Hanbin scanned around the room.

It was dusty, but everything inside the room were completely in a good state.

Everything stayed at their place, remained untouched.

The study table… the wardrobe… the bed.

Hanbin went to the wardrobe, tried to open it.

Seems like it was unlocked.

It does. Hanbin unlocked the wardrobe.

Shirts, hoodies, caps and pants.

Everything were arranged neatly.

Jiwon.

He was always a neat person.

Hanbin saw a familiar medium sized present box placed on the top of the wardrobe.

He reached out to get the box, and opened it.

The final present that he gave for Jiwon, and stacks of…

Handwritten letters.

Hanbin felt hot tears slowly flowed onto his cheeks.

It was hard to accept the reality.

All this time being, Jiwon was not only a best friend for him.

He was his blood related elder brother.

Yes.

They shared the same parents, yet Hanbin only knew it after 25 years.

The worst thing was that…

He didn’t attend the funeral of his own brother.

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“Actually… Jiwon was no longer here. He left us last year.” Mrs. Jung started her story.

“What do you meant by, Mrs. Jung?” Hanbin asked.

“Jiwon oppa… he was dead.” Jihye answered him.

“What? Ehey… Jihye… death is not something good to joke on.” Hanbin responded.

“We were not joking. Jiwon was dead… as a hero that everyone in this orphanage will always remember.” Mrs. Jung stated.

“No… he’s not. Tell me Mrs. Jung. This was just a prank set up by you and Jiwon hyung right?” Hanbin muttered.

His eyes started to become watery, waiting for the tears to drop at any moment.

“One night, he went back home a little bit late. At that time, everyone in the house were tied by a trio of burglars. When the burglars were busy searching for money and other valuable items, that was when your brother bravely tried to untie us, but ended up getting n