[FIC] Proof
Title: PROOF
Fandom/Pairing: KAT-TUN/JinKame
Rating: PG-13
Kame usually has self-control over alcohol. There are only a handful of times when he genuinely got drunk and the rest of the time, he’s drinking for social purposes. Tonight though, was one of the rare nights that Kame got drunk, and it so happens that he is with Jin during this.
“I’d really appreciate it if you stop getting me to pick you up after you get drunk,” Jin half-lectured, half-whined to Kame about this, as they trudge up to Kame’s place with Kame’s arm around Jin’s shoulder.
“’S not my fault. I didn’t want them to call you,” Kame slurred. Them pertaining to Kame’s drinking buddies. Jin didn’t think he knew them, much less would get along well with them but for some reason, they always call him to pick up Kame after their drinking sessions.
It was true that at some point, Jin considered this troublesome, but what Kame said sent a little pang of hurt through him still.
They reach Kame’s door with a bit of difficulty, as Kame kept tripping over everything. Jin reaches for the key in Kame’s pocket and opens the door for his drunk friend. The younger man stumbles in, flicking the light switch on along the way. When he trips yet again (over his slippers, this time), Jin assists him to the couch.
“I’ll go get some band-aids for the bruises that potted plant gave you,” was what Jin said after Kame was seated on the couch. Kame wasn’t looking at him and instead was looking at the floor, so Jin considered it safe to let his gaze linger longer than expected at other’s black head.
Kame’s bathroom was no puzzle for Jin. He knows the room-and everything in Kame’s place, really-like the back of his hand. In a way, Kame hasn’t changed at all. He was still the same hardworking Kame, the same perfectionist Kame, the same naïve Kame that Jin knew so well. This was extremely comforting, especially when Jin sees Kame like this-doing things he didn’t usually do before-he’s reminded that the Kame he knows is still here.
Jin shakes these thoughts away and grabs the box of band-aids before heading out.
The first thing that Jin notices was that something was cooking, literally. A sharp smell of garlic filled the air, and faint sounds of something cooking in oil were heard. The next thing he saw as Kame donning a pink apron (where did that come from?) and was fussing over the stove.
“Kame?” Jin called out tentatively.
“Ah. I’m making something to eat, wait a minute,” Kame replied in an extremely happy voice that Jin only heard when Kame was trying to act cute. Or when he wanted Jin to do something. “It’s your favorite so you just sit and wait.”
A part of Jin wanted Kame to stop. This was ridiculous. He was drunk. Did he even have any idea what he was doing? What if he accidentally set the place on fire? (Jin reminds himself to stop, drop and roll. Also, Kame was quite light so getting him out of the place should it burn wouldn’t be quite tedious.) Yet, a part of Jin wants to now what will happen. Recently, he and Kame seemed like eons apart and this gesture Kame was doing makes Jin feel like they can bridge that gap.
He lets Kame do as he pleases.
--
Kame manages fine, to Jin’s surprise, save for the one or two times that his hands slipped. He looked sober while cooking, concentrating on a dish like that. But Jin knew that a sober Kame would never do this for him-not in the past and especially not now. Kame was never the type to offer to cook for anybody. Jin waits patiently in his seat, time and again peering at the kitchen to check up on the other. They would have small talk-“You like it a bit spicy, don’t you?”-but other than that, sounds of making contact with the hot pan, things getting chopped and things under running water were the ones that filled the silence.
“Here you go,” Kame smiled proudly as he placed his dish in front of Jin.
Jin looks at it, which was his favorite back when he was young, and then he smiles awkwardly at Kame. He didn’t know what to say, really.
“Itadakimasu,” Jin said before tasting some. The flavor was still the same one he remembered from years back, yet Jin felt like he was eating this dish for the first time. The dish tasted like his youth, like innocence, like passion, like bitterness, like Kame.
Kame. What did Kame taste like? Does Jin even remember?
“It’s delicious,”
“Hee~ Thank you,” an embarrassed Kame rocked back and forth on his heels, and it was only then did Jin remember that this guy was drunk. “I tried to make it as you liked it. I’m glad.”
Kame remembered that?
After that, the next thing that Jin realized was that he stood up, placed a hand on the back of Kame’s head and brought Kame against him. They stayed like that for a couple of moments, choosing to bask in the silence’s warmth rather than using crude words that might ruin the moment.
“I missed you. So much,” Jin said anyway, muttering the words roughly, pressing his cheek against Kame’s hair.
“I missed you too, more than you’ll ever know,”
And at that moment, Kame sounded far from drunk. He actually sounded like he meant it. Jin smiled against his hair.
--fin
Fandom/Pairing: KAT-TUN/JinKame
Rating: PG-13
Kame usually has self-control over alcohol. There are only a handful of times when he genuinely got drunk and the rest of the time, he’s drinking for social purposes. Tonight though, was one of the rare nights that Kame got drunk, and it so happens that he is with Jin during this.
“I’d really appreciate it if you stop getting me to pick you up after you get drunk,” Jin half-lectured, half-whined to Kame about this, as they trudge up to Kame’s place with Kame’s arm around Jin’s shoulder.
“’S not my fault. I didn’t want them to call you,” Kame slurred. Them pertaining to Kame’s drinking buddies. Jin didn’t think he knew them, much less would get along well with them but for some reason, they always call him to pick up Kame after their drinking sessions.
It was true that at some point, Jin considered this troublesome, but what Kame said sent a little pang of hurt through him still.
They reach Kame’s door with a bit of difficulty, as Kame kept tripping over everything. Jin reaches for the key in Kame’s pocket and opens the door for his drunk friend. The younger man stumbles in, flicking the light switch on along the way. When he trips yet again (over his slippers, this time), Jin assists him to the couch.
“I’ll go get some band-aids for the bruises that potted plant gave you,” was what Jin said after Kame was seated on the couch. Kame wasn’t looking at him and instead was looking at the floor, so Jin considered it safe to let his gaze linger longer than expected at other’s black head.
Kame’s bathroom was no puzzle for Jin. He knows the room-and everything in Kame’s place, really-like the back of his hand. In a way, Kame hasn’t changed at all. He was still the same hardworking Kame, the same perfectionist Kame, the same naïve Kame that Jin knew so well. This was extremely comforting, especially when Jin sees Kame like this-doing things he didn’t usually do before-he’s reminded that the Kame he knows is still here.
Jin shakes these thoughts away and grabs the box of band-aids before heading out.
The first thing that Jin notices was that something was cooking, literally. A sharp smell of garlic filled the air, and faint sounds of something cooking in oil were heard. The next thing he saw as Kame donning a pink apron (where did that come from?) and was fussing over the stove.
“Kame?” Jin called out tentatively.
“Ah. I’m making something to eat, wait a minute,” Kame replied in an extremely happy voice that Jin only heard when Kame was trying to act cute. Or when he wanted Jin to do something. “It’s your favorite so you just sit and wait.”
A part of Jin wanted Kame to stop. This was ridiculous. He was drunk. Did he even have any idea what he was doing? What if he accidentally set the place on fire? (Jin reminds himself to stop, drop and roll. Also, Kame was quite light so getting him out of the place should it burn wouldn’t be quite tedious.) Yet, a part of Jin wants to now what will happen. Recently, he and Kame seemed like eons apart and this gesture Kame was doing makes Jin feel like they can bridge that gap.
He lets Kame do as he pleases.
--
Kame manages fine, to Jin’s surprise, save for the one or two times that his hands slipped. He looked sober while cooking, concentrating on a dish like that. But Jin knew that a sober Kame would never do this for him-not in the past and especially not now. Kame was never the type to offer to cook for anybody. Jin waits patiently in his seat, time and again peering at the kitchen to check up on the other. They would have small talk-“You like it a bit spicy, don’t you?”-but other than that, sounds of making contact with the hot pan, things getting chopped and things under running water were the ones that filled the silence.
“Here you go,” Kame smiled proudly as he placed his dish in front of Jin.
Jin looks at it, which was his favorite back when he was young, and then he smiles awkwardly at Kame. He didn’t know what to say, really.
“Itadakimasu,” Jin said before tasting some. The flavor was still the same one he remembered from years back, yet Jin felt like he was eating this dish for the first time. The dish tasted like his youth, like innocence, like passion, like bitterness, like Kame.
Kame. What did Kame taste like? Does Jin even remember?
“It’s delicious,”
“Hee~ Thank you,” an embarrassed Kame rocked back and forth on his heels, and it was only then did Jin remember that this guy was drunk. “I tried to make it as you liked it. I’m glad.”
Kame remembered that?
After that, the next thing that Jin realized was that he stood up, placed a hand on the back of Kame’s head and brought Kame against him. They stayed like that for a couple of moments, choosing to bask in the silence’s warmth rather than using crude words that might ruin the moment.
“I missed you. So much,” Jin said anyway, muttering the words roughly, pressing his cheek against Kame’s hair.
“I missed you too, more than you’ll ever know,”
And at that moment, Kame sounded far from drunk. He actually sounded like he meant it. Jin smiled against his hair.
--fin