While climbing the stairs, Jeong-woo continued to look at Yeon-woo’s back. ‘Something’s definitely…changed.’

It felt like Yeon-woo was Yeon-woo, but he wasn’t at the same time. His mother and father probably felt the same thing too. 

Something had happened when Yeon-woo cleared the stage before this, but Jeong-woo couldn’t tell what. Of course, that didn’t mean another being was disguising himself as Yeon-woo. If Jeong-woo couldn’t recognize Yeon-woo, he couldn’t say they were brothers. ‘And who could copy that temper?’ If anyone could mimic that strange personality, that was even stranger than fiction itself. 

“Hm?” Just then, Yeon-woo stopped. 

“What is it? Is something wrong?” Cha Jeong-woo was quickly pulled back to reality.

Yeon-woo was furrowing his eyebrows. Their parents scanned their surroundings, wondering if someone was attacking them, but they couldn’t feel anything. 

“No. It’s not that… It just feels like someone is talking about me behind my back.”

“…What?”

“It’s not you, is it?”

“Ha, haha… Wh-what are you t-talking...