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Jin turned in on a back street with less traffic, where he could go faster. Kame rested his chin against Jin’s broad shoulders and thought that Jin could probably race them within inches of their lives and Kame would still be perfectly alright with it. He felt safe.
It felt like there was something Kame was supposed to say when he handed the helmet back to Jin. Something more substantial than Thanks for the ride. But he couldn’t think of anything, couldn’t figure it out. He sucked in a breath. Jin looked at him, a slight narrowing of his eyes, a questioning rise of his eyebrows ( ... )
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AHHHHHHHH MOTORCYCLE FIC ADSFFSAFASFA and the end. IT'S CHANGING. THEIR RELATIONSHIP. CHANGING. FOR THE BETTER.
DOE SNOT FAIL AT ALL.
I'M SORRY I FLAIL, INCOHERENCE AND KEYBOARD SMASHINGALL OVER THE PLACE. cannot properly thank you. ADFASff
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SERIOUSLY. akjdngaeirun SO HAPPY YOU'RE NOT DISPLEASEDaiugnreuern ♥
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unspoken ai
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“Where are you going?” he asked, hurrying after Kame on unsteady legs, his face still shining with sweat.
“Home,” Kame answered curtly.
“Why?” Jin said and grabbed hold of his arm to make him stop. “Are you angry?”
“No,” Kame said and desperately searched the street for a taxi.
“You aren’t?” Jin asked and swayed a little on his feet. “Do you believe that yourself?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kame said and raised his hand to a passing car.
“Then what the fuck is it that does matter ( ... )
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