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It had taken a good amount of time and night had fallen.
Since the world was rewritten and everyone had fully accepted that the Haeyeon guildmaster had triplets for siblings, he had elected to invite them to live on the top floor of the guild building.
Kim Sunghan had dutifully driven them from the Hunter’s Association building back to the guild building ,though unnerved by the silence and the small smile playing in Han Yoonbi’s lips. He knew that this older brother was already powerful by his own right, but he also employed underhanded and sly means which made him more dangerous than ever.
The other Han sibling, Han Yoon-ae was more comfortable to be with. He shared their guildmaster’s indifferent attitude, but was miraculously more social. And his sweet tooth had the notoriety of making him easy to open up conversations with. Mentioning a cake shop or a patisserie would get you his attention and good graces.
They quietly arrived, having been driven into the basement parking space instead of the main entrance; as per Han Yoonbi’s instructions.
“Ciao, Sunghan-ssi!” Yoonbi thanked him, dragging the other Han siblings along into the elevator that would lead them to the penthouse floor of the guild building.
He sighed, thankful that their guildmaster finally had someone to look out for him again.
The twins were given adjacent rooms though still quite a distance from Yoohyun’s own room.
Everyone had taken a quick shower in their rooms while Yoohyun had food and drinks delivered to his floor.
Dinner followed after, and the siblings fed and watered themselves with what food was available.
The moment coffee was served and all three of them were relaxing in their seats did Yoohyun ask them of their plans.
“I’m going to focus my energies on quickening Yoojin’s revival.” Yoonbi spoke behind his cup.
“Does our dongsaeng want to know anything about the process?” He teased.
Yoohyun shook his head. “No. Is there any risk I need to be aware of while you’re doing this?”
Yoonbi huffed, raising his shoulders in the negative. “As I’ll be doing the process in a dimensional pocket of my own authority, nothing short of a probability storm would pose any risk to what I’m doing.”
“I’ll be absent for a week however. The process is delicate in that I’ll need to supervise it continuously and without sleep. This is harder than creating new life, this is restoring a previous one after all.”
Yoohyun looked at him with sincerity in his eyes.
“Can you do it? Bring my hyung back? All of his personality, memory and soul?”
Yoonbi’s heart skipped a bit, witnessing such sincerity from Yoohyun. His own Yoohyun barely showed such emotions anymore.
“It will be fine. Anything to make my dongsaeng happy.”
Yoohyun nodded, not asking for more.
Yoonbi clapped his hands together, smiling and in a louder voice. “Well, time’s a wasting. That week starts now! I’ll see you guys after seven days!”
“Wait, what?” Yoohyun had to admit even he had thought it ridiculous to immediately go do something they had just talked about.
“Yoon-ae, care for our dongsaeng, will you?” The other nodded in reply. “Yoohyun, make sure no one enters my room to check up on me or anything. Make some excuse that I went back inside a dungeon again or something. And if I’m late for a day or more, have Yoon-ae follow me.”
With nary more goodbyes, he trekked back into his room and locked the door soundly, enough for both Yoon-ae and Yoohyun to hear.
Yoohyun, a bit shellshocked, asked with a distracted demeanor?
“Was he always like this, hyun – “
He caught his words before he could finish.
“I mean…Yoon-ae-ssi.”
Yoon-ae was beaming. A bit smug, but beaming all the same.
“There’s no shame calling me “hyung”, since you are my dongsaeng.”
Yoohyun massaged his temples, out of a headache and embarrassment.
“I…do not think this is something to be decided by me only.”
Yoon-ae tilted his head in askance.
“Until Yoonbi-ssi brings my hyung back, I don’t want to share it. It was always between us. My hyung and his dongsaeng.”
Yoon-ae closed his eyes, humming a bit.
“Granted I’ve never met another version of my dongsaeng aside from you, you’re probably more talkative than he is.
Yoohyun stared at him, realizing that it was true.
“Do you remember our story? That we are nothing but propagules of the original copies from our own dimensions? I may have been taken from my own dongsaeng, but he doesn’t even know that I disappeared. Because the original me is still with him. And even the original me isn’t even aware that we were cultivated and taken away.”
Yoohyun lowered his head.
“We truly…don’t have anyone but each other…that Yoojin and me.”
“Even if someone says Yoojin’s name, we will still instinctively reply. Because we’re also Yoojin, even if we’re Yoon-ae and Yoonbi now.”
Yoon-ae stood up, and walked past him; but not without ruffling Yoohyun’s hair.
“Sleep early. I’ll be conducting your guild’s press conference in regards to what happened with the portal. Yoonbi can do it better but we can’t disturb him over it. Good night.”
He disappeared into his own room, with the door partially ajar.
Yoohyun remembered.
When his hyung would do the same to let Yoohyun know that he can go inside his room to sleep whenever he felt lonely or disturbed. Whenever he felt imbalanced or troubled. He would tunnel under the blanket and into his hyung’s waiting arms.
He sighed, quietly nursing his cup of now cold coffee.