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He doesn't know what to do, frozen on the spot as the words just ring in his ears, repeats themselves over and over again.  He's afraid. No, he's terrified. And for a moment he feels like he can't breathe. Because this... this is so much more than he had ever expected and it makes his heart feel as if it's swelling. Because this is Ilya, and he has never even dreamt of expecting anything like this from him. So when Luka manages to get himself back together, when he makes his lips part and he breathes properly again, when eyelids flutter and his minds begins to clear — that's when he smiles. Sweet and genuine is the curl of his lips and he moves forward, motioning towards the other and he just slides his arms around his waist, rests his head upon his chest. " You're already worthy of me. " He mumbles. " You always were and you're worth so much more. " He shuts his eyes, squeezing the elder in his hold. " I'm happy, I really am. Because I want you too, I need you to keep me sane Ilya. I really do. " He falls into silence and he pulls back, looking up at the other for a moment before he leans up to press a chaste kiss to soft lips. " Because I love you too. " He then whispers before pressing his forehead against the vampire's shoulder. 

He's tossing and turning for a while, slumber brief at the dawn of day and when he finally wakes up, it is because he lacks the warmth of another body next to his own. It startles him and he sits up in less than two seconds, rubbing the gravel out of his eyes with slow motions. Then he yawns and he scans the bedroom in silence. He knows Ilya tends to leave early, but he also tends to wake Luka up for it, so he knows. The latter purses his lips as his fingers scramble over smooth sheets, flinching when they brush past the note left for him. He blinks a few times before he picks it up. He reads slowly, concentrating for a moment before he furrows his brows. " My what..?"  He breathes, confounded for a moment, falling back against the cushions with a silent little annoyed sigh. Brother. He chews on his lower lip, because this is strange. For all he knows, the only older sibling eh ever had died long before he could possibly remember him properly, or so he was told. And he doesn't want to accuse his parents for lying. But it wouldn't really surprise him if they had either. There were many things they never spoke of, many dirty secrets buried beneath their floorboards. He rub at his forehead, shakes his head as he moves towards the bedside to get up and get dressed. Because Ilya wouldn't lie to him about these things, he's sure of it. And if he says it's Luka's brother, he can't really doubt it. But he can't believe it either, not without seeing him first and it does spark his interest a bit more. So he plans his entire day based on this, deciding to head home first, to his own apartment. He needs to prepare himself for this, mentally. And no place is better than home. Not a single one. 

" You just proved yourself wrong by calling me a dumbass. " He grins impishly and then he drags his fingertips along Baekhyun's cheeks, to make him grimace. The distance isn't very long but it's still noticeable and Luka kinda wants to step back, to close it again, but he doesn't. He needs to practice his own restraint like this. He keeps eye contact though, and the question that's uttered does surprise him a little. Because he doesn't know what to answer. There's probably no one in this world that knows as much about Luka as Baekhyun does, but also at the same time, probably no one who knows as little. He never shares the details of his life with anyone and those who know are in the business themselves. " I've been... alright. I suppose. " He responds after a long moment of silence, a lazy shrug of his shoulders that always makes him grimace. That little bout of pain has been nagging at him for a few weeks but he's too busy to take care of it. " How about you?"

A soft laugh leaves his lips at the mumbled comment and he can't help the way he squeezes Baekhyun in his arms. Because even after all these years, he's still protective over him; considers it his own personal duty to make sure he's safe. And he's relieved to see he hasn't come to any physical damage. " Of course I did dumbass. How could I not?" He then mumbles gently, pulling back so he can look at the other for a moment, brushing a few strands of hair away from the younger's features. 

He doesn't mind the closeness this time, because it feels right. Usually he would have shoved Baekhyun aside, just like he does with everyone but instead he keeps him close, tugs him closer and curls his fingers into his jacket. " I missed you too, Idiot. " He mumbles silently and he shakes his head a bit, nuzzling his soft strands of hair to inhale his familiar scent. 

He laughs at the way Baekhyun screeches and he waits for him to turn around. And when he does, when his eyes brighten, he can’t help but to let his grin widen. The hug is a bit surprising and he loses his breath for a second but he hugs him back, and he holds him tightly. Because fuck he has missed Baekhyun so badly and he knows it. ” Hello to you too. “