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maayacolabackupOne. Yamapi +Jin friendship. Roadtrips.
Jin throws his suitcase haphazardly into the trunk, and Yamapi winces. “Take it easy.”
“This car is older than your mother,” Jin yells through the window. “What’s one more scratch?”
“Why does it always have to be about my mother?” Yamapi grumbles, and Jin hears him. Well, Jin probably just knows what Yamapi said, what with the decade of conditioning that has been their friendship.
“Your mother is a lot older than my mother,” Jin replies, opening the door and glaring inside, dropping his backpack on the floor in the passenger seat before digging into his pockets and pulling out his wallet and keys so that they wouldn’t dig into his ass during the ride.
“You smell like corn chips,” Yamapi says, when Jin gets in the car.
“I was out of cereal so I ate two bags of Fritos,” Jin says, reclining the passenger seat all the way down so that he looks more like he’s about to watch television than go on a trip. “Stop bitching.”
“Jin, that’s disgusting,” Yamapi says, because Yamapi uses mouthwash, so Jin doesn’t have to know that his breakfast was Cheetos. “You could have brushed your teeth.”
“I brush my teeth before breakfast,” Jin says, making a big show of digging through his backpack for gum. “Are you going to be this annoying the whole trip? If so, I can take my suitcase right back out of the car and we can call it a day.”
“You’re not the one who is going to spend the whole trip trying not to gag on the smell of over-processed snack foods.”
“It’s not going to be that long,” Jin says, pushing his hair out of his eyes and pulling on a beanie. “Just about the next twenty minutes, until I whine about being tired enough times that you’ll stop at a Starbucks. Then the car will smell like mocha latte.”
“You look like a homeless child,” Yamapi says, starting the ignition as Jin fastens his seatbelt.
“Not all of us go on road trips dressed up like middle aged bikers from the 80s,” Jin replies, side-eying Yamapi’s leather jacket. “Plus, Meisa keeps making me dress ‘like an adult’. I want to wear the baggiest, most repulsive clothing I own, just to get it out of my system.”
Yamapi hadn’t known about Meisa. Yamapi hasn’t known about a lot of things in Jin’s life lately. That’s why they’re taking a trip. To reconnect.
“Glad we’re doing this,” Yamapi says, as he pulls out onto the road.
“Me too,” Jin says, and when he chances a look over at Jin, Jin is beaming. “I missed you.”
Two. Akame. Pre-marriage. Endings.
“We were in love, once,” Kame says, letting his fingers tiptoe up Jin’s arm, pausing to tease in the crook of his elbow. “Weren’t we?”
“Yes,” Jin says; a breathy whisper that crawls up Kame’s spine and unexpectedly sinks into him like claws, rending flesh from bone. “We were.”
Kame leans forward, letting his lips press softly against Jin’s pulse, the skin of Jin’s neck still as soft as Kame remembers it being.
Kame can recall, with frightening clarity, the way it looks sweat-slicked and flush, Jin’s eyes wide and wild, chest heaving as Kame…
“We were just kids, then,” Jin says, his own hands sliding up Kame’s arms, Kame’s muscles clenching under Jin’s warm palms.
Jin’s hands find their way into Kame’s hair, and nostalgia is like a bitter pill.
“We were,” Kame agrees, and Jin shudders as Kame pushes his nose into the hollow there, where Jin’s neck and shoulder meet. Jin’s hands tighten, and it hurts, but not too much. Not enough that Kame would say something.
Kame has a high tolerance for pain.
“Now you’re all grown up,” Jin says, and Kame can feel the words on his forehead, Jin’s full lips brushing across the skin there, and Kame fists his hands in the soft material of Jin’s t-shirt, dragging him into a hug.
“And you?” Kame asks, mouth wandering, finding that space behind Jin’s ear that always makes Jin shiver, with anticipation or greed or maybe a little bit of despair.
“I don’t know,” Jin says, and his voice sounds a bit like it’s coming through an old radio- distorted and crackling. “I don’t feel grown up.”
Kame lifts his head, and looks into Jin’s eyes. Jin’s eyes are wet, and scared, they way he looks during interviews nowadays, when Kame sees him on TV. When Kame can bear to see him on TV.
“What are you afraid of?” Kame asks, and Jin blinks quickly to clear his eyes.
“Everything,” Jin says, and then he leans forward to kiss Kame, desperately, teeth clacking against Kame’s and that hurts too, but not as much as the way Jin’s kiss feels like goodbye. Jin draws back, and his gaze feels like goodbye, too. “Things are going to have to be different now.”
Three. Jin + baby. Stolen moments.
“Hi,” Jin says, tickling his son’s feet. The baby squirms and giggles. “Hi there.”
Jin’s hands leave the little toes to straighten the blankets, a soft lavender that he’d picked out himself before he knew whether it would be a boy or a girl. They’re a soft fleece. It’s the sort of fabric Jin himself likes, so he knew it would be perfect.
His son watches him with big eyes, mouth in an ‘o’ of confusion. It makes something ooze, warm and liquid, down Jin’s chest. He thinks it might be his heart melting, the way it does every time he looks at his little boy.
Jin’s had a lot go wrong, lately, but one of those things will never, ever be his son. “I wasn’t expecting you,” Jin whispers, and his son blinks twice at the sound of Jin speaking to him voice sotto. “Not for a few more years, at least.”
Jin straightens, so he can look properly into the bassinet from above. He can smell soy sauce from the kitchen, and wonders what his wife is up to.
A tiny hand reaches out and grabs his shirt, tugging on it like his baby is trying to keep him from leaving, and it makes Jin laugh. He reaches down into the bassinet and lifts his son up and into his arms.
“But don’t you worry,” Jin says. “I’m going to be the best dad ever.” He nuzzles his nose against the baby’s, eliciting another hiccup-like laugh. “It’s the job I’ve always wanted most, anyway.”
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Date: 2012-05-07 11:15 pm (UTC)I love it,
I can totally imaging Pin friendship being exactly like that, all smoth and natural^^
And Jin with his baby was really cute and touching, I canb´t imaging Meisa cooking tho lol!^^
Thanks a lot for this, it was wonderful^_^