fanfic: shopping trip drabbles
Title: Shopping Trip Drabbles
Pairing: Akame
Rating: PG
Genre: WAFF
Disclaimer: I’m actually related to Johnny…
Summary: Jin is in love with Kazuya and he decides to shop around with Kazuya t in order to finally confess to him.
Author’s notes: none XD
Shirts.
It was another weekend for Akanishi Jin - the most wanted by females to be their man - to really look forward to. A very wide smile was spread on his face and from the looks of it - with the rest of KATTUN members scowling behind him since yesterday; it looks as if he won another round of Kame-contest, which is true, where only members of KATTUN minus the K are very fond of playing against each other. And it was no easy peat for Jin. He had sacrificed a lot just to win the game, read: blood, sweat and tears. For a whole week, Jin had to try his best to get ahead of others and even sabotaged the other members’ invitation.
Jin is a kind and affectionate man but when it comes to the Kame-contest which is only done twice in a month, he turns into a brute: like Brutus murdering Caesar. In their case, Jin murdering TTUN.
Dancing his way in the corridor to knock uber-enthusiatically on Kazu’s wooden door, Jin clumsily tripped on his own feet causing himself to fall straight for the door, luckily it was unlocked and he was met by the welcome rug that was mocking his pretty face.
“Oh, Bakanishi was swallowed by my door.” A familiar deep voice resonated in Jin’s ear and he looked up with a sheepish smile that soon turned into a pout as soon as the word Bakanishi sunk in his brain.
“I thought we’re on first name basis not pet name basis Ka~me? And why the hell is your fucking door open?” Jin asked as he dusted himself.
Kazuya raised a brow at Jin’s words. “I was about to go out when I forgot about my keys. And Jin, my door can’t fuck anyone or anything at all.”
Jin crossed his arms in mock anger. “I’m not an idiot. Ever heard of the word expression? That’s exactly what I said about the door…no literal meaning, I know how doors work.”
Kazuya gave a small grin and ruffled Jin’s hair. “I know honey, I was just teasing you.”
“E-eh?!” Jin was baffled at Kazuya’s words. Honey. Jin stared at Kazuya, frozen on his spot.
“Aren’t we gonna go shopping now?” Kazuya asked, tilting his head to one side to check on Jin.
“Ah, yeah, yeah, right…we are. Let’s go.”
Jin and Kazuya, heavily disguised, were walking the streets of Shinjuku. Jin wanted to try shopping by the Time Square if not in the department stores. Since Kazuya’s somewhat long hair was tied in a short ponytail with stray strands framing Kazu’s feminine features, Jin thought it would be much easier to pretend in other people’s eyes that they’re a couple so he took Kazu’s hands in his, his smile widening by the moment when he felt Kazu hold his.
“Ne, Kazu…aren’t we very much like a couple now?” Jin said raising their hands together.
“If you say another word about being a couple or something else, I would definitely scream that you’re here and leave you in a sea of fangirls.”
Jin chuckled. “Nah, you won’t do that. I’ll tell them you’re here too and that we’re on a date as Akakame. Ahh, look over there! That shirt would really look good on, come on, let’s give it a try.” Jin said, dragging Kazuya with him before the younger man could answer.
Instead of Kazuya trying on the shirts, it turned out to be Jin trying them on. As Kazuya browsed on the different shirt hanging and those that were folded, he picked up designs that attracted him and already had a very considerable numbers of shirts hanging on his arm. Jin was in the fitting room trying the first shirts that Kazuya grabbed for him.
The younger man was humming Yamapi’s Daite Señorita as he passed to and fro ignoring the store clerks that kept on giggling, squealing and pointing at him. He went to check a shelf that had neatly folded pink shirts and examined each of them.
Kazuya was now walking to wards the fitting room and was asking a store clerk to assist him with the shirts he had lugged within the shop. He was holding a nice dress shirt with very nicely done tribal embroidery.
“Jin, I think you’re going to like this - ack!!!”
Jin grabbed hold of Kazuya’s extended arm and pulled him inside of the small fitting room. “Got you.” He whispered seductively in the younger man’s ear as Kazuya was sprawled on his chest. He could feel the younger man’s erratic heartbeat and could see his blush spread and quickly darkening.
“Jin! What the hell was that for?” Kazuya demanded.
“Nothing, I just wanted to see your reaction about this shirt.”
“Reaction?”
“Erm…I mean opinion. So, do I look good?” Jin asked and Kazuya only nodded in response, his blush slowly subsiding.
Jin grinned at the younger man, almost like a predator and Kazuya could only widen his eyes as Jin stepped forward.
“Jin!!! What the-” But Kazuya was cut-off as Jin quickly pulled the shirt over the younger man’s head. In his lucky state, Jin abused it by running his hands on Kazuya’s hands and slightly grazing one of the teeny nipples on Kazuya’s chest.
“Jin!” Kazuya yelled, agitated. He slapped Jin’s hands away from him and kicked him, again, in the shins.
“Ow! I just wanted to see you wearing this shirt.” Jin pouted.
“I can dress myself just fine. Now, get out!” A furious blush adorned Kazuya’s face, his chest heaving. With a quick push, he managed to get rid of Jin out of the fitting room leaving the older man to stumble and fall on his butt behind the red curtain.
“Kazu, so mean!” Jin protested.
Jin pulled his knees together and sat outside the stall. He was grinning like mad as he stared at his hands, mind wandering to where it was just seconds ago. Ha! I finally touched his nipple! Jin laughed maniacally at his thought earning weird looks from the store clerks and a thrown shirt from the covered stall.