An - platonic DG part 2 :))
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DG's stride was quick as he approached the living room, urgency fueling his movements as he caught sight of you sitting beside your tutor, clearly in the middle of a lesson.
He stopped right in front of you, giving your tutor a slight mod before speaking.
"I'm going away for a few days - work. It's very last minute so you'll have to stay here."
His words are sharp, swift. You hum absentmindedly, focused on your work. His hand, cold and calloused, grabs yours, and you stare up at him.
The warning look he gives you is enough to have grown men wetting their pants, but you only spare him a bored look before he speaks again.
"Behave."
You sit up straight, giving him a look - disgust or annoyance, he isn't sure.
"DG, I'm not an idiot. You've trained me like a dog, I know the rules."
Your words tug at his heart, but he brushes them off. That's a problem he'll have to deal with another time. He's not the most empathetic person, he knows. But he thought you knew that everything he did was because he cared for you - after all, you were his only family.
He stands up straight, bidding you and your tutor a hasty goodbye before making his way to the car waiting for him in the street below.
There's no reason to be worried, he tries to convince himself. You know how important his private work is - you wouldn't worry him unnecessarily.
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A few hours later, well after the sun has set, you bid your tutor goodbye, heaving a sigh as you clear away your notes and pens. You think about mundane things - how wonderful a relaxing shower will be, or perhaps a bath, what you'd have for dinner, what you'd do tomorrow since you'd have the apartment to yourself for a few days.
Instead of heading towards the kitchen to make yourself dinner as you usually would, you sink into the couch, feet tucked beneath you as you scroll through your phone.
Eventually even that isn't enough to distract you, and you let your thoughts run rampant.
Your brother was always busy, and though he kept his work secret from you, you knew how important it was. His focus was often not on you, which didn't bother you much - in fact, it was probably better that way. Having him breathing down your neck all day would be enough to drive you mad.
Knowing how important his work was and how stressed it made him kept you in line most of the time. You didn't want to find out what he'd do if you caught him out on a bad day.
But things had started to become repetitive - boring.
I desperately need a change - a change in scenery, a change in pace - whatever.
You picked at a stray thread on the hem of your shirt as while you were thinking.
Fuck it. He can get as mad as he wants when - if - he finds out. I'm going to go insane if I don't leave.
With your mind made up, you stand and make your way to your room.
What your brother didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
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DG finally had a free moment, one he took advantage of. He managed to slip away to a quiet, dark corner, pulling out his phone and dialing your number.
You picked up on the second ring.
"Yes?"
His irritation spikes and he grits his teeth as he speaks.
