247 lbs of Love: The Liar’s Game: Seventh Lie
Three simple rules, thirty short days
Title: 247 lbs of Love: The Liar’s Game
Summary: Jin, Yamashita and Ryo made a bet that Jin couldn’t get into Kame’s pants within a month. Stubbornly, Jin accepted the challenge; what he couldn’t accept were the feelings that came along with it. After all, the third rule was that it was Kame’s job to fall in love; not his
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairings: Akame (main) [Jin/Kame], mentions of Ryoda [Ryo/Ueda] and Tomapi [Yamashita/Toma]
Other Characters: KAT-TUN, Ryo, Yamashita
Content: Romance, drama, light humor, inevitable angst, major Kokame friendship, slightly cruel plot?
Author: Nerd-san
Disclaimer: I am not in any way affiliated with Johnny Entertainment
247 lbs of Love: The Liar’s Game: Seventh Lie
The Liar’s Game: Seventh Lie
Rule 1: No one is to know about any of this being a game
Rule 2: If anyone is to find out about the lies, the game is over
Rule 3: You, by no means, are to fall in love with your victim
Kame uncomfortably shifted his weight in his chair. “Jin?”
Jin, who was blankly staring at his glass and its contents slowly tore his gaze and turned to his boyfriend. “Yeah?”
Kame registered Jin’s words but looked painfully at the dance floor where he could see Koki and Nakamaru, Taguchi and someone he hadn’t recognized, and even Yamashita was happily bouncing about.
Tegoshi and Massu remained seated, although nowhere near Jin and Kame, along with most of NEWS who were mindlessly chatting about.
It was a lively and upbeat atmosphere; the lights dimed so that neither idol needed much of a disguise and even Ryo and Ueda seemed to be talking in a corner of their own.
Kame sighed and turned back to the drink he had barely touched. Why were he and Jin the only ones who seemed broody? Kame sighed again. “Can we not dance?” he asked quietly, “we’ve done enough of that at work already.”
Jin didn’t want to get up of his seat either so he muddled a quick “yeah.”
He and Kame had been sitting around doing next to nothing for the past half an hour, ordering drinks that had gone to waste and eating food that they hadn’t even liked.
Regardless, Kame couldn’t help but to smile. He was with Jin; that was all that mattered. Their stools were close enough for Kame to plop his head into the crook of Jin’s neck and leave it there.
As if it were an automated reaction, Jin took his hand from his glass and began threading a finger through the latter’s hair. Kame closed his eyes and allowed Jin’s presence to engulf him. “I…I like this.” He took a hand and wrapped it around Jin’s.
All Jin could do was nod solemnly. Kame was being affectionate. That should have been a good thing. A really good thing. But the only feeling left in the pit of his stomach was the churning of the water in his system.
He closed his eyes. Perhaps if he had just imagined himself to be elsewhere, he wouldn’t feel so empty. Jin rested his head on top of Kame’s. “Yeah,” he muttered breathlessly.
Kame frowned as he opened his eyes. “Jin, is something the matter?” He took his head from Jin’s neck but still held on firmly to his hand. Jin refused to look the man in the eyes.
Kame noticed but said nothing. He didn’t understand the concept of relationships, but he did understand that Jin clearly did not want to be here. Were they still fighting? Kame thought that they had already come to a mutual agreement to take their relationship a lot slower. Was Jin mad because of that?
He tore his gaze from the stone-like Jin and to the clock pasted on the wall of the small tavern. Its hands read a little past ten since the moment they had gotten there. Broken, Kame thought.
The clock stops its movement and this night continues on it its awkward manner…as if it’s revealing all the faults in our relationship. “You’re not very talkative and all you’ve been telling me since the moment we got here is ‘yeah’.”
Kame said this in the best nonchalant voice he could muster. But then again what was the point in acting indifferent? He loved Jin.
Jin didn’t seem to notice and only asked the bartender for another shot, disposing of his last untouched cup. “Oh,” he muttered, giving the bartender his money.
Kame made a face as he ordered another glass of water. Jin lightly smiled at Kame’s prudish choice of drink and ended up laughing nonetheless. Kame grinned and reached into his pocket, revealing a shining onyx phone.
“Here, look.” He nudged Jin as the tender slid over his order. “It’s the phone you bought for me.” Jin took it from Kame’s hands and inspected the phone carefully. Perfect condition; barely used.
“Ah.” Jin nodded, remembering where it had come from. “You already switched?” he was surprised at how quick that had been. How quickly he had lied - how easily Kame had accepted his lie. Jin silently wondered if ‘trusting someone too much’ existed.
KAT-TUN’s youngest member continued to remain oblivious to Jin’s inner seething as he hooked an arm around Jin’s. Jin didn’t mind the action, not at all, but it still sent unpleasant shivers down his spine. He was confused. Oh so confused.
In his life, Kame was supposed to be someone who came and went. At most, a friend. This, Jin thought, this was a lie. All of it: a big, fat lie.
Wrapping a protective hand around Kame’s torso, pulling him close, whispering things he couldn’t even remember - it wasn’t what Jin wanted to do on his own accord; it was what he did to win.
“Of course I already switched.” Kame confirmed, resting his head in Jin’s chest now. Kame chuckled as he leaned up to give Jin a kiss. Jin cocked his head to turn and the kiss ended up landing on his left cheek. “For your ears only, though, right?”
Jin groaned at the touch but kept the sound to a minimal. I need a drink. A long, hard drink. He didn’t need to be reminded of his lies. But being with Kame was already clear proof.
Jin shook his head ignorantly and handed the phone back. “I was just kidding. Use it in whatever way you want.”
Kame latched himself from the latter and pursed his lips before turning back to his water. “Mood killer.”
Kame was being affectionate. Very affectionate. Jin knew this, yet he couldn’t bring himself up to make even the tiniest of movements. It was like Kame had some sort of untouchable wall surrounding him that Jin couldn’t break down, no matter how hard he tried.
If he tried, really tried and not the half-assed attempts he had been giving thus far, he probably would succeed in breaking past the barriers Kame had set up for himself.
Oddly enough, though, Jin didn’t want to. No matter what the current situation was, at the end of the day, Kame was still his friend.
If Kame was his friend, then he wouldn’t have been doing this to him. Jin shook his glass and watched its contents swivel around ruthlessly. “I’m sorry.” With his voice barely above a whisper, Jin almost began to laugh at himself. Just what was he doing?
“Jin, what are you apologizing for?” Kame softly interjected, confusion written on every feature of his paling face.
Jin looked a Kame for a second. His hair was as perfect as ever, his lips slightly parted in bewilderment, eyebrow narrowed softly and eyes on Jin. You’re not my lover, yet you’re not my friend. Just what are you to me, Kame?
“You’re the type of person who’d tell me a truthful ‘I just like you’ instead of a deceitful ‘I truly love you’.” Jin settled with at last, disregarding his gin and standing up from his stool. He felt sick. Sort of. And for reasons he had yet to understand.
Confusion continued to sweep through Kame as he stood up as well, walking towards the latter. “What are you talking about Jin?” he didn’t understand what was with Jin’s sudden outburst. “Jin, I lo-”
“I don’t think I should have come out tonight.” Jin cut him off, stopping in his movements abruptly so that Kame accidently bumped into him.
The older man took a rough hand and swept it through his rigid hair. “My head’s killing me,” he admitted.
Kame nodded and opened his mouth to say something before Yamashita’s loud holler had cut him from his speech. The music of the tavern was blaring at an unhealthy volume but the shout was loud enough for both Jin and Kame to catch.
Jin looked down at Kame who only shrugged. “I’ll be right back, Pi’s calling.” Jin gave Kame a quick peck on the cheek before scurrying away. Kame nodded and watched as Jin meshed into the dancers and sparks of seizure-causing colors.
Kame sat back down and the bartender gave him a quizzed look. Kame frowned and asked for another pitcher of water. The bartender laughed at Kame’s lack of alcohol consumption and asked why he had even come if he didn’t plan on getting drunk. Kame ignored him.
“I think he’s taken the words to heart,” he said to the bartender.
The man with graying hair gave Kame a look that asked him to elaborate on his vague words. Kame picked up his glass of water and heaved it all down in one go. Then he asked for a beer.
The tender shrugged and did as he was told, handing the man his first beer. Kame stared at it for a minute before taking a quick sip. He made a face of disgust but drank the rest down anyway.
He hiccupped for half a minute before he laughed. “Told him to slow the relationship down,” he confessed, “looks like he’s taken it to heart. I’m kinda’ pisshed actually.” Kame slumped his head down against the counter and sighed. Thinking of Jin hurt every heart string.
Minutes later, Kame fluttered his eyes open and sat up. He saw Koki nearing him with a laughable wave and awkwardly shiny sneakers.
Kame wasn’t sure if they had always looked so sparkly under the heavy lighting or if it had been the small dose of alcohol taking effect. Either way, he chose to disregard the tiny feature and focus on his sweaty friend.
Koki stopped at last when he plopped down in the stool next to him, where Jin had been sitting a few minutes prior, and asked for a quick glass of beer. He looked at the half-empty glass of beer next to Kame and then looked back at the man; he continued to stare for a good few minutes.
Weary of his gaze, Kame barked an irritable “whuut?”
Koki finished his drink and then thanked the elderly man who was supplying them. He turned in the stool to face Kame. “Where’d Jin go?” he asked.
Kame nudged his head in the general direction of the dance floor where Jin and Yamashita were standing around. “Yamapi,” he said as unaffectedly as he could. With the alcohol in his system, it wasn’t hard.
Koki followed Kame’s gaze and saw Jin and Yamashita lounging around the back of the pub. They were a pretty good distance away from everything else and were speaking as if they were caught up in their own conversation; which wasn’t abnormal.
“Did Jin try something?” Koki asked suddenly, and Kame very slowly tore his stare from his cup and to Koki.
Koki’s face seemed to be shinning too - glistening with sweat from dancing, or Kame had been seeing things again. The younger man shut his eyes venomously and wished the faux images gone. He regretted even taking a mouthful of the alcoholic drink.
He then registered the question. Did Jin try something? Kame said nothing for the longest time; he didn’t plan on answering Koki’s question. Even if Jin had, what business was it of Koki’s?
Luckily for him, Nakamaru trailed in soon after, also asking for a quick drink and then sitting down next to his boyfriend.
Nakamaru noted the murky atmosphere and bit his lower lip unsurely. “What’re you guys talking about?” he didn’t know if he had wanted the answer, but he felt obligated to ask anyway.
“Something’s not right.” Koki shook his head and downed his beer. He then nudged his boyfriend gently and sighed. “Maru thinks so too.”
The conversation instantly clicked. Nakamaru turned to Koki. “Are we talking about Jin?”
Kame narrowed his eyes; why was it that all of Johnny’s Entertainment seemed to know about his love life? And more importantly, why was it that everyone seemed weary of Jin?
Kame asked for another glass and stared at the firm color mindlessly, angry at everyone for being so bias against his boyfriend. “What are yous implying?” he held the cup up to his lips. “That Jin’s…”
“We’re not implying anything, Kame.” Nakamaru interrupted quietly. “We’re just saying that Jin…he’s not himself.”
“He’sh tired.”
Unlike Nakamaru, Koki wasn’t as understanding or as patient. He shot up from his chair and his nostrils nearly flared in anger. “Shit! I feel like you’re covering for him!” he accused heatedly, voice streaming with duplicity.
Koki couldn’t help it - he could hardly believe his ears. After all he had heard - Kame was still choosing to trust Jin.
Of course Koki had no concrete evidence of anything, but his gut feeling told him that this relationship wasn’t going according to Kame’s agenda. He had come out to try and explain this to Kame but he could hardly bring himself up to speak of Jin without blowing up.
Kame shut his eyes angrily, allowing the alcohol to work its way down his throat, even if it did harshly burn his esophagus. At least it was a better feeling than knowing that his best friend was upset with him.
The man then swung a carelessly hand in the air and frowned irately. “Why can’t you just trust my decision?!” he half-whined, half-shouted, “Ohr are you shaying that it’s imp…” Kame hiccupped again, “impossible for Jin to ruv me?”
Koki sighed; trying to reason with his friend in this sort of state was nearly impossible. But the rapper tried to do so anyway. “Kame, you know that’s not what we-”
“Then whuut?” Kame challenged, pushing aside his third glass. “Whuut can you even shay thatid justify yoor wurds?!”
That was enough. Over the sound of the heated music, enthusiastic feet and crazily excited hollers, Koki had had enough. He dove in and grabbed the unsuspecting Kame’s elbow.
“Fucking shit, you’re an angry drunk. Come on, I’m taking you home.” He began pushing the younger man away in the general direction of the exit, but Kame refused to get out of his stool.
“No!” he yelped and undid Koki’s hold. “I want to stay!”
“I’m not leaving you unattended!” the man shot back.
Nakamaru, not liking the outcome of the heated conversation, placed a gentle hand on the rapper’s shoulders. “Koki…”
“Tha hell am I?! Five?!” Kame shouted at the top of his lungs, very slightly attracting the attention of a few strangers. Most were too busy dancing to take much notice. The music was a nice covering as well and drowned out most of the other sounds.
Koki, rather upset from Kame’s sudden outburst, decided that instead of backing down, he would grab a hold of his friend’s elbow. He did so and began dragging the struggling celebrity away from the alcohol.
He struggled and even swung a drunken fist in Koki’s direction. “I ’an take care of my own damn shelf!” Kame yanked himself free and Koki furrowed his eyebrows in distaste. “An’ I can make my own fushing decishions too, so just screw off!”
Koki snorted and allowed Kame to mindlessly fling himself about. It wasn’t that he was angry with Kame - that was impossible - Koki was simply frustrated by the sheer amount of trust Kame was willing to give Jin.
“Fine!” he shouted in return, turning his heavy back to Kame. “Let Jin have his way with you! See if I care!”
Anti-climax.
Koki began to walk off and hesitantly, Nakamaru ran after his boyfriend. The oldest KAT-TUN member looked back to see Kame beginning to wander off and he hurried to place a hand on Koki’s shoulders hoping to have him reconsider his actions.
“Koki, calm down,” he said, but the latter made no motion to slow down his pace. Nakamaru sighed in frustration at the rapper’s stubborn nature. “He’s just drunk!” Nakamaru continued to vouch for Kame’s drunkenly negative attitude.
Koki shook his head. “I know…I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He sighed and then stopped once the two were further away from most of the music, the dancing, and the people. They remained in their imaginary cubicle of isolation near the back of the pub.
The rapper considered sitting down on one of the plushy chairs but changed his mind soon after another couple had already occupied the seats. He turned back to the silent Nakamaru with dejected eyes. “He’s so obliviously in love with Jin that it pisses me off.”
Nakamaru smiled. Koki was as see-through as plastic wrap. “Oh, really now?” he grinned teasingly and poked the man’s ribs. “Afraid Kame won’t have time for you anymore?”
“Geez.” Koki couldn’t help but to have his lips twitch up at the words. “Well, maybe. That and I don’t understand Jin’s intentions.” He said nothing further and only leaned against the dark wall, eyeing Nakamaru carefully.
“You know, Kame - be it drunk or not - has a point. Why can’t you just leave the two be? Or do you really think it’s impossible for Jin to love Kame too?”
Koki considered the inquiry. In the end, he was left without words.
Impossible was such a harsh word, he preferred thinking of it more as highly unlikely. But it wasn’t impossible. Not completely, anyway. He shook his head, “I…I…”
Stunned at the latter’s lack of speech, Nakamaru gasped. “Oh god, Koki…you really think it’s impossible?!”
“No!” The rapper quickly shot back in his defense. “No! It’s not that.” Koki thought the notion over. “Well, partially,” he admitted, “I mean…you and I both know that Jin’s as straight as a pencil.”
Nakamaru laughed and ruffled a few strands of Koki’s hair. “A bendy pencil.”
“Maru!”
Putting his hands up in a defensive manner, Nakamaru pretended to surrender to Koki’s will. “Sorry, sorry.” He chuckled and wrapped a hand around Koki’s and the two walked past Jin and Yamashita who seemed to be conversing.
They paid the two best friends no attention, and the only word in passing that could be heard clearly was Ikuta.
“Maybe you should have brought Ikuta along,” Jin mumbled under his breath as Nakamaru and Koki passed by, sparing the two a small passing glance.
He stood around Yamashita, who was sitting down one of the stiff bar chairs, allowing the callous wood to eagerly gnaw away at his back.
The leader of NEWS didn’t bother to meet Jin’s eyes and turned down to his already emptied glass of tonic. Jin looked at the drink and crumpled his lips together in utmost distaste; he was used to sitting with Kame who drank nothing more than water.
Yamashita laughed and took to his eleventh glass. “Maybe.”
Jin wasn’t much of an expert when it came to feelings or noticing the emotions of the others around him, but he was certain that his friend wasn’t happy.
He had known Yamashita for years and yet the only conclusion Jin could come to was that his friend wasn’t happy. Anyone within a meter radius of Yamashita could sense that.
Jin pursed his lips together and looked over longingly at where Kame sat. How much longer until he could go back to his isolated world with the latter? Jin banished the thought and turned back to Yamashita. He scratched the tip of his ear, feeling obligated to say something.
“Are you two going out?” he asked nonchalantly.
Yamashita’s tolerance with alcohol was surprisingly good and even with the unbearable amount of tonic down his system; his sentences were still clear and well-spoken. “I told you that there weren’t things to go places to begin with,” he stated simply. “We were never going out.”
“But you like him.”
“Do you like Kame?”
Jin nearly choked on something that hadn’t been in his mouth. “What does this have to do with anything?!” he barked back, a little defensive.
The latter seemed pleased with the outburst and only grinned drunkenly as he placed his head down on the counter. “When you answer that, I’ll answer you.” He burbled the words together so it took Jin a little while longer to understand what had been said.
When Jin finally understood the exchange of text he merely shrugged and the topic was dropped. With the barely-sober Yamashita and eager-to-leave Jin, it wasn’t that hard to forget what had been said altogether.
Not seated too far from where Taguchi, Shige and Koyama were dancing now, Ryo and Ueda looked like they were talking; in a civilized manner, nonetheless. Jin’s eyes beamed in glorification at the sight of his unofficial leader and best friend.
Ryo was making progress. At last. Jin kept in the cheer to himself and nudged the sleeping Yamashita, telling him to look. What Jin didn’t realize, however, was that that had been the direction his gawk had been fixated to since the moment he arrived.
“Ryo looks happy.” Jin pointed out happily. “He’s finally talking to Ueda! It’s about time, too. What do you think they’re talking about?”
Yamashita closed his eyes again and began seeping into a long, drunken sleep. “I don’t care.” The reply was quick, snippy and pretty rude for his naturally playful nature.
Jin grunted and mentally placed the blame on the alcohol. “Grumpy.”
Yamashita fluttered his eyes open for another second, traced his eyes to where Jin was looking and then tried to turn back.
The latter part of the job took more effort than he thought it would. He tried and tried to peel his gaze from Ryo, from Ueda, from the both of them who were laughing at some unfunny joke that had been passed, but in the end, Yamashita couldn’t. What the hell was wrong with him? He blamed the beer.
Jin, as slow as he was, caught on soon enough. He waved a confused hand in front of his friend’s face. “Why’re you starting at Ryo?” he asked hopelessly. The latter didn’t answer. “Pi?” Jin called again. “Pi?!”
Yamashita yawned, closed his eyes and had it not been for Jin’s lightning reflexes, would have fallen off his chair completely. “Oh for the love of-” Jin took a hold of Yamashita’s arms and attempted to pull the man back up. “Pi!”
The man was clearly unconscious and Jin groaned out loud now. “Kame’s waiting for me and you’re wasting my time with this.”
He still hadn’t understood the purpose of the man calling him over to begin with, but Jin stood the unconscious idol to his feet and began dragging him off in Ryo and Ueda’s direction. “You owe me,” he said.
“Yo! Nishikido!” Jin teased aloud and the startled Ryo nearly jumped from his seat. Ueda remained stone-faced and only offered a raised brow with regards to the body Jin had been lugging around.
Upon seeing that it was merely his two best friends, Ryo sighed. “Jin…” He began and then stood, excusing himself for a moment before grabbing Jin by the sleeve and speaking to him away from Ueda. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“You can confess your love after! Right now we have a little problem. Or well, a rather heavy one.” Yamashita, who has one hand slung over Jin’s shoulder, merely hiccupped in his sleep.
Ryo stood back, aghast. He had been close - oh so close to telling Ueda how he felt - and had it not been for this, he would have succeeded. Possibly. “Oh god. What do you want me to do?” he asked Jin.
“Take him home.”
“Jin! You do that!”
Jin shook his head. “Kame’s waiting for me.”
“Why should-” Ryo stopped mid-sentenced and lowered his tone of voice, “why should it matter?” Jin remained silent, unsure of how to answer.
Why should it have mattered?
“What you feel for him isn’t real Jin.” Ryo, accepting defeat, took the out cold Yamashita from Jin’s arms and into his own. “Or is it?” The listless body fit easily into his own body.
Jin snorted angrily and shook his head. “Of course it’s not!” The more I want to believe myself, the less I understand.
He stalked off in anger, disbelief, shock and most distinctively - worry. Worry that what Ryo said had been true. But it couldn’t have been. He was only out here tonight for one sole purpose: winning the bet.
“Keep your eyes on the prize and you won’t lose,” Jin whispered to himself as he neared where Kame was.
The man was out-cold, utterly wasted and in no better shape than Yamashita. Jin chuckled softly, unsure of what to say and sat down next to Kame.
“Kame, I’m taking you home.” He settled with alas, and Kame said nothing. Jin’s chuckles became louder and he took the smaller man into his arms. Had he always been this thin? Jin couldn’t remember.
Thinking about it now, he could hardly remember anything about Kame since that time. Jin made a face at the remembrance, shook his head and headed out. No one saw him with Kame in his arms and if they did, they said nothing about it.
For a split second, Jin’s eyes met with Shige’s but Jin disposed of the action.
Deciding that Kame’s house would be far too long of a journey for a drunken man, Jin took Kame home in a literal sense. Mainly because his house was far closer than Kame’s and that Jin was sure the younger man would be able to hold off puking until they reached their destination.
Surprisingly, the drunken Kame didn’t vomit. Once Jin placed him on the couch of his living room, he didn’t do much else at all.
Jin then ventured off into the kitchen to prepare the man a nice glass of water and then instruct him to sleep. Sleep should have been the least of Jin’s worries, but it wasn’t. Kame was drunk, alone and in his living room. With his memory, the man would hardly be able to remember what had happened.
Jin shook his head. That wouldn’t be right.
With that last thought, Jin re-entered the living room with a glass of water in hand. Kame was awake now, not fully, but enough to be able to sit up. Jin walked over to him and handed him the glass. Kame took it cautiously and Jin sat down next to the man.
Kame, who to Jin’s knowledge was still under the influence, began to chuckle hoarsely. He mumbled incoherent sentences that Jin could not decipher exactly and then shoved the glass aside, flinging himself into the startled Jin’s arms.
Jin blinked in a befuddled confusion. It wasn’t that the sudden warmth against him didn’t feel nice - of course it did - but he was more bemused than anything else.
Jin’s breathing picked up its pace as he tackled Kame onto his back. Jin knew where this was leading. What he didn’t know was whether it would be lead him to heaven…or to hell.
“Jin, I love you.” Kame mouthed the words as his lips coincidentally brushed against the nape of Jin’s ear. The latter felt a pleasurable sensation run down the ends of his spine, but he refused to acknowledge it.
Kame loved him? As in loved him loved him?
In the end, all Jin could do was whisper a huskily low, “I know…” even though he hadn’t known it at all.
If things continued on in the same manner, Jin was sure he would no longer be able to contain himself from his desires. Kame was practically inviting to do whatever he wished with him.
At this rate, he could win. Jin would win.
His breathing picked up its unsteady pace and Jin was beginning to disbelief Kame’s supposed lack of expertise.
He knew just where to touch, how hard to press and exactly what to say to leave the disoriented Jin wanting more. Kame feverishly licked the convex outing of Jin’s right ear and then continued to tease the poor man mercilessly.
“Take me, Jin.” Kame muttered hoarsely, as if hardly knowing what he was saying on his own. “I want you to take me.” He repeated and the words barely made their way into Jin’s mind when he began to flush uncontrollably.
Jin couldn’t take it anymore. He needed release and he needed it now or else the man would be driven mad with lust. Tempted, Jin bit down on his lower lip to suppress a moan and any other taunting thought that may have followed. He could win.
He could win - he was going to win. Now, all he needed to do was to through away any sense of humanity he had left in him, pull off the rest of Kame’s trousers and be finished with the deed. Jin harshly bit into the skin of his lower lip. It was now or never.
But then, there it was again. The invisible barrier Kame had built for himself. But he was drunk and could hardly collect his bearings, much less understand his whereabouts. He was completely open to anything and that was exactly how Jin should have wanted it.
Kame wrapped his hands around Jin’s bent neck in a tight manner. Jin shut his eyes and did what he could do to keep his thought anywhere but what was waking between his legs. He couldn’t. In the end, he couldn’t.
Jin pried himself from Kame’s lock and then up from the sofa. His breathing was heavy and deranged to the point Jin could barely recognize his own voice.
Kame, oblivious to all around him, yawned and wrapped his arms around himself. His eyes fell into line and eventually he fell asleep.
Jin stood up and dashed into his bathroom. He threw open the sink for the silence was deafening and scrambled to get the shower started. He needed a shower. A nice, long, cold shower. A really cold shower.
His head hurt. Or was it his heart? Jin wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to be sure. Disregarding all else at that moment, Jin stepped into the cold shower, clothes on, and allowed the harsh droplets of water to cease him.
His breathing was unsteady and uneasy but Jin was certain that they would return to normal given time. He would return to normal, given time.
After all, what he was feeling wasn’t real.
Feelings that should have been there weren’t. The only feelings that had been present inside Jin were those of stubborn victory. Even if there were feelings…they weren’t real.
These feelings…weren’t they a game?