🤍🤎Galileo🤎🤍||JILIX||

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"Let's be lonely together"
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^Minho^
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Minho wouldn't call himself an angel, nor would he call himself a devil. He was more of both. One may call him mean, cold and distant, others may argue that in truth, he's a sweetheart, a gentleman.

Minho didn't really have any say. He knew who he was, and would much rather keep it to himself. The man didn't really care what the world thought about him, as long as they don't put words in his mouth.

Jeongin smiled at him, hugging him as they pulled apart. "Hi Hyung, it's been a really long time." Minho nodded, ruffling the younger's hair.

Jisung sniffled a bit, wiping his tears away as Felix chuckled. Jeongin had grown, he looked more mature and professional. There were still signs that he's still a child, he's only twenty.

Minho smiled, memories flooding in.
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"Innie?" Minho gasped, running and hugging the younger, who unexpectedly showed up to his house in tears.

Jeongin sobbed, hugging his Hyung back, the tears wouldn't stop, soaking the fabric as emotions and thoughts weighed down on them like a dumbbell.

Minho ran his fingers through the younger's hair, he could feel the pain their maknae was in. He just didn't know what exactly that pain was.

Jeongin continued to sob, his eyes began to hurt but he couldn't bring himself to speak, he didn't trust himself to speak. The older rubbed his back with simple strokes, drawing shapes.

"I...I'm leaving..." Jeongin sniffled out, after spending a good 10 minutes outside, in his hyung's arms. Minho looked at the younger, eyes wide.

"You...you're leaving me?" Minho couldn't believe it, he just couldn't. Jeongin had been like his little brother for over 10 years at that point, he couldn't just...leave like that.

You see, Jeongin's parents had sadly passed away at the age of thirty six, when Innie himself was only six. Instead of leaving him in an orphanage, the parents had left him on the streets, going back home where they were presumably killed by an unknown killer.

The nine year old Minho was walking back from school before running into small baby Jeongin on the street, shivering from the cold.

"Are you okay?" Minho knelt next to him, the other moving away warily. "I'm Lee Minho. But call me...Lee Know."

Child Minho noticed the amazing facial features the other possessed. The fox like eyes, the brown, messy black hair...but the only thing that worried Minho was the scarily pale skin. Frostbite was sure to bite soon. (I'm so funny I know) .

Minho sighed, getting up and fumbling with something in his backpack. A pencil. He handed it to the younger boy, "It has my address on it, come over if you want to."

And he left.

Minho had always been living by himself, his parents were rarely home, but they were alive, they just never came back to him. He lived alone since he was seven, and he schooled in a public school.

Nine year old Minho would always help the mailman deliver mail and newspapers to other homes. Because of this, the mailman would pay the small child a rough 1000 won a day.

"I'm home!" Minho called out to Leebit, his stuff plushy that he made at school. His only companion. The house was small, with only one room for a bathroom, one stove, one bed, a fireplace, one table and one chair. No wonder his parents left him, Minho thought.