Chapter 0: Extras of Yuri Manga

That day was a refreshing morning, the kind where if you asked anyone about the weather, a hundred out of a hundred would say it was good.

The sky was without a single cloud, and a cool breeze was painting the background, often described as the embodiment of youth, through the window.

Therefore, I was also enjoying a comfortable sleep, with the gentle breeze coming in.

Until my younger sister woke me up.

“Sis, sis.”

“Mmm…?”

My body is shaken violently. My head started to get dizzy, so I told her not to shake me, but my sister ignored her older sister’s words and was diligently focused on waking up her one and only sibling.

“Why?”

Half-giving up on my sister’s enthusiasm, I slowly opened my eyes, and my younger sister, dressed in her school uniform, came into blurry view.

“I have a student council meeting today, so I’m heading out first.”

“Huh…?”

I turned my eyes to the clock on the wall, and the hands pointed to 6:30.

Good. It’s still early.

“Be careful on your way…”

After giving a half-hearted reply, I pulled the blanket back over me, and the scent of the sun pouring through the window filled my embrace.

‘Nice…’

I should sleep soundly on a day like this, so why is it Monday today?

Lamenting the arrival of the weekday, I closed my eyes, and my sister, after a brief sigh, spoke clearly and loudly enough for me, lost in sleep, to hear.

“You’re in high school now, so you need to take care of yourself. Don’t wake up late again because I’m not there to get you, make sure you eat properly, and straighten your tie while looking in the mirror. Got it?”

“Got it…”

I’m not a child.

Creak.

I hear the sound of the doorknob turning.

“I don’t know how she even passed the high school entrance exam…”

Even saying that, she closes the door gently.

I’m so happy to have such a cute younger sister.

I tried to go back to sleep, but perhaps because of the conversation with my sister, I couldn’t fall asleep at all.

After tossing and turning for a while, I kicked off the blanket.

‘Yeah. Let’s just get up.’

Having been scolded by my sister, I decided to live a diligent life from now on and got out of bed.

For reference, this is a resolution I make every morning when I wake up.

The problem is that it doesn’t last long.

“Where did my phone go…”

Because I tossed and turned while sleeping, my phone seemed to have gone far away and was nowhere to be seen.

“Found it.”

It was under the pillow.

The time is 6:50.

I just tossed around for a bit, but 20 minutes had already passed since I woke up.

“I don’t want to go.”

Seeing the time, I’m overcome with the urge to sleep more.

But what can I do, I have to go.

If I let my body follow its instincts, I’ll be late again. Then, I’ll spend the day having an intense face-to-face meeting with the student guidance teacher who knows my face perfectly.

I wanted to reduce such incidents since entering high school, so I shook my dazed head, grabbed my uniform, and left the room.

Thud, thud.

I heard that one of the reasons for wearing fur slippers is to reduce the sound of footsteps.

If that’s the case, then walking with deliberately loud steps now could be considered one of my rebellions against the world.

Even when stepping on the stairs, I deliberately walk to make a creaking sound.

It doesn’t matter, no one reacts to this anyway.

With my sister gone, there’s no one else in this house but me.

Normally, my parents would still be home at this time, but since March, both of my parents have been abroad for work and haven’t returned home as of April.

They promised to return periodically, but it seems they won’t have time until summer vacation to get their work on track.

A big reason why my sister’s nagging has been especially long is that our parents aren’t home.

Still, I wish she’d trust me a little since I’m her older sister, but I can’t say anything because I already have a history.

To my sister, I’m just an unreliable older sister.

Swoosh…

‘It’s warm.’

I arrive at the bathroom and wash my body thoroughly. Even in the morning, I always preferred warm water.

Washing with warm water makes me sleepier, but if I endure it for a while, I can have an even more refreshing morning.

Creak.

“Phew…”

I finished washing up and was about to go out, but for some reason, the state of the bathroom bothered me today.

‘I should clean the bathroom. Get rid of the hair, and the water stains on the mirror…’

“Huh?”

As I thought that and looked at the mirror, I felt a sudden sense of incongruity.

It wasn’t the ceiling, the floor, or the walls. It was the mirror reflecting my face that felt incongruous.

Long brown hair wet from the water.

An ordinary-looking face.

It’s the me I see every day.

Kim Hayeon, herself.

‘No…’

No?

‘This appearance…’

This appearance wasn’t the original me.

‘I was definitely.’

“A man…?”

Before I could even be surprised by the words that came out of my mouth, my head started to ache as if it would split.

‘A single man who lived in an orphanage due to domestic violence.’

‘Lived as a thug, got a sloppy job at a factory, slaved away all day, and died at home when his heart stopped.’

I felt like I was going to lose my mind due to the sudden flood of information.

But should I say it’s fortunate, or unfortunate.

All that information was imprinted in my mind accurately and steadily, as if typing.

‘…This is me?’

Compared to other nerds in middle school, I thought I was a bit of a rebel.

I didn’t study well and was sometimes late.

My friends were similar, and we hung out together.

However, my past life.

Was even more of trash.

Using growing up in an orphanage as an excuse, fighting at school was common, and I entered the circle of older guys I befriended at the orphanage, leading to a series of fights.

I didn’t kill anyone, but I myself was stabbed with a knife and underwent major surgery.

After that, I stopped fighting and looked for a job, but there was nowhere that would hire someone with nothing and a history of violence, so I ended up being worked to death in factories and construction sites, dying of overwork.

That was the life I lived in my past life.

‘Yeah. I see.’

My past self died. The memories up to the moment of death were vivid.

The pathetic memory of struggling to breathe deeply just before my breath stopped.

“Ugh, bleh…”

I hadn’t eaten anything, but I vomited from the unpleasant feeling.

-Oppa, read this. It’s really a masterpiece, okay?

-…Alright, alright. I’ll read it just once.

-Oh, you finally feel like reading it?

-If it’s not interesting, I’ll put it down immediately.

I remembered.

In high school, when I hadn’t yet left the orphanage.

There was a comic book that a girl I cared for like a younger sister gave me.

-[One Day, They Say I’m the Hidden Daughter of the Imperial Family]…? Seriously, all the books these days have such crappy titles.

I thought I might be crazy, but the thoughts about the comic gradually encroached on my mind.

-…It’s more interesting than I thought.

The common sense I knew in this life.

The common sense I knew in my past life.

Common sense clashed with common sense, and it became clear what situation I was in now.

-Why do these thug girls draw so carelessly? If you’re going to put effort into the main character, at least make them sexy and pretty. Their style is my type though.

The uniform I had put up to wash and change into.

It was the same clothes the characters wore.

And, the name Kim Hayeon.

“…Seriously?”

The thug girls in the early part of the comic whose faces were drawn like egg ghosts. Among them, the character Kim Hayeon, who appears as the leader.

It seems I’ve been reincarnated as an extra in a yuri comic world.

And in the same thug position as my past life.