makersanddreamers:
Minwoo stared a little longer as Kwangmin spoke, relishing the moment he was given to take in the other. He hadnât seen Kwangmin since before he was captured, before he relinquished his freedom in order to make sure Kwangmin kept his. Even before the twin spoke, Minwoo could see he hadnât been sleeping well, the exhaustion visible in the shadows of his face and in the dimness of his eyes. It was something Minwoo saw every time he found himself facing a reflective surface.
âYeah,â he mumbled, coming back to himself. He was the only other person awake. But then again, at this time of day, that wansât exactly uncommon. Vaguely, Minwoo registered the question, and even before he could think of a verbal response, his head began to shake. âDonât mind.â He lifted his head, fixing Kwangmin with a smile that came across as more of a grimace â he hadnât had much to smile about for a long while now, and the expression had fallen out of practice â before retreating to sag against the counter.
And sag he did, because the exhaustion weighed heavy on him, too, and Minwoo should probably have gone back to the couch, to pretend to read until unconsciousness claimed him, but now that he was faced with Kwangmin, he didnât want to leave. It was a lingering fear, one that told him that if he looked away now, he may wake up to find everything different again. No. No, for now he just wanted to watch. He just wanted to make sure this was all real.
He would have brought up what the other had been through, to see what heâd have to do to Pan if the man did try to do something to the youngest. But he didnât want to have to the other deal with remembering what did happened during that time. Kwangmin also didnât want to talk about the trouble he was in when he did get back and how he still felt like there was still a bit of tension even if they were all trying to get over it.
When Minwoo had âsmiledâ at him, the younger twin had let out a quiet breath before nodding as he went to find something to cook. Something that wasnât going to take too long or make too much noise. âThanks, Min.â He mumbled as he opened up the fridge again to get some things to cook. Once he turned around to see the other against the counter, looking exhausted, Kwangmin bit his lip but had went to start up their barely working stove.
Kwangminâs thoughts started to run through his head as he tried to think of why Minwoo kept wanting to stare than go back to bed. Sleep was one, then there was the youngest possibly wanting to say something about how he had left him behind, or maybe how he never made the effort to try and talk to him after finding out he was back, or how it was his idea for running off and everything else that would point to him being the blame of being the reason why Pan caught Minwoo. âUm... If youâre tired you should sleep.â










