fuck are you talking about, you dumbass—what, the fucking bread?”

“Who else would it be, you bastard?! It was you!”

“No, you fuck—what kind of bullshit is this?! I didn’t eat it, dumbass!”

Kim Woo-hyung spat his words, practically foaming at the mouth, his breath coming out ragged.

This was so fucking ridiculous that I couldn’t even find the words to respond.

I glanced behind him—Cha Min-seok stood frozen, frowning with a shocked look on his face, while Lee Seon-kang was running a hand through his hair in frustration.

As I darted my eyes around, I met Yoon Si-chan’s gaze.

He had been watching expressionlessly but now stood up and started walking toward us.

“Ah!”

Without hesitation, Yoon Si-chan grabbed Kim Woo-hyung by the hair and yanked him back hard, as if he were just getting rid of something annoying.

Losing his balance, Kim Woo-hyung flailed his arms before crashing to the floor.

“Did you eat it?”

Standing in front of me, Yoon Si-chan asked the question with zero emotion.

Still sitting on the floor, Kim Woo-hyung yelled out.

“If it wasn’t that bastard, then who the hell was it?!”

I was fucking furious. My lips trembled uncontrollably from sheer rage.

“No, fuck, I’m telling you, it wasn’t me, you crazy fuck! Why the hell are you coming at me, fuck!”

I stuck my head out, yelling at Kim Woo-hyung, but before I could move any further, Yoon Si-chan grabbed my chin with one hand and casually pushed my head back into place.

Then, as if nothing happened, he let go and slightly furrowed his brows before speaking again.

“Just be honest. Did you eat it?”

I blinked in disbelief. His tone wasn’t particularly angry—it was more like he was just confirming facts.

But if even he suspected me, this wouldn’t just end with getting my ass beat—I could end up as zombie food.

“No, fuck, it really wasn’t me, seriously….”

My voice shook as I held back the burning frustration in my chest. I was so pissed I was about to tear up, but there was no way in hell I was going to cry in front of these bastards. I quickly tilted my head up, staring at the ceiling.

Then, out of nowhere, Lee Seon-kang cautiously spoke up.

“Uh, um… Tae-jung… probably didn’t do it.”

Everyone turned to stare at him.

The shock yanked my tears right back in. Why the fuck is he suddenly defending me?

As our eyes met, Lee Seon-kang let out a frustrated sigh and ruffled his hair like he regretted speaking up.

“Hey, when we were sleeping, that guy was closest to it. And last night, he was the one who suggested eating the missing bread. It was him.”

Kim Woo-hyung, now back on his feet, dusted off his pants and glared at Lee Seon-kang, speaking slowly and deliberately.

“Then by that logic, you guys were just as fucking close to it, dumbass.”

At my words, Kim Woo-hyung clutched his chest, like he was about to have a fucking heart attack.

“No, seriously, who else here would even bother stealing food but you—”

“You got something to back that up?”

Yoon Si-chan’s voice cut through the air.

Yoon Si-chan cut off Kim Woo-hyung’s words and asked in a calm voice.

Lee Seon-kang, who had been rubbing his forehead like he was hesitating, finally lifted his head and looked at Cha Min-seok.

Cha Min-seok visibly flinched, his shoulders trembling as he anxiously started flicking his fingernails.

“Ah, well… actually, after some time had passed since everyone fell asleep….”

Lee Seon-kang trailed off, hesitating.

Yoon Si-chan let out a short “Yeah?”, signaling him to hurry up.

After glancing between me and Kim Woo-hyung, Lee Seon-kang slowly opened his mouth.

“Well… Min-seok….”

“AAAAAHHHH!”

The moment his name came up, Cha Min-seok screamed, flailing his arms like a lunatic before lunging forward and shoving Lee Seon-kang.

“No, fuck, it wasn’t me! I-I didn’t do it!”

Covering both ears with his hands, Cha Min-seok shrieked in a cracked, panicked voice.

Lee Seon-kang, nearly falling, barely managed to steady himself, his face frozen in shock.

Cha Min-seok, on the other hand, was having a full-blown meltdown, practically announcing to the world that he was the thief.

“Ah, fuck. That bastard ate it.”

I muttered, turning to Kim Woo-hyung. He was standing there, eyes wide, looking completely taken aback.

“No, Min-seok… I wasn’t saying you ate it, I was just….”

Lee Seon-kang cautiously stood up, trying to calm him down, but Cha Min-seok only got more hysterical.

“It—it wasn’t me! It was him! That bastard ate it! I saw him!”

Stammering and screaming, he pointed straight at me.

“The fuck? Are you shitting me? You ate it, dumbass!”

I was about to shove past Yoon Si-chan and grab Cha Min-seok by the collar, but I hesitated at the last second. If I pushed too hard and made the wrong move, I might end up screwed instead.

“If you ate it, just fucking admit it.”

Yoon Si-chan spoke calmly, staring directly at Cha Min-seok.

Cha Min-seok violently shook his head, scratching at the back of his hand as he stumbled backward.

“Wait, Cha Min-seok… was it really you?”

Kim Woo-hyung asked, sounding completely dumbfounded.

Cha Min-seok, looking around in panic, suddenly bolted toward the desks.

Fuck.

Bending down, he grabbed both baseball bats—the ones Yoon Si-chan and I had brought—with each hand.

Lee Seon-kang, startled, raised his hands and tried to calm him down. “Whoa, whoa, Min-seok, take it easy!”

“I saw it! It wasn’t me!”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Cha Min-seok started swinging the bats wildly in every direction.

Yoon Si-chan blinked at the sight, then suddenly lowered his head slightly, laughing.

What the fuck is up with this guy’s sense of humor since yesterday?

“Min-seok! Put them down! Just put them down first!”

Lee Seon-kang slowly approached with his palms up, shouting urgently.

Kim Woo-hyung, completely flustered, backed up until he was pressed against the wall.

“It was Woo Tae-jung! I swear! It wasn’t me!”

Cha Min-seok shrieked, swinging one of the bats so hard that Lee Seon-kang had to stumble backward and ended up falling to the floor.

“Hey, Cha Min-seok! Have you lost your fucking mind?! What the hell are you doing?!”

Kim Woo-hyung shouted in shock, watching as one of the bats slammed into the wall with a loud thud. The recoil made Cha Min-seok stumble, but he tightened his grip on the bats with both hands.

“Hey.”

Yoon Si-chan finally stopped laughing.

Taking a step forward, he called out to Cha Min-seok.

Cha Min-seok immediately pointed both bats at him, screaming.

“D-Don’t move! Stay back!”

His voice wavered, trembling hands gripping the bats as if he were about to throw them.

That shit’s going to hurt like hell if he lands a hit.

I instinctively took a step behind Yoon Si-chan, but that just made Cha Min-seok’s gaze snap toward me instead.

“I said don’t move!”

Fuck. I ended up drawing all the aggro instead.

Cha Min-seok, his eyes bloodshot, hurled a bat straight at me.

But he was so worked up that it missed completely, slamming into the wall before clattering to the floor.

Watching the bat roll away, I scoffed.

“You think you’re gonna hit me, dumbass?”

That bat’s mine now. Nothing to be afraid of.

I’m gonna beat the shit out of him instead.

Bending down, I reached for the fallen bat.

For a moment, Cha Min-seok froze, his face blank. Then his whole body started trembling violently before he gripped the remaining bat and charged straight at me.

“No, fuck, wait—!”

I hadn’t even straightened up yet when he swung the bat at my head like a maniac.

I barely managed to raise my bat over my head just in time to block his strike.

“Agh!”

Fucking psycho. If I hadn’t blocked that, my skull would’ve been cracked open for sure.

But he didn’t stop. Eyes blazing with madness, he immediately lifted the bat again for another swing.

I instinctively stumbled backward, but I lost my footing and fell hard onto my back.

“Wait! Fuck, I’m sorry!”

My wrist slammed against the floor, and I lost my grip on the bat.