HOW BING GOT CONNED
aki: bing if you love me, write me akame!!!
bing: al;ksfjd THAT IS SO NOT FAIR
you know I can never resist you anything T_T
HERE IS YOUR AKAME FIC, YOU TERRIFINGLY LOVABLE PERSON. asfljd, this fic is really boring. I think it's boring, and I wrote it. I can't get Kame right. :( I know him in my head, I just can't translate it onto paper. The setting is the same as the last fic; you can even think of this as a continuation, only with different characters.
fast turnaround
Jin/Kame - G - 1,255 words
Possible scenarios that Kame had expected to play out: one, a carefree dinner with friends at a nice restaurant, maybe splitting a bottle of imported white wine and enjoying conversations that don't involve work or the latest rumor rag; two, a group karaoke session that he had wanted to plan since winter before the spring tour and drama season started, singing covers of other Johnny's songs, imitating dance routines, laughing in good humor; three, a relaxed evening in a secluded lounge, ordering a round of drinks and catching a small music gig to distract from the week-long sleep deprivation and caffeine shots, winding down.
One scenario that Kame definitely had not expected to happen: him, doubled over above a grimy sink in a tiny bathroom in a club in Roppongi trying desperately to scrub a beer stain out of his silk pullover.
He had surprised himself earlier that day by accepting Jin's offhand invitation to try out a new club opening with a couple other people and, judging from Jin's less than enthusiastic reaction, he wasn't the only one taken aback. Kame has never been very good with initiating social events and his recent schedule had pretty much crushed any chance for him to see anyone outside of KAT-TUN for over a month now but, currently bathed in the unforgiving glow of fluorescent lighting and smelling vaguely of cheap alcohol, he is very vividly reminded of why he usually never goes along with any of Jin's plans.
The night had been a disaster even from the very beginning. "Kame, you can't dance like you're in a music video!" Jin had yelled at him on the dance floor, even though they were only two feet apart and girls immediately started twisting around to catch a glimpse of his face.
"I don't think you should be giving anyone advice on dancing," Kame had replied stiffly and vainly attempted to move away, but the thick tangle of limbs around him simply pushed him back, keeping him in place. Koki had promised him that clubbing would be the perfect way for Kame to de-stress, that he should at least get out more, live life, and he looked like he was in dire need of a magical night anyway, if he caught his drift, and wouldn't a club be the perfect solution to all his problems. Kame had nodded along at the time and tried to hide his discomfort. It's not that he doesn't like clubbing; it's just that clubbing would probably be more relaxing if Jin wasn't there shouting into his ear. But of course, he had thought sourly, he wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Jin, so it's a dead-end road to chase.
A brief lull in the music signaled a DJ change, and Kame jumped on the opportunity to make his way off the floor and toward the bar for a breather. He struck up a conversation with the girl behind the counter out of politeness, but he ended up chatting her up for at least two dance sets. He was toying with the idea of asking her for her number with a familiar hand clapped him around the shoulder from behind, and Kame didn't even have to turn around for his mood to immediately drop.
"So you've finally decided to give up on dancing, huh?" Jin grinned, clinking the beer can he's holding against Kame's head. "Wise choice."
"I'm taking a break." Kame hunched his shoulders, tensing from where Jin still has a grip on him.
Jin messily gulped down a mouthful of beer and leaned backward against the counter top on his elbows. He studied Kame for a few seconds, his eyebrows furrowing in question, and then-- "Are you wearing a woman's shirt?"
"No!" Kame fingered the silk material of his pullover defensively. "I bought it at a men's boutique!"
"It's definitely a woman's shirt," Jin repeated decisively and then turned to the bartender; he flashed her a winning smile. "Wouldn't you wear that shirt?"
She had nodded shyly at Jin before catching Kame's hurt expression and abruptly turned away and busied herself with the glassware.
"See?" Jin cackled triumphantly. "But seriously, Kame, if you're not going to dance, you should just go home."
"Don't worry, I am," he snapped. And as if the night was still missing its grand train wreck of a finale, he had bumped Jin's arm as he got up, and before he could react, he found the front of his shirt completely drenched in beer, the smell as strong as the soaking wetness already sticking onto his skin.
Which is how he finds himself trying to save his pure silk pullover with single-ply toilet paper in a bathroom that probably hasn't passed Japan's sanitary standards. He's just about to give up and go home, see what dry cleaning can do for it in the morning, when the door creaks open, and Jin's head peeks uneasily in the crack.
"Um," he pushes the door open. "You've been in here for a while, so I just wanted to check..." He trails off when Kame fails to reply. His voice echoes a little in the bathroom.
Kame turns on the sink facet and focuses his eyes on the running water, because it's easier than focusing his eyes on Jin. It's odd; he should be furious, or at least angry, but all he feels is a budding frustration, a frustration that isn't even really directed at Jin. Kame is frustrated that he wasted a night, that Jin invited him out when he didn't really want him there, that he accepted even though he knew, deep down. Frustrated because blaming Jin makes him feel even worse.
"I also wanted to say!" Jin continues hurriedly. "You're not that bad of a dancer."
"What?" Kame looks up, mostly out of surprise.
"You dance better than--" Jin pauses, the corner of his mouth scrunching up in deep and serious thought. "--Ryo."
"Really?" Surprise colors Kame's voice, the running water momentarily forgotten.
"Well, Ryo when he's buzzed, at least," Jin amends with a grin.
Kame falls silent for a moment. "You guys spend a lot of time together," he comments. "You and Ryo and Yamapi."
Jin chews on his lower lip nervously, and Kame feels a small pang of guilt; he tries to push it down. "Kame," he finally pouts. "You should be getting more sleep, not going clubbing."
"What about you?" Kame asks indignantly.
"I don't work as hard as you do," Jin says softly.
A funny lump forms inside Kame's throat and he suddenly has trouble keeping his vocal chords under control. "You're a terrible liar." He flicks Jin's forehead with his index finger, but he's already halfway forgiven him, and it should make him feel bitter and resentful (which would be pretty consistent with how the night has shaped up) but for some reason no matter what Jin does, forgiving him always makes Kame feel better about himself. Maybe because it's Jin, because not forgiving him has never been an option, not even a potential possibility.
"Come on, since you're here, you might as well have fun," he tugs at Kame's arm. "No one can see the stain in the dark. I'll buy you a new shirt tomorrow!"
"Idiot, this is designer silk," Kame frowns, but he lets himself get pulled along, out the door, down the hallway, the faint techno beats already starting to ring in his ears. It's okay, he guesses, as long as Jin's the one doing the pulling.
bing: al;ksfjd THAT IS SO NOT FAIR
you know I can never resist you anything T_T
HERE IS YOUR AKAME FIC, YOU TERRIFINGLY LOVABLE PERSON. asfljd, this fic is really boring. I think it's boring, and I wrote it. I can't get Kame right. :( I know him in my head, I just can't translate it onto paper. The setting is the same as the last fic; you can even think of this as a continuation, only with different characters.
fast turnaround
Jin/Kame - G - 1,255 words
Possible scenarios that Kame had expected to play out: one, a carefree dinner with friends at a nice restaurant, maybe splitting a bottle of imported white wine and enjoying conversations that don't involve work or the latest rumor rag; two, a group karaoke session that he had wanted to plan since winter before the spring tour and drama season started, singing covers of other Johnny's songs, imitating dance routines, laughing in good humor; three, a relaxed evening in a secluded lounge, ordering a round of drinks and catching a small music gig to distract from the week-long sleep deprivation and caffeine shots, winding down.
One scenario that Kame definitely had not expected to happen: him, doubled over above a grimy sink in a tiny bathroom in a club in Roppongi trying desperately to scrub a beer stain out of his silk pullover.
He had surprised himself earlier that day by accepting Jin's offhand invitation to try out a new club opening with a couple other people and, judging from Jin's less than enthusiastic reaction, he wasn't the only one taken aback. Kame has never been very good with initiating social events and his recent schedule had pretty much crushed any chance for him to see anyone outside of KAT-TUN for over a month now but, currently bathed in the unforgiving glow of fluorescent lighting and smelling vaguely of cheap alcohol, he is very vividly reminded of why he usually never goes along with any of Jin's plans.
The night had been a disaster even from the very beginning. "Kame, you can't dance like you're in a music video!" Jin had yelled at him on the dance floor, even though they were only two feet apart and girls immediately started twisting around to catch a glimpse of his face.
"I don't think you should be giving anyone advice on dancing," Kame had replied stiffly and vainly attempted to move away, but the thick tangle of limbs around him simply pushed him back, keeping him in place. Koki had promised him that clubbing would be the perfect way for Kame to de-stress, that he should at least get out more, live life, and he looked like he was in dire need of a magical night anyway, if he caught his drift, and wouldn't a club be the perfect solution to all his problems. Kame had nodded along at the time and tried to hide his discomfort. It's not that he doesn't like clubbing; it's just that clubbing would probably be more relaxing if Jin wasn't there shouting into his ear. But of course, he had thought sourly, he wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Jin, so it's a dead-end road to chase.
A brief lull in the music signaled a DJ change, and Kame jumped on the opportunity to make his way off the floor and toward the bar for a breather. He struck up a conversation with the girl behind the counter out of politeness, but he ended up chatting her up for at least two dance sets. He was toying with the idea of asking her for her number with a familiar hand clapped him around the shoulder from behind, and Kame didn't even have to turn around for his mood to immediately drop.
"So you've finally decided to give up on dancing, huh?" Jin grinned, clinking the beer can he's holding against Kame's head. "Wise choice."
"I'm taking a break." Kame hunched his shoulders, tensing from where Jin still has a grip on him.
Jin messily gulped down a mouthful of beer and leaned backward against the counter top on his elbows. He studied Kame for a few seconds, his eyebrows furrowing in question, and then-- "Are you wearing a woman's shirt?"
"No!" Kame fingered the silk material of his pullover defensively. "I bought it at a men's boutique!"
"It's definitely a woman's shirt," Jin repeated decisively and then turned to the bartender; he flashed her a winning smile. "Wouldn't you wear that shirt?"
She had nodded shyly at Jin before catching Kame's hurt expression and abruptly turned away and busied herself with the glassware.
"See?" Jin cackled triumphantly. "But seriously, Kame, if you're not going to dance, you should just go home."
"Don't worry, I am," he snapped. And as if the night was still missing its grand train wreck of a finale, he had bumped Jin's arm as he got up, and before he could react, he found the front of his shirt completely drenched in beer, the smell as strong as the soaking wetness already sticking onto his skin.
Which is how he finds himself trying to save his pure silk pullover with single-ply toilet paper in a bathroom that probably hasn't passed Japan's sanitary standards. He's just about to give up and go home, see what dry cleaning can do for it in the morning, when the door creaks open, and Jin's head peeks uneasily in the crack.
"Um," he pushes the door open. "You've been in here for a while, so I just wanted to check..." He trails off when Kame fails to reply. His voice echoes a little in the bathroom.
Kame turns on the sink facet and focuses his eyes on the running water, because it's easier than focusing his eyes on Jin. It's odd; he should be furious, or at least angry, but all he feels is a budding frustration, a frustration that isn't even really directed at Jin. Kame is frustrated that he wasted a night, that Jin invited him out when he didn't really want him there, that he accepted even though he knew, deep down. Frustrated because blaming Jin makes him feel even worse.
"I also wanted to say!" Jin continues hurriedly. "You're not that bad of a dancer."
"What?" Kame looks up, mostly out of surprise.
"You dance better than--" Jin pauses, the corner of his mouth scrunching up in deep and serious thought. "--Ryo."
"Really?" Surprise colors Kame's voice, the running water momentarily forgotten.
"Well, Ryo when he's buzzed, at least," Jin amends with a grin.
Kame falls silent for a moment. "You guys spend a lot of time together," he comments. "You and Ryo and Yamapi."
Jin chews on his lower lip nervously, and Kame feels a small pang of guilt; he tries to push it down. "Kame," he finally pouts. "You should be getting more sleep, not going clubbing."
"What about you?" Kame asks indignantly.
"I don't work as hard as you do," Jin says softly.
A funny lump forms inside Kame's throat and he suddenly has trouble keeping his vocal chords under control. "You're a terrible liar." He flicks Jin's forehead with his index finger, but he's already halfway forgiven him, and it should make him feel bitter and resentful (which would be pretty consistent with how the night has shaped up) but for some reason no matter what Jin does, forgiving him always makes Kame feel better about himself. Maybe because it's Jin, because not forgiving him has never been an option, not even a potential possibility.
"Come on, since you're here, you might as well have fun," he tugs at Kame's arm. "No one can see the stain in the dark. I'll buy you a new shirt tomorrow!"
"Idiot, this is designer silk," Kame frowns, but he lets himself get pulled along, out the door, down the hallway, the faint techno beats already starting to ring in his ears. It's okay, he guesses, as long as Jin's the one doing the pulling.