Miss you.
"I miss you more."
The week had been very brutal to him and his brother, last week he was busy with the things that his father had accounted him for, the company that both of their father started, for their future, and for the future of the next generations next to them; the news came to him after a normal busy day, once he got home and expected a nice sound of laughter from his husband and son, the first thing that he heard was a quiet sob, Luhan came running to him and he was actually surprised, scared about the sudden news. His nephew died without him being there, like he once promised. Now, he's faced with his brother--a brother who lost almost everything, except for him, of course because he would never leave Chanyeol, not even when he wanted him to.
"How are you?" He asks, walking closer to the lanky male with an arm slipping around his waist, his fingers brushing his clothed side. His head falling down upon his shoulder, his eyes could probably heave off that tired aura, he couldn't quite imagine how it possibly pains his brother, and he doesn't even want to start that contemplation. "I'm still here, Yeol, I won't leave okay? I'm always here for you."