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_{“Always.” A drabble by Choi Minho: to my Aegi.}

<sub>“Aegi? Baby? Are you here?” he called out, dropping his bag beside the couch as he glanced around. Minho found his way back to his twin’s place, it becoming almost his home now with how much he had to keep coming around; well, not ‘had’ to, he wanted to. He wanted to be there for him, especially after everything his beloved twin had been through lately. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for him.

Given the fact that silence was the only thing to greet him, he figured the other wasn’t home yet. With that confirmation, he rolled up his sleeves and made his way to the kitchen to prepare dinner for when they would see each other later tonight.

A few minutes as he was preparing dinner, he took a moment to take his phone out and text the other to ask when he was going to get back. Minho didn’t want the food to wait too long, after all. After sending the text message, however, he suddenly heard the faintest sound of a notification ringtone go off. With a pause, he looked up and around for a moment; was he hearing things? With his eyebrows knotted slightly in confusion, he moved around the kitchen counter to step a little further from the kitchen. Minho sent another text, telling Min what he was cooking—and without error, again, he heard the notification tone. His head whipped towards the hallway. He was home?

Since there was no response when he had come home, Minho immediately thought the worst— he almost frantically ran to the room and pushed the door open, looking around through the darkness. His eyes adjusted through the darkness quickly to the phone that sat as a beam of light on the side of Min’s bed on the bedside table. Minho slowly approached the bed as he noticed the obvious figure underneath; the person was curled up, however, but he could see that someone was there. As he reached to turn the bedside lamp on, he was thankful that the light was dim, so it wasn’t too bright but just bright enough to see everything. His fingers curled around the blanket’s edge to gently pull it down, a breath of relief that he hadn’t realised he was holding, finally releasing from him; though, the relief didn’t last long as he stared down at his twin sleeping soundly – if soundly was a way to put it. His face had tear marks all down his cheeks, and they were also reddened. They were dry, however, which led Minho to believe that Min had fallen asleep a while ago, which was why he probably didn’t hear Minho calling out earlier – he seemed to have finally found his deep slumber.

Minho’s fingers brushed through the other’s hair gently, quietly, as he watched him rest. He could see the pained lines in his face, the sorrow in the way his eyebrows stayed narrowed ever so slightly – though, the only thing peaceful, was his breathing; as if, sleeping was his little gateway out of this cruel world that treated him like he deserved to be punished, and for a crime he didn’t commit. He softly sat down onto the edge of the bed to comfort himself, though as soon as he snapped himself from the stare he had on his twin, he felt wetness on his face. His free hand rose up to touch his cheek, the realisation hitting him before he quickly covered his mouth to muffle the quiet sobs that escaped him. The tears didn’t stop. He closed his eyes to let the emotions runs through him, though it became overwhelming to the point where he had to bite his lip. He hated this. He hated this whole situation. Min didn’t deserve this mistreatment, for Minho believe Min deserved everything. He wanted everything for his twin, he wanted him to be happy and to live a fulfilling life, and to do the things that made him.. Happy. But he couldn’t. Not when the world continued to throw these unnecessary curveballs at him without reason. Minho knew the world was a cruel place, but to someone like Min? Why was that possible?

Minho looked back at the other as he sucked his sadness back up forcefully, letting his thoughts process as well while wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Min was beautiful, he thought. Inside, and out. He was selfless, caring, loving, compassionate.. He was there for you in a heartbeat if you requested. Minho just couldn’t understand. He genuinely didn’t understand why Min, of all people, had to go through something like this – not once, not twice, and not even three times.. Countless times.

He rose from his place on the edge of the bed to reach over and turn the lamp off, and after doing so, he lifted the blanket to crawl into bed with him and wrap his arms right around his waist to pull him close to his chest. His tears, now a distant damp memory on his cheeks, pressed gently against Min’s nape. He wanted to protect his twin forever. He wanted to take care of him and make him happy himself. He wanted to world for him, and more. Minho closed his eyes as a shaky sigh left him, his arms tightening around Min as his hand found his, taking it into his own.

“No matter what you go through.. No matter what you decide to do, no matter what happens to you, Min.. Over everything, I’ll always be here for you,” he whispered gently, his eyebrows knotting together as if merely speaking started to hurt. “I’ll always be here to protect you, my love.. Always.”</sub>