Jin, already not in the best of moods, feels his temper fray. "Kame, what," he bites out, the words sharp and abrupt. Kame lifts the arm over his eyes and takes in Jin's narrowed eyes and the stubborn set of his mouth.at a glance. Jin's annoyance increases when Kame just eyes him from head to toe for a long moment, and then shrugs as Kame places his arm back over his eyes.
"Kame," Jin tries again, the irritation bleeding over in his voice. "You're on my couch."
Kame doesn't even bother to look at Jin this time. "I brought you your schedule for the month," he said in a bored tone. "The one that you'd forgotten at Music Station today when you rushed out for filming."
Jin feels his temper flare unreasonably, and tries not to give in to the urge to just push Kame off the couch. His couch.
"Fine. Thank you," he snaps, taking off his shirt with hangry motions and flinging it on the table and starts on his pants. He's damned if he's going to let anyone stop him from enjoying his couch when he wants to. "Now get off my couch."
"Kame," Jin tries again, the irritation bleeding over in his voice. "You're on my couch."
Kame doesn't even bother to look at Jin this time. "I brought you your schedule for the month," he said in a bored tone. "The one that you'd forgotten at Music Station today when you rushed out for filming."
Jin feels his temper flare unreasonably, and tries not to give in to the urge to just push Kame off the couch. His couch.
"Fine. Thank you," he snaps, taking off his shirt with hangry motions and flinging it on the table and starts on his pants. He's damned if he's going to let anyone stop him from enjoying his couch when he wants to. "Now get off my couch."
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