JE - Changes - Pin
Title: Changes
Pairings: Yamashita Tomohisa / Akanishi Jin
Rating: PG-13
Author Notes: This is for foreword who told me to write Pin stranded on a deserted island. Well, they're not exactly STRANDED, but I hope this is okay too ♥ It's a little bit strange and a mixture of emo and humor. IDK. Yamapi doesn't like changes.
Changes
[Yamapi/Jin, PG-13]
Yamapi had decided that this whole disaster was completely Jin’s fault. It was Jin’s fault that he was sitting at a completely deserted beach, it was Jin’s fault that he was freezing and it was also Jin’s fault that Yamapi couldn’t even be mad at Jin for causing all this trouble, because Jin was miserable and horrified and about to cry and Yamapi had never been good at being mad at Jin anyway.
“I hate you,” Yamapi mumbled and pulled his light sweater tighter around his shoulders. “I hate you and this is all your fault.”
Jin sniffed and pursed his lips.
*
2 hours earlier.
“We have to go, Jin!” Yamapi said for the third time and tugged at his friend’s shirt. “The last ferry is at 8!”
“Just a few more minutes!” Jin insisted, a content smile on his face. “Look how pretty the sky is! I’m so glad we came to Okinawa.”
The truth was, Yamapi liked nothing more in the world than Jin looking content. Whenever Jin was happy he had this half-smile on his face, just between a grin and a smirk, and his eyes half closed and with all the stress from concerts and tv shows and cd recordings Yamapi rarely got to see this expression anymore.
“Okay-” Yamapi started, but was promptly interrupted by Jin.
“Hey Pi,” he beamed. “Want to make out in the sunset?”
*
Yamapi never said yes when Jin suggested things like that. Because Jin was his best friend, forever, and Yamapi was scared to mess up their long and deep friendship. It wasn’t like the thought of making out appalled him; rather the opposite was true. Sometimes, when Jin was being a complete retard as always, practicing the “perfect pout” or his trademark hiproll or the cursed tongue thing, Yamapi could think of nothing but grabbing Jin and kissing him until he couldn’t breathe.
But he never did. Friendships were precious and Yamapi really really didn’t want to mess it up.
Really.
But when Jin grinned at him and pushed him back into the sand and kissed him, Yamapi had to admit he didn’t even try to resist.
*
They were in liplock and Jin was pushing impatient hands under Yamapi’s shirt (which, so Yamapi thought, was not entirely appropriate in a public place like this; but whatever, it felt really nice, so who the hell cared) and Yamapi made a little mewling noise in the back of his throat - when suddenly the signal of the ferry (the last ferry, Yamapi realized, completely horrified), resounded loudly in the distance.
“Shit!” Yamapi screeched and pushed Jin off him, who fell back into the sand with an annoyed squeak, “Shit, shit, shit, you made us miss our ferry.”
*
“Pi,” Jin said suddenly. Yamapi looked at him out of the corners of his eyes. “Pi. Pi. Pi~”
“What?” Yamapi wasn’t sure why he was so extremely pissed off, but he was quite sure that missing the stupid ferry wasn’t the only reason. It was more that he didn’t know how to deal with Jin now. He didn’t know if he should treat him any differently now; now that they had kissed, now that Jin had touched him, in ways best friends totally weren’t supposed to touch each other, now that Yamapi had realized that he didn’t even want to be just friends anymore.
How was he supposed to deal with that? Yamapi didn’t consider himself a deep thinker; he didn’t make it a habit to ponder poverty or world peace or life like Ryo sometimes did, his essays weren’t deep and insightful like Shige’s and he wasn’t that great in university either (although cheating did help keep his grades up). But Yamapi valued the few good friendships he had and although he wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box, Yamapi wasn’t stupid enough to risk it over some stupid sexual tension.
“If you’re mad, can we have an angry make-out session?”
Well, apparently Jin was.
*
Yamapi didn’t even try to resist again, though this time he (angrily) flipped them so he was on top (he didn’t want to lose to Jin of all people) and when Jin buried his hand in Yamapi’s hair and gasped his name, Yamapi suddenly wasn’t so sure about his own intelligence anymore.
Maybe resisting had been the stupid thing to do all along.
*
By the time they make it home, Jin has sprained his ankle, Yamapi has sand in his underwear and they both have bruises on their necks and shoulders from stumbling and falling at the dark beach. (At least that’s what they’d told Ryo who had rolled his eyes at them and told them to grow up. Yamapi and Jin had no idea what he meant.)
And when Yamapi tries to talk to Jin about what happened and Jin giggles and presses a soft kiss to Yamapi’s lips and tells him his expression at that very moment must be the dumbest expression he’s ever seen in his entire life, Yamapi realizes that nothing would ever change their friendship. Not even making out at a beach for a whole night.
“Imagine what I must be feeling,” Yamapi says and makes a face at Jin. “That’s what you look like all of the time.”
Jin tilts his head and smirks at Yamapi. “I think you’re cute, too.”
Pairings: Yamashita Tomohisa / Akanishi Jin
Rating: PG-13
Author Notes: This is for foreword who told me to write Pin stranded on a deserted island. Well, they're not exactly STRANDED, but I hope this is okay too ♥ It's a little bit strange and a mixture of emo and humor. IDK. Yamapi doesn't like changes.
Changes
[Yamapi/Jin, PG-13]
Yamapi had decided that this whole disaster was completely Jin’s fault. It was Jin’s fault that he was sitting at a completely deserted beach, it was Jin’s fault that he was freezing and it was also Jin’s fault that Yamapi couldn’t even be mad at Jin for causing all this trouble, because Jin was miserable and horrified and about to cry and Yamapi had never been good at being mad at Jin anyway.
“I hate you,” Yamapi mumbled and pulled his light sweater tighter around his shoulders. “I hate you and this is all your fault.”
Jin sniffed and pursed his lips.
*
2 hours earlier.
“We have to go, Jin!” Yamapi said for the third time and tugged at his friend’s shirt. “The last ferry is at 8!”
“Just a few more minutes!” Jin insisted, a content smile on his face. “Look how pretty the sky is! I’m so glad we came to Okinawa.”
The truth was, Yamapi liked nothing more in the world than Jin looking content. Whenever Jin was happy he had this half-smile on his face, just between a grin and a smirk, and his eyes half closed and with all the stress from concerts and tv shows and cd recordings Yamapi rarely got to see this expression anymore.
“Okay-” Yamapi started, but was promptly interrupted by Jin.
“Hey Pi,” he beamed. “Want to make out in the sunset?”
*
Yamapi never said yes when Jin suggested things like that. Because Jin was his best friend, forever, and Yamapi was scared to mess up their long and deep friendship. It wasn’t like the thought of making out appalled him; rather the opposite was true. Sometimes, when Jin was being a complete retard as always, practicing the “perfect pout” or his trademark hiproll or the cursed tongue thing, Yamapi could think of nothing but grabbing Jin and kissing him until he couldn’t breathe.
But he never did. Friendships were precious and Yamapi really really didn’t want to mess it up.
Really.
But when Jin grinned at him and pushed him back into the sand and kissed him, Yamapi had to admit he didn’t even try to resist.
*
They were in liplock and Jin was pushing impatient hands under Yamapi’s shirt (which, so Yamapi thought, was not entirely appropriate in a public place like this; but whatever, it felt really nice, so who the hell cared) and Yamapi made a little mewling noise in the back of his throat - when suddenly the signal of the ferry (the last ferry, Yamapi realized, completely horrified), resounded loudly in the distance.
“Shit!” Yamapi screeched and pushed Jin off him, who fell back into the sand with an annoyed squeak, “Shit, shit, shit, you made us miss our ferry.”
*
“Pi,” Jin said suddenly. Yamapi looked at him out of the corners of his eyes. “Pi. Pi. Pi~”
“What?” Yamapi wasn’t sure why he was so extremely pissed off, but he was quite sure that missing the stupid ferry wasn’t the only reason. It was more that he didn’t know how to deal with Jin now. He didn’t know if he should treat him any differently now; now that they had kissed, now that Jin had touched him, in ways best friends totally weren’t supposed to touch each other, now that Yamapi had realized that he didn’t even want to be just friends anymore.
How was he supposed to deal with that? Yamapi didn’t consider himself a deep thinker; he didn’t make it a habit to ponder poverty or world peace or life like Ryo sometimes did, his essays weren’t deep and insightful like Shige’s and he wasn’t that great in university either (although cheating did help keep his grades up). But Yamapi valued the few good friendships he had and although he wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box, Yamapi wasn’t stupid enough to risk it over some stupid sexual tension.
“If you’re mad, can we have an angry make-out session?”
Well, apparently Jin was.
*
Yamapi didn’t even try to resist again, though this time he (angrily) flipped them so he was on top (he didn’t want to lose to Jin of all people) and when Jin buried his hand in Yamapi’s hair and gasped his name, Yamapi suddenly wasn’t so sure about his own intelligence anymore.
Maybe resisting had been the stupid thing to do all along.
*
By the time they make it home, Jin has sprained his ankle, Yamapi has sand in his underwear and they both have bruises on their necks and shoulders from stumbling and falling at the dark beach. (At least that’s what they’d told Ryo who had rolled his eyes at them and told them to grow up. Yamapi and Jin had no idea what he meant.)
And when Yamapi tries to talk to Jin about what happened and Jin giggles and presses a soft kiss to Yamapi’s lips and tells him his expression at that very moment must be the dumbest expression he’s ever seen in his entire life, Yamapi realizes that nothing would ever change their friendship. Not even making out at a beach for a whole night.
“Imagine what I must be feeling,” Yamapi says and makes a face at Jin. “That’s what you look like all of the time.”
Jin tilts his head and smirks at Yamapi. “I think you’re cute, too.”