some sort of reliance
reliance pg-13 498words
warnings: people smoking, mild angst?
summary: Toma/Jin inspired by some fangirl report on Toma smoking, which is kind of hot, kind of random. Sitting on the roof and discussing the future.
Comments/concrit appreciated in any form.♥
They are perched on the roof with legs dangling off the side of the wall, their backs against the cool metal of the water tank. It's strange that they both come up here to seek a sort of freedom, peace and quiet away from the intensity of practice rooms and the insanity of screaming fangirls.
I'm going to America, Jin says.
So many things bubble forth to the tip of his tongue, but Toma clamps his mouth shut and draws his lips into a thin line. After what seems like an hour or two of silence but what really was a minute, Toma desensitizes himself to the noise in his mind.
What for? He asks, suppressing the whys and how could yous that seem to come more easily than rational thought.
To learn the English language, Jin says, and gestures with his hand, the ash from his cigarette crumbling slightly from its end to be picked up by the damp evening wind. It rained cats and dogs in the afternoon, everyone's spirits were a little under the weather during rehearsal for another Shounen Club episode, so they had called for a break.
What about Yamapi, what about Ka-
I know, I know, Jin cuts him off, tossing the stub of cigarette over the wall and lighting another. The glowing end reminds Toma of the thrill of being performing on stage with his group. He lets his sentence drop, and some sort of ambivalence hangs in the air for a while, mixing with the moisture in the air as they both look out over the mess that is urban Tokyo. Perhaps he ought to have seen this coming. Jimmy practically dragged him out last weekend, saying that he needed a break from Jin, which Toma thought was strange but didn't question. Jin runs his fingers through his messy hair and cranes his head back to look at the sky. Toma watches the line of his neck, the bob of his Adam's apple as he picks out his next words.
Take care of Yamapi for me, he says, voice almost a whine, almost pleading.
Toma stares at him, until Jin finally turns his face and meets his eyes. Then, he snags the quivering cigarette from Jin's lips, puts it to his own mouth and takes a long drag of the noxious stick. He thinks he can taste a hint of the peppermint gum that Jin always seems to be chewing nowadays around the smoke.
Sure, he says, shoulders slackening, the cold metal penetrating his bones further as he sinks into a slouch. He wonders what else he has been doing for more than half his life.
No problem, he shrugs, and Jin grins thankfully at him, and they spend time just like that till Kame calls Jin to yell at him.
They bump shoulders as they hop down to the landing, and as they part down different hallways, Toma flips open his phone.
Pi - Let's have barbecue soon.
warnings: people smoking, mild angst?
summary: Toma/Jin inspired by some fangirl report on Toma smoking, which is kind of hot, kind of random. Sitting on the roof and discussing the future.
Comments/concrit appreciated in any form.♥
They are perched on the roof with legs dangling off the side of the wall, their backs against the cool metal of the water tank. It's strange that they both come up here to seek a sort of freedom, peace and quiet away from the intensity of practice rooms and the insanity of screaming fangirls.
I'm going to America, Jin says.
So many things bubble forth to the tip of his tongue, but Toma clamps his mouth shut and draws his lips into a thin line. After what seems like an hour or two of silence but what really was a minute, Toma desensitizes himself to the noise in his mind.
What for? He asks, suppressing the whys and how could yous that seem to come more easily than rational thought.
To learn the English language, Jin says, and gestures with his hand, the ash from his cigarette crumbling slightly from its end to be picked up by the damp evening wind. It rained cats and dogs in the afternoon, everyone's spirits were a little under the weather during rehearsal for another Shounen Club episode, so they had called for a break.
What about Yamapi, what about Ka-
I know, I know, Jin cuts him off, tossing the stub of cigarette over the wall and lighting another. The glowing end reminds Toma of the thrill of being performing on stage with his group. He lets his sentence drop, and some sort of ambivalence hangs in the air for a while, mixing with the moisture in the air as they both look out over the mess that is urban Tokyo. Perhaps he ought to have seen this coming. Jimmy practically dragged him out last weekend, saying that he needed a break from Jin, which Toma thought was strange but didn't question. Jin runs his fingers through his messy hair and cranes his head back to look at the sky. Toma watches the line of his neck, the bob of his Adam's apple as he picks out his next words.
Take care of Yamapi for me, he says, voice almost a whine, almost pleading.
Toma stares at him, until Jin finally turns his face and meets his eyes. Then, he snags the quivering cigarette from Jin's lips, puts it to his own mouth and takes a long drag of the noxious stick. He thinks he can taste a hint of the peppermint gum that Jin always seems to be chewing nowadays around the smoke.
Sure, he says, shoulders slackening, the cold metal penetrating his bones further as he sinks into a slouch. He wonders what else he has been doing for more than half his life.
No problem, he shrugs, and Jin grins thankfully at him, and they spend time just like that till Kame calls Jin to yell at him.
They bump shoulders as they hop down to the landing, and as they part down different hallways, Toma flips open his phone.
Pi - Let's have barbecue soon.