fic for asinful
Title: Creating New Memories
Rating: PG-13
Threesome: Jin/Kame/Yamapi
Summary: Things are never the same as they were, but Jin wants to make them the way that they should be.
Warnings: (fl)angst
Notes: Thanks very much to my lovely betas. ♥ I hope you enjoy this, asinful.
Jin remembers his life in three parts: before he left, while he was gone, and after he came back. He wants to find the fourth part, the part where everything makes sense again.
I.
The beach is deserted except for the two of them. “Race you,” Jin calls, taking off towards the water, stripping off his shirt as he runs.
Kame is only a step behind him, amusement crinkling around his eyes. Jin thinks that someone else might not notice it, but he knows Kame better than anyone.
He splashes Kame, his eyes glued to the spot on Kame’s neck where the droplets of water meet together and fall to his collarbone. Jin wonders what is happening to him because he suddenly can’t keep his eyes off Kame.
He doesn’t know why he feels like Kame is looking anywhere but at him.
Yamapi arrives then, all wide smiles and bright eyes. Jin laughs because it’s Pi, and everything always makes sense when Pi’s there.
Yamapi follows them into the water, diving around and making a splash so big that it drenches both of them once more. Kame laughs, and splashes Yamapi back.
“Let’s have a drink,” Jin suggests, heading back towards the beach. He can feel Kame and Yamapi at his back, whispering things to one another that he can’t quite make out.
The bottle is half-covered with sand as they pass it between them. Jin feels a haze covering his eyes, and he thinks that he could stay like this forever.
II.
Jin sees his friends everywhere he looks in America. They aren’t there, and he spends half his time pretending not to miss them and the other half missing them so desperately that he wonders if he can’t just go back.
He never thinks of that for more than a moment before he tells himself that he’s better off here.
His English is getting better, he thinks, and even if people laugh when he says things, he knows he’s making sense. Yamapi would understand everything that he said, but Yamapi isn’t there to hear him.
The thing Jin misses the most is laughing until his sides hurt. He never does that here, and he feels as if he’s growing up against his will.
He wonders if Yamapi and Kame still meet at the beach every Sunday night, or if they stopped after he left.
A part of him hopes that they sit in the sand and drink until they pass out; that’s the part he likes to listen to the most.
III.
Going home was bittersweet but beautiful.
He went to the park with Yamapi the day after he came home. He was worried that it would be awkward, worried that they wouldn’t know how to talk to each other any more.
It was perfect. Yamapi smacked him on the back and then pulled him into a great hug.
“Bakanishi,” he murmured, amused, and Jin hit him on the head in happiness.
“Let’s eat,” he said.
“Yakitori,” Yamapi agrees.
They ordered half the menu from the restaurant nearby and sat on the grass at the park while eating it.
“What did you learn in America?” Yamapi asks, his mouth a little full, yakitori sauce on the far left side of his lip.
Jin has to look away. “Girls,” he says, in English.
Yamapi understands and laughs. Jin hasn’t learned much about girls except that they are all soft angles where they shouldn’t be.
“It’s Sunday,” Yamapi says, and Jin looks at him blankly even though he knows exactly what he’s talking about.
They go to the beach that night and it’s almost exactly like it was before, but Kame never shows up.
It’s four more days before Jin sees Kame again, and when he does, Kame won’t speak to him.
Jin tries; he was sure he saw Kame’s eyes light up when he walked in the door.
“Hi,” he says, and moves to sit down beside Kame. “What are you working on?”
Kame is staring intently at a piece of paper in front of him. He doesn’t respond to Jin’s question, and Jin isn’t sure how to get him to.
He just wants Kame to look at him; he thinks that if he would just look at him, everything would be all right.
Kame stands up and walks over to Nakamaru without looking back. Jin wonders when they stopped being friends and turned into this.
He follows Kame because he can’t quite help himself and attempts a joke that falls flat. Kame and Nakamaru stare at him and then at each other before they return to whatever they were talking about.
Jin decides he doesn’t care and finds Ueda adjusting his shirt backstage. “Hey,” he says, and Ueda glances at him and smiles. Jin thinks that at least some people are happy he’s back, even if they aren’t the right people.
It takes six months before Kame looks Jin in the face again and really looks at him. Jin is so surprised the first time he does it that he forgets to speak. By the time he remembers, Kame is gone.
It isn’t long after that when Jin corners Kame in the back of a dressing room. “It’s Sunday,” he says.
Kame doesn’t pretend like he doesn’t know what Jin is referring to. “I’m busy,” Kame says. “I have an early morning.”
Jin looks at Kame and smiles because he’s still the same person he always was; he’s just a little more distant and a lot less interested in Jin.
“Please come,” he says, and leaves it at that. He can feel Kame’s eyes on him as he walks out of the room, and it takes everything he has in him to not look back.
IV.
“Let’s make sand angels,” Jin says, and without waiting for a response, he grabs Yamapi and pushes him down so that he’s flat on his back.
They spread their arms and legs backwards and forwards, laughing as they attempt to carve their image into the sand.
Jin feels a presence at his other side, and when he looks over, Kame is there.
Kame doesn’t say anything; he simply settles down beside him and makes his own angel in the sand.
They end up in a tangle of arms and legs and Jin doesn’t know where Kame begins or Yamapi ends. He feels a mouth on his, and he kisses back hungrily. He didn’t realize how long he had been waiting for this, for them.
Jin smiles against Kame’s mouth, his hand finding Yamapi’s waist and pulling him forward to meet them. He doesn’t know what will happen next, but doesn’t think he needs to.
All he knows is that everything makes sense again.
Rating: PG-13
Threesome: Jin/Kame/Yamapi
Summary: Things are never the same as they were, but Jin wants to make them the way that they should be.
Warnings: (fl)angst
Notes: Thanks very much to my lovely betas. ♥ I hope you enjoy this, asinful.
Jin remembers his life in three parts: before he left, while he was gone, and after he came back. He wants to find the fourth part, the part where everything makes sense again.
I.
The beach is deserted except for the two of them. “Race you,” Jin calls, taking off towards the water, stripping off his shirt as he runs.
Kame is only a step behind him, amusement crinkling around his eyes. Jin thinks that someone else might not notice it, but he knows Kame better than anyone.
He splashes Kame, his eyes glued to the spot on Kame’s neck where the droplets of water meet together and fall to his collarbone. Jin wonders what is happening to him because he suddenly can’t keep his eyes off Kame.
He doesn’t know why he feels like Kame is looking anywhere but at him.
Yamapi arrives then, all wide smiles and bright eyes. Jin laughs because it’s Pi, and everything always makes sense when Pi’s there.
Yamapi follows them into the water, diving around and making a splash so big that it drenches both of them once more. Kame laughs, and splashes Yamapi back.
“Let’s have a drink,” Jin suggests, heading back towards the beach. He can feel Kame and Yamapi at his back, whispering things to one another that he can’t quite make out.
The bottle is half-covered with sand as they pass it between them. Jin feels a haze covering his eyes, and he thinks that he could stay like this forever.
II.
Jin sees his friends everywhere he looks in America. They aren’t there, and he spends half his time pretending not to miss them and the other half missing them so desperately that he wonders if he can’t just go back.
He never thinks of that for more than a moment before he tells himself that he’s better off here.
His English is getting better, he thinks, and even if people laugh when he says things, he knows he’s making sense. Yamapi would understand everything that he said, but Yamapi isn’t there to hear him.
The thing Jin misses the most is laughing until his sides hurt. He never does that here, and he feels as if he’s growing up against his will.
He wonders if Yamapi and Kame still meet at the beach every Sunday night, or if they stopped after he left.
A part of him hopes that they sit in the sand and drink until they pass out; that’s the part he likes to listen to the most.
III.
Going home was bittersweet but beautiful.
He went to the park with Yamapi the day after he came home. He was worried that it would be awkward, worried that they wouldn’t know how to talk to each other any more.
It was perfect. Yamapi smacked him on the back and then pulled him into a great hug.
“Bakanishi,” he murmured, amused, and Jin hit him on the head in happiness.
“Let’s eat,” he said.
“Yakitori,” Yamapi agrees.
They ordered half the menu from the restaurant nearby and sat on the grass at the park while eating it.
“What did you learn in America?” Yamapi asks, his mouth a little full, yakitori sauce on the far left side of his lip.
Jin has to look away. “Girls,” he says, in English.
Yamapi understands and laughs. Jin hasn’t learned much about girls except that they are all soft angles where they shouldn’t be.
“It’s Sunday,” Yamapi says, and Jin looks at him blankly even though he knows exactly what he’s talking about.
They go to the beach that night and it’s almost exactly like it was before, but Kame never shows up.
It’s four more days before Jin sees Kame again, and when he does, Kame won’t speak to him.
Jin tries; he was sure he saw Kame’s eyes light up when he walked in the door.
“Hi,” he says, and moves to sit down beside Kame. “What are you working on?”
Kame is staring intently at a piece of paper in front of him. He doesn’t respond to Jin’s question, and Jin isn’t sure how to get him to.
He just wants Kame to look at him; he thinks that if he would just look at him, everything would be all right.
Kame stands up and walks over to Nakamaru without looking back. Jin wonders when they stopped being friends and turned into this.
He follows Kame because he can’t quite help himself and attempts a joke that falls flat. Kame and Nakamaru stare at him and then at each other before they return to whatever they were talking about.
Jin decides he doesn’t care and finds Ueda adjusting his shirt backstage. “Hey,” he says, and Ueda glances at him and smiles. Jin thinks that at least some people are happy he’s back, even if they aren’t the right people.
It takes six months before Kame looks Jin in the face again and really looks at him. Jin is so surprised the first time he does it that he forgets to speak. By the time he remembers, Kame is gone.
It isn’t long after that when Jin corners Kame in the back of a dressing room. “It’s Sunday,” he says.
Kame doesn’t pretend like he doesn’t know what Jin is referring to. “I’m busy,” Kame says. “I have an early morning.”
Jin looks at Kame and smiles because he’s still the same person he always was; he’s just a little more distant and a lot less interested in Jin.
“Please come,” he says, and leaves it at that. He can feel Kame’s eyes on him as he walks out of the room, and it takes everything he has in him to not look back.
IV.
“Let’s make sand angels,” Jin says, and without waiting for a response, he grabs Yamapi and pushes him down so that he’s flat on his back.
They spread their arms and legs backwards and forwards, laughing as they attempt to carve their image into the sand.
Jin feels a presence at his other side, and when he looks over, Kame is there.
Kame doesn’t say anything; he simply settles down beside him and makes his own angel in the sand.
They end up in a tangle of arms and legs and Jin doesn’t know where Kame begins or Yamapi ends. He feels a mouth on his, and he kisses back hungrily. He didn’t realize how long he had been waiting for this, for them.
Jin smiles against Kame’s mouth, his hand finding Yamapi’s waist and pulling him forward to meet them. He doesn’t know what will happen next, but doesn’t think he needs to.
All he knows is that everything makes sense again.