Even Zombies Have Fandoms

Chapter 100

‘D-did I offend him?’

In truth, Seokjae was just amused by the provocative action of those pale, marble-white legs stretching out and stimulating his lower abdomen. But Muyoung, who only intended to push Seokjae away, couldn’t have known this. Feeling caught, Muyoung nervously closed his eyes and said:

“I-I take back what I said about continuing. This should be enough to confirm I’m fine.”

Since proper manners seemed pointless now, he decided to act boldly and play dumb even if he’d apologize later. Muyoung pulled down his shirt to cover his still-stimulated dick and applied more pressure with his legs to make sure Seokjae would back off.

“So please leave now!”

With the stronger force, Seokjae, who had been caught off guard, stumbled back a couple of steps.

As soon as enough space opened up, Muyoung quickly climbed down from the counter and moved to the next phase. He intended to end this situation before Seokjae could react.

Thump!

Muyoung buried the top of his head against Seokjae’s body. He pushed with all his might. With his hands not free, this was his final option to push Seokjae away.

He looked like a ram aggressively butting its target. Though it wasn’t particularly threatening since his opponent was several times larger, like a bull.

Perhaps surprised by Muyoung’s unexpected action, Seokjae obediently stepped back a few paces. But then he started to resist…

“Please-get-out-of-here!”

This time Muyoung wasn’t backing down either. Though he rarely had to use his strength due to Seokjae’s overprotectiveness, as a mutant zombie, Muyoung possessed comparable power. With him pushing seriously, even Seokjae couldn’t hold out for long.

Screech—squeak—

The sound of wet soles rubbing against the floor echoed. As his body was gradually pushed back, Seokjae grabbed Muyoung’s shoulders.

“Muyoung.”

Though he clearly heard the low voice, Muyoung thought ‘to hell with it’ and didn’t answer. Right now, he was too busy saving energy to drive him out.

“Are you…”

But this couldn’t be ignored. There was no way to misunderstand what “that” meant!

“Wha-what! It’s too cold. I’ll catch a cold at this rate. That would be terrible. You must be cold too, so hurry and go change your clothes. What if you catch a cold because of me?”

Muyoung spewed words like a machine gun, pretending to be chilled, trying to block whatever Seokjae was about to say. Whether he was trying to comfort him or interrogate him about his erection, Muyoung didn’t know. Either way, it was just embarrassing, and he didn’t want to hear anything.

Just before he was completely pushed out by Muyoung’s desperate struggle, Seokjae grabbed the edge of the curtain that had been lifted up. He twisted his head to check outside, afraid Muyoung might be visible to others through the gap. A few seconds later, he spoke.

“Alright. I’ll leave now, so take your time changing and come out.”

“What? Oh, yes, yes.”

With his head buried against Seokjae’s chest, Muyoung hadn’t noticed his actions and was caught off guard by the sudden compliance. But fearing Seokjae might change his mind, he hastily nodded.

‘Did he really leave?’

After that, Seokjae truly went outside quietly. Muyoung, who had remained tense until Seokjae disappeared behind the curtain, was left alone and silently agonized while pulling at his hair.

‘Argghhh! So embarrassing!’

Though he gradually calmed down as time passed, it didn’t last long. Another worry began to shake him.

When he removed his briefs to finish changing, his erect dick sprang out, showing a slight pinkish hue compared to the other pale parts of his body. Moreover, there was moisture gathered at the tip. Had things continued, his unfortunate premonition of dirtying Seokjae’s hand might have come true.

Fortunately, that didn’t happen, which was a relief, but the problem occurred next.

“…It won’t go down.”

He tried deep breathing and even mentally singing the national anthem to calm his excited lower region, but the vigor remained. It made sense—with the sounds of the person who caused this state changing clothes nearby, it would be strange if he could calm down easily.

‘Would punching it make it go down?’

Since he couldn’t feel pain, hitting it wouldn’t kill him, but…

‘No, let’s not. If I can’t feel pain, it probably won’t have any effect anyway.’

An instinctive aversion stopped him. Waiting for it to subside was the best option. But he was afraid Seokjae might come looking for him again, asking what was taking so long.

In the end, Muyoung pressed down his erect dick and stuffed it into his new underwear before putting on his pants.

‘Shouldn’t zombies be impotent?’

A question he couldn’t ask anyone—

‘Mutant zombie, my ass. I’m a crazy zombie. A crazy perverted zombie!’

He kept muttering these self-deprecating words repeatedly.

* * *

A much drier Muyoung emerged from behind the curtain, awkwardly hiding his lower body with his wet clothes and bag.

Fortunately, he was wearing loose training pants, and it was dark enough that nobody would notice unless they looked closely. But no one would be comfortable being erect in front of others. Even if some people could handle it, Muyoung definitely wasn’t one of them.

“H-hey guys. Did you wait long?”

“Are you done changing?”

He tried to act casual despite barely being able to lift his head, but to his surprise, the response wasn’t the cheerful voices he’d expected.

Startled, he finally looked up and saw Seokjae standing quietly in one corner of the science lab.

“Yes… Where are the others?”

Before coming out, he had promised himself to stay away from Seokjae until he calmed down, so Muyoung cautiously approached with the smallest steps possible, looking guilty as he asked.

Seokjae, standing next to a supply cabinet, gestured with his chin toward the front.

“Here.”

Rolling his eyes, Muyoung spotted a large bundle on the floor and made an “ah” sound.

“Looks like they fell asleep waiting…”

Kyungho and Junwoo were sitting huddled next to a shelf, fast asleep.

Muyoung felt mixed emotions—guilt for making them wait so long and worry about how much they might have heard from inside. Sighing quietly, he noticed the white fabric surrounding them and commented:

“You even found something to cover them with.”

They were lab coats from the science room. Used as floor mats, worn, and as blankets. Seeing how resourcefully they’d been used, his worries were momentarily forgotten. Just as Muyoung inadvertently smiled…

Rustle—crinkle.

The sound of plastic crinkling caught his attention. Surprised, he turned to see Seokjae unfolding packaged lab coats from an opened box.

“Ah, um, that.”

Muyoung was about to approach to help make sleeping arrangements but realized he was still holding his bundle of things, which he couldn’t put down yet due to their purpose. As he hesitated, Seokjae shook his head.

“It’s fine. I’ll do it myself. It won’t take long. I’ll prepare your spot too, so just rest.”

Normally, Muyoung would have insisted on helping, but given his physical state, he sullenly stayed in a corner, trying not to get in the way.

However, seeing the completed sleeping arrangement, Muyoung couldn’t help but be shocked.

‘If I’d known this would happen, I wouldn’t have stayed put!’

What Seokjae had made wasn’t “two separate sleeping spots” but “one sleeping spot for two people.” Had he known earlier, he might have chosen to move around with his exposed lower half, but it was already too late.

“Come here.”

In the corner opposite from where the other two were sleeping, Seokjae had made the bed. He approached Muyoung, who was standing stiffly at a distance, and grabbed his wrist. Confused, Muyoung couldn’t refuse and was dragged along.

‘Has he already forgotten what happened earlier?’

Or maybe he thought Muyoung’s erection wasn’t worth bothering about… Come to think of it, Muyoung had become aroused just from feeling the outline of Seokjae’s dick. In contrast, Seokjae had seen Muyoung’s erection and remained composed enough to touch it.

‘…I guess that means I have absolutely zero appeal to him?’

Flop.

“Whoa!”

Even after reaching the space where lab coats were spread out wide, the pulling force didn’t stop. Lost in thought, Muyoung dropped his belongings and fell right on top of Seokjae.

“What are you thinking about so deeply?”

Leaning against the wall, Seokjae spread his legs to create space and positioned Muyoung between them.

Looking up at Seokjae, who was smiling more freely than ever, Muyoung felt strangely sad.

‘I’m not even gay, but I react this way to him. No, I only react this way to him…’

He knew. He understood perfectly well that Seokjae didn’t think of him in a sexual way.

But still, shouldn’t someone show at least some reaction when seeing an aroused state right in front of them? Yet he wasn’t surprised or disgusted at all.

‘Even sitting in his arms like this is making me super conscious!’

Though he knew it was absurd to think someone as perfect as Seokjae would be aroused by someone as ordinary as himself, paradoxically, seeing absolutely no change in him made Muyoung feel resentful.

Of course, he wasn’t planning to ask why Seokjae wasn’t affected. He wasn’t foolish enough not to realize this was entirely his own problem.

“Hyung… Thank you for making a place for me to rest, but I’ll just make my own spot separately. I’m sorry.”

Muyoung whispered as he tried to get up.

“I’m, uh, still not, you know, calmed down there. I think it’s better if I’m alone.”

He expected Seokjae would ask why, and since he didn’t want to prolong the conversation, he added the reason preemptively. Though he could have made up another excuse, he told the truth partly out of a twisted desire for Seokjae to show some concern.

“Why?”

“Pardon?”

Wait, he still doesn’t remember even after all that?

As Muyoung was gradually distancing himself from Seokjae, he looked up with an almost tearful face.

“You’re saying you’re still hard, right? That’s why I arranged it this way.”

Frozen by those words that hit him unexpectedly, Muyoung couldn’t respond. And before he could, Seokjae’s hand slithered into his waistband.

“Ah!”

As Seokjae grabbed his half-erect dick that hadn’t been fully constrained by the underwear, he whispered:

“It seems like I caused this. Let me take responsibility.”