Taking a step inside the house, Changmin quietly shut the door. He slipped off his shoes, and quickly made his way to the staircase up to his room. He lay down on his bed, closed his eyes and think, but not about his problem, more about the good things. He tried to get his mind off everything, but he doesn’t seem to work.

Changmin took his cell phone from a drawer and turned it on, and instantly his cell phone vibrated indicating new text received. There's one text message from his brother.

'PLEASE PICK UP MY CALL.'

Changmin groaned and threw his phone to the side, then grabbed a pillow and put it over his face. It was useless, it smelled like his brother. Everywhere he looked, it reminded him of his brother and all he wanted to do at this point was forget, because even though that was awful and a really stupid thing to do, it would be much easier. He wished he could just go back to the beginning and change everything, because his entire life seemed to have fallen down around him and there was no fixing that, even if it had all been consequences of him doing the right thing. The fact was that doing the right thing sometimes.

His cell phone rang.

“Hello?" Changmin answered.

“Hyung’ve been calling hundred times but you didn’t pick up the call. You're being ridiculous,"

"Maybe," Changmin answered coldly. "But it's better this way. As you said it before, hyung."

There was complete silence for a few seconds, then Karam spoke,

"It does feel like a year, does it?"

"Yes and no." Changmin said, quietly.

Karam smiled, sadly. He had missed that, the way his brother spoke, the things he said that Karam never expected to hear his brother say. He wished his brother wouldn't shut him out, wished he would give in and talk to him again.

"Talk to hyung for today?" Karam asked.

"I don't thi—"

"Please, baby?"

There was silence again, and then followed by the faint sound of breathing.

"I'm listening." Changmin answered.

"I miss you."

"Don't say that." Changmin said. 'I miss you too.'  He had to admit, he was not surprised to hear it. He wants to hear it everyday.

Karam sat back on his bed with a sigh. "Why not?" he asked. "It's true."

"What's it like out there?" Changmin asked, as if Karam hadn't even spoken. "I mean, are you getting on okay Seungho? Does he treat you well?" His voice wasn't angry anymore, but Karam could still hear the venom in his words.

"Yeah," Karam nodded, forgetting that Changmin couldn't see him. "It's different without you around but obviously. What about you?"

"I'm fine."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And the two little kids I'm taking care here, reallly give me headache sometimes." Changmin said.

"Mmm..."

"Look Jung Karam, after this, it’s better if you just not call me anymore? I know that sounds horrible. But I can't. I just can't, okay?"

Karam realised it was the first time Changmin had said his name, the word sounding so different coming from his lips, to how it sounded when others said it.

"Hyung hurting, too, you know," Karam said, quietly. "Hyung know you think this is all about you, only you, and hyung know you're going through a lot, but this is far from easy for hyung too. So, stop acting like you're the only one affected by this."

Changmin was quiet, and then said, "I'm sorry."

Karam said nothing, hoping he would go on. Karam knew that he had led his brother to make the decision of never wanting to talk to him again. It was his entire fault.

"I just think we're better off like this," Changmin continued. "I just don't think it's a good idea to hold on to something that just....just doesn't mean anything anymore."

Karam felt his heart breaking into tiny pieces inside his chest. "Doesn't mean any… Okay," he said. "Okay, fine, Jung Changmin. you, too." And then he hung up.

And Changmin instantly regretted it.

'I lied hyung. I love you. I always love you.'

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Two months passed.

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“Nii-chan! Wake up!” Changmin opened his eyes from his peaceful sleep to be greeted with loud shriek of voice causing him to force them shut again. “Go away, Eunbyul.” He mumbled,

“I guess someone wants to be late for school then huh?” Questions from Eunbyul. 

Just hearing her voice make a smile spread across Changmin's face. “Fine, but only cause I need to go to school too.” he said, throwing the blankets off of him. 

"You’re always late." Eunbyul mumbled.

"It's still early, okay." Changmin replied, roll his eyes.

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