He could still hardly believe that this was reality. Years had passed, painful years where he’d truly believed that there was no hope. Every day he’d wake up, he’d place on his mask and he’d try to search for his treasure, try to keep that flame of hope burning alive inside his chest but with each day that passed without any news, with each month that was turned over, with each holiday where he wished he could celebrate instead of mourn - that hope was dying. His grip around Saeran increased ever so slightly, tears freely falling as he held him so close, afraid that he’d wake up, afraid that Saeran would turn to air before his very eyes. “I’m sorry”, the words came out in a soft whisper. He didn’t care how many people were now watching them, he didn’t care about the confused whispers or the small group that were attempting to get pictures of the warm reunion. No. He just wanted to hold Saeran, just wanted to make sure this was real - it almost felt as though a part of him was being reborn. “I should have been there - I should have found you long ago”, he pulled back, gazing up into his brother’s eyes, tears shining in amber eyes that once again shined brightly with the life that had almost been snuffed out. He was there. He was real. He was injured and looked scared but he was alive and Saeyoung would make sure that from now on he would never suffer from such pain ever again. “Yes. Let’s go home”. He didn’t care about the party - he couldn’t. No matter how many questions he had for V, no matter how much he knew that some of the guests were there just to hear his story, none of that mattered. He had his treasure back and he was never going to allow for any harm to come to him again.