[FIC] CLUB AK47 - Chapter 8
Title : Club AK47 - Chapter 8
Author : chibitanz
Pairing : Akame, RyoKame, PiKame, RyoDa, RyoUchi, JinxOC, RyoxOC, JinDa and more to come so basically its decagon.
Disclaimer : dont own no shit but the plot.
Ratings : NC 17 all in all.
Warnings : dont fucking read in a hurry. i tend to make draggy fics. and my muses come and go so naturally sometimes the storyline gets sidetracked.
Summary : backfiring of a voted stupid plan of Uchi's. Yamapi gets into action, a slaphappy Kame and a bar owner turned shrink Jin.
Jin cracked an eye open and utter darkness came into his view. It wasn’t morning clearly it wasn’t since the streetlights and board neon lights from the city outside his window were still on.
He shook his head off the dizziness from his mind and tried to move his hand, hitting something in the process. His hand had come into contact with Kame’s left arm to which the latter had groaned displeased but nevertheless sleeping soundly.
Kazuya…
The watch he felt from the small table next to his bed showed 3 a.m.
I took advantage of him, didn’t I? Jin brushed back his hair as he sat up and his eyes stared at the sleeping boy.
He came for comfort and I…
He sighed, getting up and began searching for his clothes from the mixed up pile on the floor. Grabbing his suit after dressed up into his pants and shirt again, he stood at the door of his bedroom hesitating to turn the knob.
He looked at the sleeping figure again and strolled over to leave a kiss on the younger boy’s forehead before lifting up the blanket only to cover Kame with it again.
I’m the worst,
-
“What? Can’t they get over a day without any cocktails? We have beers and vodka, any fucking range of strong alcohol they can possibly find in this place and they get all fucked up because of no cocktails? Fuck them,” Jin spat when Shige hurried over to tell the boss about a few guys getting worked up over the absence of the cocktail maker.
Shige bowed and hurried to add, “But they were looking for Kame-chan, actually.”
Jin frowned and just before he could ask, two guys came and stood in front of him looking arrogant and thuggish. “So you’re the boss here, aye?”
Inching closer to examine their faces, Jin concluded they were around Kame’s age and seemed absolutely stupid about drinking - they were probably here just to look at Kame’s face or eager for more than just a look.
“What do you want with my boy?” Jin asked boldly.
The two men snickered as they stared at each other. One of them who had multiple piercings on each side of his ears and around his mouth raised an eyebrow. “Your boy, eh?”
The other man stepped forward with a dirty grin; his teeth were yellow and his breath was rancid enough to wilt any plants or living creatures for that matter.
“You see, Mr Boss, we’ve been noticing your boy a couple of days ago since he began working that is. So if by “my boy”” the man mocked with two fingers from two of his hands as he said, “you don’t mean that you have any relationship with him apart from just boss and co-worker that kind, surely you don’t mind telling us where we could find him?”
Fucking assholes doesn’t even know what they’re asking for.
Jin smiled and stood straight leaning his weight on both legs. His voice was almost quiet like a warning which Jin decided it would be especially to these two perverts.
“When I said ‘my boy’, it clearly defines that he’s taken, by yours truly. If any or the two of you at once touched a hair on his body, I’ll make sure most certainly that you will wish you’d used those,” Jin eyed their cocks. “Before coming onto my Kazuya.”
The two men eyed each other and shrugged. They walked away back to their seats and remained talking with the girls they brought in when they first came in.
He sighed when his mind was brought back to Kame again. He wondered what the boy was doing now. Was he still asleep? Had he woken up and realized that Jin had left his side?
Jin went into the locker room and took that one apron he recognized hung on the hook of the wall neatly belonged to Kame and wrapped it around his waist.
He took his place behind the counter and began pouring coloured liquids from one glass to another.
-
“You?” Koki barked when he saw who came to take a seat in front of him.
This guy - from where the hell he’d gotten Koki’s number the latter had no idea entirely - had texted Koki saying he knew about the baldy having a schoolgirl crush on Kamenashi Kazuya.
Apparently it was Uchi Hiroki who Koki came to know as Kame’s best friend.
He shook his head slowly, amazed. “Why’d you say that you want Kame-chan to leave his current boyfriend?”
Koki was implying the text message Uchi had sent to him the previous night. Uchi had told Koki that he’d wanted Kame to leave Ryo and in the process of doing that Uchi would make Kame try to like Koki adding that this would be a secret plan they both would commit.
“Well, you liked Kame-chan and I love Ryo.” Uchi said simply.
“You like Kame-chan’s boyfriend?”
Uchi nodded. “The feeling is mutual.”
Koki slammed his fist on the table, making Uchi jump from his seat. “What the fuck? You… You dated Kame-chan’s boyfriend behind his back?” He roared.
Uchi looked away embarrassed. Somehow when Koki asked him that and in a fucking loud and mad voice, he felt even guiltier.
“You’re his best friend!”
Uchi fisted his hand on his jeans and nodded as he kept his eyes on his sneakers. “I know. I know.”
“Ryo came to me and it’s not like I can choose…”
Koki narrowed his eyes at Uchi’s confession. “Not like you can choose? Fuck, of course you can. You can abso-fucking-lutely choose to betray your best friend or not! Did this Ryo guy point a fucking gun at your head and told you to fuck him or else? I’m sure as hell he didn’t.”
“It’s you, don’t you think so? You’re a piece of lusty fuck that was one shame of a best friend. You don’t deserve a friend like Kame.”
“And if I ever see this Ryo guy, I’d probably feel like cutting off his dick or I’ll even do it.”
Uchi heard the sound of a chair being dragged from the floor and when he looked up, Koki was standing with an arrogant face fixed on him.
“I won’t do this. It’s very low and I have considered a long time ago that Kame-chan is my best friend. The fuck I am going to betray him.” Koki said and stomped away.
Uchi was left alone sitting in the middle of the empty cafeteria with Koki’s words continued repeating in his mind like a jammed tape.
-
When he woke up that very morning, he sat on the bed trying to regain his memory of last night. The second thing he noticed was the absence of a man that should be there right next to him when he wakes up because there usually is after a session and the throbbing pain of his hole.
The third thing was that he was in that man’s room still.
The last thing he finally realized was that he was late for his class of the day in the university.
Classes on that morning were what Kame could say for himself as a one hell of a running good luck. He went to class without even a single stationery on his hands and just sat in the lecture hall and waited for the teacher to walk in, ignoring the stinging pain on his lower body.
Then came a substitute lecturer who only speaks with himself all throughout the class and the whole class of students practically had their face on the table, including Kame himself.
When the bell rang, Kame thought he had to deal with another two naps but he checked his schedule and his stomach made a jump adding also a huge grin on his face as his schedule showed that there were no more classes for him.
So he was dismissed at an hour before noon and with plenty of time in his hands, he decided to take a long walk at the park.
He didn’t want to go back to Uchi’s place but then he realized that he hadn’t his own proper clothing in a long time as the one he was currently wearing belonged to Uchi’s. Kame had counted himself lucky when Uchi wasn’t around for the classes.
Then he remembered he also had his other stuff at Ryo’s place. His school books especially since he found it irrelevant to borrow Uchi’s any longer.
He wondered the condition of his house after being left empty for so long.
“Kame-chan?” A familiar voice interrupted his troubled mind.
His eyebrows arched up and his heartbeat increased when he saw a familiar figure appearing from behind the long bench he sat on.
“Yamashita-san?”
Yamapi grinned and took a seat next to his fan.
“I thought I told you to call me Yamapi.” He messed Kame’s hair like a kid.
Kame didn’t mind his hair being messed - especially not when it was Yamapi who did it - and he nodded shyly. “Yamapi…”
“What are you doing here?” They both asked at the same time and grinned when it came out.
“What are you doing here?” Yamapi asked again.
“My class ended early. I was thinking.” Kame said.
“Thinking of what? What are you thinking of?” He stared at Kame’s face, at the lips longer than intended.
Kame watched his own two legs moving back and forth. “Thinking of where I should go first. It’s a long story.”
“I’m sure I can keep up,” Yamapi urged.
Kame smiled and began talking. “If you don’t mind,” Kame watched Yamapi’s eyes who only reflected to him curiosity.
“I got cheated on and my best friend was one of wheels.” Kame said.
“The third wheel, you mean?”
Kame shook his head and laughed softly. “I don’t know. Maybe the fourth, the fifth? Or maybe it was me being the extra. I don’t know.”
“You best friend went behind your back? That’s outrageous.”
Kame nodded and kept his eyes on the ground. “And now I have to retrieve my stuff, I don’t know where I should go first: my friend’s or my ex’s.”
They both heard someone walking behind and at the same time the pair turned, the stranger turned as well and the three pairs of eyes met.
“Kame…”
At the instant, Kame felt his heart pumped faster. He turned away from the eyes he didn’t want to see anymore.
“Ryo-chan?” Yamapi looked at his friend and then back to Kame who pretended he didn’t see anything or anyone in the first place.
Ryo was surprised to find his long friend and his boyfriend - he still considered himself being with Kame - together. “Pi, what are you doing here?”
Yamapi ignored the question. “You know Kame-chan?”
“He’s my boyfriend.” Ryo said.
Kame mumbled loud enough for the two friends to hear, “No, I’m not.”
Ryo walked over from behind and came to stand in front of Kame. “Kame, please don’t do this. Let’s go home.”
“So you’re the asshole that cheated on him?” Yamapi asked smartly.
Ryo sighed. “Not you too?”
“That’s enough telling the whole world about this. I’m taking you home.” Ryo grunted and grabbed Kame’s arm harshly.
“Hey, you’re hurting me! Let go!” Kame winced and used his free hand to push Ryo away but he was hurting because Ryo grabbed his earlier bruised arm.
Yamapi stood up and pushed Ryo away making the latter fall on his ass. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Stay out of this, Pi.” Ryo yelled.
Kame tried to run away from the scene but Ryo was faster and pulled him by the wrist again. “Come back to me, Kame, please,”
“Get off… please,” Kame said and pulled his wrist free.
Yamapi huffed. “That’s enough,” He strolled over to Ryo and landed a hard punch on his face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you and Jin?” Ryo shouted when he fell from the punch.
“Jin?” Yamapi and Kame asked.
“Jin punched you?” Kame hurried to Ryo and caressed the latter’s face. Kame couldn’t see his ex in pain; he couldn’t even stop himself from rushing to Ryo.
Ryo grabbed Kame’s hands softly when he thought he was too rough and stared pleadingly into Kame’s eyes. “I’m sorry, please come back… Please,”
It hurt Kame as much as it hurt Ryo with the punch Yamapi gave but the younger boy couldn’t feel sorry enough to forgive Ryo anymore.
“I’m sorry. I’ll take my things from your place and leave.” Kame said.
He stood up and left the place, Yamapi followed suit without looking back at Ryo.
As they walked, Kame couldn’t stop wondering why Jin had punched Ryo and thinking about Jin, where had the older boy gone and why hadn’t he come home even after the club had closed.
I don’t believe the three of us could fall for the same person. Yamapi looked at Kame.
-
“Jin, wake up. Come on, get up, man.” Shirota nudged the man finding comfort in his bed and his blanket also his fluffy pillow.
Jin grunted and shifted his body. “Okay, okay,”
He dragged his feet into the bathroom and cleaned his teeth using a toothbrush of his own he’d left it there for times like this.
Shirota prepared his best friend lunch and knowing Jin, he’d placed Jin’s part on the table in front of the television.
Jin sat down and began poking on his food while keeping his eyes on the screen.
“You gonna tell me or what?” Shirota asked from the dining table.
Jin frowned. “Do I have to?”
“Yes you most fucking have to. It kills me to see your sad little face appearing in my door, disrupting my beauty sleep at fucking 5 a.m.”
Jin took a bite off his food and started explaining. “There’s this guy, he works at my club -“
“Oh yeah, talking ‘bout your club, I haven’t been there since it opened,” Shirota cut in.
Jin glared at his friend and continued talking, “So I was saying, he works at my club; he’s my cocktail maker,”
“Cocktail maker sounds so wrong,” Shirota snickered.
“And he was stuck into this squared relationship, he’s boyfriend cheated on him with god knows how many dicks and pussies and he came to me - no, actually I brought him to my place and yeah, we had sex.”
Jin gobbled on his food and with his mouth full, he said again, “His boyfriend was Nishikido Ryo, my high school friend I used to tell you about.”
“And you fell for him,” Shirota pointed.
Jin almost choked on his food that exact second. “Fall for who? Ryo? Don’t be stupid,”
“Dumbass, you know who I was talking about,” Shirota came to sit behind him on the couch.
Jin scoffed. “Of course not. I’m not falling for Kazuya.” What a lie.
“Kazuya, eh? Do I need to know who this Kazuya person is?”
“No, you don’t.” Jin retorted quickly. He didn’t want another person to fall for Kame again. Pi was rival enough.
Shirota grinned and flipped the channels.
-
Kame could worship Yamapi for the car the latter had drove because the younger boy hadn’t expected himself to have so many things in Ryo’s place. With the assistance from Yamapi and his car, Kame didn’t have to make double trips to Ryo’s and Uchi’s place.
“I’m sorry I kept it for so long, here you go,” Kame passed the muffler wrapped neatly in plastics to Yamapi.
Yamapi grinned. “Keep it. I wasn’t expecting you to return it anyway,”
Kame pushed the package into Yamapi’s hand, not taking whatever the singer said. “No, it’s not nice,”
Giving up, Yamapi took it and messed Kame’s hair. “You’re so cute,”
-
Yamapi drove them back to Kame’s place and helped the younger boy unload his belongings back into his house.
“I don’t believe you. From the two places, the only stuff that was heavy enough was your DVDs and books. What about your clothes? There were only like four pairs I saw,”
Kame giggled. “I don’t really care about my clothes. I’m a boring guy, all I ever do is just sitting in front of the tv or just plain reading,”
“You don’t hang out or something? What about your social life?” Yamapi asked.
“I do hang out, just with friends I do. I don’t just ask a stranger to drink with me if that’s what you mean. Besides, I’m not one for the crowds. I usually only fancy being alone or with a company.” Kame placed his DVDs back into the rack where they were originally belonged.
He took two cans of beer from his ice box and offered one to the singer.
“Thanks,” Yamapi kept his eyes on the younger boy.
They sat down on opposing side between a small table. “No, thank you. For helping me with my stuff. This is all I could give in return,” Kame rubbed his head, implying the beer.
You could accept my feelings… Should I confess?
Kame seemed to be lost in his daydreaming as the younger boy stared above the ceiling. Yamapi noticed the younger boy had quite a home. He also noticed that Kame wasn’t very much a neat person with his clothes thrown everywhere and books piled up to a heap in the middle of the room.
Totally contradicting with Kame’s appearance. Who would have thought? Yamapi grinned to himself.
“Kame-chan…” Yamapi called.
“Hm?”
“I… There’s uh something I need to tell you…”
Kame turned his eyes from the ceiling and onto Yamapi’s. “What is it?”
Yamapi fidgeted at first, and then he inhaled deep to calm himself down. “Will you…”
Kame scooted closer. “Will you…?”
“Will you go out with me?”
The both of them then could hear the sound of the air conditioner and the water boiling that made a bubbling sound.
Kame stared at Yamapi, the bombshell he received was slowly being digested and by every minute he was digesting the fact that the singer had asked him out his mind gets dizzier.
Yamapi gulped. Is Kame being quiet was a form a reject?
Kame was utterly perplexed. He didn’t have any idea what kind or in what form of a reply he should give to the man waiting in front of him.
He could see vivid images of last night replying in his mind - his mind had immediately gone to Jin. Was there a reason Jin left him alone sleeping and didn’t come back home? Was Jin trying to avoid him?
Kame surely felt something last night. Everything Jin said had completely calmed his senses.
But he hadn’t said anything about starting something with Jin and neither did the older boy himself. Maybe Jin hadn’t taken the sex seriously.
Perhaps it was only a way of showing his empathy - the sex.
I shouldn’t expect more from Jin.
“What about the media?” Kame said finally.
Yamapi scratched his head, obviously hadn’t given the fact that he was a country’s pop sensation into a thought. Kame grinned at Yamapi’s air headedness.
Kame thought the idea was almost ridiculous and there was almost no way they can run away from the media because Yamapi’s face was almost on every billboard in the whole of Japan.
He was going to desperately reject Yamapi before the latter beat him to words.
“Disguises. Or I can come over to your place and spend time indoors with you, if you don’t mind…” He suggested.
Kame raised his eyebrows at Yamapi’s persistence. “Of course I won’t mind but my place is normal and there won’t be much to do around here, I’m afraid I’ll be a bore,”
“Kame-chan, I don’t grow up with a silver spoon you know and my house is just exactly like yours, only a bit bigger because I live with my sister and my mother,”
“Uh then if you don’t mind…”
“Please take care of me then!” Yamapi said cheerfully.
His phone then rang to the music of his own song and he picked it up, placing on his ear. “Yamapi,” he said. “Alright, I’ll come over now,”
He turned to Kame and the latter had quite an uneasy expression which went unnoticed to Yamapi. “Kame-chan, I have to get back to the studio now. The manager needs me for something. I’ll call you, alright? Or you can call me if you want to,” He extended a hand, waiting for Kame’s phone.
Kame gave Yamapi his phone and the singer quickly typed his own email and saved in under the name ‘Pi <3’.
Kame followed Yamapi to the door and before he leaves, he’d instinctively placed a kiss on Kame’s lips. “See you soon,” Yamapi said.
The younger boy froze on the spot.
-
Jin tapped his feet nervously as he looked at his wrist watch every half a minute and in just about five minutes, Kame would walk into the place and Jin had to pretend the truth that last night they indeed had sex was normal.
The door was pushed open and in came Kame in clothes that seemed fitting him. The younger boy huffed and rubbed his gloved hands together as he strolled casually into the locker room.
Jin deliberately moved from the blind spot of the club and towards the counter seats where Kame could have a perfect view of him. He wanted Kame to see him and what the latter’s expression would be like when he did.
Kame had kept his head down and Jin didn’t like that. Something was off about the younger boy.
What is he thinking about?
Jin cleared his throat and still no eye contact. Kame was occupying himself with the dripping wet glasses but his eyes were looking into infinity.
“Daiquiri,” Jin growled.
He laughed when Kame winced from his growl and the younger boy blinked as if being hit on the head by a thick book during a nap in class.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to daydream and uh I promise I won’t do it again,” Kame said quickly.
Jin nodded. “It’s fine.”
“I’ll make you uh… what was it you wanted again?” Kame felt so stupid. He shouldn’t be thinking of Yamapi right now when he was working. He was lucky to have a boss like Jin as he shuddered to think what would be the worst case scenario if he was caught daydreaming by a troll boss.
“Daiquiri,” Jin repeated with a glee.
As Kame was fixing the drink, Jin couldn’t help but wonder about the younger boy’s indifference. They had sex last night and there weren’t any confessions of love like there would usually be and Kame didn’t even ask about Jin’s whereabouts until tonight.
Was Kame daydreaming about the session they had last night? Did Kame regret about doing it with him?
Jin sighed inwardly. I knew it. It was a mistake. Now I’d make him all the more guiltier.
Kame placed the drink in front of Jin. They kept the eye contact in silence as Jin gulped down the drink slowly.
“Ouch,” Kame winced when Shige bumped into his left arm while carrying the trays.
“Sorry, Kame-chan,” Shige bowed and left quickly.
Jin was aware of Kame’s twisted expression when the younger boy’s trembling finger felt his left arm. That was the same arm Kame had earlier had a wrapped in bandage.
“You okay?” Jin asked.
Kame nodded and smiled weirdly. “Yeah, fine.”
Jin knew better. He narrowed his eyes and said, “I don’t believe you,” and yanked Kame closer to him by his left wrist.
He saw how the boy groaned silently when Jin’s fingers traced lightly on the sleeves hiding the arm before he pulled it up to reveal a swollen arm.
“What the fuck? You’re definitely not okay,” Jin scolded as he looked at the bruised arm.
“Don’t touch it,” Kame stopped Jin who was going to felt the throbbing bruise.
Jin looked at Kame worriedly. “Kazu, you need to get to the hospital.”
Kame couldn’t even protest or say anything else before Jin - yet again - grabbed him by the waist and pulled him outside.
The car ride was silent and Kame was ashamed of himself having Jin to care so much for him and his work wasn’t even considered a work seeing him skipping out so many nights.
Now that they were alone, Kame wanted so much to ask Jin everything about last night.
“Uh, Jin…” he started.
“Can I ask you something?”
Here it comes. “What is it?” Jin kept his eyes on the road.
“What do you think of Yamapi?”
Not what I wanted to hear from you.
Jin cleared his throat. “Yamapi? He’s… a nice guy. A very nice guy indeed.”
Kame nodded.
Please don’t tell me you met Yamapi today.
“I met him today,” Kame said.
Fuck,
“He helped me clean up and… we talked.”
“About? What did you guys talked about?” Jin asked quickly, fearing for the worst.
Kame hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he ought to tell Jin about his problems. He was treating his boss like his own personal shrink. This wasn’t right.
“You can tell me anything,” Jin said, as if he could read Kame’s mind and he’d love it so much if the younger boy would keep talking to him. Kame had a really adorable voice.
“He… uh sort of asked me out,” Kame said softly.
Jin hit the brake pedal so hard and he was relieved he could use the excuse for the red traffic light in front. His turned his body to face Kame who was looking at his fingers.
“What did you tell him?”
“I wanted to tell him that it wouldn’t work, not when he was going to be chased by the paparazzi and all…”
Jin felt a sudden relieve in his nerves.
“But he said it will work out. He said he was going to come to my place and we’ll stay indoor if I wished to.”
Fuck your virgin hole, Pi. Jin cursed angrily in his mind.
“Am I doing the wrong thing saying its fine if he wants to but will I be causing him trouble like that?” Kame asked timidly.
I can’t say you are. Pi likes you and it’s not like I can do anything to stop him.
“You’re not. Don’t worry about it. Pi is a nice guy.” Jin tried to smile.
Kame nodded slowly. “There’s something else I…”
“We’re here,” Jin said, not hearing Kame.
He parked the car and led the way into the building with Kame following behind.
I wanted to ask where have you been today…
“I’ll wait for you here,” Jin smiled and took a seat outside the consultation room.
-
Ueda felt for the light switch in the room.
He had a long day and hadn’t even taken a meal the whole day. Reaching for the voicemail messages button on his telephone, he began taking off his working attire as he listened to each messages.
“Tat-chan! This is Koki. Hey let’s meet up. Yama-chan and I planned a gathering someday. Call me,” there was a beep tone signifying there wasn’t any messages left.
Ueda stopped in his tracks when he heard the last message from his cousin Tanaka Koki.
He sauntered slowly to his couch and took out a small photo from his wallet.
A single tear rolled down from the corner of his right eye as his index finger traced the outlines of the four boys under a blanket smiling happily.
a/n : omg dammit i'm like so fucked up lately. there was nothing for me to do and i was fine like that but there was just something bugging me and i dont even know what. -_______-
a/n 2: OMG I LOVE THEM COMMENTS. THEY SHOWED HOW MUCH YOU ADORE ME MY WORKS! (yes its hardly the truth just let me say it please?) anyway keep them coming because i'll be darn happy to reply them!!
a/n 3 : as much as i'd like to reply to your pumpkins, can i just go to bed first please? its a fucking 3:25 a.m. and i'm not lying i had to go dye my hair tomorrow because quoting mum "Fuck your black hair already. I'm taking you to dye it brown tomorrow. Wake up early or prepare for a nice scream in the morning." hmm yeah my mum the comedian. so i'll reply to your pumpkins tomorrow! give me freaking pumpkins alright?!
Author : chibitanz
Pairing : Akame, RyoKame, PiKame, RyoDa, RyoUchi, JinxOC, RyoxOC, JinDa and more to come so basically its decagon.
Disclaimer : dont own no shit but the plot.
Ratings : NC 17 all in all.
Warnings : dont fucking read in a hurry. i tend to make draggy fics. and my muses come and go so naturally sometimes the storyline gets sidetracked.
Summary : backfiring of a voted stupid plan of Uchi's. Yamapi gets into action, a slaphappy Kame and a bar owner turned shrink Jin.
Jin cracked an eye open and utter darkness came into his view. It wasn’t morning clearly it wasn’t since the streetlights and board neon lights from the city outside his window were still on.
He shook his head off the dizziness from his mind and tried to move his hand, hitting something in the process. His hand had come into contact with Kame’s left arm to which the latter had groaned displeased but nevertheless sleeping soundly.
Kazuya…
The watch he felt from the small table next to his bed showed 3 a.m.
I took advantage of him, didn’t I? Jin brushed back his hair as he sat up and his eyes stared at the sleeping boy.
He came for comfort and I…
He sighed, getting up and began searching for his clothes from the mixed up pile on the floor. Grabbing his suit after dressed up into his pants and shirt again, he stood at the door of his bedroom hesitating to turn the knob.
He looked at the sleeping figure again and strolled over to leave a kiss on the younger boy’s forehead before lifting up the blanket only to cover Kame with it again.
I’m the worst,
-
“What? Can’t they get over a day without any cocktails? We have beers and vodka, any fucking range of strong alcohol they can possibly find in this place and they get all fucked up because of no cocktails? Fuck them,” Jin spat when Shige hurried over to tell the boss about a few guys getting worked up over the absence of the cocktail maker.
Shige bowed and hurried to add, “But they were looking for Kame-chan, actually.”
Jin frowned and just before he could ask, two guys came and stood in front of him looking arrogant and thuggish. “So you’re the boss here, aye?”
Inching closer to examine their faces, Jin concluded they were around Kame’s age and seemed absolutely stupid about drinking - they were probably here just to look at Kame’s face or eager for more than just a look.
“What do you want with my boy?” Jin asked boldly.
The two men snickered as they stared at each other. One of them who had multiple piercings on each side of his ears and around his mouth raised an eyebrow. “Your boy, eh?”
The other man stepped forward with a dirty grin; his teeth were yellow and his breath was rancid enough to wilt any plants or living creatures for that matter.
“You see, Mr Boss, we’ve been noticing your boy a couple of days ago since he began working that is. So if by “my boy”” the man mocked with two fingers from two of his hands as he said, “you don’t mean that you have any relationship with him apart from just boss and co-worker that kind, surely you don’t mind telling us where we could find him?”
Fucking assholes doesn’t even know what they’re asking for.
Jin smiled and stood straight leaning his weight on both legs. His voice was almost quiet like a warning which Jin decided it would be especially to these two perverts.
“When I said ‘my boy’, it clearly defines that he’s taken, by yours truly. If any or the two of you at once touched a hair on his body, I’ll make sure most certainly that you will wish you’d used those,” Jin eyed their cocks. “Before coming onto my Kazuya.”
The two men eyed each other and shrugged. They walked away back to their seats and remained talking with the girls they brought in when they first came in.
He sighed when his mind was brought back to Kame again. He wondered what the boy was doing now. Was he still asleep? Had he woken up and realized that Jin had left his side?
Jin went into the locker room and took that one apron he recognized hung on the hook of the wall neatly belonged to Kame and wrapped it around his waist.
He took his place behind the counter and began pouring coloured liquids from one glass to another.
-
“You?” Koki barked when he saw who came to take a seat in front of him.
This guy - from where the hell he’d gotten Koki’s number the latter had no idea entirely - had texted Koki saying he knew about the baldy having a schoolgirl crush on Kamenashi Kazuya.
Apparently it was Uchi Hiroki who Koki came to know as Kame’s best friend.
He shook his head slowly, amazed. “Why’d you say that you want Kame-chan to leave his current boyfriend?”
Koki was implying the text message Uchi had sent to him the previous night. Uchi had told Koki that he’d wanted Kame to leave Ryo and in the process of doing that Uchi would make Kame try to like Koki adding that this would be a secret plan they both would commit.
“Well, you liked Kame-chan and I love Ryo.” Uchi said simply.
“You like Kame-chan’s boyfriend?”
Uchi nodded. “The feeling is mutual.”
Koki slammed his fist on the table, making Uchi jump from his seat. “What the fuck? You… You dated Kame-chan’s boyfriend behind his back?” He roared.
Uchi looked away embarrassed. Somehow when Koki asked him that and in a fucking loud and mad voice, he felt even guiltier.
“You’re his best friend!”
Uchi fisted his hand on his jeans and nodded as he kept his eyes on his sneakers. “I know. I know.”
“Ryo came to me and it’s not like I can choose…”
Koki narrowed his eyes at Uchi’s confession. “Not like you can choose? Fuck, of course you can. You can abso-fucking-lutely choose to betray your best friend or not! Did this Ryo guy point a fucking gun at your head and told you to fuck him or else? I’m sure as hell he didn’t.”
“It’s you, don’t you think so? You’re a piece of lusty fuck that was one shame of a best friend. You don’t deserve a friend like Kame.”
“And if I ever see this Ryo guy, I’d probably feel like cutting off his dick or I’ll even do it.”
Uchi heard the sound of a chair being dragged from the floor and when he looked up, Koki was standing with an arrogant face fixed on him.
“I won’t do this. It’s very low and I have considered a long time ago that Kame-chan is my best friend. The fuck I am going to betray him.” Koki said and stomped away.
Uchi was left alone sitting in the middle of the empty cafeteria with Koki’s words continued repeating in his mind like a jammed tape.
-
When he woke up that very morning, he sat on the bed trying to regain his memory of last night. The second thing he noticed was the absence of a man that should be there right next to him when he wakes up because there usually is after a session and the throbbing pain of his hole.
The third thing was that he was in that man’s room still.
The last thing he finally realized was that he was late for his class of the day in the university.
Classes on that morning were what Kame could say for himself as a one hell of a running good luck. He went to class without even a single stationery on his hands and just sat in the lecture hall and waited for the teacher to walk in, ignoring the stinging pain on his lower body.
Then came a substitute lecturer who only speaks with himself all throughout the class and the whole class of students practically had their face on the table, including Kame himself.
When the bell rang, Kame thought he had to deal with another two naps but he checked his schedule and his stomach made a jump adding also a huge grin on his face as his schedule showed that there were no more classes for him.
So he was dismissed at an hour before noon and with plenty of time in his hands, he decided to take a long walk at the park.
He didn’t want to go back to Uchi’s place but then he realized that he hadn’t his own proper clothing in a long time as the one he was currently wearing belonged to Uchi’s. Kame had counted himself lucky when Uchi wasn’t around for the classes.
Then he remembered he also had his other stuff at Ryo’s place. His school books especially since he found it irrelevant to borrow Uchi’s any longer.
He wondered the condition of his house after being left empty for so long.
“Kame-chan?” A familiar voice interrupted his troubled mind.
His eyebrows arched up and his heartbeat increased when he saw a familiar figure appearing from behind the long bench he sat on.
“Yamashita-san?”
Yamapi grinned and took a seat next to his fan.
“I thought I told you to call me Yamapi.” He messed Kame’s hair like a kid.
Kame didn’t mind his hair being messed - especially not when it was Yamapi who did it - and he nodded shyly. “Yamapi…”
“What are you doing here?” They both asked at the same time and grinned when it came out.
“What are you doing here?” Yamapi asked again.
“My class ended early. I was thinking.” Kame said.
“Thinking of what? What are you thinking of?” He stared at Kame’s face, at the lips longer than intended.
Kame watched his own two legs moving back and forth. “Thinking of where I should go first. It’s a long story.”
“I’m sure I can keep up,” Yamapi urged.
Kame smiled and began talking. “If you don’t mind,” Kame watched Yamapi’s eyes who only reflected to him curiosity.
“I got cheated on and my best friend was one of wheels.” Kame said.
“The third wheel, you mean?”
Kame shook his head and laughed softly. “I don’t know. Maybe the fourth, the fifth? Or maybe it was me being the extra. I don’t know.”
“You best friend went behind your back? That’s outrageous.”
Kame nodded and kept his eyes on the ground. “And now I have to retrieve my stuff, I don’t know where I should go first: my friend’s or my ex’s.”
They both heard someone walking behind and at the same time the pair turned, the stranger turned as well and the three pairs of eyes met.
“Kame…”
At the instant, Kame felt his heart pumped faster. He turned away from the eyes he didn’t want to see anymore.
“Ryo-chan?” Yamapi looked at his friend and then back to Kame who pretended he didn’t see anything or anyone in the first place.
Ryo was surprised to find his long friend and his boyfriend - he still considered himself being with Kame - together. “Pi, what are you doing here?”
Yamapi ignored the question. “You know Kame-chan?”
“He’s my boyfriend.” Ryo said.
Kame mumbled loud enough for the two friends to hear, “No, I’m not.”
Ryo walked over from behind and came to stand in front of Kame. “Kame, please don’t do this. Let’s go home.”
“So you’re the asshole that cheated on him?” Yamapi asked smartly.
Ryo sighed. “Not you too?”
“That’s enough telling the whole world about this. I’m taking you home.” Ryo grunted and grabbed Kame’s arm harshly.
“Hey, you’re hurting me! Let go!” Kame winced and used his free hand to push Ryo away but he was hurting because Ryo grabbed his earlier bruised arm.
Yamapi stood up and pushed Ryo away making the latter fall on his ass. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Stay out of this, Pi.” Ryo yelled.
Kame tried to run away from the scene but Ryo was faster and pulled him by the wrist again. “Come back to me, Kame, please,”
“Get off… please,” Kame said and pulled his wrist free.
Yamapi huffed. “That’s enough,” He strolled over to Ryo and landed a hard punch on his face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you and Jin?” Ryo shouted when he fell from the punch.
“Jin?” Yamapi and Kame asked.
“Jin punched you?” Kame hurried to Ryo and caressed the latter’s face. Kame couldn’t see his ex in pain; he couldn’t even stop himself from rushing to Ryo.
Ryo grabbed Kame’s hands softly when he thought he was too rough and stared pleadingly into Kame’s eyes. “I’m sorry, please come back… Please,”
It hurt Kame as much as it hurt Ryo with the punch Yamapi gave but the younger boy couldn’t feel sorry enough to forgive Ryo anymore.
“I’m sorry. I’ll take my things from your place and leave.” Kame said.
He stood up and left the place, Yamapi followed suit without looking back at Ryo.
As they walked, Kame couldn’t stop wondering why Jin had punched Ryo and thinking about Jin, where had the older boy gone and why hadn’t he come home even after the club had closed.
I don’t believe the three of us could fall for the same person. Yamapi looked at Kame.
-
“Jin, wake up. Come on, get up, man.” Shirota nudged the man finding comfort in his bed and his blanket also his fluffy pillow.
Jin grunted and shifted his body. “Okay, okay,”
He dragged his feet into the bathroom and cleaned his teeth using a toothbrush of his own he’d left it there for times like this.
Shirota prepared his best friend lunch and knowing Jin, he’d placed Jin’s part on the table in front of the television.
Jin sat down and began poking on his food while keeping his eyes on the screen.
“You gonna tell me or what?” Shirota asked from the dining table.
Jin frowned. “Do I have to?”
“Yes you most fucking have to. It kills me to see your sad little face appearing in my door, disrupting my beauty sleep at fucking 5 a.m.”
Jin took a bite off his food and started explaining. “There’s this guy, he works at my club -“
“Oh yeah, talking ‘bout your club, I haven’t been there since it opened,” Shirota cut in.
Jin glared at his friend and continued talking, “So I was saying, he works at my club; he’s my cocktail maker,”
“Cocktail maker sounds so wrong,” Shirota snickered.
“And he was stuck into this squared relationship, he’s boyfriend cheated on him with god knows how many dicks and pussies and he came to me - no, actually I brought him to my place and yeah, we had sex.”
Jin gobbled on his food and with his mouth full, he said again, “His boyfriend was Nishikido Ryo, my high school friend I used to tell you about.”
“And you fell for him,” Shirota pointed.
Jin almost choked on his food that exact second. “Fall for who? Ryo? Don’t be stupid,”
“Dumbass, you know who I was talking about,” Shirota came to sit behind him on the couch.
Jin scoffed. “Of course not. I’m not falling for Kazuya.” What a lie.
“Kazuya, eh? Do I need to know who this Kazuya person is?”
“No, you don’t.” Jin retorted quickly. He didn’t want another person to fall for Kame again. Pi was rival enough.
Shirota grinned and flipped the channels.
-
Kame could worship Yamapi for the car the latter had drove because the younger boy hadn’t expected himself to have so many things in Ryo’s place. With the assistance from Yamapi and his car, Kame didn’t have to make double trips to Ryo’s and Uchi’s place.
“I’m sorry I kept it for so long, here you go,” Kame passed the muffler wrapped neatly in plastics to Yamapi.
Yamapi grinned. “Keep it. I wasn’t expecting you to return it anyway,”
Kame pushed the package into Yamapi’s hand, not taking whatever the singer said. “No, it’s not nice,”
Giving up, Yamapi took it and messed Kame’s hair. “You’re so cute,”
-
Yamapi drove them back to Kame’s place and helped the younger boy unload his belongings back into his house.
“I don’t believe you. From the two places, the only stuff that was heavy enough was your DVDs and books. What about your clothes? There were only like four pairs I saw,”
Kame giggled. “I don’t really care about my clothes. I’m a boring guy, all I ever do is just sitting in front of the tv or just plain reading,”
“You don’t hang out or something? What about your social life?” Yamapi asked.
“I do hang out, just with friends I do. I don’t just ask a stranger to drink with me if that’s what you mean. Besides, I’m not one for the crowds. I usually only fancy being alone or with a company.” Kame placed his DVDs back into the rack where they were originally belonged.
He took two cans of beer from his ice box and offered one to the singer.
“Thanks,” Yamapi kept his eyes on the younger boy.
They sat down on opposing side between a small table. “No, thank you. For helping me with my stuff. This is all I could give in return,” Kame rubbed his head, implying the beer.
You could accept my feelings… Should I confess?
Kame seemed to be lost in his daydreaming as the younger boy stared above the ceiling. Yamapi noticed the younger boy had quite a home. He also noticed that Kame wasn’t very much a neat person with his clothes thrown everywhere and books piled up to a heap in the middle of the room.
Totally contradicting with Kame’s appearance. Who would have thought? Yamapi grinned to himself.
“Kame-chan…” Yamapi called.
“Hm?”
“I… There’s uh something I need to tell you…”
Kame turned his eyes from the ceiling and onto Yamapi’s. “What is it?”
Yamapi fidgeted at first, and then he inhaled deep to calm himself down. “Will you…”
Kame scooted closer. “Will you…?”
“Will you go out with me?”
The both of them then could hear the sound of the air conditioner and the water boiling that made a bubbling sound.
Kame stared at Yamapi, the bombshell he received was slowly being digested and by every minute he was digesting the fact that the singer had asked him out his mind gets dizzier.
Yamapi gulped. Is Kame being quiet was a form a reject?
Kame was utterly perplexed. He didn’t have any idea what kind or in what form of a reply he should give to the man waiting in front of him.
He could see vivid images of last night replying in his mind - his mind had immediately gone to Jin. Was there a reason Jin left him alone sleeping and didn’t come back home? Was Jin trying to avoid him?
Kame surely felt something last night. Everything Jin said had completely calmed his senses.
But he hadn’t said anything about starting something with Jin and neither did the older boy himself. Maybe Jin hadn’t taken the sex seriously.
Perhaps it was only a way of showing his empathy - the sex.
I shouldn’t expect more from Jin.
“What about the media?” Kame said finally.
Yamapi scratched his head, obviously hadn’t given the fact that he was a country’s pop sensation into a thought. Kame grinned at Yamapi’s air headedness.
Kame thought the idea was almost ridiculous and there was almost no way they can run away from the media because Yamapi’s face was almost on every billboard in the whole of Japan.
He was going to desperately reject Yamapi before the latter beat him to words.
“Disguises. Or I can come over to your place and spend time indoors with you, if you don’t mind…” He suggested.
Kame raised his eyebrows at Yamapi’s persistence. “Of course I won’t mind but my place is normal and there won’t be much to do around here, I’m afraid I’ll be a bore,”
“Kame-chan, I don’t grow up with a silver spoon you know and my house is just exactly like yours, only a bit bigger because I live with my sister and my mother,”
“Uh then if you don’t mind…”
“Please take care of me then!” Yamapi said cheerfully.
His phone then rang to the music of his own song and he picked it up, placing on his ear. “Yamapi,” he said. “Alright, I’ll come over now,”
He turned to Kame and the latter had quite an uneasy expression which went unnoticed to Yamapi. “Kame-chan, I have to get back to the studio now. The manager needs me for something. I’ll call you, alright? Or you can call me if you want to,” He extended a hand, waiting for Kame’s phone.
Kame gave Yamapi his phone and the singer quickly typed his own email and saved in under the name ‘Pi <3’.
Kame followed Yamapi to the door and before he leaves, he’d instinctively placed a kiss on Kame’s lips. “See you soon,” Yamapi said.
The younger boy froze on the spot.
-
Jin tapped his feet nervously as he looked at his wrist watch every half a minute and in just about five minutes, Kame would walk into the place and Jin had to pretend the truth that last night they indeed had sex was normal.
The door was pushed open and in came Kame in clothes that seemed fitting him. The younger boy huffed and rubbed his gloved hands together as he strolled casually into the locker room.
Jin deliberately moved from the blind spot of the club and towards the counter seats where Kame could have a perfect view of him. He wanted Kame to see him and what the latter’s expression would be like when he did.
Kame had kept his head down and Jin didn’t like that. Something was off about the younger boy.
What is he thinking about?
Jin cleared his throat and still no eye contact. Kame was occupying himself with the dripping wet glasses but his eyes were looking into infinity.
“Daiquiri,” Jin growled.
He laughed when Kame winced from his growl and the younger boy blinked as if being hit on the head by a thick book during a nap in class.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to daydream and uh I promise I won’t do it again,” Kame said quickly.
Jin nodded. “It’s fine.”
“I’ll make you uh… what was it you wanted again?” Kame felt so stupid. He shouldn’t be thinking of Yamapi right now when he was working. He was lucky to have a boss like Jin as he shuddered to think what would be the worst case scenario if he was caught daydreaming by a troll boss.
“Daiquiri,” Jin repeated with a glee.
As Kame was fixing the drink, Jin couldn’t help but wonder about the younger boy’s indifference. They had sex last night and there weren’t any confessions of love like there would usually be and Kame didn’t even ask about Jin’s whereabouts until tonight.
Was Kame daydreaming about the session they had last night? Did Kame regret about doing it with him?
Jin sighed inwardly. I knew it. It was a mistake. Now I’d make him all the more guiltier.
Kame placed the drink in front of Jin. They kept the eye contact in silence as Jin gulped down the drink slowly.
“Ouch,” Kame winced when Shige bumped into his left arm while carrying the trays.
“Sorry, Kame-chan,” Shige bowed and left quickly.
Jin was aware of Kame’s twisted expression when the younger boy’s trembling finger felt his left arm. That was the same arm Kame had earlier had a wrapped in bandage.
“You okay?” Jin asked.
Kame nodded and smiled weirdly. “Yeah, fine.”
Jin knew better. He narrowed his eyes and said, “I don’t believe you,” and yanked Kame closer to him by his left wrist.
He saw how the boy groaned silently when Jin’s fingers traced lightly on the sleeves hiding the arm before he pulled it up to reveal a swollen arm.
“What the fuck? You’re definitely not okay,” Jin scolded as he looked at the bruised arm.
“Don’t touch it,” Kame stopped Jin who was going to felt the throbbing bruise.
Jin looked at Kame worriedly. “Kazu, you need to get to the hospital.”
Kame couldn’t even protest or say anything else before Jin - yet again - grabbed him by the waist and pulled him outside.
The car ride was silent and Kame was ashamed of himself having Jin to care so much for him and his work wasn’t even considered a work seeing him skipping out so many nights.
Now that they were alone, Kame wanted so much to ask Jin everything about last night.
“Uh, Jin…” he started.
“Can I ask you something?”
Here it comes. “What is it?” Jin kept his eyes on the road.
“What do you think of Yamapi?”
Not what I wanted to hear from you.
Jin cleared his throat. “Yamapi? He’s… a nice guy. A very nice guy indeed.”
Kame nodded.
Please don’t tell me you met Yamapi today.
“I met him today,” Kame said.
Fuck,
“He helped me clean up and… we talked.”
“About? What did you guys talked about?” Jin asked quickly, fearing for the worst.
Kame hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he ought to tell Jin about his problems. He was treating his boss like his own personal shrink. This wasn’t right.
“You can tell me anything,” Jin said, as if he could read Kame’s mind and he’d love it so much if the younger boy would keep talking to him. Kame had a really adorable voice.
“He… uh sort of asked me out,” Kame said softly.
Jin hit the brake pedal so hard and he was relieved he could use the excuse for the red traffic light in front. His turned his body to face Kame who was looking at his fingers.
“What did you tell him?”
“I wanted to tell him that it wouldn’t work, not when he was going to be chased by the paparazzi and all…”
Jin felt a sudden relieve in his nerves.
“But he said it will work out. He said he was going to come to my place and we’ll stay indoor if I wished to.”
Fuck your virgin hole, Pi. Jin cursed angrily in his mind.
“Am I doing the wrong thing saying its fine if he wants to but will I be causing him trouble like that?” Kame asked timidly.
I can’t say you are. Pi likes you and it’s not like I can do anything to stop him.
“You’re not. Don’t worry about it. Pi is a nice guy.” Jin tried to smile.
Kame nodded slowly. “There’s something else I…”
“We’re here,” Jin said, not hearing Kame.
He parked the car and led the way into the building with Kame following behind.
I wanted to ask where have you been today…
“I’ll wait for you here,” Jin smiled and took a seat outside the consultation room.
-
Ueda felt for the light switch in the room.
He had a long day and hadn’t even taken a meal the whole day. Reaching for the voicemail messages button on his telephone, he began taking off his working attire as he listened to each messages.
“Tat-chan! This is Koki. Hey let’s meet up. Yama-chan and I planned a gathering someday. Call me,” there was a beep tone signifying there wasn’t any messages left.
Ueda stopped in his tracks when he heard the last message from his cousin Tanaka Koki.
He sauntered slowly to his couch and took out a small photo from his wallet.
A single tear rolled down from the corner of his right eye as his index finger traced the outlines of the four boys under a blanket smiling happily.
a/n : omg dammit i'm like so fucked up lately. there was nothing for me to do and i was fine like that but there was just something bugging me and i dont even know what. -_______-
a/n 2: OMG I LOVE THEM COMMENTS. THEY SHOWED HOW MUCH YOU ADORE ME MY WORKS! (yes its hardly the truth just let me say it please?) anyway keep them coming because i'll be darn happy to reply them!!
a/n 3 : as much as i'd like to reply to your pumpkins, can i just go to bed first please? its a fucking 3:25 a.m. and i'm not lying i had to go dye my hair tomorrow because quoting mum "Fuck your black hair already. I'm taking you to dye it brown tomorrow. Wake up early or prepare for a nice scream in the morning." hmm yeah my mum the comedian. so i'll reply to your pumpkins tomorrow! give me freaking pumpkins alright?!