ntinued to scold him.

His brother gave him a hug and Ji-cheok noticed how much taller he was, then patted his brother’s back.

“Hyung… you could have died.
Everyone thinks you’re a hero, but did you know your brother here was absolutely terrified?”

Ji-Cheok laughed at those words, but then he noticed his brother’s sweaty armpits and trembling body.

“I thought I was about to lose you, like Mom and Dad.
Hyung… don’t do this to me… seriously.”

Neither Ji-Cheok nor his brother had cried the day they lost their parents, because they couldn’t believe it was true.
They had been too young to remember when their grandfather passed away, but facing their parents ’ joint funeral, they were struck by the cold reality.
They had waited, thinking that their mom would greet them at home and their dad would come back in the evening after work, but neither of those things had ever happened again.
Those days burdened them and weighed heavily on their minds, and the only thing that brought them back to reality was having to pay the bills.
They needed money to afford gas, water, rent, food and clothes.

Ji-Cheok’s brother said, “Hyung, stop what you’re doing.
My scholarship can help pay back the loan debt.

“Do you know how expensive it is to set up a law firm in Seoul?!” Ji-Cheok snapped back.

“Who cares about that? The important thing for me is to make sure my brother is safe.”

With his pleading expression, his brother looked like an innocent big golden retriever with large flapping ears.
Ji-Cheok patted his brother’s back.

“You’re so naive, brother.”

“Do you know you’re the only one who calls me that?” His brother responded.

“You’re just too nice,” Ji-Cheok remarked.

His brother wiped away his tears, but his eyes looked worried that Ji-Cheok would leave him and run away.
Ji-Cheok needed to change the topic.

“I’m hungry!” He said abruptly.

“What? You’re hungry?”

His brother was the type that couldn’t stand seeing his hyung, Ji-Cheok, hungry.

‘Yup, that’s the naive and gullible person I know.’

“I’m starving to death! I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday.”

“Umm… right.

“Can’t we talk about this while we’re eating?

“Hyung… are you injured anywhere?”

“Eating will help me recover faster!”

Ji-Cheok’s brother furrowed his handsome eyebrows.

‘Wow, I’m distracting him so well!’ Ji-Cheok chuckled internally.

“Alright, I’ll make sure to cook all the food you like! What do you want to eat?”

“Army stew[1], uhh… stir-fried potatoes, and…” Ji-Cheok began listing the foods he was craving.

“I’ll make sure to make the best meal that you’ve ever eaten, tell me everything you want.”

His brother looked determined as he walked into the kitchen and put on an apron.

Yes, he was a really kind brother.

* * *

‘This guy’s cooking skills have improved big time.’

Ji-Cheok was satisfied by the food and his stomach was completely stuffed.

“You must be a secret MasterChef winner.
How did you manage to make such a good army stew with only spam and Vienna sausages as ingredients?”

“Never mind, sit down and let ’s keep talking.
I’ll slice some apples for you.
Why are you so skinny, Hyung?”

“Every time I run into you, you keep calling me skinny.
Others must really think I am skinnier than a toothpick,” Ji-Cheok rolled his eyes.

“No, really, you need to gain some weight.”

Ji-Cheok was in decent shape, with developed shoulder muscles from all the rough work he had to do for his job.
His brother had no business calling him skinny, dying from starvation, underweight, and all that, all while trying to prepare massive amounts of food for him.
That ’s why he nicknamed his brother “Mom.”

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As Ji-Cheok continued catching up with his brother over sliced apples, there was a commotion from down below.

“It’s pretty noisy down there.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Ji-Cheok brushed off his concern.
His phone suddenly rang, and as he was about to pick it up, his brother’s phone rang too.

“Hyung, look outside,” his brother said with a serious look on his face.

People and various media outlets had gathered in front of the building.
The dormitory guard was blocking them from going inside, but the group continued to get bigger.

“Hyung, there are headhunters in the crowd from famous guilds.
Oh my God…”

Someone knocked on the door.

“I’m the concierge! Please do something about the people outside,” he desperately yelled.

“What the heck is this…?” Ji-Cheok muttered.
His brother put down the apple he was slicing.

“You don’t need to go outside if you don’t want to, Hyung.” His eyebrows furrowed again.

“Yenno, I’m your big brother,” Ji-Cheok reassured him.

“Yeah, I know but..”

“It’ll be okay.”

‘Wow, my heart feels like it’s going to explode.’

Ji-Cheok was the kind of average person who would even be nervous when he had to give a class presentation.
There was no way he would be comfortable with the number of people and cameras that were waiting for him.
His hands were already clammy.
He also knew that if this was how nervous he was, his brother was probably sweating bullets.

Trying to act like it was nothing, Ji-Cheok patted his brother’s shoulder.

“You’re getting worried over this? Someone like you, who wants to be a lawyer?”


“Stop worrying.”

His brother pondered for a long time while Ji-Cheok ran his fingers through his hair.

“Alright, everything’s going to be fine.
Might as well get this over with.
It’ll be fine, you ’re a good-looking hyung.
Don’t you remember, growing up, how people told you that you’ll become a celebrity?”

“You’re acting exactly like Mom would if she was alive, really.” Ji-Cheok rolled his eyes.

“You’re just so good-looking, it’s a waste you’re not doing anything with your face,” his brother smirked.

Ji-Cheok tried to straighten his hair with his hands and threw on some presentable clothes.

“Here, take it.
You don’t ever spend money on clothes, Hyung” His brother took off the jacket he was wearing and gave it to Ji-Cheok.
It looked pretty good when he put it on as his brother suggested.

“Whoa, just arranging your clothing makes you look like a celebrity,” his brother praised, and Ji-Cheok thought about how his mom would make the same comment.

This situation was just like the dramas Ji-Cheok had seen, and now it was time for him to play his own role.

Korean fusion stew with American processed foods such as spam, sausages, baked beans with Korean kimchi, instant noodles and gochujang

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