Fortnight

Chapter - 21

Since the time he could remember, he had found himself without parents, an orphan. Ethan's father, the actual boss of the organization, had found him lost and taken him in. That's how he knew Ethan, and that's why they were practically brothers. Ethan's father had tried very hard to look for Jaehyun's parents, but there were no results. There was no missing report for a kid named Jaehyun, and since he was just three years old, he didn't remember anything useful to tell.

As he grew up, Jaehyun forgot about it, got used to it. Ethan became his new family. At 12 years old, Jaehyun once stumbled upon one of the training sessions of Ethan's father and found it so cool. Ethan's father had asked, "Do you want to try?" That was when Jaehyun first learned to throw a punch. From

there, it was only the beginning—training day and night, which made him who he is today. Ethan's father's true and best asset, trained specially by him.

Ethan used to ask Jaehyun, "Don't you want to know about your real family?" Jaehyun would always say, "No, I've moved on from that."

But deep down, Jaehyun didn't realize he actually did want to find them. He wanted to know if they had really abandoned him. Woobin's words made him realize that he was wrong and that he very much wanted to find his family. And now, when he finds that the person in front of him is connected to his past, it brings a strange sensation within him.

Jaehyun's mind races as he processes the revelation. "My... brother? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I only found out just now," Woobin explains. "Our database was missing the information, but other sources confirmed it."

Jaehyun watches intently as one of the men moves forward to strike Kwang. He takes a deep breath, focusing back on the situation. "Alright. I'll handle this," he mutters to himself. Scanning his surroundings, he spots a thick stick lying nearby. With a swift movement of his foot, he kicks it up into his hand, then pulls a mask from his back pocket and slips it on.

"Hey, over here!" Jaehyun whistles sharply, catching the attention of the thugs. He hurls the stick at the guy holding a gun, striking his hand and causing the weapon to clatter to the ground. The man cries out in pain, clutching his injured hand.

Without missing a beat, Jaehyun sprints forward. He dodges a swing from the thug with a knife, pivoting on his heel to knock the man down with a swift kick

to the leg. The next attacker rushes at him, but Jaehyun counters with a powerful kick, sending the man sprawling.

In a blur of movement, Jaehyun dives for the fallen gun, snatching it up before anyone else can. He points it at the remaining men, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Leave if you don't want to end up dead," he commands, his voice low and dangerous.

The thugs hesitate, then back off, wincing from their injuries. Jaehyun remains alert, ready for any sudden moves. When it becomes clear they're retreating, he turns his attention to Kwang.

For a moment, Jaehyun pauses, taking in the features of the man before him. Kwang looks a few years older than Jaehyun, but there's something strikingly familiar about his eyes. The reality of the situation begins to dawn on him.

Kwang, still in shock, stammers, "Who are you?"

"Are you okay?" Jaehyun asks instead, his voice tinged with genuine concern.

Kwang nods slowly, still processing the sudden turn of events. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."

Jaehyun takes a deep breath, the weight of the revelation settling in. "We need to talk. But first, let's get out of here."

Kwang nods again, and they quickly make their way out of the alley. As they walk, Jaehyun's mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He glances at Kwang, wondering how their lives had diverged and what this new discovery would mean for both of them.