His Feelings [ One - Shot ]
Title: His Feelings
Pairing: Akame ( Akanishi Jin x Kamenashi Kazuya )
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: You despised how his feelings towards her started to become more obvious by each passing day.
Warning: Boy x Boy relationship? Other than that, un-beta'd.
Disclaimer: I totally forgot about this when I first posted it up. Anyways, I do not plan on making money off this ( though I wish I could ). I am in no way connected with the two beautiful BEAUTIFUL boys and if I ever was, it would be after my death where I will for them to sing at my funeral. Which probably won't happen either. ; __ ;
A / N: Well . . . This idea has been stuck in my head for about three months? I came up with the idea when I heard Jin's collab with Crystal Kay, "Wonder" for the thrid time in the BtR concert. Cause of my inability to start a story properly, it took some time for me to actually start typing it up. Anywaysss . . . It's un-beta'd cause I don't have one to read over my stuff. Cause well, you knoww . . . My usual proof-reader person doesn't like yaoi. So yeah. I'm sorry if it sucks. I typed it up at 1 a.m. in the morning. > _ < ;;;
Ever since you two were young, you somehow learnt to figure out what he’s feeling. Back then, you loved that ability. ‘Cause you admired him so much, and knowing his feelings would make you feel more special. Like a bond that connected the two of you. You weren’t conscious that it was love back then. It was just puppy admiration, and so you kept being the ‘you’ that you were.
As you grew up though, there were some of his feelings that you couldn’t decipher at times. Like when you stared at him with those puppy eyes of yours, or whenever he’d praise you with that indescribable looks in his eyes. You hated that. You hated how you couldn’t decipher his feelings and feel special as you did back then.
It was right after the announcement of your debut with Yamapi that you found out what those looks and feelings meant. Quite frankly, you were confused at first. Not at him, but at your own feelings. Did you love him, or was it just the admiration? You figured it was the former when his soft lips descended on your thin, cold ones. Arms wrapped possessively around your waist. The thought of his body warmth being transferred into yours made you blush at that time. Definitely love.
When he told you about his decision to go to L.A., you didn’t object. Sure, you didn’t like the idea of being separated from him for what? Six months? You could barely survive a week without him. But despite that, you agreed. ‘Cause that’s what he wants, it’s his dream, his passion. So you let him go. No, you didn’t break up. He insisted on calling you every single day plus the occasional e-mails of love containing his pictures (cute ones with kissy faces that you laughed at with a blush.)
As the years passed by though, the two of you grew a little distant towards each other. He’d go out drinking often (and have drunk pictures of him on the gossip magazines, with girls, mind you.) It felt like you were growing apart every single second of every single day. You didn’t like it. You wanted the past back. The nights when he would hold you tight as he whispered sweet nothings into your ears, making you giggle a bit, until the two of you fell asleep, warm and content.
It all started to drastically change after his collaborations with Crystal Kay. His ringtone that always consisted of your solos slowly changed to her songs. The AkaKame wallpapers on his laptop started to change to hers’, not that he’d ever let you see it, but you find out anyways. Cause you knew him, in and out. He’d always hum your solos whenever he was bored and looking through magazines. Now it’s hers’.
You didn’t like it, not at all. You despised it. You despised how his feelings towards her started to become more obvious by each passing day. No, it isn’t her fault. She was a nice person. She didn’t know of his feelings. You were sure of that. It isn’t his fault either. Cause love’s just love. It’s unexpected. And it changes, to your dismay.
So here you are, on the couch, staring blankly at the T.V. screen while waiting for him to come back home. The last time you checked the time, it was late. Maybe it’s 11:00 or something. You don’t care. All you know is that he’s out late again. You hear the front door open, and the lazy shuffling of his feet as he walks through the halls and into the living room, where you are. You can feel that he’s surprised. You turn around and with a small smile that doesn’t reach your eyes, you welcome him home.
“Okaeri nasai.” You say, with your broken voice. He asks you what’s wrong and you held back a bitter laugh. You invite him to sit with you and talk. You know he senses something wrong, but chooses to ignore it.
You sense the confusion, the hurt, and the tinge of betrayal when you tell him that you need time away from this relationship that seems to be breaking by the minute.
He asks you if it was because he did something wrong, what happened to cause you to want to do this. You shake your head. You can’t tell him. Because if you did, you know he’d blame it on himself, feel ashamed that he neglected you like that and apologize over and over again with tears in his eyes. You can’t do that to him.
So you lie. You tell him that it isn’t his fault, but yours. That your feelings changed and that you don’t love him anymore. You see the disbelief in his eyes. The begging for you to stay, so that he could try anything and everything to make you love him again. But you refuse. Because you know he also loves her now. And you can’t make him choose between the two of you.
You pick up the bag filled with your belongings and stood up from the couch. You whisper a broken “Sorry” before you give him a soft kiss on the lips. He tries to protest when you start walking out of the room, but freezes when he sees your hurt expression, the tears that threaten to flow down your face.
“I love you, Kazu.” You hear him softly say with a small voice filled with tears as you softly exited the apartment. As you reluctantly walk out of his life with tears streaming down your face and burning sensations in your heart.
Pairing: Akame ( Akanishi Jin x Kamenashi Kazuya )
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: You despised how his feelings towards her started to become more obvious by each passing day.
Warning: Boy x Boy relationship? Other than that, un-beta'd.
Disclaimer: I totally forgot about this when I first posted it up. Anyways, I do not plan on making money off this ( though I wish I could ). I am in no way connected with the two beautiful BEAUTIFUL boys and if I ever was, it would be after my death where I will for them to sing at my funeral. Which probably won't happen either. ; __ ;
A / N: Well . . . This idea has been stuck in my head for about three months? I came up with the idea when I heard Jin's collab with Crystal Kay, "Wonder" for the thrid time in the BtR concert. Cause of my inability to start a story properly, it took some time for me to actually start typing it up. Anywaysss . . . It's un-beta'd cause I don't have one to read over my stuff. Cause well, you knoww . . . My usual proof-reader person doesn't like yaoi. So yeah. I'm sorry if it sucks. I typed it up at 1 a.m. in the morning. > _ < ;;;
Ever since you two were young, you somehow learnt to figure out what he’s feeling. Back then, you loved that ability. ‘Cause you admired him so much, and knowing his feelings would make you feel more special. Like a bond that connected the two of you. You weren’t conscious that it was love back then. It was just puppy admiration, and so you kept being the ‘you’ that you were.
As you grew up though, there were some of his feelings that you couldn’t decipher at times. Like when you stared at him with those puppy eyes of yours, or whenever he’d praise you with that indescribable looks in his eyes. You hated that. You hated how you couldn’t decipher his feelings and feel special as you did back then.
It was right after the announcement of your debut with Yamapi that you found out what those looks and feelings meant. Quite frankly, you were confused at first. Not at him, but at your own feelings. Did you love him, or was it just the admiration? You figured it was the former when his soft lips descended on your thin, cold ones. Arms wrapped possessively around your waist. The thought of his body warmth being transferred into yours made you blush at that time. Definitely love.
When he told you about his decision to go to L.A., you didn’t object. Sure, you didn’t like the idea of being separated from him for what? Six months? You could barely survive a week without him. But despite that, you agreed. ‘Cause that’s what he wants, it’s his dream, his passion. So you let him go. No, you didn’t break up. He insisted on calling you every single day plus the occasional e-mails of love containing his pictures (cute ones with kissy faces that you laughed at with a blush.)
As the years passed by though, the two of you grew a little distant towards each other. He’d go out drinking often (and have drunk pictures of him on the gossip magazines, with girls, mind you.) It felt like you were growing apart every single second of every single day. You didn’t like it. You wanted the past back. The nights when he would hold you tight as he whispered sweet nothings into your ears, making you giggle a bit, until the two of you fell asleep, warm and content.
It all started to drastically change after his collaborations with Crystal Kay. His ringtone that always consisted of your solos slowly changed to her songs. The AkaKame wallpapers on his laptop started to change to hers’, not that he’d ever let you see it, but you find out anyways. Cause you knew him, in and out. He’d always hum your solos whenever he was bored and looking through magazines. Now it’s hers’.
You didn’t like it, not at all. You despised it. You despised how his feelings towards her started to become more obvious by each passing day. No, it isn’t her fault. She was a nice person. She didn’t know of his feelings. You were sure of that. It isn’t his fault either. Cause love’s just love. It’s unexpected. And it changes, to your dismay.
So here you are, on the couch, staring blankly at the T.V. screen while waiting for him to come back home. The last time you checked the time, it was late. Maybe it’s 11:00 or something. You don’t care. All you know is that he’s out late again. You hear the front door open, and the lazy shuffling of his feet as he walks through the halls and into the living room, where you are. You can feel that he’s surprised. You turn around and with a small smile that doesn’t reach your eyes, you welcome him home.
“Okaeri nasai.” You say, with your broken voice. He asks you what’s wrong and you held back a bitter laugh. You invite him to sit with you and talk. You know he senses something wrong, but chooses to ignore it.
You sense the confusion, the hurt, and the tinge of betrayal when you tell him that you need time away from this relationship that seems to be breaking by the minute.
He asks you if it was because he did something wrong, what happened to cause you to want to do this. You shake your head. You can’t tell him. Because if you did, you know he’d blame it on himself, feel ashamed that he neglected you like that and apologize over and over again with tears in his eyes. You can’t do that to him.
So you lie. You tell him that it isn’t his fault, but yours. That your feelings changed and that you don’t love him anymore. You see the disbelief in his eyes. The begging for you to stay, so that he could try anything and everything to make you love him again. But you refuse. Because you know he also loves her now. And you can’t make him choose between the two of you.
You pick up the bag filled with your belongings and stood up from the couch. You whisper a broken “Sorry” before you give him a soft kiss on the lips. He tries to protest when you start walking out of the room, but freezes when he sees your hurt expression, the tears that threaten to flow down your face.
“I love you, Kazu.” You hear him softly say with a small voice filled with tears as you softly exited the apartment. As you reluctantly walk out of his life with tears streaming down your face and burning sensations in your heart.