pslplz | Futureverse

Ah! A critical hit! Jae-ha is vain enough and proud enough for that one to sting. Still, at least Akaya was arguing over whether he was useful, and not on whether he was still young.

It's hard not to fall into the banter, to lighten the mood with a ridiculous answer because it's so uncomfortable right now. Jae-ha doesn't like heavy serious conversations like this. But hasn't that been half the problem all these years? He hasn't been willing to take the serious things seriously. And now Akaya wants to know why he should believe he's ready to start. He asks, understandably, not what makes him useful compared to his future, but what makes him useful compared to his past.

Jae-ha stands quietly facing him.

"Now I'm here. And I'm sorry."

It's not easy for Akaya either, standing here feeling tired and vulnerable and exposed. It would be so much easier if he could walk away. And maybe if Jae-ha fell back into his usual stupidity and banter, then he would have. But his brother doesn't change the subject or laugh it off, even though he clearly looks uncomfortable (good) and out of his element.

I'm here. I'm sorry.

Strange, how words he wanted to hear all his life can suddenly come out of no where when he least expects. What is he supposed to say to that? He's not prepared.

He bites his lip and looks away.

Goddamn it.

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And that, Jae-ha thinks, is enough torment for the both of them for right now. He can in fact see that Akaya is exhausted, and he probably needs time to process some things.

"It looks like it's been a long day for you. I won't keep you-- get some rest. I'll be in touch."

Oh no, he won't.

Like a reflex, Akaya reaches and grabs his wrist, hard. What he means to do, he has no idea. Maybe he just thinks if Jae-ha walks away now, he won't see him again, and that this was all just a bad joke.

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Jae-ha is surprised. Had he been reading Akaya wrong about wanting to go traipsing up to his apartment and crashing? Perhaps he wasn't as tired as he looked?

It would be easy to look at that snared wrist and liken it to a shackle, someone telling him No, you can't go anywhere. Funny thing, it doesn't bother him this time. After all, he has no intention of flying off again. There's no resistance.

"...One more punch for the road? You're allowed. I won't stop you."

This is the problem with emotions. They make you act in ways you haven't thought through. Like grabbing for your brother when what you should've done is ... well, something else a lot less childish and clingy. But Akaya never was very good at hiding how he feels, especially the more heated kind of emotions.

He pulls him close into his space, lifting his other hand to thump his fist against Jae-ha's chest, a sort-of punch that turns into a grab into his shirt as he presses his forehead against him.

Oh...

Well, Jae-ha can't say he expected or even deserved this. That almost looks like forgiveness right there on the spot. And it ought to be a relief, something to be joyous over, but really it makes him feel terrible all over again. Because it is also palpable just how much his actions have hurt Akaya in the past. Jae-ha put himself first, second, and third, and left a trail of pain in his wake.

He lifts his free hand and cups the back of Akaya's head, cradling it to his chest. He won't say a word.

No matter how far or for how long his brother has traveled, Jae-ha still has that familiar scent, so damningly nostalgic. Akaya missed him. That doesn't mean all is forgiven, but if he asks for a chance to be in his life again, was there ever a chance he could say no? Maybe only in his imagination, at the height of his anger. He can only cut him off if he didn't love him anymore.

"I hate you so much," he says weakly.

At that, Jae-ha laughs quietly. It's not a mocking laugh, though. It's almost-- dare he say it-- brotherly.

"I love you, too."

"Hn," Akaya says, but doesn't try to refute him. They were never really great at I love yous. He loosens his grip on the wrist (which probably has a mark on it by now from his fingers).

"Where are you staying...?"

There is a mark there, but Jae-ha hasn't made a peep about it, nor does he intend to.

"The Murasaki complex on the west side of Harajuku. Number 405." Like his birthday, the 4th of May. How could he call it anything but destiny to find an apartment with that number in the heart of all the city's youth and fashion?

Anyway, you know he means it about being found if he gets that specific.

Somehow, it's not surprising. Of course he'd pick a place where all the beautiful people are. Akaya snorts.

At least he's got an address, which almost sounds like he's putting down roots. Maybe he'll be true to his word, after all.

"...do you wanna come up?"

Akaya surely needed to go to bed (for that matter so did he), but there's no way that Jae-ha came all the way out here, waited half the night to ambush him on the street, took a sucker punch to the pavement, and endured the humiliation of laying bare all of his past mistakes and idiocy all so he could turn down his first invitation back into Akaya's life. Not a goddamn chance.

"Lead the way."

He is tired. And he might just crash the moment they get inside. But it doesn't feel right, leaving his brother out here at this hour. From here, I t's thirty minutes at least, to Harajuku. His apartment is pretty big, by Tokyo standards, and there's plenty of room if Jae-ha feels like crashing too.

Akaya leads them through the auto door and to the elevator, which will shoot them up to the 15th floor.

"Lights, 80%," he says as he enters the house. The recessed lights turn on, illuminating the apartment with a warm glow. The place is slightly messy, as he hasn't spent a lot of time in here lately, but it's comfortable looking, with all the typical trappings of a professional musician laying around. A couple guitars, a tray of picks, headphones, a keyboard. Tablets and stylus where he jots down music.

The lights from the city can be seen for miles from this high up, a panorama through the long panes of glass that wrap around the living room.

He slings his shoulder bag to the floor and kicks his shoes off.

Tired as he may be, Jae-ha will not deny he's curious to see what Akaya's place looks like, and it does not disappoint once he does. Sure, it's not pristine, but how can you focus on a few pieces of clutter when you've got a view like that?

"Ahhhh!" He coos appreciatively, spreading his arms wide. "Look at that spread of windows! You must be able to see everything from here." Are those stars in his eyes? Yes, those are stars. He toes his shoes off and moves into the living area like an awed child in a toy store.

"And this furniture is so chic, you could just imagine a movie star living here-- although I guess that isn't too far from the truth, hm?"

It was meant as a joke, but he pauses and allows himself to be more subdued for a moment, because he does mean what he says next.

"You've done well for yourself..." He smiles. "Congratulations on your success."

Far more than he ever managed for his own life, that's for certain.

He rolls his eyes, at first. His brother's reaction is so over the top, he wonders for a moment if he's being mocked. Maybe this was a mistake.

But then Jae-ha grows uncharacteristically subdued to give his actual opinion. Maybe such moments were rare, growing up. At least, in Akaya's mind. Somewhere along the way, he gave up trying to get Jae-ha's approval. He thought it didn't matter anymore.

Oh but fuck it all, it still does.

"Hn," he says. He glances away, feeling a little warm in the face. "You can crash here if you want. It's late."

The invitation to crash for the night means a lot, the same way that the invitation to see inside at all did. And it's just easy to get carried away with anything that makes him happy or excited, and sure some of it is performative but it doesn't mean the underlying sentiment is insincere.

And so help him, this door into his brother's life opening back up so readily after how badly he fucked up makes him happier than most things. Happy enough for him to feel guilty because he knows it's more than he deserves. He's had about all the discomfort he can handle for one night, though.

"You mean it?" He asks with a near puppy-like grin. "This will be great! We have so much to catch up on, you'll have to tell me all about everything that's happened. What are your bandmates like, do you eat anything for breakfast these days-- are you seeing anyone?"

At least he's enthusiastic?

What's he think this is, a fucking slumber party? Akaya remembers all over again why they used to bump heads. Because when you're a kid trying to be cool like your older brother, all you want is for them to take you seriously. But seriousness was never a strength of Jae-ha's. Neither was understanding why a forte for Akaya, hence their constant battles. This time though, Akaya is a little older and maybe too exhausted to punch him again.

He snorts and pulls a pillow from a storage drawer under the sofa and shoves it into Jae-ha.

"I'm gonna go face plant in bed. Bathroom's down the hall."

Isn't it a slumber party? Of course they're both too tired to actually stay up any longer and chat, but that wasn't the important part. The important part was saying I want to know you.

So when the pillow gets shoved at him, there's only a moment of surprise, as though the rug's just been pulled out from under him. Then Jae-ha flashes a sheepish grin and holds his hand up: say no more, I can take a hint.

"In the morning, then? Well, I suppose I can wait a few hours. Goodnight... Akaya."

Jae-ha's look of surprise (and disappointment?) takes him aback. He thought Jae-ha was trying to be funny. He doesn't really wanna know what he eats for breakfast. Right?

But that's just it, isn't it? He sneaks the real stuff in between the silly crap to buffer what he really wants to say. For someone straight forward like Akaya, it's confusing as hell.

"...I can never tell if you're making fun of me or not," he says rather frankly.

Well. That's not a great thing to hear. Not least of which because his stamina for being heavy and serious has been pretty well depleted-- and this wouldn't matter except that Akaya clearly needs him to be heavy and serious again. Dear, dear, but being an older brother can be exhausting. (And he's only a few minutes into acting like one, too. This is going to take some getting used to.)

"You're not very cute when you get like this," he sighs with a shrug of his arms. He tosses the pillow over onto the couch and flops down on his stomach. One beat, and he lifts his head to look up at him with a tired but affectionate smile.

"That was poking fun at you. You're actually adorable. And if you'd indulge my curiosity on what you eat for breakfast before you go to sleep, that will make it much easier to surprise you with it when you wake up."

It would probably annoy Akaya to know how exhausting his brother finds it to have a normal conversation with him...especially since he's the one who decided to show up at this hour on his doorstep. (Though how else he could've found him is another story). It's not as though Akaya enjoys serious discussions either. In fact, he tends to be light-hearted and casual most of the time. But as always, his brother seems to be an exception. And for some reason, he didn't want to go to bed tonight pissed off and hurt. Not when Jae-ha is under his roof.

"...."

He mulls over Jae-ha's answer for a moment before he slides into the armchair next to the sofa. It's weird, trying to get to know your brother all over again.

"Since when do you cook?"

The question strikes Jae-ha as bizarre. Does Akaya think he can't manage bacon and eggs with toast? Living on your own means either 24/7 ordering out or you learn a few kitchen skills. And while the former is certainly a preference, sometimes you just have to make do with what you have on-hand.

"What do you eat, a three-course gourmet spread? The basics aren't hard."

Hey, Jae-ha hasn't cooked for Akaya before (as far as he recall, anyway). How would he know?

Akaya snorts.

"I usually just have coffee."

But you know, as long as you're offering...

"I might want some tamagoyaki though. With grated radish."

Not too complicated, right? It's just a very precise and intricate egg dish you need a special pan for. Good old homestyle Japanese comfort food.

Yeah. He's a brat.

Edited 2020-07-17 17:19 (UTC)

Jae-ha lets his face flop down into the pillow. "Perfect. I trust you have everything I need for that?"

It's ok, he's not taking you seriously either.

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