fic: Companion (My Feet Are Moving Forward)
Title: Companion (My Feet Are Moving Forward)
Beta: pinkeuphoria1
Pairing: Jin/Kame
Rating: PG
Genre: General, Romance
Notes: For maiamcw. Thank you for helping me to get Test Drive ♥ It's a bit, uh, general and pointless but that happens at night with a writer's block :<
Word count: 1,400
Summary: Tokyo, Japan. 2.00AM, 4°C. Jin is back, even if it’s just for a small while.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Narita Airport, Tokyo. Local time is 2 in the morning and the temperature is 4°C.”
From the small, square window with rounded corners, Jin can see Japan stretching out far below him. He’s welcomed home by a myriad of twinkling lights and a polite announcement that requests him to turn off his electrical devices, fasten his seatbelt and check that he has all of his personal belongings and that his seat is set in the upright position.
His stomach growls miserably and he blinks his weary eyes as the lights in the plane switch off for landing. His eyes are tired and his vision blurry as he lets his head rest on one of his aching, jammed shoulders. There’s a light feeling in his stomach, one he often felt as a kid in amusement park rollercoasters - he can feel the aircraft decreasing in height.
Hello, Japan, here I am. I’ve come home.
Surprisingly, he’s exhausted enough to fall asleep during the landing and only wakes up with a violent startle when one of the stewardesses gently touches his shoulder. Flustered, he hurriedly squirms out of his seat and gets his laptop from under the seat in front of him. The stewardess hands him his hand baggage with a fond smile and Jin thanks her appreciatively before rushing out of the aircraft.
Smells like Japan. There’s something in the air that lulls him with its familiarity. He’s not even outside yet, just walking through the tube to the airport building, but the outdoor chill is already creeping under his skin and making him shiver helplessly in his hoodie. The air of Los Angeles is gone - there’s no more overwhelming, suffocating heat that makes him break into an uncomfortable sweat. The stench of pollutes is the very same, though. For some reason, he’s always found it pleasant.
He passes through the customs wearily, hardly registering anything that is happening. It’s like an automatic procedure by now, after all the flights back and forth between Japan and the USA, or even the ones inside Europe. He’s seen a lot of places in a very short period of time, he realises groggily as he heads towards the exit. He doesn’t have any baggage in the cargo; his schedule doesn’t allow him to stay for long. Just a few silly, precious days don’t require much of his belongings, and he’s gotten paranoid about his baggage getting lost somewhere around the world. He’s already lost two suitcases with his belongings, one full of souvenirs for family and friends and one full of his precious clothing. He doesn’t put bags in the cargo if he can avoid it. Not to mention that travelling light is much more relaxing.
He switches his iPhone on, listening to the rattling wheels of his small suitcase behind him as he pulls it. His beanie is still intact but he broke his sunglasses in the plane after falling asleep wearing them, so part of his disguise is gone. His phone buzzes - there’s a text from his mum, asking him how the flight went and inviting him home for lunch. There are some drunken texts from Pi too, eager, delighted and demanding. They make him smile.
“Welcome home.”
Jin smiles tiredly at the familiar figure with a worn baseball cap and a hint of a smile. “I’m home,” he croaks at the figure, enjoying the warm buzz that the person elicits in him as their fingers brush. Kame takes his luggage from him and looks around warily before starting to head over to his car. Jin slouches after him, feeling awkwardly like he has the mental capacity of a puppy.
Kame looks slimmer now compared to the last time he saw him. He can’t quite decide whether he looks healthier per se or not. Whereas the Kame all those long months back was still frustrated, drained and bitter, he looks better now, more confident, but he’s got his stressed out face on and nearly charcoal eye bags as he tosses Jin’s suitcase to the backseat and hops on behind the wheel. Jin smiles tiredly and lets out a pleased sigh as he sinks into the soft passenger seat. Kame helpfully buckles him up and Jin watches him from behind his half-closed eyelids, feels the brush of the man’s hair against his skin and enjoys the prickling sensation which probably has something to do with the younger man’s proximity.
He’s missed this, surely. Kame’s fingers carelessly ruffle his hair as he withdraws back to his own seat and starts the engine with a silent purr. Jetlag should make Jin feel chirpy, but it doesn’t. He closes his eyes as he feels the car jerk into motion, first backwards with a steep curve and then forward.
He slips into a heavy slumber, mentally attempting to remind himself to text back to his mother. Kame doesn’t wake him up before they arrive at the front of the modest apartment block where he still lives when he’s around.
“I’ll see you tomorrow evening,” Kame promises, nodding with a serious expression. Jin yawns with a hand over his mouth and nods affirmatively. They’re meeting with the whole KAT-TUN gathered for the first time since he graduated from the band. It’s making him nervous. He purses his lips anxiously as he forces his legs out of the car and gets up. Kame needs his sleep too; he’s already bothered him enough.
Kame rolls his window down to catch his attention. Jin glances at the man warily, not entirely sure what to say to him. He feels tight and uneasy, somehow vulnerable and exposed under the now infrequent scrutiny. He isn’t used to it anymore, Kame’s eyes trying to see beyond his surface. Honestly speaking, it was only a few silly months back when they finally started patching things up again between them.
It doesn’t matter if he tries hard or not at all, Jin always finds them trapped in the same vicious circle. Maybe it’s why they never worked out. Among other things, that might have something to do with him and something to do with Kame, too.
“Come here?” Kame requests from him and swiftly licks his thin but prodding lips. He looks just as nervous as Jin feels as he gets his suitcase from the backseat and walks over, bowing down a little to be on eye-level with a desperate-looking Kame who’s still inside the shiny black vehicle.
Kame’s breath is warm and it smells like cigarettes and fruity gum. The man’s eyelids slowly slide closed and Jin chuckles awkwardly, wondering if he should just go, lean in or say something. He doesn’t know, cannot come to a conclusion. With Kame, he often doesn’t. He has a feeling it goes the same way around as well, though.
“It’s good to see you,” Kame finally speaks with a hushed tone, eyes opened by a slight crack again. Jin smirks at him and cocks his head in question. Kame looks flushed and sad as he shoves him gently, playfully. It would feel a bit better, if it weren’t for the melancholic expression on the man’s face.
“I missed you,” Jin admits straightforwardly. Kame laughs, the ring vibrant enough to make his stomach churn in adoration. His words earn him a gentle, hesitant and moist cigarette-flavoured kiss before Kame withdraws, sucking his lips. He doesn’t look too good.
Sometimes Jin wonders if he should regret his choice. He doesn’t, not really. He knows he’s made the right choice, for everyone. Still, sometimes when he sees Kame he wishes things would be different. His old fireplace has turned into a mere firefly. Then again, that already happened before his solo career. At least now Kame’s group is tighter, more intimate and welcoming. It’s good for him.
“Tell your family I said hi,” Kame nods at him as he starts the engine again. Jin takes a few steps back and salutes him. He tries to ignore the grave feeling of loss as he grins at his childhood friend. Kame smiles back faintly, with a slight gleam in his eyes soft.
“I’m glad to be home,” Jin speaks with a low murmur. Kame doesn’t hear him. His head is turned to check the road as he pulls away from the bay. The window stays open as the car drives away and Jin watches after it, wondering what he should feel and what he shouldn’t.
He was in love, once. A long time ago, here in the eastern land of Japan, Akanishi Jin fell in and out of love before he found his own feet. Now all that’s left is to walk.
One step at a time.
Beta: pinkeuphoria1
Pairing: Jin/Kame
Rating: PG
Genre: General, Romance
Notes: For maiamcw. Thank you for helping me to get Test Drive ♥ It's a bit, uh, general and pointless but that happens at night with a writer's block :<
Word count: 1,400
Summary: Tokyo, Japan. 2.00AM, 4°C. Jin is back, even if it’s just for a small while.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Narita Airport, Tokyo. Local time is 2 in the morning and the temperature is 4°C.”
From the small, square window with rounded corners, Jin can see Japan stretching out far below him. He’s welcomed home by a myriad of twinkling lights and a polite announcement that requests him to turn off his electrical devices, fasten his seatbelt and check that he has all of his personal belongings and that his seat is set in the upright position.
His stomach growls miserably and he blinks his weary eyes as the lights in the plane switch off for landing. His eyes are tired and his vision blurry as he lets his head rest on one of his aching, jammed shoulders. There’s a light feeling in his stomach, one he often felt as a kid in amusement park rollercoasters - he can feel the aircraft decreasing in height.
Hello, Japan, here I am. I’ve come home.
Surprisingly, he’s exhausted enough to fall asleep during the landing and only wakes up with a violent startle when one of the stewardesses gently touches his shoulder. Flustered, he hurriedly squirms out of his seat and gets his laptop from under the seat in front of him. The stewardess hands him his hand baggage with a fond smile and Jin thanks her appreciatively before rushing out of the aircraft.
Smells like Japan. There’s something in the air that lulls him with its familiarity. He’s not even outside yet, just walking through the tube to the airport building, but the outdoor chill is already creeping under his skin and making him shiver helplessly in his hoodie. The air of Los Angeles is gone - there’s no more overwhelming, suffocating heat that makes him break into an uncomfortable sweat. The stench of pollutes is the very same, though. For some reason, he’s always found it pleasant.
He passes through the customs wearily, hardly registering anything that is happening. It’s like an automatic procedure by now, after all the flights back and forth between Japan and the USA, or even the ones inside Europe. He’s seen a lot of places in a very short period of time, he realises groggily as he heads towards the exit. He doesn’t have any baggage in the cargo; his schedule doesn’t allow him to stay for long. Just a few silly, precious days don’t require much of his belongings, and he’s gotten paranoid about his baggage getting lost somewhere around the world. He’s already lost two suitcases with his belongings, one full of souvenirs for family and friends and one full of his precious clothing. He doesn’t put bags in the cargo if he can avoid it. Not to mention that travelling light is much more relaxing.
He switches his iPhone on, listening to the rattling wheels of his small suitcase behind him as he pulls it. His beanie is still intact but he broke his sunglasses in the plane after falling asleep wearing them, so part of his disguise is gone. His phone buzzes - there’s a text from his mum, asking him how the flight went and inviting him home for lunch. There are some drunken texts from Pi too, eager, delighted and demanding. They make him smile.
“Welcome home.”
Jin smiles tiredly at the familiar figure with a worn baseball cap and a hint of a smile. “I’m home,” he croaks at the figure, enjoying the warm buzz that the person elicits in him as their fingers brush. Kame takes his luggage from him and looks around warily before starting to head over to his car. Jin slouches after him, feeling awkwardly like he has the mental capacity of a puppy.
Kame looks slimmer now compared to the last time he saw him. He can’t quite decide whether he looks healthier per se or not. Whereas the Kame all those long months back was still frustrated, drained and bitter, he looks better now, more confident, but he’s got his stressed out face on and nearly charcoal eye bags as he tosses Jin’s suitcase to the backseat and hops on behind the wheel. Jin smiles tiredly and lets out a pleased sigh as he sinks into the soft passenger seat. Kame helpfully buckles him up and Jin watches him from behind his half-closed eyelids, feels the brush of the man’s hair against his skin and enjoys the prickling sensation which probably has something to do with the younger man’s proximity.
He’s missed this, surely. Kame’s fingers carelessly ruffle his hair as he withdraws back to his own seat and starts the engine with a silent purr. Jetlag should make Jin feel chirpy, but it doesn’t. He closes his eyes as he feels the car jerk into motion, first backwards with a steep curve and then forward.
He slips into a heavy slumber, mentally attempting to remind himself to text back to his mother. Kame doesn’t wake him up before they arrive at the front of the modest apartment block where he still lives when he’s around.
“I’ll see you tomorrow evening,” Kame promises, nodding with a serious expression. Jin yawns with a hand over his mouth and nods affirmatively. They’re meeting with the whole KAT-TUN gathered for the first time since he graduated from the band. It’s making him nervous. He purses his lips anxiously as he forces his legs out of the car and gets up. Kame needs his sleep too; he’s already bothered him enough.
Kame rolls his window down to catch his attention. Jin glances at the man warily, not entirely sure what to say to him. He feels tight and uneasy, somehow vulnerable and exposed under the now infrequent scrutiny. He isn’t used to it anymore, Kame’s eyes trying to see beyond his surface. Honestly speaking, it was only a few silly months back when they finally started patching things up again between them.
It doesn’t matter if he tries hard or not at all, Jin always finds them trapped in the same vicious circle. Maybe it’s why they never worked out. Among other things, that might have something to do with him and something to do with Kame, too.
“Come here?” Kame requests from him and swiftly licks his thin but prodding lips. He looks just as nervous as Jin feels as he gets his suitcase from the backseat and walks over, bowing down a little to be on eye-level with a desperate-looking Kame who’s still inside the shiny black vehicle.
Kame’s breath is warm and it smells like cigarettes and fruity gum. The man’s eyelids slowly slide closed and Jin chuckles awkwardly, wondering if he should just go, lean in or say something. He doesn’t know, cannot come to a conclusion. With Kame, he often doesn’t. He has a feeling it goes the same way around as well, though.
“It’s good to see you,” Kame finally speaks with a hushed tone, eyes opened by a slight crack again. Jin smirks at him and cocks his head in question. Kame looks flushed and sad as he shoves him gently, playfully. It would feel a bit better, if it weren’t for the melancholic expression on the man’s face.
“I missed you,” Jin admits straightforwardly. Kame laughs, the ring vibrant enough to make his stomach churn in adoration. His words earn him a gentle, hesitant and moist cigarette-flavoured kiss before Kame withdraws, sucking his lips. He doesn’t look too good.
Sometimes Jin wonders if he should regret his choice. He doesn’t, not really. He knows he’s made the right choice, for everyone. Still, sometimes when he sees Kame he wishes things would be different. His old fireplace has turned into a mere firefly. Then again, that already happened before his solo career. At least now Kame’s group is tighter, more intimate and welcoming. It’s good for him.
“Tell your family I said hi,” Kame nods at him as he starts the engine again. Jin takes a few steps back and salutes him. He tries to ignore the grave feeling of loss as he grins at his childhood friend. Kame smiles back faintly, with a slight gleam in his eyes soft.
“I’m glad to be home,” Jin speaks with a low murmur. Kame doesn’t hear him. His head is turned to check the road as he pulls away from the bay. The window stays open as the car drives away and Jin watches after it, wondering what he should feel and what he shouldn’t.
He was in love, once. A long time ago, here in the eastern land of Japan, Akanishi Jin fell in and out of love before he found his own feet. Now all that’s left is to walk.
One step at a time.