Users’ Manual
Title: Users’ Manual
Summary: Some days Kame feels like Jin’s using him. Most days, Kame doesn’t care
Genre: Romance/General
Pairings: Jin/Kame (Akame)
Other Characters: None
Content: 1,848-word drabble
Author: Nerd-san
Disclaimer: I am not in any way affiliated with Johnny Entertainment
Users’ Manual
If there was ever such a thing as a user’s manual for people, Kame thinks that Jin would need to read one about him.
But Jin doesn’t like reading - he wouldn’t waste his time. Kame knows this much. He also knows that Jin only ever uses him. But he doesn’t mind.
Really, he doesn’t.
Discharged from his thoughts, Kame sits blankly, allowing the manager’s lecture to pass him by. The rest of KAT-TUN is in the room as well, sitting closer to the manager to digest his words whilst Kame and Jin sit somewhere near the back of the studio.
Kame doesn’t know why Jin bothers to agree to all the drama invitees if he clearly shows zero interest in said subject. But the man is sitting beside him, nonetheless.
Or rather, sleeping.
Kame doesn’t understand a lot of things about Jin. He wouldn’t mind trying to, either, if only the man would allow it. But Jin says that since he doesn’t want to understand Kame either, that it should be a fair trade. Reluctantly, when Jin passed the words, Kame remained silent. It made enough sense.
But, Kame thinks again, if Jin really isn’t interested in partaking in their latest drama, he should at least refrain from shifting in his chair and mumbling incoherent words every now and then. It really distracts Kame.
So when the manager calls upon the younger man to answer the question about the production schedule, Kame’s mind runs blank.
There is a stealthy silence passed between his band mates and the manager looks rather ticked off.
He narrows his thin eyebrow ridge and Kame feels the beads of sweat running down the side of his face. Or it’s from the unbearable amount of embarrassment, he isn’t sure.
He opens his mouth to say something - anything - but all runs dry. The manager’s frown creases as Kame lowers his gaze.
The rest of KAT-TUN erupts into a fit of playfully strangled chortles and Kame feels himself coloring again. Sometimes his friends could be rather immature, he decides.
But then again, if only he had been able to hear the manager’s question, Kame might have known the answer.
He looks to his left at the still sleeping figure. Kame glares at the man. It’s Jin’s fault - and he knows this - but he can hardly bring himself to blame the man.
With his auburn hair gleaming delicately under the harsh shade of the studio, with his mouth lightly ajar and lips oh-so quietly parted from one another, Kame can’t bring himself to blame Jin.
It’s for reasons like these that Kame hates Jin.
“Did you finish re-writing the script?”
Jin asks this with a furtive yawn and customary stretch-of-the-hands as he and Kame walk off for their lunch break.
“Did you finish re-writing the script?” Kame knows, translates to “Did you make my copy too?”
The interrogation session is already over and Jin has successfully woken up. Kame finds it strange that the only reason Jin wakes up is to walk for a few minutes before throwing himself into a deep slumber again.
Kame doesn’t voice this crude observation, however, and only reaches into his knapsack to throw Jin a copy of his well-designed, edited version of their drama script.
Their manager had requested everyone read over their lines for the night and voice any complaints they had with the script in writing. Kame had already finished his own copy last night, but he didn’t understand why he did Jin’s as well.
Still walking, Jin takes it ungratefully, crumpling the edges Kame had taken extra time to even out. But at least Jin grins, throwing Kame a slap on the back with his rugged hand. This is much more than Kame’s used to.
Thinking of it again, Kame really hates Jin.
But he’s a little happy, for some reason beyond his mind’s thinking capacity. He should be royally ticked off. He should hit Jin. He should curse Jin to do his own work. But he can’t. He doesn’t mind honestly, if Jin uses him raw.
Kame knows that he’s only an object to Jin - something Jin places beside him to make up for loss time - Kame doesn’t really understand.
Jin doesn’t make any attempt for Kame to. They are simply as is. And they both accept this fact, to some degree.
Jin doesn’t really care and Kame tries to shelter himself to be as indifferent as Jin, but his actions usually fall useless.
Maybe he does feel something for Jin. Kame’s not sure.
“Kame, I didn’t bring my towel.” Jin groans a week later, after their dance rehearsals are over and KAT-TUN is drenched in a beaded sweat. Kame frowns.
Even though Jin doesn’t ask him straight out, Kame knows that he wants his towel. But Kame thinks he needs it too. He dabs his fingers with the threadlike material slung across his neck in an unspoken consideration.
Jin asks again, continuing on with his air of indirectness. Kame looks around to see that most of KAT-TUN’s members are already gone. He feels a headache coming on again.
Cigarettes. Kame decides that he needs a pack of cigarettes. He doesn’t smoke, but it had been an annoying habit he picked up to relieve the stress Jin brought him.
He would blankly stare at the cigar, light it, and then watch the unhealthy tobacco disintegrate in front of his eyes.
Kame needs his cigars now.
He throws Jin his towel and then grabs his bag before heading out. When outside, a harsh gust of wind pecks away at Kame’s damp neck and he feels himself getting sick. He thinks that maybe, he should have dried off after all.
“Kame, I’m cold.”
It’s early spring but there are still mounds of snow on the ground. KAT-TUN is walking to their photo shoot site, and Kame listens to Jin’s complaints halfheartedly.
Kame’s cold too, but he doesn’t say anything. Kame thinks that he’s the poorest dressed for the weather among his friends; he hardly had anytime to throw on a sweater this morning.
He doesn’t know why Jin’s asking him of all people, but he figures it’s because he’s the only one who will comply with the man’s whines.
There is still another ten minutes of walking ahead of them, but Kame throws off his bland sweater and throws it in Jin’s direction before speeding up his walking pace.
Its a few days later and Kame feels dizzy. The doctor tells him not to overwork himself and not to go outside without being properly dressed. Kame nods when he hears the information and blearily walks out of the medical office.
He calls in sick and the manager only tells him to hurry up and get better. Kame agrees before heading home and throwing himself against his bed. He’s tired.
When Kame wakes up later in the evening, he hears his cell phone go off. Subconsciously, he reaches for it and answers in his weary. It’s Jin again. Kame frowns.
Jin asks him to meet him at his house in ten minutes and he desperately needs his help. Kame knows that it’s impossible to get to Jin’s house that quickly. He also knows that he should be resting. Nonetheless, Kame goes.
Kame figures that Jin didn’t need his help with anything to begin with. Almost half an hour later when Kame knocks on Jin’s front door, face red and forehead beaded with a sick sweat, Jin greets him impatiently.
“Kame, I’m horny.”
So they have sex, much to Kame’s reluctance. Jin’s impatient and Kame hardly has a say in anything as Jin strips him mercilessly, not bothering with any sort of lubrication.
It hurts like hell and Kame hates it. But no matter how much he hates it, Kame still doesn’t mind.
He and Jin are lying down his couch even though Jin is already half asleep, Kame asks what he is to Jin. If Jin uses him to this extent, he asks if there are any feelings behind any of it. Jin shrugs. He tells Kame that he doesn’t know.
“Are we friends?” Kame persists.
Jin’s too tired to care much for the question and shrugs again. Kame feels his shoulders brushing against his own and he shivers. “Yeah, I guess.” Jin says.
“Lovers?” Kame asks.
Jin shakes his head and tells Kame that that’s impossible. Kame doesn’t see why, but he doesn’t say anything. Jin yawns again and Kame stands up a little, wondering where in the mess his clothes had scattered off to. Jin tells him that he’s going to sleep.
It’s Kame turn to shrug as he sits up. “Whatever.”
Friends with benefits, Kame decides silently, covering his face with a clammy palm. He and Jin just are friends with benefits.
For some reason, the thought tastes funny and Kame begins to laugh. He doesn’t even remember when his laughter had erupted into a strangled sob but it does. Jin’s too deep into his sleep to notice but Kame sobs regardless.
He hates Jin. Jin’s always the winner.
It’s a month later and while at home, Kame feels his phone vibrating against his back pocket. He doesn’t need to think twice about whom it is and what they want.
Kame takes the phone from his pocket and without looking at the caller ID, sets it aside as he heads to his bedroom.
He rustles through his clothing for a tube of lubrication and a pack of cigarettes. Kame doesn’t smoke, but on days like this, he can’t help himself.
He also knows that Jin would much rather prefer rough sex, but Kame’s not up for that. In fact, a part of him is sick of being used for Jin’s own selfish desires.
Kame reconsiders the thought. Some days he hates it, but most days Kame doesn’t mind it at all.
He shuts the door behind him with a steady thump as he exits. He feels the lump of cigarettes in his jacket pocket and smiles a little crookedly. At least he can bring his sanctuary with him.
His phone goes off again, but this time Kame answers it. “Where are you?” Jin’s voice is laced with an inculpable edginess. He’s probably at his house, impatiently waiting for Kame’s arrival.
Kame contemplates the thought of not going. Not going would mean that he’ll be able to walk normally to work tomorrow. Not going would mean that he won’t have to lie to his friends tomorrow when they ask where he’s been. Not going would be best.
So, Kame replies slowly.
“I’m coming.”
Jin is impatient and hates it when Kame keeps him waiting. And Kame knows this much. He doesn’t know why feels as compelled to go as he does, but he does. Jin wasn’t ever going to read his users’ manual no matter what Kame said.
Despite knowing all of this, Kame grins. Feeling the large curvy clump in the back of his pants pocket; at least their sex wouldn’t be quite as painful this time. Kame’s grin widens.
Maybe Jin isn’t the winner this time.
♫
Me thinks that there hath been some sort of misunderstanding, yes? Drabbles are drabbles and I just write them to anger people for fun. Well anyways…all I have to say this time is…I love Macbeth! (♥__♥)
Summary: Some days Kame feels like Jin’s using him. Most days, Kame doesn’t care
Genre: Romance/General
Pairings: Jin/Kame (Akame)
Other Characters: None
Content: 1,848-word drabble
Author: Nerd-san
Disclaimer: I am not in any way affiliated with Johnny Entertainment
Users’ Manual
If there was ever such a thing as a user’s manual for people, Kame thinks that Jin would need to read one about him.
But Jin doesn’t like reading - he wouldn’t waste his time. Kame knows this much. He also knows that Jin only ever uses him. But he doesn’t mind.
Really, he doesn’t.
Discharged from his thoughts, Kame sits blankly, allowing the manager’s lecture to pass him by. The rest of KAT-TUN is in the room as well, sitting closer to the manager to digest his words whilst Kame and Jin sit somewhere near the back of the studio.
Kame doesn’t know why Jin bothers to agree to all the drama invitees if he clearly shows zero interest in said subject. But the man is sitting beside him, nonetheless.
Or rather, sleeping.
Kame doesn’t understand a lot of things about Jin. He wouldn’t mind trying to, either, if only the man would allow it. But Jin says that since he doesn’t want to understand Kame either, that it should be a fair trade. Reluctantly, when Jin passed the words, Kame remained silent. It made enough sense.
But, Kame thinks again, if Jin really isn’t interested in partaking in their latest drama, he should at least refrain from shifting in his chair and mumbling incoherent words every now and then. It really distracts Kame.
So when the manager calls upon the younger man to answer the question about the production schedule, Kame’s mind runs blank.
There is a stealthy silence passed between his band mates and the manager looks rather ticked off.
He narrows his thin eyebrow ridge and Kame feels the beads of sweat running down the side of his face. Or it’s from the unbearable amount of embarrassment, he isn’t sure.
He opens his mouth to say something - anything - but all runs dry. The manager’s frown creases as Kame lowers his gaze.
The rest of KAT-TUN erupts into a fit of playfully strangled chortles and Kame feels himself coloring again. Sometimes his friends could be rather immature, he decides.
But then again, if only he had been able to hear the manager’s question, Kame might have known the answer.
He looks to his left at the still sleeping figure. Kame glares at the man. It’s Jin’s fault - and he knows this - but he can hardly bring himself to blame the man.
With his auburn hair gleaming delicately under the harsh shade of the studio, with his mouth lightly ajar and lips oh-so quietly parted from one another, Kame can’t bring himself to blame Jin.
It’s for reasons like these that Kame hates Jin.
“Did you finish re-writing the script?”
Jin asks this with a furtive yawn and customary stretch-of-the-hands as he and Kame walk off for their lunch break.
“Did you finish re-writing the script?” Kame knows, translates to “Did you make my copy too?”
The interrogation session is already over and Jin has successfully woken up. Kame finds it strange that the only reason Jin wakes up is to walk for a few minutes before throwing himself into a deep slumber again.
Kame doesn’t voice this crude observation, however, and only reaches into his knapsack to throw Jin a copy of his well-designed, edited version of their drama script.
Their manager had requested everyone read over their lines for the night and voice any complaints they had with the script in writing. Kame had already finished his own copy last night, but he didn’t understand why he did Jin’s as well.
Still walking, Jin takes it ungratefully, crumpling the edges Kame had taken extra time to even out. But at least Jin grins, throwing Kame a slap on the back with his rugged hand. This is much more than Kame’s used to.
Thinking of it again, Kame really hates Jin.
But he’s a little happy, for some reason beyond his mind’s thinking capacity. He should be royally ticked off. He should hit Jin. He should curse Jin to do his own work. But he can’t. He doesn’t mind honestly, if Jin uses him raw.
Kame knows that he’s only an object to Jin - something Jin places beside him to make up for loss time - Kame doesn’t really understand.
Jin doesn’t make any attempt for Kame to. They are simply as is. And they both accept this fact, to some degree.
Jin doesn’t really care and Kame tries to shelter himself to be as indifferent as Jin, but his actions usually fall useless.
Maybe he does feel something for Jin. Kame’s not sure.
“Kame, I didn’t bring my towel.” Jin groans a week later, after their dance rehearsals are over and KAT-TUN is drenched in a beaded sweat. Kame frowns.
Even though Jin doesn’t ask him straight out, Kame knows that he wants his towel. But Kame thinks he needs it too. He dabs his fingers with the threadlike material slung across his neck in an unspoken consideration.
Jin asks again, continuing on with his air of indirectness. Kame looks around to see that most of KAT-TUN’s members are already gone. He feels a headache coming on again.
Cigarettes. Kame decides that he needs a pack of cigarettes. He doesn’t smoke, but it had been an annoying habit he picked up to relieve the stress Jin brought him.
He would blankly stare at the cigar, light it, and then watch the unhealthy tobacco disintegrate in front of his eyes.
Kame needs his cigars now.
He throws Jin his towel and then grabs his bag before heading out. When outside, a harsh gust of wind pecks away at Kame’s damp neck and he feels himself getting sick. He thinks that maybe, he should have dried off after all.
“Kame, I’m cold.”
It’s early spring but there are still mounds of snow on the ground. KAT-TUN is walking to their photo shoot site, and Kame listens to Jin’s complaints halfheartedly.
Kame’s cold too, but he doesn’t say anything. Kame thinks that he’s the poorest dressed for the weather among his friends; he hardly had anytime to throw on a sweater this morning.
He doesn’t know why Jin’s asking him of all people, but he figures it’s because he’s the only one who will comply with the man’s whines.
There is still another ten minutes of walking ahead of them, but Kame throws off his bland sweater and throws it in Jin’s direction before speeding up his walking pace.
Its a few days later and Kame feels dizzy. The doctor tells him not to overwork himself and not to go outside without being properly dressed. Kame nods when he hears the information and blearily walks out of the medical office.
He calls in sick and the manager only tells him to hurry up and get better. Kame agrees before heading home and throwing himself against his bed. He’s tired.
When Kame wakes up later in the evening, he hears his cell phone go off. Subconsciously, he reaches for it and answers in his weary. It’s Jin again. Kame frowns.
Jin asks him to meet him at his house in ten minutes and he desperately needs his help. Kame knows that it’s impossible to get to Jin’s house that quickly. He also knows that he should be resting. Nonetheless, Kame goes.
Kame figures that Jin didn’t need his help with anything to begin with. Almost half an hour later when Kame knocks on Jin’s front door, face red and forehead beaded with a sick sweat, Jin greets him impatiently.
“Kame, I’m horny.”
So they have sex, much to Kame’s reluctance. Jin’s impatient and Kame hardly has a say in anything as Jin strips him mercilessly, not bothering with any sort of lubrication.
It hurts like hell and Kame hates it. But no matter how much he hates it, Kame still doesn’t mind.
He and Jin are lying down his couch even though Jin is already half asleep, Kame asks what he is to Jin. If Jin uses him to this extent, he asks if there are any feelings behind any of it. Jin shrugs. He tells Kame that he doesn’t know.
“Are we friends?” Kame persists.
Jin’s too tired to care much for the question and shrugs again. Kame feels his shoulders brushing against his own and he shivers. “Yeah, I guess.” Jin says.
“Lovers?” Kame asks.
Jin shakes his head and tells Kame that that’s impossible. Kame doesn’t see why, but he doesn’t say anything. Jin yawns again and Kame stands up a little, wondering where in the mess his clothes had scattered off to. Jin tells him that he’s going to sleep.
It’s Kame turn to shrug as he sits up. “Whatever.”
Friends with benefits, Kame decides silently, covering his face with a clammy palm. He and Jin just are friends with benefits.
For some reason, the thought tastes funny and Kame begins to laugh. He doesn’t even remember when his laughter had erupted into a strangled sob but it does. Jin’s too deep into his sleep to notice but Kame sobs regardless.
He hates Jin. Jin’s always the winner.
It’s a month later and while at home, Kame feels his phone vibrating against his back pocket. He doesn’t need to think twice about whom it is and what they want.
Kame takes the phone from his pocket and without looking at the caller ID, sets it aside as he heads to his bedroom.
He rustles through his clothing for a tube of lubrication and a pack of cigarettes. Kame doesn’t smoke, but on days like this, he can’t help himself.
He also knows that Jin would much rather prefer rough sex, but Kame’s not up for that. In fact, a part of him is sick of being used for Jin’s own selfish desires.
Kame reconsiders the thought. Some days he hates it, but most days Kame doesn’t mind it at all.
He shuts the door behind him with a steady thump as he exits. He feels the lump of cigarettes in his jacket pocket and smiles a little crookedly. At least he can bring his sanctuary with him.
His phone goes off again, but this time Kame answers it. “Where are you?” Jin’s voice is laced with an inculpable edginess. He’s probably at his house, impatiently waiting for Kame’s arrival.
Kame contemplates the thought of not going. Not going would mean that he’ll be able to walk normally to work tomorrow. Not going would mean that he won’t have to lie to his friends tomorrow when they ask where he’s been. Not going would be best.
So, Kame replies slowly.
“I’m coming.”
Jin is impatient and hates it when Kame keeps him waiting. And Kame knows this much. He doesn’t know why feels as compelled to go as he does, but he does. Jin wasn’t ever going to read his users’ manual no matter what Kame said.
Despite knowing all of this, Kame grins. Feeling the large curvy clump in the back of his pants pocket; at least their sex wouldn’t be quite as painful this time. Kame’s grin widens.
Maybe Jin isn’t the winner this time.
♫
Me thinks that there hath been some sort of misunderstanding, yes? Drabbles are drabbles and I just write them to anger people for fun. Well anyways…all I have to say this time is…I love Macbeth! (♥__♥)