“Congratulations, Hyung!” Jaeyoung greeted Taehyun, who had returned, with open arms.
“Hey, get off me.” Taehyun pulled off the younger boy, who was refusing to detach himself. He then found his aunt and uncle, who’d come home early to wait for him. “I told you not to come if you’re busy. What’s all of this too…” Taehyun glanced at the feast prepared on the table, feeling sorry that he bothered them for something insignificant.
But his uncle shook his head at his comment. “Our nephew was chosen as our country’s representative. Of course, we need to congratulate you. This is just between you and me, but your aunt was worried you wouldn’t be eating properly after moving out.”
“Oh, don’t even start with that. You were even more excited to hear the news than I was.”
“Hey, what do you mean? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Honey. You haven’t been getting senile because life’s gotten easy, have you?”
‘They’re still the same.’ He couldn’t help but smile, looking at the bickering couple. This was different from his past life, where they lived a life of poverty. Though Taehyun had been acknowledged as a porter in his past life, it had been much later in life. Not only that, but due to the na...
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