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When Khun woke up from his coma after the hell express, the last thing he expected to see was Bam grown up, becoming a real man and confident in himself.

What he did not expect to see at all - two brown-haired men, instead of one.

If you believe Shibisu's summary, then for some unknown reasons, after the infernal train, Bam and Viole, instead of becoming one, left the hidden floor together. The rest of the team was surprised, but there was nothing they could do. So now they had one more wave controller.

But this was not the main reason for Khun's concern. The main thing was that for some reason Viole and Bam turned out to be more... clingy, for lack of a better word.

If Bam had always been on his right, Viole was now always on his left. Also, for unknown reasons, the brown-haired men categorically refused to let him out of sight further than three meters.

At first, Khun was alarmed by this, but over time he accepted it. Both with the fact that there were two of them now, and with the constant presence by his side.

At night they also slept together, Khun was in the middle, as usual wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. Bam and Viole, lying on their sides, looked tenderly at the light bearer, gently stroking the blue-hair.

They won't let him go anywhere now. After all, why do they need a distant star when there is a moon that is always nearby and completely eclipses all the stars with its light?

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Bam didn't like it. He and Viole were twins, despite their similar appearance, their personalities were quite different. Viole was quieter, Bam was more sociable. They were both wave controllers on the same team and had the same views of the same light bearer.

The only one Bam was willing to share Khun with was Viole, but he had clearly been crossing his boundaries lately. And now the brown-haired man is looking in the direction where Khun is standing and behind him his twin, looking down at the ass of the light bearer, who has recently taken the habit of wearing shorts that give a good view of his long beautiful legs.

They both appreciated this view, it was noticeable by the sparkle of golden eyes that became several shades darker than usual. But that wasn’t the only thing that worried Bam.

Noticing how Viole approached Khun again and extended his hand down, with a clear desire to lower it onto the ass of the light bearer, Bam quietly but quickly approaches from behind and grabs Viole by the hand, preventing him from accomplishing his plan.

Gold collides with each other.

— Bam, Viole, — Khun turns around and looks at them, puzzled, — What are you two doing?

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In fact, Baam and Viole were surprised when a new Jerome moved in just a week after the old one died. Usually this happened after at least a month, and sometimes even after six months.

When the door to their house opens and a guy walks in, they look at him with interest. Judging by the fact that he came in with his things, followed by another person, trying to convince him to leave this house as quickly as possible, telling stories about its past residents, he is their new tenant.

- Khun Aguero Agnis! - the guy walking behind shouts, - Are you even listening to me!? - the new owner of the house only snorts at his cries, and, ignoring further indignation, moves on.

Baam and Viole look at their new neighbor with interest. Beautiful blue eyes, blue hair and cold gaze.

He is beautiful. So much so that for a while, all they can see in front of them is blue, blue, blue, so much blue.

As soon as the obsession disappears, the young man goes to the kitchen and the twins follow him, as if bewitched.

Usually, they torment the tenant for a long time, tormenting him with various methods until he runs away or commits suicide. Most often, the victim chooses the first option and after just over a week he happily runs away, forcing the twins to high-five each other. They didn't care if the victim ran away.

However, this time everything was different.

He was beautiful, magnificent, divine. Like a god who descended to people, there was something vague but immensely fascinating about him.

And the twins definitely weren't going to let him go that easily. From that moment on, Khun Aguero Agnis belonged to them.

The front door slammed shut.

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When Khun fell into a coma after the Hell Express, the importance of his presence was fully realized to the rest of the team. It was not only about strategies, plans, but also about their friendship, which is self-evident.

It was about twins.

Ever since Khun fell into a coma, Bam and Viole have become uncontrollable. The only ones they sometimes listened to were Hwaryun and Evankhel, but even these cases could be counted on one hand.

Khun was in a coma, Jinsung was in captivity.

It was a disaster.

Every day, for two years, the twins sat by the box, which contained Khun. If one of the team called it a coffin, he could be seriously injured.

Anyone who approached closer than ten meters was automatically considered an enemy. At these moments, the shinsu tension in the room went off scale, a dangerous, inhuman growl burst from the twins’ throats, and their eyes darkened dangerously. However, they did not move a single step from the box.

If one of them was training, the other was with Khun. Then they switched places.

Every day the team prayed for Khun to wake up as soon as possible.

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Once upon a time, V and Arlene created their own group to fight Zahard. The man was literally obsessed with Arlene and driven crazy by the power available to him.

However, nothing worked out for them. The group at that time was unable to build up the necessary power for victory, and the leaders themselves were killed. But despite this, their children - two twins Bam and Viole soon took their place.

The grouping also did not stand still. Increasing its influence, numbers and connections, it soon transformed into a mafia, which could compete with Zahard, led by the now adult twins.

Only in the last week, the twins were not themselves. They looked in the mirror more often, examining their appearance, and were less likely to be on business, sending their people in their place.

Jinsoung, who was their guardian and also their teacher, only sighed heavily and massaged the bridge of his nose. He knew the reason for the twins' behavior, but he didn't like it.

Bam and Viole entered the cafe, which they had been visiting for a month now, almost every day. After checking the time on the wall clock, they were pleased to note that they had arrived on time.

Turning their gaze to the table that was by the window, they saw a young man reading a book and drinking coffee. His blue hair was tied into a low ponytail, his glasses reflected the light of the sun, preventing him from seeing the precious blue color of these beautiful eyes from a certain angle.

Khun Aguero Agnis is a young doctor who recently moved to their city, who every morning at a certain time came to a cafe and drank coffee.

The first time Bam and Viole saw him, all the doctors in their organization were busy. So, Hwaryun suggested they go to the emergency room. Reluctantly, and naturally with forged documents, the twins agreed.

They didn't expect this.

The guy was wonderful. He promptly treated the wounds, prescribed medications and sent them back home. In addition to his magnificent appearance, there was something incomprehensible about him, but pulling him like a magnet.

Something that Bam and Viole couldn't name.

It was not difficult to find out information about the young doctor. True, there was little information.

Khun Aguero Agnis. Twenty-two years. Graduated from medical university, came from a small town. Lives with two brothers.

There was nothing more besides a mobile phone and home address.

Or so they thought, until one day they saw how deftly Khun dealt with a small gang that attacked him in an alley.

After a while, it dawned on the twins. Khun. Was he a direct descendant of Khun Eduan? However, the head of the family, like all his children, wives and relatives, were in Italy, on their territory.

However, it would be stupid to attribute everything to coincidence.

But despite all this, Bam and Viole were truly fascinated by the young doctor.

Smirking, they headed towards Khun.

They've been trying to ask him out for a month now. However, despite the eternal refusals, the twins did not lose hope and perseverance.

Sooner or later, Khun will agree. Even if they have to use not entirely legal methods to do this.

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After the Hell Express, the blue and red thryssa, as well as the many souls adopted from White, were not Bam's only problem. From time to time Viole gave his voice and, oh God, it was terrible.

Viole voiced those thoughts that Bam effortlessly suppressed in himself every time, threw into his head those images that Bam wanted to renounce once and for all, played out the worst, most vulgar, ugliest scenarios.

And every time it was all connected with Khun.

Khun, who did not even suspect something like this, Khun, who still considered him the standard of innocence and selflessness, Khun, who was so devoted to him, cared so much about him, completely forgetting about himself.

This is exactly what Viole kept repeating so persistently in his head every time.

Protect him, help him, hide him from prying eyes so that no one even thinks of coming close.

Don't take one step away from him, always be there.

Don't let him get hurt, don't let him get hurt.

Khun.

Khun.

Khun.

Khun.

Khun.

Khun.

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Aguero.

Golden, confident eyes look into the bathroom mirror, carefully examining myself face.

Viole eagerly runs her hands through her hair, collecting it in a small ponytail, and then sighs.

Finally, for the first time in so long, he managed to seize control of his body.

— Bam, are you okay? — Aguero’s voice sends shivers down your spine, and your pupils dilate to such an extent that they practically block your irises.

Ignoring Bam's screams inside, Viole heads to the door, and then portrays the face of the boy so familiar and familiar to Aguero.

In any case, he will protect him much better.

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In the tower, since time immemorial, there has been a rumor about two monsters that live above the one hundred and thirty-fourth floor.

Two twins, whose faces were never seen by anyone except the king and his entourage.

They were here even before the appearance of Zahard and the heads of the ten families, from the very first days of the tower's existence. Initially, when they met, they entered into a fight.

It lasted quite a long time, but only led to the complete defeat of Zahard and his friends. Then the future king decided to make an agreement with the monsters: they, like all the people who followed them, would rise only to the one hundred and thirty-fourth floor, no higher. Then the territory will completely belong to the twins.

When the red witch, «the messenger of God,» as she called herself, appeared, she proposed adding an additional condition: once every hundred years a sacrifice would be required from each family.

Unconditional.

Irrevocable.

Without thinking twice, the irregulars agreed.

The Red Witch just smiled mysteriously.

Khun walked along a path covered with shadows, like a carpet, nervously looking around. Despite the fact that there was nothing around him except clumps of darkness and a path leading to an unknown direction, he could not help but worry.

When he betrayed his family for Mary, he knew that he would be exiled. However, he did not even think that he would be chosen as the next victim. He diligently avoided this thought, but nevertheless it turned out to be his reality.

After waiting a couple of years before the time of sacrifice, if you can call it that, his family, without wasting a second, immediately sent him to Zahard, who in turn opened the gate to the upper floors.

Khun was pulled out of his thoughts by whispers around him. Even though he was sure that he was sent here alone, voices echoed around him.

This is him.

The owners will be delighted.

So beautiful.

Wonderful.

They might not even eat him.

It seemed as if the whisper was coming from one place and from everywhere at the same time.

Shaking his head, Khun looked back, but seeing that everything there had been hidden in blackness for a long time, and he had nowhere to return, he continued on his way.

However, the further he walked, the heavier his body became. The eyelids closed by themselves, the legs refused to move, and the head was filled with cotton wool and emptiness. Drowsiness filled his mind.

Khun stopped in an attempt to calm himself down, but instead fell asleep completely.

But his body never reached the floor.

Two figures materialized from the shadows, catching the falling guy in their arms.

The twins looked at each other.

To be frank, they never liked people. Even if Bam was nice to them, even if Viole ignored their antics. People brought a lot of problems, from those who had entered here a long time ago and offered them a deal, to those they had recently met.

All the victims whom these same illegal ones sent to them by agreement were such thorns. They were narcissistic, self-obsessed brats who were completely confident in their own strength and did not value anyone else’s.

However, something was different about this boy.

Perhaps it was the eyes that looked like a snowstorm, or the gaze that looked around with some interest.

But the most important thing was what he heard.

He heard shadows. This was not given to everyone.

Having picked up the guy under the armpits and knees, Bam and Viole looked at each other, nodded to each other, and disappeared into the shadows again.

Now with Khun.

Well, they'll really take care of him.