Together We're Lost (In A Dream) [Kaisoo Fanfic]

Two

The silence that followed them leaving the uppermost room of the house was excruciatingly deafening, yet charged with so much tension and anger that, still, Kyungsoo dared not shatter it. Jongin may certainly have been trembling under the dark, looming shadow of Kris' power, but it was without a doubt that it was now nothing except hatred and anger that shook his bones, a resentment so strong that Kyungsoo knew the boy would lash out at anyone who crossed his path now.

A door clicked shut and footsteps echoed as someone hurriedly descended the steps leading up to the room they had just left, and Kyungsoo was surprised to find Jongin's brother stumbling to catch up with them, his brows pulled together in obvious concern and his lips parted ready to call.

"Jongin," the boy called, but said male continued walking with a determined stride, Kyungsoo lagging back slightly in a feeble attempt to coax Jongin into listening. "Nini, wait—"

No more needed to be said before Jongin was whirling back around with an expression like none Kyungsoo had ever seen on his face, advancing on his brother so fast that the other nearly tripped in his haste to stop before they collided, his eyes blown wide with so much shock that Kyungsoo couldn't help but feel for him in some way.

"How can you let him treat you like that? Huh?" Jongin cried, hurt strangling his voice. "How in Hell can you even stand to be in the same chambers as him when he possesses such violence and terror?"

"Jongin..." said boy's elder sibling began meekly, though Jongin's raging voice swiftly cut him off.

"Tell me, brother, how many times has he grabbed you by the hair like that? How many times has he hurt you in such a way? Huh?"

Glancing at the elder pitifully, Kyungsoo could see crystal clear in his swirling orbs that he knew Jongin was right, knew he deserved better. It seemed, however, that love was more powerful than this.

"Nini, please..."

But Jongin wasn't finished. His brother's failure to give an adequate reply had only fuelled his fire, his rage simmering down to an angry, bubbling mess of feelings as his lips curled at the corners, his eyes wandering to where he was undoubtedly rewatching the harsh treatment of his sibling. "He is a tyrant, Junmyeon, a monster, the devil himself—"

"Jongin!" The voice of Jongin's brother — Junmyeon, Kyungsoo noted — was sharp this time, cutting off the younger's cursing in an instant. "God only knows what will happen if he hears you speaking of him like that so, for the sake of your own life, do not dare use that language again!"

Junmyeon's expression was stern and scolding as he spoke, not a trace of fear or guilt left in his features. It was clear how much he cared about his younger brother, and Kyungsoo silently agreed that it was certainly in his best interests when Jongin was using such blasphemous language.

With a tired, defeated sigh, Jongin let his eyes close for a moment before meeting the other's gaze again. "You know I am right, brother. Please, just... be careful."

Junmyeon did not reply, but a look passed between the two which Kyungsoo would never be able to understand, for it was a look that only they, as brothers, were familiar with.

The tension eased, however, and lifted completely when Jongin released another heavy sigh. And without a single look in Kyungsoo's direction, as though he had almost forgotten the latter were there, he turned and began to head into a part of the house that Kyungsoo had not yet seen. "I'll be in my chambers."

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For a while, Kyungsoo and his companion's brother simply stood together, both lost in their thoughts and forgetting the presence of another.