I Had No Intention of Reigning

Monsters appeared. People awakened their own unique abilities. Literally, the apocalypse era had arrived.

I closed my eyes and shut my mouth. Then the monsters wouldn’t threaten me and would just pass by. But conversely, if I opened my eyes even for a moment or made a sound, all the monsters in the same ‘territory’ as me would rush at me all at once.

Then I encountered some twins.

Identical from head to toe, down to a single mole above their eyebrows, they possessed overwhelmingly unfair abilities and skills, and… unfairly handsome faces.

‘…Since there are two of the same face, it’s double the eye candy.’

Because I couldn’t bear to turn those two away. I had no choice but to think the three of us, no more, no less, just the three of us, would survive together peacefully.

That’s definitely what I thought.

“Hey, Kim Hayoung. Someone crawled into our schoolyard and is hiding there?”

“Oppa! People keep mistaking those annoying twins for the Hanul High representatives! It’s so frustrating I could die!”

“Representative-nim, survivors from the K-Mart group say they want to meet you. Should I bring them here?”

…It seems like a lot of things have started clinging to me.

***

There was no time for rational thought. Cha Jeoh abruptly reached out and grasped Kim Hayoung’s—the boy’s—dry wrist. But foolishly, he couldn’t quite bring himself to put any real strength into it.

“Wh-where… where are you going?”

Cha Jeoh’s voice wavered without conviction as he asked. His face equally twisted, he viciously bit down on his lower lip.

Cha Jeoh’s beastly instincts were flashing red alerts and blaring sirens wildly.

That he couldn’t let the boy in front of him go, that he absolutely must not let him go. That if he did let him go, this would become his last meeting with the boy.

He definitely hadn’t been desperate before. Then when had he become desperate?

In truth, the expression only sounded plausible—the twins didn’t actually know what desperation was. Desperately wanting something, desperately wishing for something—these were concepts that couldn’t exist in the twins’ lives.

“…Don’t go.”

Eloquent speech, honest confession of feelings—even if he wanted to, he couldn’t do it. Because he’d never learned it, he didn’t know how. So Cha Jeoh could only plead desperately and mournfully.

“Can’t… can’t you not go…?”

I’ll give up the greed of wanting to push my way into your world without knowing my place, so please just let me watch over that world from the side.