[Fic] Jealousy
Title: Jealousy 
Pairing: Akame
Rating: G-PG
Summary: When you were mine.
Disclaimer: Don't own Kame or Jin or JE. This is purely for fun and stress-relief.
A/N: This was written a while ago (...possibly a couple of months ago...) and it kind of...shows. XD But I finally stopped procrastinating and fixed. Yay. Was inspired by Jin kicking Junno every time Kame and Junno fake kissed (asfjkl, Jin can't do subtle, okay).
Many thanks to maya-morning for the quick look through. ♥
"Jin!" Kame said disapprovingly, but Jin knew it was half-hearted at best-he could see the corners of Kame's eyes crinkling up, his mouth twitching into a smile, and most of all, he could hear the laughter Kame was trying to hide.
"What?" Jin said, grinning but trying not to as he leaned back into the couch.
"You know what." Jin knew Kame was trying to scold him the way he'd scold him for forgetting his lines or forgetting the dance steps he should have memorised the day before, but the effect was entirely ruined by the smile he was trying to hide and the way he couldn't stop looking at Jin.
"Taguchi's going to get bruises at the rate you're going," Kame tried to scold him again. "Don't be mean."
"Taguchi should know better than to kiss people who don't belong to him," Jin protested, and crossed his arms when Kame raised an eyebrow.
"When did I become yours?"Kame asked, crossing his own arms as he stared back at Jin challengingly. "I don't remember that happening."
"It happened it a long time ago, of course you can't remember it," Jin said mulishly when Kame just looked at him doubtfully.
"...And you were asleep," Jin reluctantly continued when Kame kept staring at him. Kame's I'm-waiting expression had always evoked something from Jin, usually irritation or the guilty-shamed feeling he used to get when he knew he'd done something wrong, but hadn't wanted to admit it, and this time was no exception.
"Asleep." Kame frowned, puzzled.
"Didn't I just say that?" Jin snapped, turning away, irritated and embarrassed.
"What did you do?" Kame asked, and Jin could hear the curiosity and amusement in his voice. "Did you buy me?" he asked teasingly.
"NO," Jin said, even more embarrassed now. His cheeks were flushing slightly and the stubborn line of his jaw was growing more prominent as he tilted his head up. Probably because in that split second he'd actually considered it, and the answer would have been yes if the younger him had had the foresight to charm Kame's parents into signing him over to Jin back then.
"Then what?" Kame asked again, growing even more curious. "I'm determined to get my answer no matter what, you know," he continued, only half-teasingly.
Jin glared at him, but no matter how hard he glared or how overwhelming the silence became, Kame remained undaunted; Jin knew he should probably give in, because out of the two them, Jin was the one who hated silence the most, and he knew he would have given in later anyway, but the smug look on Kame's face (because Kame was aware of this too) really, really annoyed him.
Finally, just as Jin (and Kame) had expected, he gave in. "FINE, I DREW ON YOU, OKAY."
Kame's eyes widened, and his expression became a strange blend of touched and outraged. "What? You...what? Did anyone see?"
Jin rolled his eyes. "Of course nobody saw. I'm not stupid."
"So...it was in some place nobody could see?" Kame asked hesitantly, the unspoken including myself hanging just after.
"No," Jin said and gave Kame an and-people-call-me-dumb look. "I didn't use ink."
At Kame's look, Jin awkwardly pulled Kame's left arm and started tracing kanji beginning from the inside of his wrist. Once he finished, all the indignant outrage had dissipated and suddenly, he felt uncomfortable. Awkward. He laughed nervously. "I was just being stupid."
"Jin..." Kame trailed off, as Jin watch him lightly rub the place where Jin's fingers had pressed gently, forming their names in a soft caress.
"I...it was just a stupid thing, okay." Jin shifted awkwardly, still looking at Kame's slender fingers. "I-you were mine."
"Jin..." Kame said again, but Jin had stopped paying attention. He continued, "We were going to debut together and we were going to be famous and on our days off, you were going to play baseball all day, and I was going to write songs, and-and-we were going to live happily ever after. I had it all planned." Jin started looking embarrassed. "That was years ago, just something stupid I thought about when I got bored."
"It didn't happen like that anyway," Jin laughed awkwardly. "It's fine," he added, when the silence grew uncomfortable and he wasn't sure what to say and do. It happened a lot, Jin's mind going blank and leaving him babbling when he should be silent and silent when he should be babbling. It just didn't usually happen with Kame looking at Jin like that.
"Kame?" he asked hesitantly, wondering whether he should have mentioned anything in the first place. Stupid Taguchi and his stupid kissing fetish.
But when Kame reached out with his hand and entwined his fingers with Jin's, familiar because they used to do this all the time, back when they were young and carefree and hadn't cared what anyone thought, Jin found himself blanking out, mouth open, probably gaping like a stupid-looking fish.
"I...I can still be yours if you're mine," Kame said awkwardly, eyes avoiding Jin's. The only hint that he was nervous was the way he was awkwardly holding onto Jin's hand: hesitant, but firm, as if he wasn't going to let go until Jin did.
Jin wasn't going to let go.
"Deal," he grinned, holding on tight, just like the way he did a hundred times before. He watched as Kame smiled back, the same dorky-stupid smile he'd always given Jin when he was truly happy.
"I won't kick Taguchi anymore," Jin blurted out, and stared at Kame, who stared back. "Unless you want me to," he added, and then watched as Kame started to laugh, hand still entwined with Jin's.
"Okay," Kame agreed, right after he finished laughing. Jin thought this was suspiciously easy though, because this was him and Kame and they hadn't had anything this easy for a while. But nobody had ever said Jin was a thinker, which Jin wholeheartedly agreed, and they were here, back in this comfortable, easy thing that they had, not quite the same as before, but a hell of a lot better than how they were less than two years ago, and Jin didn't really want to question that.
"Okay," Jin said after a while, leaning against Kame's shoulder. "That means I can keep kicking Taguchi, right?"
"Jin!" Kame said, laughing, as he thumped Jin with their entwined hands.
"What?" Jin asked defensively, curling closer to Kame. "You're mine, you can't take it back."
He watched as Kame turned to look down at their hands. "I'm not taking it back," Kame mumbled, embarrassed and shy.
Jin's grin was large and goofy and smug, and Kame ended up exasperated and half-annoyed, but they were still holding hands.
Pairing: Akame
Rating: G-PG
Summary: When you were mine.
Disclaimer: Don't own Kame or Jin or JE. This is purely for fun and stress-relief.
A/N: This was written a while ago (...possibly a couple of months ago...) and it kind of...shows. XD But I finally stopped procrastinating and fixed. Yay. Was inspired by Jin kicking Junno every time Kame and Junno fake kissed (asfjkl, Jin can't do subtle, okay).
Many thanks to maya-morning for the quick look through. ♥
"Jin!" Kame said disapprovingly, but Jin knew it was half-hearted at best-he could see the corners of Kame's eyes crinkling up, his mouth twitching into a smile, and most of all, he could hear the laughter Kame was trying to hide.
"What?" Jin said, grinning but trying not to as he leaned back into the couch.
"You know what." Jin knew Kame was trying to scold him the way he'd scold him for forgetting his lines or forgetting the dance steps he should have memorised the day before, but the effect was entirely ruined by the smile he was trying to hide and the way he couldn't stop looking at Jin.
"Taguchi's going to get bruises at the rate you're going," Kame tried to scold him again. "Don't be mean."
"Taguchi should know better than to kiss people who don't belong to him," Jin protested, and crossed his arms when Kame raised an eyebrow.
"When did I become yours?"Kame asked, crossing his own arms as he stared back at Jin challengingly. "I don't remember that happening."
"It happened it a long time ago, of course you can't remember it," Jin said mulishly when Kame just looked at him doubtfully.
"...And you were asleep," Jin reluctantly continued when Kame kept staring at him. Kame's I'm-waiting expression had always evoked something from Jin, usually irritation or the guilty-shamed feeling he used to get when he knew he'd done something wrong, but hadn't wanted to admit it, and this time was no exception.
"Asleep." Kame frowned, puzzled.
"Didn't I just say that?" Jin snapped, turning away, irritated and embarrassed.
"What did you do?" Kame asked, and Jin could hear the curiosity and amusement in his voice. "Did you buy me?" he asked teasingly.
"NO," Jin said, even more embarrassed now. His cheeks were flushing slightly and the stubborn line of his jaw was growing more prominent as he tilted his head up. Probably because in that split second he'd actually considered it, and the answer would have been yes if the younger him had had the foresight to charm Kame's parents into signing him over to Jin back then.
"Then what?" Kame asked again, growing even more curious. "I'm determined to get my answer no matter what, you know," he continued, only half-teasingly.
Jin glared at him, but no matter how hard he glared or how overwhelming the silence became, Kame remained undaunted; Jin knew he should probably give in, because out of the two them, Jin was the one who hated silence the most, and he knew he would have given in later anyway, but the smug look on Kame's face (because Kame was aware of this too) really, really annoyed him.
Finally, just as Jin (and Kame) had expected, he gave in. "FINE, I DREW ON YOU, OKAY."
Kame's eyes widened, and his expression became a strange blend of touched and outraged. "What? You...what? Did anyone see?"
Jin rolled his eyes. "Of course nobody saw. I'm not stupid."
"So...it was in some place nobody could see?" Kame asked hesitantly, the unspoken including myself hanging just after.
"No," Jin said and gave Kame an and-people-call-me-dumb look. "I didn't use ink."
At Kame's look, Jin awkwardly pulled Kame's left arm and started tracing kanji beginning from the inside of his wrist. Once he finished, all the indignant outrage had dissipated and suddenly, he felt uncomfortable. Awkward. He laughed nervously. "I was just being stupid."
"Jin..." Kame trailed off, as Jin watch him lightly rub the place where Jin's fingers had pressed gently, forming their names in a soft caress.
"I...it was just a stupid thing, okay." Jin shifted awkwardly, still looking at Kame's slender fingers. "I-you were mine."
"Jin..." Kame said again, but Jin had stopped paying attention. He continued, "We were going to debut together and we were going to be famous and on our days off, you were going to play baseball all day, and I was going to write songs, and-and-we were going to live happily ever after. I had it all planned." Jin started looking embarrassed. "That was years ago, just something stupid I thought about when I got bored."
"It didn't happen like that anyway," Jin laughed awkwardly. "It's fine," he added, when the silence grew uncomfortable and he wasn't sure what to say and do. It happened a lot, Jin's mind going blank and leaving him babbling when he should be silent and silent when he should be babbling. It just didn't usually happen with Kame looking at Jin like that.
"Kame?" he asked hesitantly, wondering whether he should have mentioned anything in the first place. Stupid Taguchi and his stupid kissing fetish.
But when Kame reached out with his hand and entwined his fingers with Jin's, familiar because they used to do this all the time, back when they were young and carefree and hadn't cared what anyone thought, Jin found himself blanking out, mouth open, probably gaping like a stupid-looking fish.
"I...I can still be yours if you're mine," Kame said awkwardly, eyes avoiding Jin's. The only hint that he was nervous was the way he was awkwardly holding onto Jin's hand: hesitant, but firm, as if he wasn't going to let go until Jin did.
Jin wasn't going to let go.
"Deal," he grinned, holding on tight, just like the way he did a hundred times before. He watched as Kame smiled back, the same dorky-stupid smile he'd always given Jin when he was truly happy.
"I won't kick Taguchi anymore," Jin blurted out, and stared at Kame, who stared back. "Unless you want me to," he added, and then watched as Kame started to laugh, hand still entwined with Jin's.
"Okay," Kame agreed, right after he finished laughing. Jin thought this was suspiciously easy though, because this was him and Kame and they hadn't had anything this easy for a while. But nobody had ever said Jin was a thinker, which Jin wholeheartedly agreed, and they were here, back in this comfortable, easy thing that they had, not quite the same as before, but a hell of a lot better than how they were less than two years ago, and Jin didn't really want to question that.
"Okay," Jin said after a while, leaning against Kame's shoulder. "That means I can keep kicking Taguchi, right?"
"Jin!" Kame said, laughing, as he thumped Jin with their entwined hands.
"What?" Jin asked defensively, curling closer to Kame. "You're mine, you can't take it back."
He watched as Kame turned to look down at their hands. "I'm not taking it back," Kame mumbled, embarrassed and shy.
Jin's grin was large and goofy and smug, and Kame ended up exasperated and half-annoyed, but they were still holding hands.