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Han Yoohyun was raised by his brother.
The moment he was born, and the moment he gained his awakening at 4. His brother was there and is always evolving around him. He was his world, as his own brother thinks of him as his sun. They were close. And he flourishes just by that fact.
Han Yoohyun knows that his brother loves him just as fiercely as he does. That's why he is not afraid to cut ties with him, to protect him.
So what is happening now?
....
Han Yoojin loves his brother.
Very, very much.
The moment his brother was born, he instantly knew that he would live and die for him. And that he did.
Day after day, job after job, pain after pain.
He endures all of it to survive to see his brother happy.
Because he is his.
His precious baby brother.
But he also knew that he would never stay a baby. One day he will grow up. They will grow up. He just always hopes that they'll always be close.
.....
It was Christmas.
Yoohyun's birthday. No longer a teen.
Yoojin crashed the party. On his brother's guild. He came with a cupcake, which he baked himself, and he also carries a bag, unsuspecting and bland.
The moment he appeared, he was instantly pushed back into an empty hallway by one Suk Simyeong and Kim Sunghan.
They argue, the cupcake fell, and they were loud.
Then Han Yoohyun appeared, spitting lies, his misguided visions that he dared not clarify.
Han Yoojin was silent, and then he choked up.
He knew, he always knew. That one day they will grow up, and they will drift apart.
He knew that one day, they would grow up to be their own individual. That his baby brother will be all grown up, making his own decisions all on his own.
They stand still, their audience just two.
Han Yoojin swallowed his anxiety and spit out his fear.
"Do you not love me anymore?"
"I never loved you."
"Do you not think of me as your Hyung anymore?"
"You were never my brother."
"Do you hate me that much?"
"I never loved you."
And silence.
It was silent for a long time.
Han Yoojin is teary, hearing his fears and now learning to accept them.
Han Yoohyun is getting choked up, just spewing poison into his brother's throat.
"Okay."
Han Yoojin uttered. After all, he knew, that his little brother would never stay little.
Han Yoohyun said. After all, he was his Hyung sun just as he is his whole world.
Han Yoohyun did not know the extent of the pain he had caused.
"I'll be leaving then, Hayeon Guild Master-nim."
Han Yoohyun did not know that Han Yoojin knew that they would never stay a child.
Han Yoohyun thought that his brother loves him very much; that is true, of course, his brother loves him too much. Too much, and so he thought it was suffocating, and besides, Han Yoojin never once denied his brother. He also knew that he would never stay young.
Han Yoojin left, leaving the unsuspecting bag behind.
In it, all the pictures, all the gifts, all the memories of Yoojin with Han Yoohyun, for starting today Yoohyun does not have a brother anymore.
Han Yoojin and Han Yoohyun was close, they were brothers, and then they're not.