Chapter 3: A Bet That Never Counted
To Ha Giyeon, his hyungs were overwhelming, towering figures.
Dazzling and heroic—like princes or warriors from a fairytale, slaying evil.
He used to feel proud just knowing Ha Dohoon was his brother. He looked up to their every move, imitating them. If they skipped school to go hang out, he’d skip too. Even if he had allergies to the food they were eating, he’d eat it with them without hesitation.
They had once seemed so cool, so worthy of admiration.
But now... they just look like regular high schoolers.
Ha Dohoon frowned slightly as he approached Giyeon.
“What the hell? Weren’t you sleeping?”
“I’ve been up for a while.”
Dohoon clicked his tongue, looking at him with disdain.
“Skipping breakfast just to sleep in. When are you gonna grow the hell up?”
Then his eyes drifted to the tray with the tart.
Giyeon hadn’t shown up for breakfast this morning—odd, considering he was usually the first one at the table. It was only a fleeting thought; as usual, Dohoon didn’t think too much about it and ate like normal. But the memory of seeing him at dawn crossed his mind. Showing up out of nowhere with plum tea—he’d figured he’d take a sip for the effort, then toss it.