Fic: The Way We Get By
Title: The Way We Get By
Fandom: KAT-TUN, NEWS
Word Count: 2,500+
Rating: PG
Summary: And Jin thought maybe it was okay to lie if it meant that Yamapi would give him that crooked smile; if it meant everything was going to be okay. [Jin/Yamapi]
Notes: Written for jeauexe for the je_holiday. Check out all the amazing fic there! And so much thanks to my housemate and everyone I subjected to reading this prior to sending it in!
He stood still in the midst of the evening rush, hidden amongst the shadows of towering skyscrapers, Jin felt very small as he watched people scurry around in the heart of Tokyo. People periodically glanced at their cell phones and watches, rushing off to meet with friends, go on dates, return home. No one cared who he was and no one spared him a second glance. He couldn't even see the sky that he knew existed somewhere beyond the pollution of lights. Some things just didn't change.
And some things did, because time never stood still. It had been five years, four months, and three days since Jin last saw him. It had been one week since he last spoke to him. Before then, he counted five years, three months, and twenty-six days.
In the middle of the plaza, right by the clock tower, he waited.
Jin spotted Yamapi before Yamapi spotted him, so he took the time to observe the other man. Jin shifted from one shoe to the other as he anxiously waited for Yamapi to notice him. But the moment Yamapi saw him, Jin felt an overwhelming desire to leave and it was all he could do to keep himself rooted to the ground. Instead, he shoved his hands in his coat pockets and played with his rental phone, trying his best to distract himself.
Yamapi stopped right in front of him, adorning aviators despite it the fact that it was night and a knit beanie just like he used to--still the very picture of an idol. When he took off his sunglasses Jin gave him a wary grin. "It's been a long time."
And then Yamapi punched him.
*
Sometimes, when Jin looked at the sky and saw thousands of stars twinkling back at him, he felt tiny and insignificant. Like an ant crawling between cracks on asphalt, trailing his fellow worker ants. As if he were part of some large plan but not important enough that it would be noticed if he went missing. His position was stationary and no matter now much time passed, he would still be a slave to the ant colony.
It'd been this way since he first entered Johnny's. He was a single person hidden amongst many trainees, and later, amongst juniors.
"What are you doing out here?"
Jin recognized Yamapi's voice anywhere.
"Thinking."
"About?"
"Stuff," Jin said vaguely.
"Reminiscing?"
Jin blinked. "How'd you know?
"Guessed," Yamapi shrugged, turning to gaze at the nearly black sky. "You know, I had a professor who once said that we're looking at the past when we look at the stars. The past and the present is not linear, but intermingled."
Tilting his head back to look at Yamapi, Jin curiously asked, "What do you mean?"
"It takes millions of years for light to travel depending on how far away somethng is, right?" Pointing at a dull scarlet dot in the sky, Yamapi continued, "Like that star. It could be dead by now, and what we're seeing is something that was once there. The past. But here we are, living in the present."
Jin let the words sink for a moment before he exclaimed, "What does the hell does that even mean?!"
"I don't know! I'm just regurgitating the crap he spewed!"
Jin gave Yamapi a look of disbelief and exaggerated disappointment.
"I can't believe you paid a university for that shit."
*
Sharp, shocking pain. It'd been so long since he'd been in a fight that Jin had forgotten what it felt like to be hit. He knew Yamapi wasn't going to be happy to see him, not after what happened. Of course, he hadn't expected Yamapi to hit him either.
Jin cradled his nose as blood dribbled to his lips.
"What the fuck?"
"Five years! Five years and not a single word! Not a phone call, or an email, or a letter, or anything! And then suddenly, you ring me up and ask me out to dinner?" Yamapi yelled, his voice shaking from fury. Jin had a feeling that the other man was refraining from punching him again. "What the fuck is up with that?!"
Passerbys stared, slowing down and rubbernecking. It was a little ironic that Yamapi was the one causing a scene. Jin wiped the blood on his face with the sleeve of his woolen coat, his eyes trained on Yamapi in case he decided to give into temptation and hit him again.
After a moment, when he was sure the bleeding stopped, Jin took a deep breath and swallowed his irritation, muttering, "Okay, I guess I deserved that."
Yamapi was still standoffish, but made a small sound of agreement.
"Would it help if I said I'm sorry?" Jin asked.
"No."
"Worth a try."
*
"What is this?" Yamapi asked, as he settle boxes of Chinese take out onto the empty half of the glass coffee table, right next to a six pack of beer and board with the world mapped on it.
"RISK," Jin ginned, sorting out the pieces onto appropriate countries.
"Board games?" was the question before Yamapi settled onto the carpet, eyeing the instructions as he opened their dinner.
"Just felt like it."
"Because we don't have video games in this era," Yamapi snickered, scrounging in the boxes for the mabo-tofu. "Sentimental much?"
Jin threw a yellow infantry at Yamapi's head, "It's old-school. Shut up!"
*
"You left," Yamapi said accusingly. Jin didn't want to look at him, couldn't bring himself to, so he opted for looking at the little bubbles in his beer float to the top of his mug, trying to think of something to say.
"I got married."
"I know," Yamapi said, his voice frigid. "Your mom told me. Funny how she still talks to me. Doesn't know I haven't talked to you in years, though. Wondered why I wasn't there for the wedding even."
"And I have kids," Jin continued as if he hadn't heard Yamapi, trying to keep the conversation lighthearted. "Two of them. A boy and a girl."
"Congratulations," Yamapi said, and Jin couldn't tell if Yamapi was happy for him or not.
"I'm cheating on my wife."
"You've always been an asshole."
"She's cheating on me."
"Good for her."
"I hate my life."
Five years in two minutes. Even he was surprised he had summarized it so quickly. Then again, he didn't really remember the last five years as anything but processed information. Aware of events, unable to recall the details. Time never really existed as it should have.
*
Under the haze of alcohol, and the adrenaline from dancing, he felt so uninhibited and alive. It was wonderful! Almost like being on stage, but so very different and just fantastic because he was hidden behind a veil of anonymity instead of being the fantasy his fans wanted him to be.
His pulse raced with the bass of the music, the pounding rhythm of drums, and everything was dark and bright, and dull and colorful. Technicolors. Jin laughed, happily, joyously and wishing for dear life that time would stop because he wouldn't mind this sort of lifestyle for eternity.
"What?" Yamapi hollered over the music, his eyes boring into Jin's.
A hundred things ran through his mind, like how the music kind of sucked but he still liked it, that he kind of wanted something to drink but more alcohol would probably not be the smartest idea, whether he remembered to feed Pin, if he turned off the stove before he left the house, but still, Jin smiled. "You know me best, right?"
Yamapi's grin turned mischievous; his hand intertwined with Jin's as he leaned close, barely a breath's away. "I'd like to think so."
"Good."
*
"So what's new with you? Married yet?" Jin asked, forcing the cheer into his tone. "How's your mom? And your sister?"
"Idols don't get married." Yamapi immediately said.
"Oh... right." They were so different now; time and experiences changing them. It was a little harder to relate. "I forgot about that."
"I'm aware."
There was another minute of silent eating, Jin glancing at Yamapi the whole time. Finally clearing his throat, he said, "Well... this isn't awkward at all."
Yamapi didn't respond, and Jin went back to picking at his food, his appetite gone.
"What do you want me to say?" Jin eventually asked, frustration evident when he tossed his chopsticks onto the table with a clatter. "Do you want me to apologize? To say that I'm a dick? What?"
Jin felt his voice die when Yamapi looked at him and said, "Why'd you call me out here?"
*
"A potato?"
"But I thought you'd like it better than flowers! Because, you know, it doesn't die... and it's tasty? And even though it's not pretty, it's still all special on the inside..." Yamapi trailed off, looking hopeful.
Jin stared, making another face, "Seriously? A potato? It's Christmas Eve; how is this romantic at all?"
Throwing his hands in the air, Yamapi shuffled to the kitchen and sighed, "Fine, I'll order flowers! You're such a girl. I'm keeping the potatoes though! And then I'll cook them and you won't get any!"
"Beer! Whatever happened to the days of courting with beer?" Jin shouted after Yamapi's retreating form.
*
"I... wanted to make things right again..."
"After five years? Do you have any idea how many times I tried contacting you? You didn't answer your emails, phone, anything."
"I'm sorry," Jin said at last, crumpling his already wrinkled napkin, and then smoothing it out again.
"You never even said good-bye," Yamapi said quietly. It wasn't an accusation, just a simple statement.
"I know." He couldn't bring himself to say goodbye, hadn't wanted to. Not to Yamapi. It was never supposed to be permanent; it was never supposed to be that long. Jin had intended to explain everything when he figured things out, but then things had happened. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
When Yamapi didn't say anything, Jin glanced at him trying to read him. Yamapi's tense features softened when he audibly sighed, "That's not fair. You know I can't stay mad if you actually apologize."
Jin couldn't help but beam hopefully. "So we're cool?"
"No, it means my anger has subsided and I can quash the desire to smash your face into the table," Yamapi said, not smiling like he would've years ago, but no longer scowling either.
"What? Really?"
"Don't sound so excited."
"But it's good! We have progress," Jin said cheerily, raising his half-full mug of beer at Yamapi. "Cheers!"
*
There was pounding; relentless, desperate pounding at his door. The kind that drove you mad and made you want to kill the person on the other side. It'd been going on for quite some time already. Jin couldn't understand why people didn't just leave him alone when he'd unplugged his phone and turned off his mobile.
"Jin!"
Yamapi. Of course they would send Yamapi to get him when something went wrong. It was always Yamapi, because Jin and Yamapi were each other's safety blankets. When Jin was being bratty and childish, send Yamapi.
But it was different this time--the scandal actually involved Yamapi. They couldn't just laugh it off as best friends hanging out, not when they had been caught with their hands on each other, lips pressed together until nothing separated them but the thin layer of their clothes.
"Jin!"
Oh hell, they were both in so much trouble.
"Jin, I know you're in there!"
They weren't supposed to do things like that. At least Yamapi wasn't supposed to do things like that; because he still had his reputation to maintain. Even if he did do stuff like that, he wasn't supposed to get caught, because Yamapi was Johnny's poster boy, the perfect role model for other idols. It was normal for Jin.
"Quit being an idiot and open the door right now!"
Except, this wasn't the life he wanted.
Because really, who said the Company had the right to dictate everything that they did? The media shouldn't have been able to control his life. It was ridiculous. None of the many external factors that existed should've influenced his actions; yet they did. Being aware of it and having little to no control was suffocating--he felt trapped. That was why he left the first time.
And he chose to come back because he thought he could handle it. He couldn't remember why he chose to come back anymore.
Jin buried his head in the crook of his arms and sighed shakily, "I'm beginning to think it's not worth it."
*
"You know," Yamapi's voice had grown serious, "If you wanted to break up, you should've just said so. You didn't have to leave."
"I--" Jin wanted to say that that wasn't why he left. He wanted to tell Yamapi that it was never about breaking up because Jin never wanted that at all. "I... I guess. I don't know; I wasn't thinking at the time."
That was a lie. He knew exactly what he was doing when he left.
"Yeah," Yamapi sighed long-sufferingly, giving Jin a look of reprimand. "But you never really do."
"That's true."
And Jin thought maybe it was okay to lie if it meant that Yamapi would give him that crooked smile; if it meant everything was going to be okay. So he nodded and pretended that it was a stupid, reckless, impulsive decision, because it was easier that way.
*
Jin woke to his cell phone blasting Rihanna at him and rolled over, automatically pressing the confirm button to turn off the alarm. He blinked at the white of the ceiling, feeling a bit unsettled. Afterimages of beer and tabloids and time flashed through his mind and he tried to string it together, to make sense of it.
"Morning," Yamapi greeted from the doorway, startling Jin. He wondered whether he should be surprised that the man was already dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, seemingly ready to take on the day. "What's with that serious look on your face? Still tired?"
"I just had this weird dream," Jin mumbled with a frown on his lips. He blinked, trying to clear the film from his eyes but the world remained unfocused.
When Jin didn't continue, Yamapi strolled to him and asked somewhat impatiently, "About?"
Jin thought about it, trying to recall specifics, but with each passing moment the images faded to the back of his consciousness. At last, he looked at Yamapi and shrugged. "I don't remember. I just remember dreaming."
He heard Yamapi hum and then a pillow hit him in the face.
"Hey," Jin sputtered, sitting up.
"Come on, get up. We have the whole day ahead of us! I want to go surfing!"
"What time is it?"
"Eight."
"Why do I live with you?" Jin groaned, turning over to bury himself in his blankets again.
But then the bed dipped and Yamapi leaned over him, grinning as if he had a secret weapon. "Because you love me." And then he kissed Jin on the corner of his mouth. "Come on. We don't have much time; traffic!"
Even though he knew it was true, Jin tried his best to scowl. He knew he was failing rather badly because Yamapi was laughing at him, the jerk. So he smacked the man with another pillow before conceding to roll out of bed.
Fandom: KAT-TUN, NEWS
Word Count: 2,500+
Rating: PG
Summary: And Jin thought maybe it was okay to lie if it meant that Yamapi would give him that crooked smile; if it meant everything was going to be okay. [Jin/Yamapi]
Notes: Written for jeauexe for the je_holiday. Check out all the amazing fic there! And so much thanks to my housemate and everyone I subjected to reading this prior to sending it in!
He stood still in the midst of the evening rush, hidden amongst the shadows of towering skyscrapers, Jin felt very small as he watched people scurry around in the heart of Tokyo. People periodically glanced at their cell phones and watches, rushing off to meet with friends, go on dates, return home. No one cared who he was and no one spared him a second glance. He couldn't even see the sky that he knew existed somewhere beyond the pollution of lights. Some things just didn't change.
And some things did, because time never stood still. It had been five years, four months, and three days since Jin last saw him. It had been one week since he last spoke to him. Before then, he counted five years, three months, and twenty-six days.
In the middle of the plaza, right by the clock tower, he waited.
Jin spotted Yamapi before Yamapi spotted him, so he took the time to observe the other man. Jin shifted from one shoe to the other as he anxiously waited for Yamapi to notice him. But the moment Yamapi saw him, Jin felt an overwhelming desire to leave and it was all he could do to keep himself rooted to the ground. Instead, he shoved his hands in his coat pockets and played with his rental phone, trying his best to distract himself.
Yamapi stopped right in front of him, adorning aviators despite it the fact that it was night and a knit beanie just like he used to--still the very picture of an idol. When he took off his sunglasses Jin gave him a wary grin. "It's been a long time."
And then Yamapi punched him.
*
Sometimes, when Jin looked at the sky and saw thousands of stars twinkling back at him, he felt tiny and insignificant. Like an ant crawling between cracks on asphalt, trailing his fellow worker ants. As if he were part of some large plan but not important enough that it would be noticed if he went missing. His position was stationary and no matter now much time passed, he would still be a slave to the ant colony.
It'd been this way since he first entered Johnny's. He was a single person hidden amongst many trainees, and later, amongst juniors.
"What are you doing out here?"
Jin recognized Yamapi's voice anywhere.
"Thinking."
"About?"
"Stuff," Jin said vaguely.
"Reminiscing?"
Jin blinked. "How'd you know?
"Guessed," Yamapi shrugged, turning to gaze at the nearly black sky. "You know, I had a professor who once said that we're looking at the past when we look at the stars. The past and the present is not linear, but intermingled."
Tilting his head back to look at Yamapi, Jin curiously asked, "What do you mean?"
"It takes millions of years for light to travel depending on how far away somethng is, right?" Pointing at a dull scarlet dot in the sky, Yamapi continued, "Like that star. It could be dead by now, and what we're seeing is something that was once there. The past. But here we are, living in the present."
Jin let the words sink for a moment before he exclaimed, "What does the hell does that even mean?!"
"I don't know! I'm just regurgitating the crap he spewed!"
Jin gave Yamapi a look of disbelief and exaggerated disappointment.
"I can't believe you paid a university for that shit."
*
Sharp, shocking pain. It'd been so long since he'd been in a fight that Jin had forgotten what it felt like to be hit. He knew Yamapi wasn't going to be happy to see him, not after what happened. Of course, he hadn't expected Yamapi to hit him either.
Jin cradled his nose as blood dribbled to his lips.
"What the fuck?"
"Five years! Five years and not a single word! Not a phone call, or an email, or a letter, or anything! And then suddenly, you ring me up and ask me out to dinner?" Yamapi yelled, his voice shaking from fury. Jin had a feeling that the other man was refraining from punching him again. "What the fuck is up with that?!"
Passerbys stared, slowing down and rubbernecking. It was a little ironic that Yamapi was the one causing a scene. Jin wiped the blood on his face with the sleeve of his woolen coat, his eyes trained on Yamapi in case he decided to give into temptation and hit him again.
After a moment, when he was sure the bleeding stopped, Jin took a deep breath and swallowed his irritation, muttering, "Okay, I guess I deserved that."
Yamapi was still standoffish, but made a small sound of agreement.
"Would it help if I said I'm sorry?" Jin asked.
"No."
"Worth a try."
*
"What is this?" Yamapi asked, as he settle boxes of Chinese take out onto the empty half of the glass coffee table, right next to a six pack of beer and board with the world mapped on it.
"RISK," Jin ginned, sorting out the pieces onto appropriate countries.
"Board games?" was the question before Yamapi settled onto the carpet, eyeing the instructions as he opened their dinner.
"Just felt like it."
"Because we don't have video games in this era," Yamapi snickered, scrounging in the boxes for the mabo-tofu. "Sentimental much?"
Jin threw a yellow infantry at Yamapi's head, "It's old-school. Shut up!"
*
"You left," Yamapi said accusingly. Jin didn't want to look at him, couldn't bring himself to, so he opted for looking at the little bubbles in his beer float to the top of his mug, trying to think of something to say.
"I got married."
"I know," Yamapi said, his voice frigid. "Your mom told me. Funny how she still talks to me. Doesn't know I haven't talked to you in years, though. Wondered why I wasn't there for the wedding even."
"And I have kids," Jin continued as if he hadn't heard Yamapi, trying to keep the conversation lighthearted. "Two of them. A boy and a girl."
"Congratulations," Yamapi said, and Jin couldn't tell if Yamapi was happy for him or not.
"I'm cheating on my wife."
"You've always been an asshole."
"She's cheating on me."
"Good for her."
"I hate my life."
Five years in two minutes. Even he was surprised he had summarized it so quickly. Then again, he didn't really remember the last five years as anything but processed information. Aware of events, unable to recall the details. Time never really existed as it should have.
*
Under the haze of alcohol, and the adrenaline from dancing, he felt so uninhibited and alive. It was wonderful! Almost like being on stage, but so very different and just fantastic because he was hidden behind a veil of anonymity instead of being the fantasy his fans wanted him to be.
His pulse raced with the bass of the music, the pounding rhythm of drums, and everything was dark and bright, and dull and colorful. Technicolors. Jin laughed, happily, joyously and wishing for dear life that time would stop because he wouldn't mind this sort of lifestyle for eternity.
"What?" Yamapi hollered over the music, his eyes boring into Jin's.
A hundred things ran through his mind, like how the music kind of sucked but he still liked it, that he kind of wanted something to drink but more alcohol would probably not be the smartest idea, whether he remembered to feed Pin, if he turned off the stove before he left the house, but still, Jin smiled. "You know me best, right?"
Yamapi's grin turned mischievous; his hand intertwined with Jin's as he leaned close, barely a breath's away. "I'd like to think so."
"Good."
*
"So what's new with you? Married yet?" Jin asked, forcing the cheer into his tone. "How's your mom? And your sister?"
"Idols don't get married." Yamapi immediately said.
"Oh... right." They were so different now; time and experiences changing them. It was a little harder to relate. "I forgot about that."
"I'm aware."
There was another minute of silent eating, Jin glancing at Yamapi the whole time. Finally clearing his throat, he said, "Well... this isn't awkward at all."
Yamapi didn't respond, and Jin went back to picking at his food, his appetite gone.
"What do you want me to say?" Jin eventually asked, frustration evident when he tossed his chopsticks onto the table with a clatter. "Do you want me to apologize? To say that I'm a dick? What?"
Jin felt his voice die when Yamapi looked at him and said, "Why'd you call me out here?"
*
"A potato?"
"But I thought you'd like it better than flowers! Because, you know, it doesn't die... and it's tasty? And even though it's not pretty, it's still all special on the inside..." Yamapi trailed off, looking hopeful.
Jin stared, making another face, "Seriously? A potato? It's Christmas Eve; how is this romantic at all?"
Throwing his hands in the air, Yamapi shuffled to the kitchen and sighed, "Fine, I'll order flowers! You're such a girl. I'm keeping the potatoes though! And then I'll cook them and you won't get any!"
"Beer! Whatever happened to the days of courting with beer?" Jin shouted after Yamapi's retreating form.
*
"I... wanted to make things right again..."
"After five years? Do you have any idea how many times I tried contacting you? You didn't answer your emails, phone, anything."
"I'm sorry," Jin said at last, crumpling his already wrinkled napkin, and then smoothing it out again.
"You never even said good-bye," Yamapi said quietly. It wasn't an accusation, just a simple statement.
"I know." He couldn't bring himself to say goodbye, hadn't wanted to. Not to Yamapi. It was never supposed to be permanent; it was never supposed to be that long. Jin had intended to explain everything when he figured things out, but then things had happened. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
When Yamapi didn't say anything, Jin glanced at him trying to read him. Yamapi's tense features softened when he audibly sighed, "That's not fair. You know I can't stay mad if you actually apologize."
Jin couldn't help but beam hopefully. "So we're cool?"
"No, it means my anger has subsided and I can quash the desire to smash your face into the table," Yamapi said, not smiling like he would've years ago, but no longer scowling either.
"What? Really?"
"Don't sound so excited."
"But it's good! We have progress," Jin said cheerily, raising his half-full mug of beer at Yamapi. "Cheers!"
*
There was pounding; relentless, desperate pounding at his door. The kind that drove you mad and made you want to kill the person on the other side. It'd been going on for quite some time already. Jin couldn't understand why people didn't just leave him alone when he'd unplugged his phone and turned off his mobile.
"Jin!"
Yamapi. Of course they would send Yamapi to get him when something went wrong. It was always Yamapi, because Jin and Yamapi were each other's safety blankets. When Jin was being bratty and childish, send Yamapi.
But it was different this time--the scandal actually involved Yamapi. They couldn't just laugh it off as best friends hanging out, not when they had been caught with their hands on each other, lips pressed together until nothing separated them but the thin layer of their clothes.
"Jin!"
Oh hell, they were both in so much trouble.
"Jin, I know you're in there!"
They weren't supposed to do things like that. At least Yamapi wasn't supposed to do things like that; because he still had his reputation to maintain. Even if he did do stuff like that, he wasn't supposed to get caught, because Yamapi was Johnny's poster boy, the perfect role model for other idols. It was normal for Jin.
"Quit being an idiot and open the door right now!"
Except, this wasn't the life he wanted.
Because really, who said the Company had the right to dictate everything that they did? The media shouldn't have been able to control his life. It was ridiculous. None of the many external factors that existed should've influenced his actions; yet they did. Being aware of it and having little to no control was suffocating--he felt trapped. That was why he left the first time.
And he chose to come back because he thought he could handle it. He couldn't remember why he chose to come back anymore.
Jin buried his head in the crook of his arms and sighed shakily, "I'm beginning to think it's not worth it."
*
"You know," Yamapi's voice had grown serious, "If you wanted to break up, you should've just said so. You didn't have to leave."
"I--" Jin wanted to say that that wasn't why he left. He wanted to tell Yamapi that it was never about breaking up because Jin never wanted that at all. "I... I guess. I don't know; I wasn't thinking at the time."
That was a lie. He knew exactly what he was doing when he left.
"Yeah," Yamapi sighed long-sufferingly, giving Jin a look of reprimand. "But you never really do."
"That's true."
And Jin thought maybe it was okay to lie if it meant that Yamapi would give him that crooked smile; if it meant everything was going to be okay. So he nodded and pretended that it was a stupid, reckless, impulsive decision, because it was easier that way.
*
Jin woke to his cell phone blasting Rihanna at him and rolled over, automatically pressing the confirm button to turn off the alarm. He blinked at the white of the ceiling, feeling a bit unsettled. Afterimages of beer and tabloids and time flashed through his mind and he tried to string it together, to make sense of it.
"Morning," Yamapi greeted from the doorway, startling Jin. He wondered whether he should be surprised that the man was already dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, seemingly ready to take on the day. "What's with that serious look on your face? Still tired?"
"I just had this weird dream," Jin mumbled with a frown on his lips. He blinked, trying to clear the film from his eyes but the world remained unfocused.
When Jin didn't continue, Yamapi strolled to him and asked somewhat impatiently, "About?"
Jin thought about it, trying to recall specifics, but with each passing moment the images faded to the back of his consciousness. At last, he looked at Yamapi and shrugged. "I don't remember. I just remember dreaming."
He heard Yamapi hum and then a pillow hit him in the face.
"Hey," Jin sputtered, sitting up.
"Come on, get up. We have the whole day ahead of us! I want to go surfing!"
"What time is it?"
"Eight."
"Why do I live with you?" Jin groaned, turning over to bury himself in his blankets again.
But then the bed dipped and Yamapi leaned over him, grinning as if he had a secret weapon. "Because you love me." And then he kissed Jin on the corner of his mouth. "Come on. We don't have much time; traffic!"
Even though he knew it was true, Jin tried his best to scowl. He knew he was failing rather badly because Yamapi was laughing at him, the jerk. So he smacked the man with another pillow before conceding to roll out of bed.