Jae-ha is not one to get nervous, still less to show it. Really, why should here be any different? It's important, sure, but he's an irresistibly charming guy! Why wouldn't his brother be happy to see him?
Deep down, he knows the answer to that question, and it's what's kept him from trying to reconnect with him this long. Every time he's thought of trying to talk to Akaya, a feeling of dread congeals in his stomach. Give yourself some more time, he always decided, and he always only felt worse next time. Each wait made it harder to alter the previous outcome, a vicious trap of his own making.
Kija, of course, didn't understand at all; he never would have fallen for such self-sabotage. Sometimes, Jae-ha envies him for his beautiful simplicity: things are how they are, and however bad, there's a responsibility to make it better. Once upon a time, Jae-ha could have mocked this mentality. He's come to respect it over time, even adore it.
And so here he waits by the vending machines at Akaya's apartment complex. Because if he can't show the same kind of courage, what right does he even have to look at the man as an equal?
God but it's getting late... Late enough that he's starting to wonder about bags under his eyes. So late that it's early. So late, that by the time he finally does spot Akaya he's too tired and impatient for nervousness, and he hops out in front of him with all the flair and flamboyance of a man who hasn't for a single second considered the possibility of being unwelcome.
"Yoooo, welcome home!" He greets. "Are you surprised to see me? I made a special trip out."
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Jae-ha is not one to get nervous, still less to show it. Really, why should here be any different? It's important, sure, but he's an irresistibly charming guy! Why wouldn't his brother be happy to see him?
Deep down, he knows the answer to that question, and it's what's kept him from trying to reconnect with him this long. Every time he's thought of trying to talk to Akaya, a feeling of dread congeals in his stomach. Give yourself some more time, he always decided, and he always only felt worse next time. Each wait made it harder to alter the previous outcome, a vicious trap of his own making.
Kija, of course, didn't understand at all; he never would have fallen for such self-sabotage. Sometimes, Jae-ha envies him for his beautiful simplicity: things are how they are, and however bad, there's a responsibility to make it better. Once upon a time, Jae-ha could have mocked this mentality. He's come to respect it over time, even adore it.
And so here he waits by the vending machines at Akaya's apartment complex. Because if he can't show the same kind of courage, what right does he even have to look at the man as an equal?
God but it's getting late... Late enough that he's starting to wonder about bags under his eyes. So late that it's early. So late, that by the time he finally does spot Akaya he's too tired and impatient for nervousness, and he hops out in front of him with all the flair and flamboyance of a man who hasn't for a single second considered the possibility of being unwelcome.
"Yoooo, welcome home!" He greets. "Are you surprised to see me? I made a special trip out."