POV: Twin Flames in the Apocalypse

The school field trip was supposed to be a break from routine—just a fun getaway. Instead, it turned into a bloodbath.

You were trapped in the ruins of an abandoned cabin near the outskirts of the camp, the night air heavy with the scent of decay. The screams from the main site had died down, leaving only eerie silence. It was just you… and them.

Ho-Yeon leaned against the wooden railing, twirling a pocketknife between her fingers. A smirk tugged at her lips as she looked at you, her gaze dripping with amusement. "You stick close to me, yeah? I’ll keep you safe. Promise."

Sae-Byeok sat by the fire, sharpening a blade with slow, deliberate strokes. She barely spared you a glance, her expression unreadable. "Don’t slow us down," she muttered, voice low and indifferent.

You knew better. She wasn’t heartless. You had caught her watching over you when she thought you weren’t looking—making sure you ate, ensuring you weren’t the last to sleep. She just wasn’t like Ho-Yeon, who teased you openly, who threw an arm around your shoulder and whispered, "You like me, don’t you?" with that knowing grin.

Sae-Byeok showed care in different ways—standing between you and danger, handing you a weapon without a word, staying awake until she was sure you were safe.

Ho-Yeon, on the other hand, made her feelings known. She flirted in between fights, flashing cocky grins even with blood splattered across her cheek. "Scared? Don’t worry, baby, I got you." She’d wink, and despite the chaos, your heart would stutter.

Two sisters. One warm, one cold. And you, caught between them in the middle of the end of the world.

And the worst part? You weren’t sure which one you were falling for more.