fic for goldfreckled
Title: Just as It Is
By: reiicharu
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya, jokingly Kamenashi/Yamashita (i.e Shuji/Akira)
Word count: 2,056
Rating: PG13
Genre/Warnings: Ambiguous romantic fluff
Notes: goldfreckled I. I. I. was so nervous, what to write for you. But here it is, I'm glad to have written for you ♥♥♥
Summary: Jin wants to know things, things about both Kame and himself which means Kame has to play along.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Jin insists. “Something, anything, I want to hear it.”
It gets a laugh out of Kame-it always does whenever they talk (discuss, play, which is it?); it’s infuriating how Kame can be so uptight at work but on stage, behind the curtains his smile is bright.
Brighter than summer, Jin used to say. He still says it but not to Kame’s face. Jin doesn’t give Kame the satisfaction of being perfect but the day Kame knows that people thinks he’s perfect (okay, more perfect than people like to say he is), then the world would just implode from the amount of Kamenashi-self-love at the Kamenashi-Shrine-of-Greatness.
“Something you don’t know, Akanishi,” Kame mocks. “That’s a lot. Are you sure you have the time to hear the massive volumes of things you don’t know?”
“Something about you, stupid,” Jin shoots back.
Kame smirks, the smug bastard. “I kissed Yamashita on his graduation.”
“You hated Pi back then,” Jin exclaims, smacking Kame with the cushion. “How could you kiss him on his graduation when you two spent half your time beating each other up in parks?”
“University graduation,” Kame retorts. “I kissed him on his graduation.”
Jin corners Yamapi when they’re in the gym together and wrapping their hands to punch a sandbag around-Pi for the sake of keeping fit, Jin because he wants to look threatening when he asks his best friend if he really did get kissed by Kame.
Of course, Yamapi just stares blankly.
“Kame?” he asks, incredulous. “I kissed him when we filmed Nobuta.”
He trips over. “What?” Jin splutters, floor muffling his voice. “You kissed him? Not Kame kissed you?”
“I can’t remember.”
“What do you mean you can’t remember?” Jin screams into the floor.
Yamapi stares. As he does.
“So Pi and Kamenashi kissed, what’s your problem?” Ryo grumbles.
“They didn’t tell me,” Jin snaps as he stirs the curry. “The point is that they didn’t tell me.”
“Most people would be angry that they kissed in the first place. And didn’t share the evidence.”
“There’s evidence? Show me!”
They fight over the remote because Kame wants to watch a Giants reruns and Jin wants to see a foreign movie (read: fast cars, lots of swearing and gorgeous girls).
Jin wins, on the basis that he dumps himself in Kame’s lap and starts touching him inappropriately, which involves pulling on Kame’s hair and ears and poking him in the ribcage.
“You never told me why you were cooking curry,” Kame says halfway through the film. “Or how you burnt it.”
“I turned my back and then it died on me.”
“You mean you and Nishikido left the room, destroyed our dinner and that’s why we’re eating takeaway with caramel corn,” Kame translates loosely. “How is it that you’re a grown man who can’t survive on his own?”
“Why didn’t you tell you kissed Pi?” Jin demands. “I want the photographs.”
“Tell me something about you. Something I don’t know.”
Jin sits rather awkwardly. “LA Part One or Return of the LA?”
“Either or, I’m not very picky.”
That’s the biggest lie Jin’s ever heard. “You know how when we were kids, your bike suddenly stopped working and you had to take the bus home with me everyday for a few weeks?”
“Yes,” Kame says warily, not really liking where this is going. “What about it?” he asks.
Jin flinches, just a bit, because the way Kame’s looking at him is as though Kame thinks he’s a criminal. But it’s Kame, Jin reasons. Kame looks at manila folders that way. “I kinda might have uh, rigged your bike. Somehow. I asked Ryo-chan to help me. Just so we could go home together after dance practise.”
“Jin, I suggest you take the food, hide and hope I’m feeling lenient.”
“Great idea.”
Taguchi calls Jin, pathetically sniffing over the other end. “Kame-chan is sounding very violent.”
“Uh…”
“As in, he’s threatening harm on us if we ever cut the brakes of his car,” Taguchi says frantically.
“Kame can be crazy,” Jin replies weakly, wondering how exactly did Kame change from that shy boy to a workaholic psycho.
“We should make this a regular thing,” Jin suggests.
Kame gives him a plain look that translates to: ‘Akanishi, I don’t want any part of this and even if you and I are very close-which is not the point-I don’t want to listen to your mind boggling ideas that aren’t so brilliant because you never think before you speak’.
Jin’s very fluent in ‘101 Facial Expressions of Kamenashi Kazuya-even if only about four of them exist’.
“It’ll be fun,” Jin insists with a voice that could colour rainbows, except not really because he’s sort of trying to avoid Kame with the spatula. “What are you cooking?”
“Eggs.”
“Oh.”
“Do you not like eggs?”
“Kame, don’t point the spatula like that. It scares me.”
“Jin, haunted houses scare you. A bird that lands on your car’s side mirror scares you.”
Jin glares at Kame, ignoring his obvious insults to Jin’s clearly superior manliness. “But, seriously. We’ve known each other for twelve-”
“Thirteen.”
“-Years and I had no idea that you kissed Pi. On his graduation. Or during your ~special~ unit days.”
Kame raises an eyebrow, i.e The ‘See this face? This is my I’m not very impressed but your babbling will suffice to amuse me until I’ve found something better to busy myself with so go on’ face.
“So my point is,” Jin continues slowly, because Kame with a spatula can be rather dangerous (the Nakamaru-Ueda Uses Kame’s Kitchen and Somehow Destroying the Counter incident is one to be referenced), “we should try and know more things about each other. And talk. I hear it’s good for you.”
“You want us to talk.”
“Yes.”
“About our feelings.”
“About ourselves,” Jin corrects.
“This is not your therapy session with Nishikido and Yamashita,” Kame mutters before serving up the fried eggs and opening up the rice cooker. “This is ridiculous. I am not your therapist. I am not paid to put up with this.”
“You were!”
“Then you went to America.”
“You see, we should talk about this,” Jin encourages with a smirk because Kame looks like he’s about to hurl the plate at his head. Although, Jin knows that Kame won’t do that because those plates were expensive and a house warming gift from Takki and god forbid they break anything Takki’s given them.
“Jin, this is not America-Has-Taken-Away-Important-People-From-Me Anonymous.”
He pesters Kame all the way to the living room where Kame reads something about the new KAT-TUN album from a thick file and Jin tries to write lyrics. He tries to write a metaphorical song about a turtle that’s too afraid to swim west and he’s almost at the bridge when Kame somehow ‘accidentally’ spills his evening coffee over Jin’s notepad.
“So I heard you and Kame attempted couples counselling,” Nakamaru says when Jin drops by to pester KAT-TUN (and borrow a hair iron because Pi’s stolen his). “How’s that going?”
“Horrible,” Jin says flatly. “He destroyed my arte.”
“Those were lyrics?” Kame says from a corner where he’s reading some not so fascinating book on samurai and the trending homoerotism between them during the Edo period. “I never have guessed.”
Jin sniffs, ignoring Kame in favour of brandishing his destroyed notepad in Ueda’s face. “Look at it. Ruined. Look.”
“Jin, put that disgusting notebook any closer, you’ll get it shoved up where the sun does not shine,” Ueda snaps waspishly.
So when Jin does manage to corner Kame during a coffee break (and in Jin’s case, his quick rush from choreography to composing which goes from one end of the Jimusho to the other), Kame just rolls his eyes.
“It’s your turn now.”
“Wait, what?”
Oddly enough, he doesn’t hear from Kame for a bit.
“Did Kame disappear?” Jin demands over the phone to Koki.
“Huh? He’s right here, next to me,” Koki replies in total confusion.
“Well, tell him to tell me something.”
“I’m not your messenger boy and Kame’s giving me this weird look because you’re on speaker phone.”
“Kame, if you’re looking at Koki with that serious expression and the brows furrowed and your mouth pouting like you think I have no right to demand things, then I’m hanging up.” An awkward pause. “I mean it.”
Koki clears his throat. “Can I have my phone back or do you two want to take this to a room?”
Jin curls up next to Pi on the couch, ignoring how Ryo says something about being the world’s number one sofa spud. “He’s not talking to me now,” Jin rants because he doesn’t deserve to be ignored, even if Kame probably is working and Jin should be working but they’re friends (more than friends) and it’s not fair damnit. “Why isn’t he talking to me?”
“Is this about Kame?” Ryo sighs. “Why do we even bother hanging out with you anymore?”
“Because you love me.”
Oh. Right. So that’s why.
He ends up cycling to Kame’s house on Pi’s ancient bike, ignoring how it’s three am in the morning and the old lady next to Kame’s apartment gives him the most disgruntled look like Jin’s become a public disturbance for hammering on Kame’s door, then ringing the doorbell and yelling, “KAMEKAMEKAMEKAMEKAME,” over and over again.
When Kame does answer the door, Jin glares.
“Unfair. And you skipped your turn. It’s your turn, then my turn. It’s not fair if you tell me something and I have to tell you two things,” Jin accuses. “And that’s not really the point. I didn’t cycle here for that.”
“Really,” Kame drawls, letting Jin into the apartment. “I assume you cycled here for a reason then when you could have just driven over.”
“I was scared you cut my brakes,” Jin retorts sarcastically.
Kame doesn’t even bother hiding his amusement (see? See, the expressions are really that limited). “I’m not that diabolical, Jin. I might be amazing, but I’m certainly not going to waste my time trying to sabotage you.”
“I didn’t mean to sabotage your bike, I just wanted to spend time with you,” Jin blurts out in complete frustration-it’s true but he didn’t really need to say it. And he certainly doesn’t want to see that smirk on Kame’s face because Jin doesn’t like it when Kame has the expression of ‘Hah, so there you go, I clearly win over you and now you must admit my fabulousness even if Jin is so much better and Kame should fall into his arms and-’
“Jin, you’re spacing out.
“Oh, right. The point is that you need to tell me things as well,” Jin insists.
“Like what?” Kame prompts, even if he is smiling. Laughing, as well.
“Like…” Jin tries to find something, pulling a topic out of the air. “Like, that time when you decided to grow your hair. Why did you want to grow your hair? You were better dorky.”
Kame snorts, shaking his head slowly. “Sometimes I wonder why we even have these conversations.”
No, seriously, now Kame’s just being stupid, Jin thinks furiously when he grabs Kame by the shoulders and looks him right in the eyes. “Kame, I want you to tell me something. Something that I know but you haven’t said to me in a really, long time.” Oh, wait. “And this isn’t allowed to be about me leaving all my stuff at your place because it’s more convenient that way and-”
“Jin, if you want me to say ‘I love you’, you only have to say it to me first.”
Jin glares because Kame’s a sneaky bastard like that. “You know, sometimes this is what annoys me. You don’t say things out right. You say them, you avoid them but you can’t say them to me. So if you say it, right now to me, then I’ll say it back.”
“I love you, Jin. Now can I shut my door before any crazy stalkers come rampaging into my apartment in order to take scandalous photos of our not so secret relationship?”
Kame’s waiting for Jin in the Jimusho lobby after work the next day.
“Tell me something about us.”
And Jin does. Three words, eight letters. And that’s all.
By: reiicharu
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya, jokingly Kamenashi/Yamashita (i.e Shuji/Akira)
Word count: 2,056
Rating: PG13
Genre/Warnings: Ambiguous romantic fluff
Notes: goldfreckled I. I. I. was so nervous, what to write for you. But here it is, I'm glad to have written for you ♥♥♥
Summary: Jin wants to know things, things about both Kame and himself which means Kame has to play along.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Jin insists. “Something, anything, I want to hear it.”
It gets a laugh out of Kame-it always does whenever they talk (discuss, play, which is it?); it’s infuriating how Kame can be so uptight at work but on stage, behind the curtains his smile is bright.
Brighter than summer, Jin used to say. He still says it but not to Kame’s face. Jin doesn’t give Kame the satisfaction of being perfect but the day Kame knows that people thinks he’s perfect (okay, more perfect than people like to say he is), then the world would just implode from the amount of Kamenashi-self-love at the Kamenashi-Shrine-of-Greatness.
“Something you don’t know, Akanishi,” Kame mocks. “That’s a lot. Are you sure you have the time to hear the massive volumes of things you don’t know?”
“Something about you, stupid,” Jin shoots back.
Kame smirks, the smug bastard. “I kissed Yamashita on his graduation.”
“You hated Pi back then,” Jin exclaims, smacking Kame with the cushion. “How could you kiss him on his graduation when you two spent half your time beating each other up in parks?”
“University graduation,” Kame retorts. “I kissed him on his graduation.”
Jin corners Yamapi when they’re in the gym together and wrapping their hands to punch a sandbag around-Pi for the sake of keeping fit, Jin because he wants to look threatening when he asks his best friend if he really did get kissed by Kame.
Of course, Yamapi just stares blankly.
“Kame?” he asks, incredulous. “I kissed him when we filmed Nobuta.”
He trips over. “What?” Jin splutters, floor muffling his voice. “You kissed him? Not Kame kissed you?”
“I can’t remember.”
“What do you mean you can’t remember?” Jin screams into the floor.
Yamapi stares. As he does.
“So Pi and Kamenashi kissed, what’s your problem?” Ryo grumbles.
“They didn’t tell me,” Jin snaps as he stirs the curry. “The point is that they didn’t tell me.”
“Most people would be angry that they kissed in the first place. And didn’t share the evidence.”
“There’s evidence? Show me!”
They fight over the remote because Kame wants to watch a Giants reruns and Jin wants to see a foreign movie (read: fast cars, lots of swearing and gorgeous girls).
Jin wins, on the basis that he dumps himself in Kame’s lap and starts touching him inappropriately, which involves pulling on Kame’s hair and ears and poking him in the ribcage.
“You never told me why you were cooking curry,” Kame says halfway through the film. “Or how you burnt it.”
“I turned my back and then it died on me.”
“You mean you and Nishikido left the room, destroyed our dinner and that’s why we’re eating takeaway with caramel corn,” Kame translates loosely. “How is it that you’re a grown man who can’t survive on his own?”
“Why didn’t you tell you kissed Pi?” Jin demands. “I want the photographs.”
“Tell me something about you. Something I don’t know.”
Jin sits rather awkwardly. “LA Part One or Return of the LA?”
“Either or, I’m not very picky.”
That’s the biggest lie Jin’s ever heard. “You know how when we were kids, your bike suddenly stopped working and you had to take the bus home with me everyday for a few weeks?”
“Yes,” Kame says warily, not really liking where this is going. “What about it?” he asks.
Jin flinches, just a bit, because the way Kame’s looking at him is as though Kame thinks he’s a criminal. But it’s Kame, Jin reasons. Kame looks at manila folders that way. “I kinda might have uh, rigged your bike. Somehow. I asked Ryo-chan to help me. Just so we could go home together after dance practise.”
“Jin, I suggest you take the food, hide and hope I’m feeling lenient.”
“Great idea.”
Taguchi calls Jin, pathetically sniffing over the other end. “Kame-chan is sounding very violent.”
“Uh…”
“As in, he’s threatening harm on us if we ever cut the brakes of his car,” Taguchi says frantically.
“Kame can be crazy,” Jin replies weakly, wondering how exactly did Kame change from that shy boy to a workaholic psycho.
“We should make this a regular thing,” Jin suggests.
Kame gives him a plain look that translates to: ‘Akanishi, I don’t want any part of this and even if you and I are very close-which is not the point-I don’t want to listen to your mind boggling ideas that aren’t so brilliant because you never think before you speak’.
Jin’s very fluent in ‘101 Facial Expressions of Kamenashi Kazuya-even if only about four of them exist’.
“It’ll be fun,” Jin insists with a voice that could colour rainbows, except not really because he’s sort of trying to avoid Kame with the spatula. “What are you cooking?”
“Eggs.”
“Oh.”
“Do you not like eggs?”
“Kame, don’t point the spatula like that. It scares me.”
“Jin, haunted houses scare you. A bird that lands on your car’s side mirror scares you.”
Jin glares at Kame, ignoring his obvious insults to Jin’s clearly superior manliness. “But, seriously. We’ve known each other for twelve-”
“Thirteen.”
“-Years and I had no idea that you kissed Pi. On his graduation. Or during your ~special~ unit days.”
Kame raises an eyebrow, i.e The ‘See this face? This is my I’m not very impressed but your babbling will suffice to amuse me until I’ve found something better to busy myself with so go on’ face.
“So my point is,” Jin continues slowly, because Kame with a spatula can be rather dangerous (the Nakamaru-Ueda Uses Kame’s Kitchen and Somehow Destroying the Counter incident is one to be referenced), “we should try and know more things about each other. And talk. I hear it’s good for you.”
“You want us to talk.”
“Yes.”
“About our feelings.”
“About ourselves,” Jin corrects.
“This is not your therapy session with Nishikido and Yamashita,” Kame mutters before serving up the fried eggs and opening up the rice cooker. “This is ridiculous. I am not your therapist. I am not paid to put up with this.”
“You were!”
“Then you went to America.”
“You see, we should talk about this,” Jin encourages with a smirk because Kame looks like he’s about to hurl the plate at his head. Although, Jin knows that Kame won’t do that because those plates were expensive and a house warming gift from Takki and god forbid they break anything Takki’s given them.
“Jin, this is not America-Has-Taken-Away-Important-People-From-Me Anonymous.”
He pesters Kame all the way to the living room where Kame reads something about the new KAT-TUN album from a thick file and Jin tries to write lyrics. He tries to write a metaphorical song about a turtle that’s too afraid to swim west and he’s almost at the bridge when Kame somehow ‘accidentally’ spills his evening coffee over Jin’s notepad.
“So I heard you and Kame attempted couples counselling,” Nakamaru says when Jin drops by to pester KAT-TUN (and borrow a hair iron because Pi’s stolen his). “How’s that going?”
“Horrible,” Jin says flatly. “He destroyed my arte.”
“Those were lyrics?” Kame says from a corner where he’s reading some not so fascinating book on samurai and the trending homoerotism between them during the Edo period. “I never have guessed.”
Jin sniffs, ignoring Kame in favour of brandishing his destroyed notepad in Ueda’s face. “Look at it. Ruined. Look.”
“Jin, put that disgusting notebook any closer, you’ll get it shoved up where the sun does not shine,” Ueda snaps waspishly.
So when Jin does manage to corner Kame during a coffee break (and in Jin’s case, his quick rush from choreography to composing which goes from one end of the Jimusho to the other), Kame just rolls his eyes.
“It’s your turn now.”
“Wait, what?”
Oddly enough, he doesn’t hear from Kame for a bit.
“Did Kame disappear?” Jin demands over the phone to Koki.
“Huh? He’s right here, next to me,” Koki replies in total confusion.
“Well, tell him to tell me something.”
“I’m not your messenger boy and Kame’s giving me this weird look because you’re on speaker phone.”
“Kame, if you’re looking at Koki with that serious expression and the brows furrowed and your mouth pouting like you think I have no right to demand things, then I’m hanging up.” An awkward pause. “I mean it.”
Koki clears his throat. “Can I have my phone back or do you two want to take this to a room?”
Jin curls up next to Pi on the couch, ignoring how Ryo says something about being the world’s number one sofa spud. “He’s not talking to me now,” Jin rants because he doesn’t deserve to be ignored, even if Kame probably is working and Jin should be working but they’re friends (more than friends) and it’s not fair damnit. “Why isn’t he talking to me?”
“Is this about Kame?” Ryo sighs. “Why do we even bother hanging out with you anymore?”
“Because you love me.”
Oh. Right. So that’s why.
He ends up cycling to Kame’s house on Pi’s ancient bike, ignoring how it’s three am in the morning and the old lady next to Kame’s apartment gives him the most disgruntled look like Jin’s become a public disturbance for hammering on Kame’s door, then ringing the doorbell and yelling, “KAMEKAMEKAMEKAMEKAME,” over and over again.
When Kame does answer the door, Jin glares.
“Unfair. And you skipped your turn. It’s your turn, then my turn. It’s not fair if you tell me something and I have to tell you two things,” Jin accuses. “And that’s not really the point. I didn’t cycle here for that.”
“Really,” Kame drawls, letting Jin into the apartment. “I assume you cycled here for a reason then when you could have just driven over.”
“I was scared you cut my brakes,” Jin retorts sarcastically.
Kame doesn’t even bother hiding his amusement (see? See, the expressions are really that limited). “I’m not that diabolical, Jin. I might be amazing, but I’m certainly not going to waste my time trying to sabotage you.”
“I didn’t mean to sabotage your bike, I just wanted to spend time with you,” Jin blurts out in complete frustration-it’s true but he didn’t really need to say it. And he certainly doesn’t want to see that smirk on Kame’s face because Jin doesn’t like it when Kame has the expression of ‘Hah, so there you go, I clearly win over you and now you must admit my fabulousness even if Jin is so much better and Kame should fall into his arms and-’
“Jin, you’re spacing out.
“Oh, right. The point is that you need to tell me things as well,” Jin insists.
“Like what?” Kame prompts, even if he is smiling. Laughing, as well.
“Like…” Jin tries to find something, pulling a topic out of the air. “Like, that time when you decided to grow your hair. Why did you want to grow your hair? You were better dorky.”
Kame snorts, shaking his head slowly. “Sometimes I wonder why we even have these conversations.”
No, seriously, now Kame’s just being stupid, Jin thinks furiously when he grabs Kame by the shoulders and looks him right in the eyes. “Kame, I want you to tell me something. Something that I know but you haven’t said to me in a really, long time.” Oh, wait. “And this isn’t allowed to be about me leaving all my stuff at your place because it’s more convenient that way and-”
“Jin, if you want me to say ‘I love you’, you only have to say it to me first.”
Jin glares because Kame’s a sneaky bastard like that. “You know, sometimes this is what annoys me. You don’t say things out right. You say them, you avoid them but you can’t say them to me. So if you say it, right now to me, then I’ll say it back.”
“I love you, Jin. Now can I shut my door before any crazy stalkers come rampaging into my apartment in order to take scandalous photos of our not so secret relationship?”
Kame’s waiting for Jin in the Jimusho lobby after work the next day.
“Tell me something about us.”
And Jin does. Three words, eight letters. And that’s all.