Changmin was restless in his room; he tossed and turned but couldn't sleep. He then decided to go to Karam's room. Quietly he went out from his room and opened the door next to his. Karam lying face-down in his bed when Changmin entered.

"Hyung...?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Karam shifted very slightly in the bed, "Baby?"  He reached for the bedside lamp and switches it on casting his bedroom in a dim light.  "What are you doing here now? Daddy will freak out if he knows this." He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

Changmin noticed his distress and he gently said, "We are not going to do anything. I just want to talk." He climbed the bed and sat next to his brother.

Silence engulfed them for a long, heavy moment, and Karam watched as Changmin's eyes crinkled around the edges, almost as if he wanted to smile, to lighten the weight of the room, but he couldn't quite make himself do it. Karam sighed as he squeezed Changmin's wrist suddenly with his left hand, fingers wrapping around skin and bone. They looked in each other eyes.

"Hyung..." Changmin began after a long silence, as if he had been contemplating whether or not to even ask his brother this question. "We do going to have a lot of... problem," he gestured vaguely, "... don't we?" and he did smile then, because it was true.

"Yes," Karam answered, softening his grip on his wrist until his fingers were resting, quite still, against his skin. "We do." He cleared his throat then and made to pull his hand away, but Changmin grasped it in his own and linked their fingers together, staring down at their joined hands as his heart pounded away again.

“Daddy had seriously made us know his feelings quite clear." Karam said.

"Yes. Very loud and clear," Changmin said throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. "And I'm sure appa will react just like daddy. Or maybe a thousand times worse! Knowing him..." He said. "What do you think we should do now?"

Karam sighed. "Well," He began, sitting up against the headboard. Changmin following. "Hyung has no idea, but hyung is really worry right now." Karam mumbled.

Changmin turned to look at his brother and studied Karam's face carefully, clearly still sceptical, though wanting to believe that his brother was right, that they would face difficulties in this matter.

"I'm so worried, baby," Karam whispered again, his face scrunched up slightly.

"Me too, hyung." Changmin said back in a very hoarse voice. He added. "But, hyung, we won't give up, okay? Promise me, hyung.” Karam looked up at his brother and nodded. Changmin slipped his arm back around his brother's waist, and Karam leant into his side. But the funny thing was that no matter how strong Changmin had been intending to be, no matter what he had wanted to convey by his reply, by trying to reassure his brother, his voice had cracked, unable to fully commit to what he wanted to be able to say. As if knowing maybe he himself won't be able to keep this promise.

Karam sighed. “Hyung can't think of anything right now.” He had never felt more helpless in his life.

“Yes, hyung, me too. I’m not sure if everything will work out either judging from daddy's reaction just now. And appa..... We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we? And we'll figure out what to do, later." Changmin told him, because he honestly had no clue either.

Karam looked at his brother. "Baby, hyung... hyung needs to see Seungho. Hyung can't just leave behind the thing that happened today just like that. Hyung..."

Changmin cut him. "Hyung, I've already told you. You're not going to be near him again. We'll talk about him later. Right now we just need to think about appa and daddy."

"But Seungho was hurt. You hurt him. I hurt him."

Changmin rolled his eyes."He'll live. It's not like he won't survive."

Karam groaned at Changmin's response. "You're so mean." He glared at his brother. "Promise me you'll never talk like that ever again."

"Okay. Okay. For you hyung, I'll do anything." Changmin said with a smirk.

"Cut it out...that wasn't funny." Karam said but still can't ignore the feeling in his stomach when his brother said that. 'It's just his unconsious act', he told himself.

Changmin shrugged his shoulder. "I didn't mean to get so... emotional. I know you hate that. I'm sorry." Changmin said.

"What exactly.... are you sorry for?" Karam asked, eyeing at his brother.

Changmin furrowed his eyebrows, a twinge of guilt rising already even though he wasn't sure what he had done exactly. "Everything. I am sorry for screwing up your relationship with Seungho and brought you into this mess. I'm the worst brother ever."

Karam shook his head and whispered. "That is not true, baby." Karam looked up at his brother. "I love having you as my brother. Even though sometimes you drive me up the wall, I wouldn't ever trade you for anybody else. You are the best brother anybody could have." He calmly told his brother. Looking into his brother warm eyes, he knew he loved him, loved him more than he had ever loved anyone. Somehow he was the light that Karam found, even when he was also the one causing him pain. He didn’t understand it and he didn’t care to understand it. Right here was where he needed to be - nothing less and nothing more.

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'I love him. Please give us your blessing.'

Jaejoong couldn't get the conversation with his sons out of his head. He had been tossing and turning for what must have been hours. There was too much on his mind, and far too much tension in the air for him to feel at ease. He kept staring up at the ceiling, feeling guilty at the way he treated his sons. He wasn't sure what he was planning to do, but he couldn't take lying silently in his bed all alone with his thoughts any longer. Suddenly he felt so thirsty, so he swung his legs out of bed and stood up, stretching his arms over his head he left his bedroom and walked very quietly to the stairs. He was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't even realize he had stood in front of Karam’s bedroom. He paused; looking at Karam’s closed bedroom door... he heard voices.

Slowly as he cracked open the door, his heart raced, even as much as he tried to force himself to really believe that it was fine, that he had no reason to be nervous. But before he could even see properly into the room, when the door was only open a few inches...

"Daddy?"

Jaejoong heard some movements on the bed, probably coming over to see if it was him... he swore under his breath. He opened the door wider and stepped in. "You want to tell me why are you is in your brother's room at two in the morning?" he asked. "What were you two doing?" he stared at Changmin as if he had suddenly grown two heads.

"Daddy, don't get it wrong. We... we were just talking. I swear." Changmin's turn to choke in surprise. He didn't like what he saw. Brow furrowed, eyebrows nearly touching, teeth gritted and lips turned down, he was the epitome of fury. Changmin's stomach lurched as he saw his daddy's clenched hands, shaking. Oh man. He was so very