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Hugo had been without Geon for almost 16 years by now, and the fact that the very man was standing infront of him with the same self-assured pose infront of the temple of the Ram with a bag of spoils like nothing had happened. Well, it kinda made him want to stab him in the shoulder with one of his arrows, just a little bit. Not that it would really do anything to him, Geon was his own breed of crazy and indistructable. But that scent and that smirk were all proof that this was his Geon, without much thought he launches himself at Geon and that small part of him that had wilted from grief seems to renew itself, a sapling ready in wait as he breaths in the scent of Geon. Happy tears and watery chants of Geon's name leave Hugo's lips.
"Heya Oh Taeksoo." Hugo pulls from Geon's neck and frowns at him, pinching the others cheeks.
"How many times do I have to say that my name is Hugo!" Geon smiles through the pinched cheeks, giving a wicked smirk as he pinches Hugo.
"Looks like you let yourself go in the last 16 years." Hugo flusters, even if he'd had Yooha and Sungjae around 6 years ago he was still struggling to get rid of some of the extra flab he had put on, especially around his hips and didn't need anyone else pointing it out. He watches as Geon's eyes trail down to where his once flat chest used to be (okay his hips weren't the only thing that changed, but that and this were two different things! Okay? And anyway an omega's chest never fully recovered after having babies, especially twins), he could see where Geon was going and slapped a hand over the alpha's mouth.
"Not a word." Geon smirks behind Hugo's hand, and Hugo watches the devlish look in the others eyes and braces himself for whatever may come - only to feel a shiver travel up his arm when Geon licks his palm. He recoils to Geon's amusement with a grossed out yelp. "Oh my god! Geon why're you like this?! Fucks sake you wierdo, how old are you? 5?."
After he had untangled himself from Geon and dusted himself off (after wiping Geon's slober on the mans shoulder) he turned to properly look at the temple of the ram and froze. What had him freeze was Jiwoo was a few steps behind, perhaps if it had been just her - or her and his secretary Seo Yehrin (he knew they were dating they were terrible at trying to keep it on the down low). Alas for him it was Jiwoo and his twins, Yooha and Sungjae. The two 6 year olds seemed delighted as they swung from Jiwoo's arms, shouting their excitement at the fight they'd been witness to and all the looting. Hugo counted it as a small mercy that it had only been Jiwoo that had seen him hug Geon, but by her smug eveil grin he had to maybe rethink what he would deam 'mercy'.
"Oh hi Hugo! Look who it is!" Jiwoo waves excitedly, her face that of one who was plotting something that Hugo would end up suffering for.
"Mama!" Hugo laughes and picks the two children up.
"What did I say about calling me that out in public?" Sungjae pouts, hiding behind his sister. He sighs, "I'm not angry, now come here and give me a hug." Yooha gives him an impressively deadpan face for a six year old.
"This is why no-one buys the whole 'not your kids' thing Hugo." Jiwoo teases. Hugo pouts and squeezes the two closer to himself.
"I know." Jiwoo puts her hands on her hip and sighs