fic; because you told me to
Title: Because you told me to
Pairing: Akame friendship
Rating: PG
Summary: Jin has an unexpected visitor while filming his movie.
Author’s Note: 2262 words. ...This is randomness, idek. It started out as being Akame snuggles, but ended up like this, with a severe lack of the snuggles, but then again it’s Akame, so it’s more or less expected. >_> Anyway, I hope you like. :)
“You could visit me!” Jin blurts out, and instantly he's thinking he needs to work on that brain-to-mouth filter. It must be broken.
Kame is quiet on the other end, long enough to have Jin silently freaking out and wondering if he stepped over some stupid line. But then Kame just laughs and says, “Please. I have so many other places I’d rather visit than you.”
Jin feels only slightly offended. “I was kidding,” he replies, but he's not sure if he really is. “I don’t want to see you anyway. Have fun on your vacation. It must be nice. A vacation.”
Jin can almost hear Kame’s eye-roll in his voice when he says, “You’re an idiot. I don’t know why I’m wasting money even calling you.”
“I don’t know either,” Jin replies honestly, but he’s kind of glad about it, even if he’d never tell Kame that.
“I’m hanging up now,” Kame says and Jin bites his tongue to keep from saying something stupid like how he doesn’t actually want Kame to go yet. They’ve only been talking for twenty minutes, nothing important or special, just catching up, but it’s the first call he’d gotten from Kame since Jin had started working in Budapest. It’s not the first time Kame’s reached out to him, though, but Jin’s never been the email type of guy, and after the third email from Kame, he’d just replied with “just call me” until Kame finally did.
“I’ll talk to you later, Akanishi,” Kame says finally and Jin just hastily gets in a goodbye before Kame hangs up.
He doesn’t hear from Kame after that, but it’s not really a big deal. He just figures Kame figured out where he’s going to go on his short and very rare vacation, but Jin kind of misses his stupid emails that Kame kept on sending even after Jin started telling him to call him instead. Jin never even replies to the emails and a lot of the times he just deletes them without reading them. Only when he’s bored on set and doesn’t have anything to tweet about that isn’t entirely inappropriate or get him bitched at by fans and his manager does he actually read what Kame has to say. Most of the time they’re just quick and boring updates of his life and of KAT-TUN, and Jin will never admit that he kind of likes being kept in the loop.
Kame probably knows, anyway, which is why he insists on continuing to email him. He wasn’t this annoying about it when Jin first left KAT-TUN, but Jin doesn’t try to figure out the whys. Kame has always been difficult to decipher.
And Jin finds that statement holds true when a week later Jin sees a familiar face on set, a face that definitely has no reason to be there, at all, and looks quite smug about it.
“What’re you doing here?!” Jin nearly screeches when he finishes his scene (thankfully one that didn’t require him to speak, just stand there and look beautifully menacing) and rushes up to Kame who is standing beside the production translator.
“What does it look like?” Kame replies, clearly amused by Jin’s shock.
“It looks like you’re crashing my movie,” Jin says, “but you’re too classy for that.”
“Aw, Jin, I didn’t know you thought I was classy,” Kame says, smirking, and Jin turns red. “Am I classy like none of those hos?”
If possible, Jin blushes even more. He splutters unintelligibly because it’s been a very long time since Kame (or anyone) has made LOVEJUICE jokes (well, except for Ryo, but he’s an asshole), and Jin was hoping that would have died down by now.
“Shut up,” Jin grumbles. “You’re just like those hos.”
Kame only laughs, probably because Jin sounds like a petulant child, and not malicious in any way. “Be nice,” he says, his eyes bright. “I came all the way out here to see your stupid face.”
“Why?” Jin demands but Kame just kind of smiles at him mysteriously and shrugs, like he doesn’t know himself, but Jin knows Kame well enough and Kame never does anything without knowing. He decides to let it go for now, but only because he’s being called back out onto set, and when he turns to leave, Kame’s sudden, “Good luck,” has Jin giving them his best performance since filming started.
Jin has no idea how Kame got permission to be on set of a Hollywood movie but then again he thinks he might not want to know. It’s nice, though, to have him on set, although that will be another thing he’ll never admit to Kame. Most of the other actors are older than Jin and not as interesting to interact with, which is why he spends most of his breaks on Twitter on his phone or listening to music. With Kame there, it’s a little like years ago when they filmed Gokusen, except Kame isn’t acting, so he just constantly makes fun of Jin and criticizes his acting. It’s all in jest, though, Jin can tell, because each time Jin leaves to work again, Kame tells him to do his best, and whenever Jin catches his eye from set, Kame is watching him intently, and if Jin says so, maybe even a little proudly.
They wrap up filming quite late that day and after goodbyes to the rest of the cast and crew, they get into one of the cars that takes them back into the city and Jin’s hotel.
“I’m starving,” Jin says, stretching his arm over his head and wincing when he hears bones pop. “This movie is exhausting.”
“Seems like it’ll be pretty cool, though,” Kame says honestly. “I’m definitely more inclined to see it now then I was when I first heard of it, at least.”
“Hey,” Jin says, pouting. “You should see it no matter what because I am in it.”
“I’d rather watch for Keanu Reeves than for you,” Kame replies and Jin makes an indignant kind of noise, shoves at him and Kame just laughs.
“Why are you so mean to me?” Jin whines, slouching in his seat.
Kame grins. “Because it’s fun,” he answers easily and Jin glowers at him for the rest of the ride back.
Only when they arrive at Jin’s hotel does Jin realize something and asks, “Wait, where’s your hotel? We can stop there first.”
“Actually,” Kame says slowly and gives Jin a half-pointed, half-pleading kind of look, the kind that takes Jin back to when they were just kids and Kame would make this puppy-like face whenever Jin would disagree with him over anything.
And just like back then, Jin gives in, knowing instantly what Kame is asking, and he heaves a disgruntled sigh, even though, honestly, he doesn’t care. “Okay, fine, come on,” he says and they head into the hotel.
Jin has a pretty nice suite for himself and Kame whistles mockingly when they enter. “Shut up,” Jin grumbles, embarrassed, and kicks off his shoes before he flops face-first onto his bed.
All Kame has with him is a small travel bag that he sets on the floor by his shoes. He walks up to the bed and shoves Jin straight off of it before taking it for himself.
“Hey!” Jin exclaims, jumping up from the floor and glaring. “That is my bed. You can sleep on the fucking floor.”
Kame snorts. “As if,” he replies. “I just spent over twelve hours flying from Japan to see you and you’re going to make me sleep on the floor?”
“Yeah, well, I just finished up a whole day of intensive shooting!” Jin retorts, climbing back onto the bed and pushing at Kame who doesn’t budge. “I bet you just slept on your plane ride.”
Kame’s silence is confirmation enough but still Kame won’t move. Jin gives up after a few attempts and sprawls down next to him. Kame squirms away, pulls a pillow out from under Jin’s head and uses it himself. Jin grumbles and grabs another before he realizes he’s still dressed and gets out of bed to remove his clothes.
“What’re you doing?” Kame asks and Jin laughs.
“What does it look like? I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”
“It’s not even that late,” Kame replies and Jin stops to actually look at the clock next to his bed. It’s only around 10 PM and even though he feels exhausted, Jin does think it’s a little lame to go sleep so early. Especially seeing as filming doesn’t start until noon tomorrow. “Have you eaten anything?”
“Not since lunch.”
Kame sighs, the kind of sigh he made a lot when they worked in KAT-TUN (and he probably still does, Jin thinks) whenever someone (mostly Jin) would forget something and Kame would have to take care of it. He reaches over and picks up the phone and calls down for room service, ordering a few things in broken, accented English. Jin just stares at him with half his shirt off his body and his jeans unbuttoned and only when Kame turns back to look at him does Jin seem to break free of his reverie.
“Are you wearing your clothes or are you taking them off?” Kame questions easily as he leans back against the bed again, pillowing his head in his hands. He smirks just a little in the corner of his mouth.
Jin replies just as easily, “What do you want, Kamenashi?” and teasingly lifts up his shirt, exposing more skin.
Kame snorts. “Not that,” he replies. “Put your shirt back on.”
Wondering if he should be a little offended, Jin does as he’s told and collapses on his stomach upon the bed next to Kame. Ten minutes later when room service undoubtedly knocks on the door, neither of them makes an effort to move. Kame pokes Jin in the leg with a toe and Jin kicks back. They do this five more times until Kame sighs again and slides off the bed. Jin grins triumphantly into his pillow until he realizes that Kame’s pulled his wallet out of Jin’s back pocket and heads to the door.
Once the concierge has left with a generous tip, Kame throws Jin’s wallet at his head and says, “Come and eat.”
Jin groans, rubbing his head and rolling around, pulling himself up into a sitting position and only when he sees the food does he realize how hungry he actually is. “Thanks, Kame,” he says earnestly, making grabby hands toward the food until Kame rolls his eyes and hands him a plate.
They eat mostly in silence, except for the moments when Jin tries to sneakily steal food off Kame’s plate and Kame catches him, threatens to stab him with his fork. Jin pouts at him, whining, “Kame,” for almost ten minutes until Kame relents and hands over his plate and Jin thinks, not for the first time, that Kame has superhuman patience. It’s a good thing, though. Because otherwise Jin’s sure he’d have died a hundred times over by Kame’s bare hands.
Kame sighs again, only this time it’s almost out of amusement, looking at Jin whose cheeks are puffed with food as he chews and blinks owlishly at Kame when he laughs. “You’d think after all these years you’d have grown up a bit,” Kame muses aloud. “But no. You’re still the same insufferable brat who failed the initial audition.”
Jin swallows and grins, not even fazed. “But you love me like that, don’t you, Kame?” he says cheekily. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have flown all the way over here to see me.”
Kame rolls his eyes and slides off the bed. “I’m going to shower,” he says flatly and Jin gasps, pointing his fork toward Kame’s back and shouts, “Not answering means it’s true! You shouldn’t deny your love for me, Kame! I know I’m irresistible!” and his only response then is the slam of the bathroom door.
Later, after Jin’s showered as well and they spend almost an hour fighting over who’s sleeping on the bed, they both end up there together, grumbling and kicking for nearly another hour until Kame says, “Stop it Akanishi, before I fucking tie you to the bed.”
Jin simply smirks and replies, “That’s kinky, Kame, I didn’t know you-Okay, okay, I’ll stop, put that away!”
Thankfully Kame does put it away while Jin wonders why he even brought such a fancy-looking necktie with him. And that’s when his curiosity returns, the question that’s been lingering in the back of his mind since he first saw Kame on set, and he asks into the darkness, “Why did you come here?”
Kame doesn’t reply for so long that Jin thinks he’s actually fallen asleep and he resigns himself to never really knowing, turning onto his side, his back facing Kame, and closing his eyes.
And then, so quietly that for a moment Jin’s sure he just dreamt it, Kame replies, “Because you told me to,” like it’s the most obvious thing in the whole world.
Maybe it is, Jin thinks, grinning into his pillow and glad that he’s facing away from Kame. “Oh,” he says, eventually, sensing that Kame’s waiting for his response, but Jin’s tired and it’s all he can come up with in his half-confused, half-pleased state.
Kame laughs. Jin feels his breath against the nape of his neck and it sends a shiver down his spine. He clenches the sheets in his hands. “Bakanishi,” Kame says, almost affectionately, and, with that, there really isn’t anything else left to say.
end.
note: a;lskdg idek i hope you liked it even a little! thank you for reading~ :3 ♥
Pairing: Akame friendship
Rating: PG
Summary: Jin has an unexpected visitor while filming his movie.
Author’s Note: 2262 words. ...This is randomness, idek. It started out as being Akame snuggles, but ended up like this, with a severe lack of the snuggles, but then again it’s Akame, so it’s more or less expected. >_> Anyway, I hope you like. :)
“You could visit me!” Jin blurts out, and instantly he's thinking he needs to work on that brain-to-mouth filter. It must be broken.
Kame is quiet on the other end, long enough to have Jin silently freaking out and wondering if he stepped over some stupid line. But then Kame just laughs and says, “Please. I have so many other places I’d rather visit than you.”
Jin feels only slightly offended. “I was kidding,” he replies, but he's not sure if he really is. “I don’t want to see you anyway. Have fun on your vacation. It must be nice. A vacation.”
Jin can almost hear Kame’s eye-roll in his voice when he says, “You’re an idiot. I don’t know why I’m wasting money even calling you.”
“I don’t know either,” Jin replies honestly, but he’s kind of glad about it, even if he’d never tell Kame that.
“I’m hanging up now,” Kame says and Jin bites his tongue to keep from saying something stupid like how he doesn’t actually want Kame to go yet. They’ve only been talking for twenty minutes, nothing important or special, just catching up, but it’s the first call he’d gotten from Kame since Jin had started working in Budapest. It’s not the first time Kame’s reached out to him, though, but Jin’s never been the email type of guy, and after the third email from Kame, he’d just replied with “just call me” until Kame finally did.
“I’ll talk to you later, Akanishi,” Kame says finally and Jin just hastily gets in a goodbye before Kame hangs up.
He doesn’t hear from Kame after that, but it’s not really a big deal. He just figures Kame figured out where he’s going to go on his short and very rare vacation, but Jin kind of misses his stupid emails that Kame kept on sending even after Jin started telling him to call him instead. Jin never even replies to the emails and a lot of the times he just deletes them without reading them. Only when he’s bored on set and doesn’t have anything to tweet about that isn’t entirely inappropriate or get him bitched at by fans and his manager does he actually read what Kame has to say. Most of the time they’re just quick and boring updates of his life and of KAT-TUN, and Jin will never admit that he kind of likes being kept in the loop.
Kame probably knows, anyway, which is why he insists on continuing to email him. He wasn’t this annoying about it when Jin first left KAT-TUN, but Jin doesn’t try to figure out the whys. Kame has always been difficult to decipher.
And Jin finds that statement holds true when a week later Jin sees a familiar face on set, a face that definitely has no reason to be there, at all, and looks quite smug about it.
“What’re you doing here?!” Jin nearly screeches when he finishes his scene (thankfully one that didn’t require him to speak, just stand there and look beautifully menacing) and rushes up to Kame who is standing beside the production translator.
“What does it look like?” Kame replies, clearly amused by Jin’s shock.
“It looks like you’re crashing my movie,” Jin says, “but you’re too classy for that.”
“Aw, Jin, I didn’t know you thought I was classy,” Kame says, smirking, and Jin turns red. “Am I classy like none of those hos?”
If possible, Jin blushes even more. He splutters unintelligibly because it’s been a very long time since Kame (or anyone) has made LOVEJUICE jokes (well, except for Ryo, but he’s an asshole), and Jin was hoping that would have died down by now.
“Shut up,” Jin grumbles. “You’re just like those hos.”
Kame only laughs, probably because Jin sounds like a petulant child, and not malicious in any way. “Be nice,” he says, his eyes bright. “I came all the way out here to see your stupid face.”
“Why?” Jin demands but Kame just kind of smiles at him mysteriously and shrugs, like he doesn’t know himself, but Jin knows Kame well enough and Kame never does anything without knowing. He decides to let it go for now, but only because he’s being called back out onto set, and when he turns to leave, Kame’s sudden, “Good luck,” has Jin giving them his best performance since filming started.
Jin has no idea how Kame got permission to be on set of a Hollywood movie but then again he thinks he might not want to know. It’s nice, though, to have him on set, although that will be another thing he’ll never admit to Kame. Most of the other actors are older than Jin and not as interesting to interact with, which is why he spends most of his breaks on Twitter on his phone or listening to music. With Kame there, it’s a little like years ago when they filmed Gokusen, except Kame isn’t acting, so he just constantly makes fun of Jin and criticizes his acting. It’s all in jest, though, Jin can tell, because each time Jin leaves to work again, Kame tells him to do his best, and whenever Jin catches his eye from set, Kame is watching him intently, and if Jin says so, maybe even a little proudly.
They wrap up filming quite late that day and after goodbyes to the rest of the cast and crew, they get into one of the cars that takes them back into the city and Jin’s hotel.
“I’m starving,” Jin says, stretching his arm over his head and wincing when he hears bones pop. “This movie is exhausting.”
“Seems like it’ll be pretty cool, though,” Kame says honestly. “I’m definitely more inclined to see it now then I was when I first heard of it, at least.”
“Hey,” Jin says, pouting. “You should see it no matter what because I am in it.”
“I’d rather watch for Keanu Reeves than for you,” Kame replies and Jin makes an indignant kind of noise, shoves at him and Kame just laughs.
“Why are you so mean to me?” Jin whines, slouching in his seat.
Kame grins. “Because it’s fun,” he answers easily and Jin glowers at him for the rest of the ride back.
Only when they arrive at Jin’s hotel does Jin realize something and asks, “Wait, where’s your hotel? We can stop there first.”
“Actually,” Kame says slowly and gives Jin a half-pointed, half-pleading kind of look, the kind that takes Jin back to when they were just kids and Kame would make this puppy-like face whenever Jin would disagree with him over anything.
And just like back then, Jin gives in, knowing instantly what Kame is asking, and he heaves a disgruntled sigh, even though, honestly, he doesn’t care. “Okay, fine, come on,” he says and they head into the hotel.
Jin has a pretty nice suite for himself and Kame whistles mockingly when they enter. “Shut up,” Jin grumbles, embarrassed, and kicks off his shoes before he flops face-first onto his bed.
All Kame has with him is a small travel bag that he sets on the floor by his shoes. He walks up to the bed and shoves Jin straight off of it before taking it for himself.
“Hey!” Jin exclaims, jumping up from the floor and glaring. “That is my bed. You can sleep on the fucking floor.”
Kame snorts. “As if,” he replies. “I just spent over twelve hours flying from Japan to see you and you’re going to make me sleep on the floor?”
“Yeah, well, I just finished up a whole day of intensive shooting!” Jin retorts, climbing back onto the bed and pushing at Kame who doesn’t budge. “I bet you just slept on your plane ride.”
Kame’s silence is confirmation enough but still Kame won’t move. Jin gives up after a few attempts and sprawls down next to him. Kame squirms away, pulls a pillow out from under Jin’s head and uses it himself. Jin grumbles and grabs another before he realizes he’s still dressed and gets out of bed to remove his clothes.
“What’re you doing?” Kame asks and Jin laughs.
“What does it look like? I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”
“It’s not even that late,” Kame replies and Jin stops to actually look at the clock next to his bed. It’s only around 10 PM and even though he feels exhausted, Jin does think it’s a little lame to go sleep so early. Especially seeing as filming doesn’t start until noon tomorrow. “Have you eaten anything?”
“Not since lunch.”
Kame sighs, the kind of sigh he made a lot when they worked in KAT-TUN (and he probably still does, Jin thinks) whenever someone (mostly Jin) would forget something and Kame would have to take care of it. He reaches over and picks up the phone and calls down for room service, ordering a few things in broken, accented English. Jin just stares at him with half his shirt off his body and his jeans unbuttoned and only when Kame turns back to look at him does Jin seem to break free of his reverie.
“Are you wearing your clothes or are you taking them off?” Kame questions easily as he leans back against the bed again, pillowing his head in his hands. He smirks just a little in the corner of his mouth.
Jin replies just as easily, “What do you want, Kamenashi?” and teasingly lifts up his shirt, exposing more skin.
Kame snorts. “Not that,” he replies. “Put your shirt back on.”
Wondering if he should be a little offended, Jin does as he’s told and collapses on his stomach upon the bed next to Kame. Ten minutes later when room service undoubtedly knocks on the door, neither of them makes an effort to move. Kame pokes Jin in the leg with a toe and Jin kicks back. They do this five more times until Kame sighs again and slides off the bed. Jin grins triumphantly into his pillow until he realizes that Kame’s pulled his wallet out of Jin’s back pocket and heads to the door.
Once the concierge has left with a generous tip, Kame throws Jin’s wallet at his head and says, “Come and eat.”
Jin groans, rubbing his head and rolling around, pulling himself up into a sitting position and only when he sees the food does he realize how hungry he actually is. “Thanks, Kame,” he says earnestly, making grabby hands toward the food until Kame rolls his eyes and hands him a plate.
They eat mostly in silence, except for the moments when Jin tries to sneakily steal food off Kame’s plate and Kame catches him, threatens to stab him with his fork. Jin pouts at him, whining, “Kame,” for almost ten minutes until Kame relents and hands over his plate and Jin thinks, not for the first time, that Kame has superhuman patience. It’s a good thing, though. Because otherwise Jin’s sure he’d have died a hundred times over by Kame’s bare hands.
Kame sighs again, only this time it’s almost out of amusement, looking at Jin whose cheeks are puffed with food as he chews and blinks owlishly at Kame when he laughs. “You’d think after all these years you’d have grown up a bit,” Kame muses aloud. “But no. You’re still the same insufferable brat who failed the initial audition.”
Jin swallows and grins, not even fazed. “But you love me like that, don’t you, Kame?” he says cheekily. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have flown all the way over here to see me.”
Kame rolls his eyes and slides off the bed. “I’m going to shower,” he says flatly and Jin gasps, pointing his fork toward Kame’s back and shouts, “Not answering means it’s true! You shouldn’t deny your love for me, Kame! I know I’m irresistible!” and his only response then is the slam of the bathroom door.
Later, after Jin’s showered as well and they spend almost an hour fighting over who’s sleeping on the bed, they both end up there together, grumbling and kicking for nearly another hour until Kame says, “Stop it Akanishi, before I fucking tie you to the bed.”
Jin simply smirks and replies, “That’s kinky, Kame, I didn’t know you-Okay, okay, I’ll stop, put that away!”
Thankfully Kame does put it away while Jin wonders why he even brought such a fancy-looking necktie with him. And that’s when his curiosity returns, the question that’s been lingering in the back of his mind since he first saw Kame on set, and he asks into the darkness, “Why did you come here?”
Kame doesn’t reply for so long that Jin thinks he’s actually fallen asleep and he resigns himself to never really knowing, turning onto his side, his back facing Kame, and closing his eyes.
And then, so quietly that for a moment Jin’s sure he just dreamt it, Kame replies, “Because you told me to,” like it’s the most obvious thing in the whole world.
Maybe it is, Jin thinks, grinning into his pillow and glad that he’s facing away from Kame. “Oh,” he says, eventually, sensing that Kame’s waiting for his response, but Jin’s tired and it’s all he can come up with in his half-confused, half-pleased state.
Kame laughs. Jin feels his breath against the nape of his neck and it sends a shiver down his spine. He clenches the sheets in his hands. “Bakanishi,” Kame says, almost affectionately, and, with that, there really isn’t anything else left to say.
end.
note: a;lskdg idek i hope you liked it even a little! thank you for reading~ :3 ♥