VILLAIN 12

The moment the system window turned red and appeared before my eyes, a ringing filled my ears and my head throbbed.

“Ugh,” I let out a small groan and collapsed onto the bed, clutching my head.

I’m really exhausted today….

“Ah, I said no, you crazy—!”

“Right, right. If you mess up, your throat might get cut, hyung.”

I felt as lethargic as if I were coming down with a cold, so I barely touched the breakfast I had with Grandfather. Then, as soon as Lee Sera and Grandfather left, the housekeeper and I dragged Seo Kangsan into the living room.

Scissors and towels ready… and the cloth to wrap around the body, ready.

First, I sat Seo Kangsan in a chair, wrapped him in the cloth, and nodded to the housekeeper. With a solemn face, she approached Seo Kangsan holding the scissors.

“Don’t come any closer! Just try it!”

“Hyung, do you really want to see blood?”

When I spoke nonchalantly while sitting on the sofa with my chin resting on my hand, Seo Kangsan glared at me with wide eyes.

“What are you trying to do!”

“I’m trying to cut your hair.”

“You said you didn’t want to see my face! You said it was disgusting!”

He said that much? …The Seo Hosu from before I possessed him was truly something else.

“If you go to school looking like that state, you’ll get bullied, hyung.”

I had heard him tell Grandfather this morning that he had made up his mind to go to school, so he’ll probably go even if Lee Sera tries to stop him.

Surprisingly, my comment about it being “cool” seemed to have worked; I remembered how dependable Seo Kangsan looked when he said, “I will go to school,” with a stoic face.

Yeah, but I can’t let him go looking like this.

“I don’t need things like friends.”

“But I like the idea of a hyung with lots of friends. I think it’s cool.”

“…What?”

“A loyal friendship—how cool is that?”

“Should the bangs be shorter?”

“Yes, let’s do that. I think it’ll suit him.”

The housekeeper, who had been contemplating how to cut the hair while gesturing here and there, asked me. I figured anything would be better than how it looked now, so I just gave a rough nod.

Still looking displeased, Seo Kangsan furrowed his brow and clamped his mouth shut.

Seeing her timing, the housekeeper moved closer and carefully began to trim the hair that covered his entire face bit by bit. Even though she wasn’t a professional, I admired the clean cut. He was already a good-looking guy, but tidying up his hair made his features stand out even more. Now, if he just puts on some weight, he’ll be perfect.

What on earth is this warm, cozy scene? ⊙ㅁ⊙ꐦ

Ah, don’t show up when the atmosphere is good. I’m not in a great mood right now.

If I truly explode, I feel like I might just go up to the roof and jump off right now, regardless of the story.

What’s wrong? Why are you so sensitive? Did someone steal your favorite snacks?

It’s just that the whole concept of a “setting” is so shitty.

Since this is a game world, settings are inevitable, but it’s just… shitty. If I hadn’t known Lee Sera’s true nature, it wouldn’t have felt this gross and lingering.

Well, I’m in a bad mood because the story is getting tangled because of you, Mr. Seo Hosu, okay? =ㅅ=ꐦ

Then you should have just knocked me out in front of Grandfather.

It’s not like the story has changed enough to alter the ending. Though those people will have to work hard again because of the story revisions.

Those people? Is there something else?

I stood up from my seat, frowning.

There are people who specifically write the main story. They’ll be the ones suffering, but it’s none of our business, is it?

At the system’s somewhat cold reply, I slowly raised my head.

There are people who actually write this story, and this is the best they can do…? That’s even more serious.

“Now, how is it? Much better, isn’t it? Your handsome face is finally showing.”

I turned my gaze at the housekeeper’s kind voice. Seo Kangsan, with his hair neatly trimmed, was covering his face with both hands.

“Why don’t you show us?”

“No way, damn it. What the….”

I got up, approached Seo Kangsan, grabbed his arms firmly, and pulled them away from his face. He tried to resist, but when I made a small “Ssh” sound, he surprisingly let go of his strength, even though his eyes looked like he hated it.

I smiled with satisfaction at the handsome face revealed. There were still some wounds, so he looked a bit pained, but… now that he’s going to school, even Lee Sera won’t be able to mess with him easily.

Wow, our protagonist—once he recovers, he’s going to be even more handsome.

“Ah, I have something to give you.”

I rummaged through my pockets and pulled out a small pencil case, pressing it into Seo Kangsan’s hand.

In my room, I had found pens that wrote well, an eraser, mechanical pencil leads, and the most decent-looking mechanical pencil to put inside one by one. You can’t go to study without writing utensils, right?

“How are you going to study without these? Just take any notebook from my room.”

When there was no response to my words, I tilted my head and looked up.

Seo Kangsan, who was frowning and looking elsewhere, had eyes that were slightly red.

…Why does it feel like I keep making this kid cry? It’s heartbreaking for no reason. I ignored those eyes, turned away, and sat back down on the sofa.

“Do, do you think I’ll be grateful just because you gave me something like this?”

“Yeah, don’t be grateful.”

I don’t expect that either.

I’m just meddling for my own peace of mind. So you don’t need to feel any positive emotions toward me. When I spoke expressionlessly with my chin in my hand, Seo Kangsan let out a hollow laugh.

“They’re all used anyway. Replace them with new ones later.”

“Would you like some fruit?”

“Yes, please.”

The housekeeper, who had been looking back and forth between us, clapped her hands lightly and asked kindly. I didn’t have much of an appetite, but I gave a rough nod so that at least Seo Kangsan would eat.

And yet, Seo Kangsan remained silent until the very end. It seemed like he was holding back tears, or perhaps wondering why I was acting like this. But well, all’s well that ends well.

‘But why is it so peaceful?’

Is it okay for it to be this peaceful? Thinking it was about time for something to happen, I stared into the air.

Why, what! =_=^

What are you plotting that you’re being so quiet? Both you and those great creators of yours.

Those people are probably too busy writing the story to even think about interfering.

If they have the power to crush a person’s hand just because the “plausibility” doesn’t match… I guess I should think of them as god-like beings in this world. Shitty gods who can hold us in their hands and roll us around however they want.

By the way, Mr. Seo Hosu. If you don’t want to bully Seo Kangsan, why don’t you pick and do things he hates? >0<

Why on earth should I do that?

Besides, if it’s something he’d hate, it’s obviously going to be some delinquent-like behavior.

Exactly! Smoking, bullying friends, drinking alcohol! >_<

I’m a kid who hasn’t even started elementary school yet. What kind of nonsense is that?

And betrayal.

I momentarily held my breath at the word “betrayal.”

Because the setting is that Seo Kangsan is heartless toward someone who has turned their back on him. Let’s just wait a bit longer.

I’m asking why I should do that. I sighed while looking at the system window, which was gradually turning red.

Seo Kangsan’s face, which was constantly touching his hair as if the short cut felt awkward, was clearer than usual. Maybe that’s why his emotions seemed more visible.

“Hyung, when do you start school?”

“Next week.”

“What about me? Don’t I go to kindergarten?”

“You? You already finished all elementary education, so you don’t need to go.”

Me? I must be a genius.

‘Then Stem, how long am I supposed to stay alive?’

At least until middle school!

Middle school? Wondering what was with that awkward age, I calculated the ages of Seo Kangsan and myself and snapped my head up.

…I’m asking just in case, but is the protagonist the same age as me?

That’s right! How did you know?

Hey, if an adult touches a kid in a school uniform, they have to go to the police station.

Oh, don’t worry. It’ll be a long time before the protagonists get together. >w<

Well, that’s a relief.

Does that mean I’m one of the characters he meets in school after I enter middle school?