By Zephyria 
Mo Yeon-hu glared at the screen with a face full of indignation.
“Why? Is it a nickname you recognize?”
Cunning and malicious! To choose a name like that just to spite him in plain sight!
“What nickname are you going to pick, Hyung?”
Seeing Kwon Mi-eon grinning from ear to ear, Mo Yeon-hu’s lips twitched involuntarily. His stubbornness flared up.
‘Fine, if that’s how you want to play it.’
He didn’t know why. For some strange reason, Mo Yeon-hu felt a sudden urge to act in the exact opposite way of what the other wanted. To tease Kwon Mi-eon, who had chosen a nickname claiming he wasn’t ‘Mi-yeong,’ Mo Yeon-hu impulsively hammered away at the keyboard.
OnlyMsMiYeong
A mechanic who only looks for Ms. Mi-yeong, and an arbiter who is not Mi-yeong.
Looking at the nicknames alone, his mechanic would have no business being paired with Kwon Mi-eon’s arbiter character. Because of that, they actually looked more like a couple… Of course, he had no intention of actually using this nickname. It was merely a provocative gesture.
“……Huh?”
Kwon Mi-eon’s expression instantly twisted into a fierce scowl. However, the aura was so murderous that Mo Yeon-hu realized something had gone terribly wrong.
‘I should tell him it’s a joke, quickly.’
It was obvious he was angry because Mo Yeon-hu had joked about his cousin’s name.
“Ah, sorry. It was just a jo—”
“Are you crazy?”
But then.
“I can’t stand the sight of it, so delete it now. What are you doing, seriously?”
Did he… hate the idea of being linked to his cousin that much?
Seeing him speak with such a stern face, Mo Yeon-hu felt a bit stung. Of course, he understood Kwon Mi-eon’s position. He probably disliked someone messing with his precious family.
‘Am I… not even allowed to like her?’
It seemed that the mere fact that Mo Yeon-hu liked Ms. Mi-yeong annoyed Kwon Mi-eon. It wasn’t like he was planning to do anything… he didn’t even have the courage for that… Feeling unfairly treated, Mo Yeon-hu spoke without thinking.
“N-no, I won’t.”
“You won’t?”
Kwon Mi-eon asked back, sounding appalled, as he reached out.
“I told you to delete it.”
“I said no! I’m using this!”
“What are you doing? Give it here. I’ll delete it myself.”
“No!”
Ultimately, the two began a childish scuffle over the ridiculous nickname. Kwon Mi-eon tried to overpower him to hit the backspace key, while Mo Yeon-hu scrambled to reach the enter key, refusing to back down.
(Notification) Nickname setting complete.
“I pressed it!”
“What are you talking about? I pressed it.”
“No, you didn’t! Look. Once the loading is finished…!”
The two, who had been raising their voices while confident in their own agility, froze simultaneously.
Because Kwon Mi-eon was holding Mo Yeon-hu’s chair with one hand and the mouse with the other, Mo Yeon-hu’s reflection—pressed tightly against him as if being embraced—was visible on the black loading screen.
‘Isn’t this position a bit weird?’
He suddenly felt bashful. Feeling awkward, Mo Yeon-hu tried to subtly pull away.
“Why, why… are you following me?”
Far from pulling away, the other drew even closer, leaving Mo Yeon-hu with a startled expression. Regardless, Kwon Mi-eon leaned in further.
“By the way, Hyung, what perfume are you wearing today? It smells good.”
Before he knew it, Kwon Mi-eon had draped an arm over Mo Yeon-hu’s shoulder and brought his nose close to his hair.
“I’m not wearing perfume! What nonsense are you talking about?”
Embarrassed by the position, Mo Yeon-hu shoved Kwon Mi-eon away.
“You didn’t wear perfume?”
“I’ve been held captive by you since this morning, where would I have found the time to put it on!”
It was true. Normally, he would have worn his favorite perfume, but today he had been snatched up by Kwon Mi-eon immediately after showering. As he shouted in frustration, Kwon Mi-eon’s eyes widened, and he suddenly dipped his head low.
His handsome face, with long eyelashes cast downward, pressed close to Mo Yeon-hu.
‘Uh, this is a bit… strange…’
Mo Yeon-hu found himself staring at his face as if entranced, then closed his eyes tight out of embarrassment. However, it wasn’t a great choice, as it only sharpened his other senses.
It felt as if a puppy were sniffing a human. Kwon Mi-eon’s hair brushed against his jawline, causing a tickle, and the tip of his nose grazed his nape, his breath reaching him. Finally, Mo Yeon-hu reached out to push him away.
“That’s enough! You’re really too ex—”
Squish.
“…cessive?”
Squish, squish?
But what was this?
‘What’s squishy? The part my hand is touching should be his face or shoulder…’
Feeling an ominous sensation, Mo Yeon-hu slowly opened his eyes and froze, looking at where his hand had landed.
“……?”
It seemed Kwon Mi-eon had straightened up at some point, and instead of his upper body, his lower body was now in front of him. But why was it squishy? By all accounts, he had a body that had worked out a lot, so it should have been firm…
‘No way…’
Mo Yeon-hu’s face gradually turned pale as he looked at the spot he had pushed. His hand wasn’t at the waist, but almost on the thigh.
‘That makes no sense. If it’s… that, why is it here? Shouldn’t that normally be higher than this? This is technically lower. It’s lower, so why is it all the way down here? No, it can’t be, right?’
Just as Mo Yeon-hu was denying it, claiming it was anatomically impossible, he slowly pulled his hand away, and a suppressed groan echoed from above his head.
“……Haa.”
Mo Yeon-hu froze at that languid voice. Moreover, just before he pulled his hand away, it felt like that part had become a bit harder.
“How did you know.”
When he looked up, he locked eyes with Kwon Mi-eon, who was looking down at him with a flushed face, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
“That I keep it over there…”
“…C-crazy. Are you insane?”
Mo Yeon-hu recoiled in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.
“No, sorry… I’m sorry, but, I’m sorry!”
He could no longer deny what he had touched. He fell into a panic, rambling incoherently. Touching another man’s private part was shocking enough, but the overwhelming size of it was even more terrifying.
“…Did you have surgery?”
How could it possibly hang down to that position? He felt a horror that transcended the mysteries of the human body.
Kwon Mi-eon watched Mo Yeon-hu retreat with a horrified face and waving his hands, remaining still with a slightly red face before slowly sitting back down.
“…….”
Neither of them spoke. Mo Yeon-hu remained frozen where he had retreated, and Kwon Mi-eon sat in a more modest posture than before.
“By the way, Hyung.”
It was Kwon Mi-eon who broke the awkward silence.
“Do you prefer it when people have surgery?”
“……Surgery?”
“Yes, this.”
Only after Kwon Mi-eon gave a subtle glance toward his lower half did Mo Yeon-hu realize what he meant.
“W-why would I like that?!”
“Then why are you looking for someone who had surgery?”
He had no idea what kind of nonsense the other was talking about!
“When did I ever look for something like that!!”
Kwon Mi-eon blinked as he watched Mo Yeon-hu, whose face was as red as a tomato, screeching at him.
“Shut up and just play the game!”
He kept getting played by Kwon Mi-eon. Mo Yeon-hu whipped his head around to look at his game window. The loading seemed to have finished long ago, and his character was standing on the screen.
A fairly handsome-looking character with his shirt off, revealing a toned, muscular upper body…
Only
“……Only?”
It was a disastrous collaboration between the one who tried to complete ‘OnlyMsMiYeong’ and the one who tried to stop him.
“Pfft, puhahaha!!”
Kwon Mi-eon burst into loud laughter. Seeing him mock the tacky nickname, Mo Yeon-hu moved quickly.
‘I’m changing it. Changing it right now.’
No matter what, this was too much. It sounded like a name for someone who should be on stage in a glittering suit, singing a soulful trot song. Mo Yeon-hu clicked furiously to change the nickname, but…
(Notification) Nickname changes are available 30 days after character creation.
The only response was a cold system message.
“Hyung, so when are we going to play the game?”
“…….”
“Only-Hyung?”
“Shut up. Please…”
And so, Only and NotMiYeong made a fresh start in Zombie Village.