Tae-jon's eyes widened as he watched Tae-min drag Chang-min out of Min-jun's room. Blood seemed to drain out of Chang-min's face as he looked into the murderous eyes of Tae-min. Tae-jon anxiously walked up to them as Tae-min grabbed Chang-min by his collar.
"You said you will keep him safe." Tae-min hissed.
***
Tae-min collapsed onto the sofa, his body heavy with exhaustion. The weight of the day's events felt like an unbearable burden, causing him to feel as though he had aged decades in a matter of hours. He cast a tired glance towards his twin, who was lying on the opposite end of the sofa with his eyes closed, lost in his own thoughts.
Despite knowing he shouldn't, Tae-min beat himself up over Min-jun's condition.
'Nice work, idiot. You promised you would take care of him. What did you do? You started chasing butterflies.'
Tae-min didn't think that he would regret being in love with Chang-min so soon.
