solitude • kihyun

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the noise of the mug breaking down, on the floor made him jump. he quickly turned around and looked at her with widened eyes, putting down his book. 

she stared at him eagerly, not allowing herself to blink even once. she didn't want to miss him, because what if she moved and he disappeared? 

pinching her arm twice, just to check if she wasn't dreaming, she realized it was true. "y-you're here." she muttered as she walked through the broken glass on the floor, not even minding it. 

he looked at her feet and his eyes widened. "you... your- she said looking at his hair - it's longer." she said, heart racing at the view of him right in front of her. 

then she frowned when she approached him, lifting her hands she touched his cheek. she had to know if he was real.

his eyes, different from what she remembered, were green instead of dark brown. "your eyes." she whispered, a soft smile forming on her lips. 

"contacts." 

his voice. 

the voice she loved so much, the voice she thought she'd never hear ever again. it was him, he was there. 

her wide smile was not to ignore. with a swift move she threw herself onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer for a hug. 

millions of theories rushed through her excited mind and even if she wanted to kill him, for faking his own death, she loved him so much, so dearly, and she had missed him so much that she couldn't say a word. 

she was grateful he was back with her. 

but then when she inhaled his aroma. the smell. 

it wasn't him. 

her eyes widened as she took a step back, looking at her once love of her life, looking at him with big widened eyes, filled with doubt. "k-kibum?" 

he, who had taken a step towards her, stopped after hearing the name. his green eyes stared intensely at her and she noticed he grew tense for a second. 

"that's not me, sorry." but his voice, his body, everything else looked exactly the same, except fo his smell and the color of his eyes.

"what- what is this?" her voice sounded exactly as she was, desperate. she approached him and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him violentely. 

"who are you? why are you acting like this? i buried you! am i going crazy?"

the vision sighed, looking away. "i am not him - he finally said turning to look at her. she noticed his green eyes shined with something pretty similar to sadness. something she could recognize in other people, because she was going through it herself.

"i am his brother." 

for a second, she felt as if her head had been summerged under water. her templed throbbed and she felt her heart racing at an anormal pace. everything around her spinned around and soon she felt his not-so-familiar arms catching her before landing on the floor. 

"gwenchana?" she wanted to curse at the winds. the tone of his voice was exactly the same. even if her eyes were glassy, she prohibited herself from crying right then. 

"your feet." he said pointing at the blood-stained bare feet. she glanced down and noticed she was starting to feel dizzy. "a twin?" 

he moved around, looking for the kitchen's rag. "he never mentioned a twin." she managed to say. he glanced at her for a second but then sat on the coffee table in front of her, putting the kitchen rag on his lap and grabbing her feet. "stay still." he said as he focused on the small glasses that were stuck on her skin.