“Brother, are you looking in the mirror again?”
“Yes. I never get tired of it.”
“I can see why.”
Hwibeom made a soft chuckle. Yongbeom quickly hid the mirror away again.
“Hwibeom.”
“Yes, brother?”
“When I get to live on my own, I think I’ll use my extraordinary beauty and talent to become the most sought-after playboy in the world.”
“Huh? Play-what? But brother, you are not very good at fighting, are you?”
“Oh, you foolish boy. If your brother says so, all you have to do is just believe!”
A sharp rebuke came from atop his head. Not wanting to upset his brother, the naive Hwibeom quickly apologized.
“I’m sorry, brother.”
“Don’t ask any more questions.”
“Yes, brother.”
Even though they were twins born just seconds apart, Yongbeom was much more mature. Hwibeom was often surprised by his brother’s worldly wisdom.
“Father is eagerly waiting for the day we both become independent.”
“Father is?”
Hwibeom, being somewhat oblivious, hadn’t noticed anything like that.
