Then rage hit. His fists clenched.
“I’ll—”
Duri looked at him. Just looked.
Ji-Woo stopped. He swallowed the rest.
Not here. Not in front of Noeul.
Ji-Woo forced his hands open. “Hyung.”
Noeul startled. His body pulled backward.
Ji-Woo immediately stayed where he was. “It’s me.”
Noeul stared at him.
“Ji-Woo.”
No recognition. Not at first.
Ji-Woo’s chest tightened. “It’s okay if you don’t remember.”
Duri glanced at him, surprised.
Ji-Woo gave the smallest shake of his head. He understood.
No pressure. No demands.
Noeul looked between them. “Ji…”
His brow furrowed. “Ji-Woo?”
Ji-Woo’s eyes filled instantly. “Yes.”
Noeul stared at his face. Slowly, uncertainly, he lifted one hand. Ji-Woo didn’t move. Noeul reached toward his hair. His fingers brushed through it once.
“Noona…” Noeul murmured, then frowned.
“Ji-Woo,” Duri said softly.
Noeul looked at him, then back at his brother. “Ji-Woo.”
“Yes, hyung.”
Noeul’s hand fell. “Away.”
Ji-Woo wiped his face quickly. “Yes.”
He forced a smile. “Let’s get you away from here.”
Noeul looked toward the end of the hallway. “Is he…”
Ji-Woo knew immediately who he meant. “You won’t see him.”
Noeul searched his face.
Ji-Woo stepped aside, leaving the path completely open. “Come on.”