Set in a quaint part of town in the (name) district, lone bachelor, Kim Jae Joong spends the remaining hours of his evening cradling his ancient/vintage leica as he assesses the marmalade sky. Leaning against the rails of the bridge, Jae Joong takes in a deep breath, whilst breathing in the essences of summer as it slowly transitions into autumn. The damp concrete floor is littered with wilted leaves, Jae Joong makes out abstract designs out of it just for the fun of it, wondering if something might catch his eye. Nothing does. 

Not the sky. 

Not the ground. 

He toggles with the shutter of his leica, deliberating between the choices of returning to his loft, or staying to enjoy the way the sky turns a light shade of lilac. Then, eventually, a deep lavender. As the shade darkens with each minute, and permanently stays to obsidion, that's when Jae Joong is convinced, he should move. He shoves his camera into its small bag and with a heavy sigh, trudges to the bus stop two blocks down. 

 

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"I know," Jae Joong grumbles as he sets his plate on his table. The phone he tightly sandwiches between his shoulder and jaw is almost at its end. He settles down on his chair before fixing the device's position, aligning properly with his ear. "It's just..." Jae Joong sighs again for the umpteenth time that day. He chucks an asparagus into his mouth, letting the crunch resonate into the receiver as he mumbles in between chews, "It's hard, Jin." 

"What did I tell you about widening your preference?" Akanishi, who was the one on the other end of the receiver, patronised. Whines and cranky shrieks fill Jae Joong's ear but they're soon replaced by Akanishi's cooing of, "Aye~ Aye~ Don't cry~ I'm sorry~ Blame uncle Jae for causing Daddy to miss his aim." 

The bachelor on the other end glowered. 

"But seriously though, Jae. You need to put yourself out there more. And, you need to get out of that comfort zone of yours. Experiment with styles. You need to accommodate more than just one kind of crowd." 

Eyeing his food disinterestedly, Jae Joong pushed it aside, and heaved, "That's like telling me to get rid of my identity, Jin." 

"Do you want to get a job?" 

That had Jae Joong biting on his tongue. 

"What about those friends of yours-" Jae Joong attempted. The father of one knew better to swerve around it. 

He sputtered, "Ah- tut, tut! You are looking for a job starting from tomorrow. You may be surviving right now but what happens when that supply runs out? I've been there, I know what I'm talking about." For speaking as a friend, Jae Joong sure felt like he was speaking with his mother - how long since that last phone call, Jae Joong suddenly remembered and wondered. 

Too long. 

"So... how are things with you and Juri?" 

Jae Joong's very being froze.

"What?"

"You know... that cute event manager you wouldn't stop stalking?" 

"Yah!" Jae Joong smacked his lips with a hand. Only Jin could bring out such of his old habits out like that. "I did not stalk her," Jae Joong seethed. "I was merely... looking her up." 

"Right," Akanishi played along. "Well, phone me up when you guys do decide to get married, kay? I need to finish feeding before Kuroki finds out I've done nothing but spill formula." 

"I'll be sure to offer a prayer for you during your funeral when she does." 

The line dies and Jae Joong gives it a moment to stare at his phone. He scoffs and then puts it down before averting his gaze to his dinner. Cold, and unappetising. He doesn't serve it to the bin, but instead keeps it in a Tupperware and after chucking it into his refrigerator, Jae Joong resides to his couch where his nest lay aspread. 

 

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He's been studying the third roll of negatives he's excavated when Jae Joong stands up straight. His spine produces a few cracks. He groans but it was nothing a few light punches to the area of mention couldn't heal. Jae Joong lifts up the second roll and brings it up to his lamp where he scrutinized pictures 17 to 20. He remembers taking the picture. The silhouette of the elderly couple could visibly be seen. Jae Joong feels melancholic all of a sudden as he lowers the sheet and thinks of his family back home. 

He looks around and thinks back on so many things. He thought of all those reasons for migrating to Japan, separating himself from them, their support, their company. All for what? One man? 

Jae Joong wished there was more than a nagging father of a friend he could turn to. Someone that perhaps who could understand him better, and not judge him. Maybe... Maybe it was time he-

DING! DONG!

Jae Joong's whole body whirled around towards the sound of his doorbell ringing. His eyebrows furrow as he searches his vicinity for the wall clock. The time had read midnight. He hadn't recalled ordering any food. He had aplenty stored. Slowly, he approached the door. He blinked eyes before straining his pupil to train on the eyehole that allowed him the advantage of sneaking a glance at who stood in front of his door. 

Seeing that some drenched teenager stood by his doorstep only deepened the crease between his forehead. He left it. He waited. The teen rung the doorbell yet again, this time, instead of twice, it rung and buzzed more intensely and urgently than the few times prior. That was when Jae Joong knew, this boy meant business. And so, hesitantly, he pulled the door open, grateful to his forgetfulness that he left the latch on. 

"...Yes?" Jae Joong greeted guardedly. 

"Are you Kim Jae Joong?" the boy asked. Under his dark bangs and slightly tanned skin, Jae Joong found himself squinting at the degree the boy's clothes was completely spoiled. Had he been standing under the rain? "Hello?" he jostles Jae Joong back to his consciousness. 

"Y-Yes," Jae Joong gulps. "Who are you?" 

"My name's Kim Jong In," he introduced, and his deep, dark eyes bore holes through Jae Joong's soul as he stared him down, almost vehemently. 

So, he's Korean too. But... what was his business here?

"And...?" Jae Joong offered to the introduction. 

The teen clenched his jaw as well as his fists. He looks around, sighs and drops his shoulders. He grips the duffel strap slung across his shoulder and grits unwillingly, the horrifying truth and reason behind his very presence at the bachelor's front door. 

"I'm ... your half-brother." 

 

 

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Let me just say that this is just so raw. I wrote all of this on a whim. 
Don't mind some certain misuse of words. As well as some spelling/grammar mistakes.
It's just so... unedited, don't go blind.

Sorry. I just felt like writing it out.

P.S. This was written on the spot. I didn't copy paste it.