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Jin let the door of the apartment close and lock behind him, leaning against it with a grunt. He hurt, all over, even in places he didn’t know could hurt. There was soft music floating throughout the apartment, something low and crooning. He bent over and unlaced his boots, throwing them next to the shoe rack to worry about later. He pulled the tie out of his hair and shook it lose, letting it fall down his back. He started to pull at the layers he was wearing, dragging his feet towards the source of the music. As he approached the smell of eggs frying met him, and his stomach gave an enthusiastic rumble.
He leaned against the doorframe leading into the kitchen, watching as Erron pulled a skillet out of the oven. He poked at what was inside (probably biscuits) and hummed in satisfaction, setting the skillet on an empty burner. He turned his attention back to the eggs, using a spatula to flip them.
“Mornin’ Junior.”
Jin smiled and padded into the kitchen, pressing his chest to Erron’s back and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Is it?”
Erron chuckled and put his hands over Jin’s. “Mhm. They had you out late.” He turned around in his arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Breakfast will be ready soon.”
Jin hummed and pressed his forehead against Erron’s. The music was still playing in the background, and Erron began to rock them slowly back and forth.
“Would you go with me, if we rolled down streets of fire. Would you hold onto me tighter, as the summer sun got higher. If we roll from town to town, and never shut it down.”
Erron was singing along, breath tickling Jin’s ear. Jin melted, letting Erron move him, laughing softly as he was spun and then picked up, Erron setting him down on the counter next to the stove. He continued singing as he opened the fridge door and retrieved a jug of grape juice, pouring some into a glass and handing it to Jin. He set the jug on the table and went back to the eggs, flipping them once more and turning the burner off. He got two plates from the cabinet and plated the eggs, putting some biscuits and homemade berry jam on the plates as well.
Jin followed quietly to the table, letting Erron pull out a chair for him and watching the gunslinger set down the plates, moving back to the stove and searching the drawers next to it for silverware. Jin refilled his glass, having already drained the first one, and watched Erron bring the silverware and his mug of coffee over to the table. He pressed a kiss to Jin’s forehead as he set the silverware down, taking his spot on the opposite side of the small table and digging in. Jin ate much slower, the effort of chewing almost for his exhaustion to handle. He caught himself nodding off twice, once with his face almost in the eggs.
Erron took their plates once they were done, leaving them in the sink for later. Jin stood slowly, swaying a bit on his feet, fighting to keep his eyes open. Erron wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
“Think you can shower?”
Jin shook his head, leaning heavily on the Texan. Erron guided him into the bedroom, helping him strip off the layers of his clothes and put on a pair of sweatpants. Jin collapsed onto the bed and sighed, curling against Erron’s chest when he lay down beside him. He was still singing, though the music was to quiet to hear from downstairs, and Jin fell asleep to the sound of a heartbeat and a crooning voice.