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(Back to present.)
"Bla bla bla, bla bla bla, and yeah, that's basically how it happened," Si Hon said, waving a hand lazily as he finished his explanation to the stream. "Skipped a few parts. Makes the story faster."
The chat above him exploded anyway, messages stacking over each other in a mess of reactions, disbelief, and chaotic excitement— but Si Hon didn't bother reading them this time.
With a small flick of his hand, he dismissed the floating windows to the side, his attention already shifting elsewhere.
His eyes moved across the Magic section.
Calm.
Quiet.
Still beautiful in a way that didn't feel safe.
And then— he saw them.
Near one of the shelves, just slightly tucked into a corner, two familiar figures stood side by side, taking books then putting it back. Red hair. Yellow hair.
Seong-su.
Suha.
A faint grin crept onto Si Hon's face.
Without hesitation, he closed his eyes— and in the next second, his figure blurred out of existence.
