𝑰𝑵 𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑬𝑺 ( 𝑽𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑶𝑶𝑲)

It was worth it!

"Hyung! Is it you?"

Taehyung's eyes got bigger as he saw Yeonjun standing  at the door, opening it as soon as he came close to it.

Right now Taehyung was standing at the door of his own house. Despite of Jin's pleading, he came to the house as soon as it started to get brighter outside at the early morning. He needed his books, his clothes, his necessary things from there. He wasn’t gonna sit back and blame his fate. He was strong, but not when Yeonjun was standing in front of him with a questionable stare.

"H-hey. Yeonnie." he gave him a nervous smile.

"Don't hey me hyung. Where were you the past 3 days? I was getting crazy calling you every now and then. I- I thought something bad happened to you." Yeonjun was worried. Taehyung can see that in those brown eyes. He sighed as he came close to Yeonjun and hugged him. He wanted to assure his brother that he was ok, he was alive.

'but being alive and feeling that you're alive is so much more different in every way. Isn't it?'

'It definitely is.'

But Taehyung's heart was being a bit warmer as he rubbed his brother's back. At least, in this hell there was still someone who was waiting for him at the door."

He sighed as he pulled back from the hug. He gave Yeonjun a small smile. It was genuine.

"Let me at least come inside. It's still a bit chilly at this early morning. " He chuckled as he noticed both of them are still standing at the door. 

"Sorry hyung. I was just worried. Come."

"Where are they?" Taehyung asked as he was searching for those shit ass. He didn’t want to get in problem at this early morning.

"Probably sleeping. "

"Hyung, come to my room today please? "

It was a pleading of course. Cause Taehyung never went to Yeonjun's room. Even if thinking like it was impossible, it was very true. What's  the cause of that you're asking? The answer is.....

He didn’t want to get jealous. Didn't want to have those things that Yeonjun had in his room. The colourful room, the luxurious furnitures, the softest mattress, those...those childhood toys that he never got to play with. He saw them once when he was passing Yoenjun's room when he was only 11. He was curious,  he was JEALOUS. But he didn’t want to be like that. So he never went to that room again in his whole life. Even when Yeonjun always wanted him there to play with him.

He loved his brother as much as his parents hated him.

"Yeonjun I- "

"Not today please. You never went to my room. Do you hate my room hyung. I know your room- you - you don't have a room like me. I- I'm sorry Hyung. Please don't hate me for that. I always wanted you there, sharing the bed with me. But I know they Won't allow."

There was sadness in his eyes. How cruel! that a 16 years teenager wanted to share his room with his brother but those dictators didn’t care a thing.

Taehyung gave up. What can happen now. They had already grown up. They are brothers for God sake. He wanted to see Yeonjun's room too. He wanted to see a part of his brother's life too.

He was silent. He didn’t utter a word when Yeonjun dragged him holding his hand to his room. But when the door opened, and he looked up, his inside got nauseous.

The room was in light sky coloured, recently couloured, The room was hella big, In the middle there was a queen size bed. The east side wall was a full closet, there might be hundreds of designer clothes, In one side, Yeonjun's study table, his books kept in wooden shelf. There was his guitar in one corner with his tanis bat standing together as like making a joke of Taehyung's whole existence.