Maybe We're Falling (Chapter 1)
Title: Maybe We’re Falling (1/7)
Pairing: Akame
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama, Angst, Romance
Beta: carboncastel (but this one’s still unbeta-ed coz she’s out! huhu~)
Disclaimer: Please just let them own each other already. I don’t.
Summary: After 2 years of making the US his career base, Akanishi Jin is coming back to Tokyo and is rejoining KAT-TUN. Time has passed. Some things have changed, some have not. Maybe we’re fallin’ in the crazy love.
A/N: A multi-chapter song fic based on KAT-TUN’s Crazy Love. I consulted three different translations of the song (xmonster1603’s translation here, JpopAsia, and nyctea62442’s translation here) and in the end I decided to translate the song for myself and see what I can make out of it, as well as use the given translations, so that I’ve arrived with a… hybrid of four translations, which I thought would best work for the fic. I stress that the lyrics are not the literal, direct, and exact translation of the song, but my dramatic approximations. If you’d like to read the translations offered, click the site names above. The日本語/Japanese lyrics, also displayed in this fic, are the ones as displayed at JpopAsia. Another thing, time setting of the fic is 2013, so that’s 3 years after Jin officially left KAT-TUN.
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もしあの時に追い駆けてたら
どんな未来でハニカンダ笑顔
見れたのだろう
If, at that time, I had chased after you
I wonder what future would have showed me your shy smile
Jin closed his eyes and smiled to himself, albeit rather sadly, as the plane smoothly landed. He’s home, he thought to himself. It meant more time to hang out with his friends, and perhaps with the rest of KAT-TUN, too. He never really got to catch up with them when he made a couple of visits to Japan over the two years he spent overseas.
He remembered one time, when Kame called him up in his apartment in LA. It was Friday, 7 in the morning, when his phone rang.
“Jin? Are you there?” went the slurred speech.
Jin was barely awake but he immediately recognized the voice as Kamenashi’s.
“Kame? Are you alright?”
“It’s you!” Kame confirmed to himself, laughing. “Jin, I love you!”
More laughter.
“You already know that, don’t you? I just felt like - yeah - I felt like - ”
Kame paused, and Jin heard strange sounds, like Kame was hiccupping or he was at the verge of throwing up.
“I felt like telling you again - I love you!” he said, laughing once more.
“Kame,” Jin said calmly into the receiver, smiling. “You’re drunk. Who’s there with you? Maybe you should ask someone to take you home - hello?”
Jin heard some more laughter and then the line got cut. He chuckled to himself as he got out of bed and proceeded normally with the rest of his day.
Jin rode an SUV, this time provided by Johnny’s Jimusho, to the hotel where he was to stay, with Kame still on his mind. The younger man was always very much careful about his night-outs and adventures, so that, unlike Jin, there were rarely any pictures of a wild and wasted Kame.
The turtle even knew how to do damage control. A few days after Kame’s drunk phone call, Jin was able to talk to him again. Kame called up, sober and proper, and apologized for what he did and said.
“Kamenashi, we’re continents away. You don’t need to apologize for something like that,” Jin said, squeezing the cordless phone with his ear and shoulder as he used both hands to prepare his breakfast of fried eggs and bacon. “Just take care of yourself, okay? You know you have low alcohol tolerance,” he added, retrieving a fragment of information from his memory.
“Stop being so kind to me, Akanishi,” Kame replied. He sounded like he was smiling, but Jin could sense the bitterness in his voice. “It’s hard to move on from someone who’s so nice, and it’s even harder to love someone who is continents away and cannot return those feelings.”
“But of course, it must be hard to get over someone like me!”
Jin laughed at his own joke. There was, however, a pause, longer than natural, before Kame laughed, too.
Kamenashi was open about trying to move on, and Jin liked that. The younger man had confessed to him a few years back, but Jin simply did not have romantic feelings for Kame back then. The soloist was happy, though, that, albeit that drunken slip some time ago, Kame was moving on. He seems so much stronger without me, anyway. Jin thought Kame was doing fine.
Just as Jin was settling into his brightly lit hotel room and unpacking some of his luggage, there was a knock on the door. It was a messenger from the Jimusho, delivering hardcopies of Jin’s contracts and work schedule, along with an expensive bento dinner from one of the more elite restaurants in Tokyo.
Johnny’s was still old-fashioned, delivering schedules through such means when e-mail was very much available. But the Jimusho was also still very indulgent, he thought as well, as he examined the contents of the four-level box. Jin sat on an elegantly furnished wooden table and chair near the hotel room window, read the schedule all the same, and sighed as he began his meal.
Not counting the numerous TV and radio guestings as well as the magazine photoshoots and interviews he had to do both as a solo artist and as part of KAT-TUN, he had a lot of major activities that stretched over the next three months of his life. This month alone, he had to finish recording a handful of songs for the upcoming KAT-TUN album. In addition, the group was starting a tour in less than two months, and Jin had a lot of catching up to do in terms of dance and sequence practice. It was inevitable that his comeback was delayed, because he still had some commitments to accomplish in the US music scene.
Jin sighed yet again, and gazed out the window at the city lights below.
“I wonder if he’s happy that I’m back…”
A faint ringing sounded from the coffee table in the room, and Jin just had to smile. Finally, he thought, someone remembered that I’m back. He fished out his mobile phone among the contents of his bag (which was a rather difficult task considering the disorganized contents) and sat back on the chair by the window before picking up.
“Akanishi.”
“Un.”
He replied sparingly, but he had a broad grin. It was Tanaka Koki.
“How are you, baka?”
Jin’s smile widened even more, appreciating how Koki could be so candid with him after everything that had happened in the past.
“I’m okay. You?” he added thoughtfully.
“I’m great,” Koki replied. “So, um…”
Koki trailed off, a hint of worry in his voice, and Jin had to admit that he missed this, too; the Koki that was easily worried about his friends and colleagues.
“Koki, I’m okay,” Jin said again. He heard the rapper sigh.
“Okaeri nasai, Akanishi.”
The formal greeting was somewhat somber, but it brought the smile back on Jin’s face, even as he gripped his phone rather tensely.
“See you tomorrow at recording!” Koki interjected brightly once more. “Damn, I missed saying that to you.”
Jin thanked him, and they laugh a bit before ending the call, wishing each other a good night.
Akanishi stretched in his chair and decided that it was time to turn in for the night, unconsciously replaying in his head how his conversation with Koki went and wishing that it was Kamenashi who called him instead.
“But Kame wouldn’t do that now,” he thought to himself sadly as he changed into his night clothes.
That night, Jin dreamt of Kamenashi.
/To be continued/
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‘Kay before you start thinking Jin/Koki pairing, it’s not. Though that would be sweet too :O And no, I’m not sure about LA-Tokyo flights so I just assume that Jin arrives in Tokyo at night time. Please don’t kill me for these technicalities. m(_ _)m Lastly, yes, I shall tell you about the dream in the next chapter LOL
DL links~
Crazy Love album/studio version here
Crazy Love karaoke version here
Crazy Love Queen of Pirates Live audio rip here
Humble cover by me and carboncastel here
As I’ve mentioned, I don’t update conditionally (i.e. after a certain number of comments has been reached) but I’d love to hear what you guys think. :)
Chapter 2
Prologue
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