Coming Home - Zikyung ft Taewoon

Forever Now (M)

        Jiho led the elder into his old house, dropping his bags automatically to run to his brother and hug him tightly, feeling his embrace for the first time in what seemed like years. Taewoon was in his own band, Speed, therefore their schedules didn't allow them to talk or see each other often. 

        "No fucking way, Park Kyung." The eldest smiled wide as he held out his arms, ready to take in the smallest's body. Kyung complied with a smile and walked to him, hugging his close. 

        "So nice to see you guys, holy shit!" Taewoon couldn't stop smiling, looking at the two people in the world he loved the most. 

        "This place looks the exact same." Kyung said as the three of them looked around the room, reminiscing on all the memories they had here as children. Kyung and  Jiho took their shoes and walked into the living room. Kyung smiled and watched the way the brothers hung on each other, the exact way the did when they were kids. 

        "Kyung, come here!" Jiho called, hunched over the dining table. "Your initials are still carved into the wood!" Jiho laughed, rubbing his fingers over the etched wood. 

        "No way!" He laughed as he made his way over to the table, looking down at his initials, still carved into his best friends table. 

        "I did this the first time I came over, and I remember your mom thought it was the funniest thing. She said 'and now you're here forever.'" Kyung smiled wide, remembering all the time he had hung out with Jiho before debut, before underground rapping. Jiho was what got Kyung into rapping, and then they started Block B.

        "Hyung, do we still have the pictures?" Jiho called to Taewoon who was now in his own bedroom, admiring all the things their mother had never taken off of the wall. 

        "Every single one." He replied with a weak smile. It was hard for him to look at all of the photos because he knew he would never get that life back. He was Jiseok back then. He changed his name to Taewoon when he became an idol. He would never again be Jiseok, he would forever remain Taewoon. 

        Jiho grabbed Kyung by the arm and pulled him into his own room, looking around at all the things that his mother had kept in place.

        "Jesus, my old bed. My blankets." Jiho's eyes wondered, never resting in one place for longer than a couple of seconds.

        "Your action figures." Kyung remarked, smirking as he pointed to a few action figures propped up on a shelf. 

       Jiho blushed, covering Kyung's eyes with his hand and slowly backing them out of the doorway, into the hall. "We don't need to talk about that." Jiho spoke. 

        At this moment, the youngest got a call. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw that it was the eldest member of Block B. He quickly put his phone back in his pocket and pretended to never see the call. This made Kyung smirk. 

        "What happened to being the leader?" Kyung licked his lips, raising an eyebrow. 

        "What? I'm sorry, I don't speak that language. You're going to have to try again later." The youngest teased, walking down the hallway back into the living room to plop on the couch. Shortly after planting a seat on the couch he decided it was time to discard his top, throwing it to the floor. He let out a sigh of releif and smiled. 

        "Hey, Jiho! I'm gonna go to the store.  Mom didn't leave jack shit for us to eat. Do you want anything?" Taewoon asked, coming out of his room, wallet in hand. He walked to the front door and put his shoes on, waiting for a reply.