Shihaisareru yubisaki made
Kuruoshi hodo shibirete
Atama no naka kowarete yuku
Watashi wa ima naze doko
Me no mae kara hikari ga kie
Towa no nemuri shi demo
“Kazuya!” His mother flung her arms around his neck, holding tight squeezing his air out of his lungs – between press conference, PV – planning and a lot of coffee drinking he had managed to turn up here of all places but he smiled as he felt those comforting arms around him.
“Jin, Jin my baby…” She throws herself against him, pinching his cheek.
“You’re taking care of my baby, don’t you?”
Kame giggles softly and Jin’s eyes huffs at him – and no matter how cute it is to watch his boyfriend getting scold by his mother, he didn’t feel sorry for him.
“You two must be hungry, come in.” She invites them in, and Kazuya feels this warm feeling settle inside him – the warm feeling, home, warmth and love and Jin smiles at him and there’s food waiting the smell of homemade food – his mother’s cooking. He refills a glass of water to chase away the thirst.
“You must be hungry, you barely eat anything longer my child…”
Kazuya smiles bitterly as another warm presence made itself know – and Kazuya met those warm eyes, that held a gentle spirit and the love for his child.
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That gentle tapping against her window, made her frown, it was raining the heaven had open pouring down its sorrow as she saw a dark silhouette outside. She opens the door and met a pair of frantic eyes and a drenched Jin as hurls invites him in.
“Are you out of your mind?” She asks as she walks up to a cupboard trying to locate a towel.
Jin chuckles, feeling the shivers finally made itself known in his current state as his body finally seemed too caught up with him.
“Maybe I am…”
“Baka, what if-“
“I’m fine; just give me the damn towel…” He mutters as Kazuya starts to dry his hair in slow gentle strokes as she mutters something under her breath and Jin closes his eyes – remembering why he was here and he opens his eyes, meting those brown gentle eyes of the woman he loved – fate, he called it.
“Come with me.”
“What?”
“Come with me, please Kazuya.”
Kazuya quaver her lips – still drying that hair and part of Jin’s cheek that seems a bit flushed.
“You know I can’t.”
“Who says you can’t?” Jin asks gently, looking at her as he places his arms around her neck, hanging on like she was his lifeline in this world when she stood in the way in his path – a wall was still there, needed to be broken.
Kazuya sighs.
“Come with me…”
Their lips met – and he had the answer.
Tomo ni kizamu haritachi ni
Oku no hou wo kamishimete
Zutto zutto samenu yo ni
Mune ni te wo ate negau
Ai wo...
“Are you sure you’re okay, you look a bit pale…”
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Picture of You
RomanceA void memory he clungs to, a secret to behold he can't really crasp it, but its there within his reach. Kazuya is searching after the key to his past. His worried band mates thinks he's overworked. But can Jin lend a helping hand?
