[FIC] IT'S JUST YOU AND ME
title: it's just you and me
fandom/pairing: kat-tun/jinkame
rating: pg-13
word count: 1096
notes: came to life because of this thread, so this is all for you
ika_rasu. jin and kame are brothers living together while they go to college, incest-y desires are brought to life. i'm lying about the rating, nothing exciting happens here. just a decent amount of angst and kame calling jin "JIN-NII (that sounds cute to me okay. : | )" also don't ask me why it got so long.
that was a bit tl;dr so to summarize: AKAME. INCEST. IGNORE IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING.
no beta, no own.
--
Today, Jin brought home a girl. It was the sixth girl he’s brought back to their place since they started college, which was four weeks ago. Kame doesn’t bat an eyelash at the newcomer. He’s used to them; mini skirts and skimpy shirts that showed a lot of skin, soft voices made for giggling, perfect faces that showed perfect smiles when he looked at them. Kame thought Jin had awful taste, but Jin was his brother and he decided that if he can put up with anyone, it would be Jin.
“Is he your brother?” the unknown girl would coo, and Kame would lower his gaze to hide his contempt. Sometimes they would pinch his cheeks, or ruffle his hair. During these, Kame resists the urge to remind all of them that he was eighteen years old, and no longer a child.
“Yeah, leave him alone, he doesn’t like it when people do that,” Jin would pull the girl’s hand away, and Kame would smile to himself. Jin would tell Kame that he was going to entertain his guest so this was Kame’s cue to make himself scarce.
Kame wasn’t a young, naïve boy. He knew what Jin meant when he said he was going to entertain.
--
“Why don’t you find yourself a nice girl too, Kazu?”
Kame hated this topic the most. He hated that Jin brought it up often. Did Jin want Kame out of his way that much? And while they were having such a great dinner too.
“I don’t want to,”
“Why not? Isn’t there a girl in class you like?”
“There’s none. And I don’t need you to lecture me about relationships, Mister I-change-my-girlfriend-every-week,”
“I don’t change my girlfriend every week!” Jin replied defiantly, brandishing his fork around.
“Oh I’m sorry, every other week,” Kame sneered.
Jin punched Kame’s arm-not too light, but not too hard either-but he was smiling. There was no way Kame can stop himself from smiling once Jin smiled. As revenge, Kame kicked Jin’s foot, and Jin kicked back. They spend dinners like that, usually.
--
The clock read twelve midnight, and Kame just finished typing his report due the next day. He glanced at the door, which was left unlocked, in case Jin forgot his key again. In an effort to distract himself of his brother’s lateness, Kame proofread his report, read it from top to bottom and then reread to make sure. The entire paper was ten pages, but even by the time Kame was sure it was flawless, Jin still hasn’t come home.
Dragging his feet to the couch, Kame slumped on it, peeking from his bangs to check if the door has opened yet. Jin was supposed to come home several hours ago. They were supposed to have dinner together-Kame’s turn to cook this time; he planned on making steak-and afterwards watch mindless shows on television. He sighs once, and then twice, before closing his eyes and giving in to sleep.
--
“Good morning, oniichan!”
Jin blinked back at him, his shirt gone and his sweatpants put on backwards. In front of him, Kame held a spoon, looking at him with a sneaky smile. At the sight of his younger brother with that look, Jin scrambled and took a seat in his bed, only to realize he was in Kame’s room.
“Good morning, Kazu,” Jin smiled sweetly. “I… well… what’s for breakfast?”
“Stop coming home drunk, you idiot.” came the swift lecture, accompanied by a smack on the head. “I should be thankful that you didn’t bring a girl to my room. But still, don’t come home drunk.”
“You keep saying that, but all I hear is this annoying buzzing in my head.”
“Serves you right,” Kame stuck out his tongue and hummed a soft song as he went outside.
Jin rubbed his head and collapsed against the sheets.
--
“I don’t want a girlfriend,”
Jin nagged him more frequently now. He kept coming home late, disappearing to some place Kame doesn’t know of and when he wasn’t doing that, he was out with some girl on some date. Kame felt like he couldn’t stomach anymore. He has come to the conclusion that he didn’t like seeing his brother with girls, and as for himself, he didn’t want a girlfriend either. He and Jin were doing just fine until all these complications showed up. Kame wanted them to go away.
“Why don’t you want one?”
“I just don’t, okay.”
“Is it because you’re scared?”
“I have nothing to be scared of.”
“Do you think you aren’t ready?”
“I don’t need to answer that,”
“Do you have someone else in mind?”
There was a pause before Kame sputtered unknown words for a reply.
“So that’s it, you like someone else!” Jin thought this was something to rejoice about, so he put his arm around Kame and grinned at him. “Who is she? What’s she like?”
“Nobody you need to know,” taking Jin’s hand off his shoulder, Kame sulked back to his class. Jin sighed, watching him walk away. The intercom announcing about some event happening was drowned by the noise of the students coming in and out of the classrooms. Jin sighed once more, placing his hands in his pockets and walked off.
--
Lately, Kame has been immersing himself in baseball. He tried out for the varsity team without telling Jin, and the coach loved him. Official results would come out in a few days, so Kame would keep it a secret until then. Maybe if he disappeared because of baseball, Jin wouldn’t mind. Kame was sure that his older brother just wanted him out of the way; nothing else was logical.
In the meantime, Kame spent less time at home as possible. Since that talk about girlfriends with his brother, he felt like he didn’t want to see Jin right now. He’ll just feel that aching in his chest again, and he didn’t want that. In the morning, he went to class as usual-sometimes actually listening, sometimes not-and in the afternoon, he went to the library to study or out with friends for drinks.
It’s been almost a week since he and Jin shared dinner together, and Kame wondered if Jin missed it. Because a tiny part of him-a teeny tiny part that’s almost not even there except that it is-does.
--
New varsity players would need to report to the coach immediately. Kame stared hard at this sentence, then at his printed name on the white sheet of paper. There were only two passers out of all the people who tried out. The more Kame looked at it, the more his heart swelled with joy. He threw a grin at his friend, some guy named Nakamaru who Kame loved to tease now and again, and when Nakamaru grinned back, Kame felt like throwing him in the air. Nakamaru refused to be thrown in the air, so Kame settled for skipping all the way home. He had to tell Jin about this. He’ll be really happy for him.
“Jin-nii, I have something to tell you!”
Kame’s voice died in his throat, as he saw Jin and yet another unknown girl on the couch. The girl’s shirt has risen way past the point of decency, and her arms were on Jin’s neck and they don’t look like they’ll be letting go anytime soon. Jin quickly pulled away from the stranger the moment he realized that it was Kame by the door.
“Kazu, I thought you were coming home late today. I-This is-W-welcome home,” Jin didn’t dare meet his eyes then. Kame thought so. All the happiness he felt rising up in him suddenly disappeared, and he was left with an empty feeling that he didn’t want to name. Jin’s eyes were downcast, looking at the floor; Kame was looking at the wall opposite the couch.
“Sorry to have disturbed you,” though Kame didn’t sound sorry at all. He spun on his heel and walked out, ignoring Jin’s calls. Kame didn’t come home that night. It was the first time he slept on a bed that wasn’t his-or Jin’s.
--
They meet the day after; Jin was walking back to the cafeteria and Kame was going to his class. Their eyes meet reluctantly, and Kame steeled himself for the inevitable aching again. Jin was looking pretty broken at the moment too, in fact, he looked like he hasn’t gotten any sleep.
“We need to talk,”
“I’m going to be late.”
“You liar, your class starts an hour from now.”
“You can’t make me.”
“I can’t.” Jin said softly. “But I really wish you’d come and so we can finally settle this,”
Kame followed him.
--
“I’m sorry,” were Jin’s first words. He took Kame behind stairs, since it was quiet there. Kame felt awkward, being alone with his brother. It was weird since he’d always felt comfortable around Jin.
“You don’t need to apologize,” Kame told him, his voice not containing any emotion.
“I shouldn’t have let you walk away without an explanation,”
“I’m not some kid anymore, Jin. I know what you do when I’m not around and there’s nothing wrong with that. You don’t need to apologize for it at all.”
“You were hurt,” Kame hated how Jin said that with such certainty; while Jin’s brown, brown eyes stared back at his. “I should have chased after you, but you were hurt and I don’t know why you were hurt. I was confused and I panicked, so I stayed. I’m apologizing for that.”
“I wasn’t-”
“You can’t lie to me, Kazuya.”
“W-well, so what if I’m hurt?” Kame burst, his fists clenching. “What do you care?”
“You’re my brother.” Jin’s hand rested lightly on Kame’s shoulder. Kame threw his brother a cautious look.
“It’s not as if doing any of this will ease the pain so just go-”
Using the hand on Kame’s shoulder, Jin pulled the younger boy forward and kissed him lightly on his forehead. Kame looked up, shocked and confused, so Jin did it again.
“I like you, Kazu.” Jin told him, in such a clear voice that Kame felt like crying. “I like you a lot, for a really long time now.”
Kame wrapped his arms around Jin’s waist, clutching at Jin’s shirt and burying his face in the crook of his neck. He smiled; he smiled for the first time since that stupid girlfriend talk. Kame held Jin tighter and smiled so wide. Jin allowed himself to smile too, while repeating the words Kame wanted him to say over and over again.
--end
fandom/pairing: kat-tun/jinkame
rating: pg-13
word count: 1096
notes: came to life because of this thread, so this is all for you
ika_rasu. jin and kame are brothers living together while they go to college, incest-y desires are brought to life. i'm lying about the rating, nothing exciting happens here. just a decent amount of angst and kame calling jin "JIN-NII (that sounds cute to me okay. : | )" also don't ask me why it got so long.
that was a bit tl;dr so to summarize: AKAME. INCEST. IGNORE IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING.
no beta, no own.
--
Today, Jin brought home a girl. It was the sixth girl he’s brought back to their place since they started college, which was four weeks ago. Kame doesn’t bat an eyelash at the newcomer. He’s used to them; mini skirts and skimpy shirts that showed a lot of skin, soft voices made for giggling, perfect faces that showed perfect smiles when he looked at them. Kame thought Jin had awful taste, but Jin was his brother and he decided that if he can put up with anyone, it would be Jin.
“Is he your brother?” the unknown girl would coo, and Kame would lower his gaze to hide his contempt. Sometimes they would pinch his cheeks, or ruffle his hair. During these, Kame resists the urge to remind all of them that he was eighteen years old, and no longer a child.
“Yeah, leave him alone, he doesn’t like it when people do that,” Jin would pull the girl’s hand away, and Kame would smile to himself. Jin would tell Kame that he was going to entertain his guest so this was Kame’s cue to make himself scarce.
Kame wasn’t a young, naïve boy. He knew what Jin meant when he said he was going to entertain.
--
“Why don’t you find yourself a nice girl too, Kazu?”
Kame hated this topic the most. He hated that Jin brought it up often. Did Jin want Kame out of his way that much? And while they were having such a great dinner too.
“I don’t want to,”
“Why not? Isn’t there a girl in class you like?”
“There’s none. And I don’t need you to lecture me about relationships, Mister I-change-my-girlfriend-every-week,”
“I don’t change my girlfriend every week!” Jin replied defiantly, brandishing his fork around.
“Oh I’m sorry, every other week,” Kame sneered.
Jin punched Kame’s arm-not too light, but not too hard either-but he was smiling. There was no way Kame can stop himself from smiling once Jin smiled. As revenge, Kame kicked Jin’s foot, and Jin kicked back. They spend dinners like that, usually.
--
The clock read twelve midnight, and Kame just finished typing his report due the next day. He glanced at the door, which was left unlocked, in case Jin forgot his key again. In an effort to distract himself of his brother’s lateness, Kame proofread his report, read it from top to bottom and then reread to make sure. The entire paper was ten pages, but even by the time Kame was sure it was flawless, Jin still hasn’t come home.
Dragging his feet to the couch, Kame slumped on it, peeking from his bangs to check if the door has opened yet. Jin was supposed to come home several hours ago. They were supposed to have dinner together-Kame’s turn to cook this time; he planned on making steak-and afterwards watch mindless shows on television. He sighs once, and then twice, before closing his eyes and giving in to sleep.
--
“Good morning, oniichan!”
Jin blinked back at him, his shirt gone and his sweatpants put on backwards. In front of him, Kame held a spoon, looking at him with a sneaky smile. At the sight of his younger brother with that look, Jin scrambled and took a seat in his bed, only to realize he was in Kame’s room.
“Good morning, Kazu,” Jin smiled sweetly. “I… well… what’s for breakfast?”
“Stop coming home drunk, you idiot.” came the swift lecture, accompanied by a smack on the head. “I should be thankful that you didn’t bring a girl to my room. But still, don’t come home drunk.”
“You keep saying that, but all I hear is this annoying buzzing in my head.”
“Serves you right,” Kame stuck out his tongue and hummed a soft song as he went outside.
Jin rubbed his head and collapsed against the sheets.
--
“I don’t want a girlfriend,”
Jin nagged him more frequently now. He kept coming home late, disappearing to some place Kame doesn’t know of and when he wasn’t doing that, he was out with some girl on some date. Kame felt like he couldn’t stomach anymore. He has come to the conclusion that he didn’t like seeing his brother with girls, and as for himself, he didn’t want a girlfriend either. He and Jin were doing just fine until all these complications showed up. Kame wanted them to go away.
“Why don’t you want one?”
“I just don’t, okay.”
“Is it because you’re scared?”
“I have nothing to be scared of.”
“Do you think you aren’t ready?”
“I don’t need to answer that,”
“Do you have someone else in mind?”
There was a pause before Kame sputtered unknown words for a reply.
“So that’s it, you like someone else!” Jin thought this was something to rejoice about, so he put his arm around Kame and grinned at him. “Who is she? What’s she like?”
“Nobody you need to know,” taking Jin’s hand off his shoulder, Kame sulked back to his class. Jin sighed, watching him walk away. The intercom announcing about some event happening was drowned by the noise of the students coming in and out of the classrooms. Jin sighed once more, placing his hands in his pockets and walked off.
--
Lately, Kame has been immersing himself in baseball. He tried out for the varsity team without telling Jin, and the coach loved him. Official results would come out in a few days, so Kame would keep it a secret until then. Maybe if he disappeared because of baseball, Jin wouldn’t mind. Kame was sure that his older brother just wanted him out of the way; nothing else was logical.
In the meantime, Kame spent less time at home as possible. Since that talk about girlfriends with his brother, he felt like he didn’t want to see Jin right now. He’ll just feel that aching in his chest again, and he didn’t want that. In the morning, he went to class as usual-sometimes actually listening, sometimes not-and in the afternoon, he went to the library to study or out with friends for drinks.
It’s been almost a week since he and Jin shared dinner together, and Kame wondered if Jin missed it. Because a tiny part of him-a teeny tiny part that’s almost not even there except that it is-does.
--
New varsity players would need to report to the coach immediately. Kame stared hard at this sentence, then at his printed name on the white sheet of paper. There were only two passers out of all the people who tried out. The more Kame looked at it, the more his heart swelled with joy. He threw a grin at his friend, some guy named Nakamaru who Kame loved to tease now and again, and when Nakamaru grinned back, Kame felt like throwing him in the air. Nakamaru refused to be thrown in the air, so Kame settled for skipping all the way home. He had to tell Jin about this. He’ll be really happy for him.
“Jin-nii, I have something to tell you!”
Kame’s voice died in his throat, as he saw Jin and yet another unknown girl on the couch. The girl’s shirt has risen way past the point of decency, and her arms were on Jin’s neck and they don’t look like they’ll be letting go anytime soon. Jin quickly pulled away from the stranger the moment he realized that it was Kame by the door.
“Kazu, I thought you were coming home late today. I-This is-W-welcome home,” Jin didn’t dare meet his eyes then. Kame thought so. All the happiness he felt rising up in him suddenly disappeared, and he was left with an empty feeling that he didn’t want to name. Jin’s eyes were downcast, looking at the floor; Kame was looking at the wall opposite the couch.
“Sorry to have disturbed you,” though Kame didn’t sound sorry at all. He spun on his heel and walked out, ignoring Jin’s calls. Kame didn’t come home that night. It was the first time he slept on a bed that wasn’t his-or Jin’s.
--
They meet the day after; Jin was walking back to the cafeteria and Kame was going to his class. Their eyes meet reluctantly, and Kame steeled himself for the inevitable aching again. Jin was looking pretty broken at the moment too, in fact, he looked like he hasn’t gotten any sleep.
“We need to talk,”
“I’m going to be late.”
“You liar, your class starts an hour from now.”
“You can’t make me.”
“I can’t.” Jin said softly. “But I really wish you’d come and so we can finally settle this,”
Kame followed him.
--
“I’m sorry,” were Jin’s first words. He took Kame behind stairs, since it was quiet there. Kame felt awkward, being alone with his brother. It was weird since he’d always felt comfortable around Jin.
“You don’t need to apologize,” Kame told him, his voice not containing any emotion.
“I shouldn’t have let you walk away without an explanation,”
“I’m not some kid anymore, Jin. I know what you do when I’m not around and there’s nothing wrong with that. You don’t need to apologize for it at all.”
“You were hurt,” Kame hated how Jin said that with such certainty; while Jin’s brown, brown eyes stared back at his. “I should have chased after you, but you were hurt and I don’t know why you were hurt. I was confused and I panicked, so I stayed. I’m apologizing for that.”
“I wasn’t-”
“You can’t lie to me, Kazuya.”
“W-well, so what if I’m hurt?” Kame burst, his fists clenching. “What do you care?”
“You’re my brother.” Jin’s hand rested lightly on Kame’s shoulder. Kame threw his brother a cautious look.
“It’s not as if doing any of this will ease the pain so just go-”
Using the hand on Kame’s shoulder, Jin pulled the younger boy forward and kissed him lightly on his forehead. Kame looked up, shocked and confused, so Jin did it again.
“I like you, Kazu.” Jin told him, in such a clear voice that Kame felt like crying. “I like you a lot, for a really long time now.”
Kame wrapped his arms around Jin’s waist, clutching at Jin’s shirt and burying his face in the crook of his neck. He smiled; he smiled for the first time since that stupid girlfriend talk. Kame held Jin tighter and smiled so wide. Jin allowed himself to smile too, while repeating the words Kame wanted him to say over and over again.
--end