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Doyoung rolled his tongue awkwardly inside his mouth.
“Let’s go. We’ll talk there.”
Whatever this was, it wasn’t a conversation for a public hallway.
Doyoung quickly grabbed Beom Sinje’s hand.
Beom Sinje looked down at their joined hands, then tightened his grip and pulled Doyoung toward him.
“Let’s go.”
Without waiting for Doyoung to say goodbye, he started walking briskly.
“H-Hey! Yeo Giwon, Hunter Kim Jinsoo—see you later!”
Doyoung waved with his free hand as he was dragged away.
Yeo Giwon sighed deeply as he watched.
“Doyoung hyung… He’s way too soft when it comes to that guy.”
Kim Jinsoo watched his master leave with the expression of a loyal dog, then nodded quietly.
“It’s not like I’ll use that house again, so why keep it?”
“That’s a separate issue from finding a new place.”
Under Beom Sinje’s expectant gaze, Doyoung sighed heavily.
“There’s too much stuff there. I can’t just store it all in an officetel.”
“Then we should just move too.”
“Huh?”
“To a bigger place.”
“No, that’s not—”
Doyoung floundered, eyes wide, and Beom Sinje chuckled.
“Why? Is it because of the dolls, photocards, and stuff that look like me?”
“……Huh?”
Doyoung’s eyelids fluttered violently.
Beom Sinje reached out and brushed his fingertips over Doyoung’s eyelid, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. He smiled faintly.
“Why go through the trouble of hiding them? Just keep them at home.”
Amusement laced his tone.
“Wait, you knew?”
“Of course.”
There had been a doll long ago, kicked under the bed.
At the time, he hadn’t realized what it was—only later did he learn it was modeled after him.
And when he’d checked Doyoung’s laptop, seeing the forum posts, comments, and uploaded photos about him, he’d felt strangely pleased.
He’d even wondered when Doyoung would finally confess.
“Haah…”
Doyoung exhaled deeply. This wasn’t how he’d wanted to reveal it.
“Let’s look for a place together. Somewhere for your mother too.”
“Sure. Being neighbors wouldn’t be bad.”
With that, Doyoung abandoned his secret house-hunting plans and changed the subject.
“What about a secretary? Hiring from within?”
“Don’t need one.”
“It’s different from before. You have more external activities now.”
“Fine, if you insist.”
Doyoung frowned at Beom Sinje’s disinterest but returned to his seat, planning to shortlist candidates himself and force him into interviews later.
“Why is the employee database so barebones?”
Not long after, Doyoung’s face twisted in frustration.
The guild member records only listed names, ages, and stats—nothing else.
“That’s enough.”
Beom Sinje’s eyes were infuriatingly clear, as if asking what more could possibly be needed.
Doyoung’s patience snapped.
‘Did I resign too soon? Things were just starting to stabilize…’
The thought even crossed his mind.
His fatal mistake was not realizing this was all part of Beom Sinje’s scheme.
Of course, Beom Sinje genuinely didn’t see the need for a secretary or detailed records—but that wasn’t the point.
“Don’t push yourself, hyung. The guild ran fine before. It’s not a problem.”
“That’s your opinion, Guild Leader. You can’t manage an organization with records this sparse.”
Doyoung sighed, having heard this lecture endlessly as leader of Antithesis.
Even years after quitting, the lessons drilled into him by Sara—a former corporate executive—were still vivid.
And so, despite his original intentions, Doyoung’s task shifted from hiring a secretary to reorganizing the guild’s records.
Unnoticed by him, Beom Sinje watched quietly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
In the end, Doyoung’s resignation was postponed indefinitely.
The state of the guild’s records was simply too disastrous to walk away from.
Instead, he poured his energy into restructuring the HR team, secretly planning to have them select his successor later.
Though given the current state, when that would happen was anyone’s guess.
“Let’s go house-hunting tomorrow.”
“Sure.”
Even amid his busy guild work, Doyoung made time to search for houses—one for Jo Wonhee and another for themselves.
The criteria were strict: a cozy, low-maintenance home for Jo Wonhee, with a small garden, and close enough that the two households could easily visit.
Surprisingly, this made the search harder than expected.
“What do you think of this place?”
Still, his efforts paid off, and he’d narrowed it down to a few candidates—a village nestled at the foot of a mountain near the city, with promising properties to visit.
“Seems fine.”
Yet Beom Sinje showed little interest in selecting a home for his own mother, his reaction mirroring his indifference toward hiring a secretary.
“Beom Sinje, focus a little.”
Finally, Doyoung couldn’t resist a jab. “Took you long enough,” he said, watching Beom Sinje—who had just been slipping on his jacket—pause to scrutinize the housing photos on the monitor again.
“This is good. The size is decent, and the distance between the two houses is just right.”
“Right? The location’s perfect too. There’s a hospital and a supermarket nearby in a commercial building.”
“You even looked into that?”
“Of course.”
A soft smile curled at the corner of Beom Sinje’s lips.
“I knew you’d find something great.”
“You say that like you’re planning to dump all the work on me.”
“It’s called trust.”
It was a compliment, so why did it feel like he was being played?
Doyoung narrowed his eyes at Sinje, then sighed and nodded. Fine, whatever.
The next day, the two visited the real estate agency managing the house they’d shortlisted.
The agent, a younger woman than expected, was thorough and kind.
“Since you mentioned your mother would be living alone, I recommended a single-story home. Personally, I prioritize safety—not just crime rates, but proximity to emergency responders in case a dungeon appears. There’s a police station and fire department nearby, so it’s secure.”
She pointed out details even Doyoung and Sinje hadn’t considered.
“Oh… We didn’t think of that, but you’re right.”
“Also, the main road leads into a school zone, so traffic is slow. Safe for pedestrians—and cyclists, if she bikes.”
“Nice. The neighborhood feels ideal.”
Assured of the area’s safety and quick emergency access, they turned their focus to the house itself.
“Let me show you inside.”
The agent guided them through each room, explaining layout, natural light, water pressure, and more.
“You said your mother enjoys gardening? The previous owners grew flowers here—even had a vegetable patch.”
“When did they move out?”
“A month ago. After the husband passed, the wife relocated to her daughter’s neighborhood.”
“Ah…”
No wonder the house felt tranquil yet warm. Doyoung took another look around.
“The wife was the architect. She had a long career, won awards—built this place with care so it’d be comfortable.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You can trust its quality.”
As Doyoung hesitated over finalizing the decision, a voice chimed in beside him.
“So Mom likes it?”
—Mm, it’s bright and cozy. Let’s take it.
When had he even called?
Beom Sinje was video-chatting with Doyoung’s mother, Jo Wonhee, panning the camera to show her every corner of the house—uncharacteristically meticulous.
“She approves?”
“Yeah.”
Doyoung eyed him after the call ended.
“Mom’s weirdly impulsive too, huh?”
“Exactly. Takes after you.”
What nonsense.
Doyoung shot him a glare, but Sinje only looked back as if to say, You really didn’t know?
“Like how you quit your job mid-breakfast, or how Mom declared she’d leave the hospital and find a house.”
“Pot, meet kettle??”
“Guilty.”
Why admit it so cheerfully?
Doyoung scowled, but a laugh interrupted them.
The agent was grinning.
“You two really resemble each other.”
“Him and me?”
Where?
Their looks and builds were nothing alike.
Seeing Doyoung’s disbelief, she clarified:
“Not physically—your vibe, the way you talk.”
Doyoung glanced at Sinje, then conceded.
They’d been together so long.
Partners in love, and soon in life.
Of course they’d rub off on each other.
“Guess so.”
A smile finally touched Doyoung’s lips. Sinje’s curved in response.
He was certain of it—they’d share many happy days ahead.
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Uwaah, what a cute and sweet closure😭❤️ Thank you so much for translating this to the end. I really love this story, though sometimes feels like a bit rushed since the half latter part and the growth of main characters is a bit inconsistent, but overall is really nice and fun. I really like it 🥰💐