Things that cheer me up
Okay, I am definitely feeling better. No more crappy mood. Apparently all it took was a long nap and Korean Hana Yori Dango ( Boys Over Flowers) and some more akamenowrimo writing. I can't believe I have fifteen pages already and nearly 7,000 words. I was surprised at how easily I went back to pen and paper; it really helped with the block. Also, writing my favourite scenes first and non-linearly too. I usually write linearly and then get bored and then move onto something else, so this new method of fic-ing is intriguing.
I wish this fic would just move faster though. ;_;
Kame wakes up with a stifled gasp, and Jin's arm tightens around him. Kame's breathing slows, calms, until his heart isn't thumping at his chest and his stomach quietens. There's a hint of nausea, the exact same queasy feeling he always gets when he's near fire. He thinks he smells smoke, but this can't be true. Rain is still tapping at his windows and his apartment has a perfectly working fire alarm.
He shivers and burrows closer to Jin. Just a dream, he thinks. Just a dream.
Getting back to sleep is hard, and when he does, it's uneasy and flimsy; the slightest touch, the softest sound can wake him.
**
Morning arrives too soon. Kame's alarm wakes him at seven, a loud ringing that shakes him out of sleep abruptly. Jin moans into his neck and starts waving his arm, missing the alarm clock by a mile.
Sighing, Kame detaches himself from Jin's limbs and turns it off; his bed sheet bunches around his hips and Kame stares blearily at himself and then at Jin, sprawling beside him with his head buried under a pillow. A bad idea, the worst-and still, Kame ends up in bed with him. Kame doesn't try to lie to himself. He's not hungover and last night, unlike other nights he doesn't like to think about, he wasn't drunk.
He rubs a hand over his face, pressing hard against his forehead. Stupid, stupid, stupid, letting some stranger into his apartment, letting his guard down to someone he doesn't even know. All the other times-the times he doesn't think about-it's always their place, their apartment. Never Kame's. Kame's too smart for that-was too smart for that-but not anymore, apparently. Now he can't quietly leave in the morning, sneaking away from awkward conversations and people asking for more than Kame can give.
Jin knows where Kame lives. Where to look, where to stay. Kame can't drive him away like he does to everyone else.
He takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, and then gets out of the bed. There's a brief hesitation before he pushes the sheets away and walks naked to his bathroom. Once he's in, he shuts the door and locks it.
Standing in front of the mirror, he can't help but stare. It's a sight he's seen a million mornings before-same tousled brown hair, same dark eyes, same mouth-except this time it's all different. He remembers Jin's hand running through his hair, cupping the back of his neck; Jin's biting kisses, marking his lips red, and Jin's weight, heavy and perfect.
He turns away.
The shower automatically turns on, and Kame gets in. The water feels cleansing, refreshing, erasing away last night with each rinse. It can't, but a part of Kame wishes it could. The other part just wants Jin again.
**
Wrapped in a towel, Kame enters his bedroom, where Jin is still a lump on the bed. He quietly takes out a fresh set of clothing and gets dressed in the living room, where an empty wine bottle lies on its side, next to two empty glasses. After he knots his tie, Kame puts the glasses in the dishwasher and disposes the bottle.
It takes Kame five minutes to decide to make breakfast, and ten minutes to decide he'll include Jin. Jin finishes his shower just as Kame hands over a plate of scrambled eggs.
Dressed in yesterday's suit, hair still wet, and smelling like Kame's soap, Jin looks like sex. Like he'd spent the night doing what he was doing to Kame. It makes Kame flush, it makes him want to flee. He pours himself a cup of coffee, freshly brewed, and takes two sugars, no milk.
“You know, there's a machine-thing for that,” Jin says, after half his plate is gone.
“I like to cook,” Kame reluctantly says, pushing around the eggs on his plate. It's another fact Jin now knows about Kame, if he hadn't before.
Jin gives him a pleased look, not surprised. He starts to say something, but thinks better of it.
“Where do you work?” he asks instead. Kame feels a mixture of relief and irritation.
“In advertising.” Kame hesitates. “Kobura LTE.”
“Hey, we work together,” Jin says, delightedly.
Kame just looks at him incredulously. “No we don't.”
“Yes we do,” Jin says. “I work at Corbro Tech. We're under Johnny's Entertainments and you guys are under the PR department there. We're practically in the same company.”
Kame rubs his forehead as Jin beams at him. “No we're not.”
“Fine, we're work neighbours or something,” Jin scowls at him. “Stop ruining my fun.”
“I'm just telling the truth.” Kame wants to roll his eyes at him, but it's undignified; it makes Kame feel childish and immature, the exact opposite of how he wants to be seen.
“I mean,” Jin continues as if he hasn't heard a word Kame said, “I could be your boss. We merged with Johnny's Entertainment first.”
“Wait-” Kame says, startled. “Corbro Tech. The toy company?”
Jin looks pleased. “Yep.”
Kame stares at Jin. “Of course. I should have guessed you work with toys.”
There's a light grin just playing on the corners of Jin's mouth before it fades, slanting downwards as he frowns. “Are you insulting me?” he demands.
Kame finds himself smiling, relaxing, even as part of his mind tells him this is stupid and irrational and completely, irrevocably insane. This is not him. This can't be him.
And yet-he murmurs, amusement and simple joy in his voice, “Yep.”
Jin looks oddly outraged. He flushes, mouth turning petulant. “Shut up,” he mutters, before focusing his attention back to his plate.
Oh my god, just started watching the Korean Hana Yori Dango and it is so perfect ajsdlf It's like a perfect bland of the Japanese and Taiwanese version. I seriously adore the Taiwanese version, Meteor Garden, and always wished the Japanese version hadn't skipped out on some of the stuff because of it's shorter length but. Korean version rules all. *_*
The Domyouji character is perfect, oh so very perfect. He's the perfect cross between the Taiwanese and Japanese version with MatsuJun's acting ability and the arrogance he gave Domyouji and Jerry's physical build and the childishness and adorable stupid-but-not-stupidity he gave to Dao Ming Shi. The dimples and the hilarious I am so smart looks, when he's utterly convinced Jan Di (Makino) is in love with him.
My favourite part has to be the round-house kicking ajsdlfjd oh my god, I am so in love with that. So hilarious, so brilliant. *_* And then the ice-cream scene. I have so much love for Jan Di, who is like, well, a cross between Makino and Nodame. So cute. So awesome. The Korean F4 are... how I shall I put this... incredibly pretty. Close to perfection. Actually, I'll strike that out and just leave it as perfection, especially for the Rui character. *_* He is so elegant and beautiful. *_*
I keep checking for new episodes and none keep appearing. Why so slow. This is what I get for watching dramas while they're airing. I can't watch everything in one go. ;_;
On a random note: getting shampoo in your eye sucks. :(
I wish this fic would just move faster though. ;_;
Kame wakes up with a stifled gasp, and Jin's arm tightens around him. Kame's breathing slows, calms, until his heart isn't thumping at his chest and his stomach quietens. There's a hint of nausea, the exact same queasy feeling he always gets when he's near fire. He thinks he smells smoke, but this can't be true. Rain is still tapping at his windows and his apartment has a perfectly working fire alarm.
He shivers and burrows closer to Jin. Just a dream, he thinks. Just a dream.
Getting back to sleep is hard, and when he does, it's uneasy and flimsy; the slightest touch, the softest sound can wake him.
**
Morning arrives too soon. Kame's alarm wakes him at seven, a loud ringing that shakes him out of sleep abruptly. Jin moans into his neck and starts waving his arm, missing the alarm clock by a mile.
Sighing, Kame detaches himself from Jin's limbs and turns it off; his bed sheet bunches around his hips and Kame stares blearily at himself and then at Jin, sprawling beside him with his head buried under a pillow. A bad idea, the worst-and still, Kame ends up in bed with him. Kame doesn't try to lie to himself. He's not hungover and last night, unlike other nights he doesn't like to think about, he wasn't drunk.
He rubs a hand over his face, pressing hard against his forehead. Stupid, stupid, stupid, letting some stranger into his apartment, letting his guard down to someone he doesn't even know. All the other times-the times he doesn't think about-it's always their place, their apartment. Never Kame's. Kame's too smart for that-was too smart for that-but not anymore, apparently. Now he can't quietly leave in the morning, sneaking away from awkward conversations and people asking for more than Kame can give.
Jin knows where Kame lives. Where to look, where to stay. Kame can't drive him away like he does to everyone else.
He takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, and then gets out of the bed. There's a brief hesitation before he pushes the sheets away and walks naked to his bathroom. Once he's in, he shuts the door and locks it.
Standing in front of the mirror, he can't help but stare. It's a sight he's seen a million mornings before-same tousled brown hair, same dark eyes, same mouth-except this time it's all different. He remembers Jin's hand running through his hair, cupping the back of his neck; Jin's biting kisses, marking his lips red, and Jin's weight, heavy and perfect.
He turns away.
The shower automatically turns on, and Kame gets in. The water feels cleansing, refreshing, erasing away last night with each rinse. It can't, but a part of Kame wishes it could. The other part just wants Jin again.
**
Wrapped in a towel, Kame enters his bedroom, where Jin is still a lump on the bed. He quietly takes out a fresh set of clothing and gets dressed in the living room, where an empty wine bottle lies on its side, next to two empty glasses. After he knots his tie, Kame puts the glasses in the dishwasher and disposes the bottle.
It takes Kame five minutes to decide to make breakfast, and ten minutes to decide he'll include Jin. Jin finishes his shower just as Kame hands over a plate of scrambled eggs.
Dressed in yesterday's suit, hair still wet, and smelling like Kame's soap, Jin looks like sex. Like he'd spent the night doing what he was doing to Kame. It makes Kame flush, it makes him want to flee. He pours himself a cup of coffee, freshly brewed, and takes two sugars, no milk.
“You know, there's a machine-thing for that,” Jin says, after half his plate is gone.
“I like to cook,” Kame reluctantly says, pushing around the eggs on his plate. It's another fact Jin now knows about Kame, if he hadn't before.
Jin gives him a pleased look, not surprised. He starts to say something, but thinks better of it.
“Where do you work?” he asks instead. Kame feels a mixture of relief and irritation.
“In advertising.” Kame hesitates. “Kobura LTE.”
“Hey, we work together,” Jin says, delightedly.
Kame just looks at him incredulously. “No we don't.”
“Yes we do,” Jin says. “I work at Corbro Tech. We're under Johnny's Entertainments and you guys are under the PR department there. We're practically in the same company.”
Kame rubs his forehead as Jin beams at him. “No we're not.”
“Fine, we're work neighbours or something,” Jin scowls at him. “Stop ruining my fun.”
“I'm just telling the truth.” Kame wants to roll his eyes at him, but it's undignified; it makes Kame feel childish and immature, the exact opposite of how he wants to be seen.
“I mean,” Jin continues as if he hasn't heard a word Kame said, “I could be your boss. We merged with Johnny's Entertainment first.”
“Wait-” Kame says, startled. “Corbro Tech. The toy company?”
Jin looks pleased. “Yep.”
Kame stares at Jin. “Of course. I should have guessed you work with toys.”
There's a light grin just playing on the corners of Jin's mouth before it fades, slanting downwards as he frowns. “Are you insulting me?” he demands.
Kame finds himself smiling, relaxing, even as part of his mind tells him this is stupid and irrational and completely, irrevocably insane. This is not him. This can't be him.
And yet-he murmurs, amusement and simple joy in his voice, “Yep.”
Jin looks oddly outraged. He flushes, mouth turning petulant. “Shut up,” he mutters, before focusing his attention back to his plate.
Oh my god, just started watching the Korean Hana Yori Dango and it is so perfect ajsdlf It's like a perfect bland of the Japanese and Taiwanese version. I seriously adore the Taiwanese version, Meteor Garden, and always wished the Japanese version hadn't skipped out on some of the stuff because of it's shorter length but. Korean version rules all. *_*
The Domyouji character is perfect, oh so very perfect. He's the perfect cross between the Taiwanese and Japanese version with MatsuJun's acting ability and the arrogance he gave Domyouji and Jerry's physical build and the childishness and adorable stupid-but-not-stupidity he gave to Dao Ming Shi. The dimples and the hilarious I am so smart looks, when he's utterly convinced Jan Di (Makino) is in love with him.
My favourite part has to be the round-house kicking ajsdlfjd oh my god, I am so in love with that. So hilarious, so brilliant. *_* And then the ice-cream scene. I have so much love for Jan Di, who is like, well, a cross between Makino and Nodame. So cute. So awesome. The Korean F4 are... how I shall I put this... incredibly pretty. Close to perfection. Actually, I'll strike that out and just leave it as perfection, especially for the Rui character. *_* He is so elegant and beautiful. *_*
I keep checking for new episodes and none keep appearing. Why so slow. This is what I get for watching dramas while they're airing. I can't watch everything in one go. ;_;
On a random note: getting shampoo in your eye sucks. :(