Kihyun a disapproving breath in through his teeth, eyeing the brown sludge that’s supposed to be beans being slopped onto the trays before him. He grumbles under his breath about having to compromise his art for the good of the compound and fills the designated compartments with the side dish. A familiar chuckle reaches his ears, and he glances back at Hoseok, his black hair poking out from beneath his hair net, his face bright red due to the heat of the kitchen.

“That doesn’t look like you’re cleaning dishes, Hoseok-ah,” Kihyun barks at him, his nerves frazzled. Hoseok pokes out his lower lip in frustration at the statement, his brow furrowing together.

“J-Jutht be grateful you’ve got the food you do to cook,” Hoseok fires back. Changkyun comes up beside him, relieving him of his dishwashing duty. He walks over, closer to the younger so as to keep from having to yell. He sets a calming hand at the small of his back, and he feels Kihyun relax into the touch.

“I know,” Kihyun sighs out, his lips pursing in dismay. He pauses, chuckling ruefully as he adds, “No one ever told me the zombie apocalypse would be this difficult to live through, having to survive off ty food like this.” He raises a metal spoon heaped up with bean clumps as if to emphasize his point, letting it drop off in lumps back into the vat. “If I’d have known this, I’d have let one of those ers bite me a long time ago.”

Hoseok whines at this, his hand sliding to Kihyun’s waist to pull him tightly against himself.