fic; crossings
Title: Crossings
Pairing: Pin
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Summary: Yamapi pays Jin a visit in LA and Jin learns something about his best friend. (Or, Pin are stupid and stuff. >_>)
Author’s Note: 4837 words. So, after this, I am never writing Pin again. DX Okay, yes, that’s totally a lie, but omg I have never had so much trouble with writing Pin before. They basically wrote this themselves. Seriously. I couldn’t stop it. So blame them if it sucks. >_> Idrk what this is. I’d actually deleted it and then revived it a few weeks later, so I totally lost any possible plans I had for it in the beginning, lol. But anyway, I do hope you enjoy. ♥ /hides
“You’ve had too much free time lately,” Jin says, holding open his door and grinning at the person waiting on his doorstep.
Yamapi grins back. “Nothing I don’t deserve,” he replies easily.
“I am working, I’ll have you know. You can’t just show up here and expect me to let you in and--Hey!” Jin tries to push back as Yamapi shoves his way into Jin’s LA home.
“Maybe I should go solo too,” Yamapi says, looking around the large foyer. “Special treatment.”
Jin slugs him in the shoulder and Yamapi laughs. “Shut up, asshole,” he says, a little embarrassedly. “You act like you haven’t been here before.”
“I’m just teasing,” Yamapi says. “Now where’s your room again? I’m exhausted.”
“You just got here! And the flight’s not even that long!” Jin exclaims, but leads Yamapi up the stairs anyway.
“So?” Yamapi counters. “I’m tired. Sleep. Bed. Now.”
“What are you, a three year old?” Jin questions, shaking his head in amusement as he opens the door to his room. “Need me to tuck you in?”
“Only if you kiss me goodnight too,” Yamapi says, and bats his eyelashes. Jin shoves at him, laughing, and Yamapi falls back into the bed, stretching his arms over his head with a contented sigh.
Jin stares at him, at his shirt riding up his stomach and exposing this tiny glimpse of beautiful pale skin. He quickly looks at Yamapi’s face instead, but finds that isn’t much better, not when Yamapi’s staring back at him with this dark, unreadable look.
“Do you have work today?” Yamapi asks, twisting and turning in the bed to get comfortable and breaking the slight tension in the air.
Jin nods. “Uh, yeah,” he says, his voice a little strangled. “I’m going to to the studio. You could come, if you want?”
“Nah, sleep,” Yamapi says. “I’m here for a few days, anyway. I’ll come listen to you croon in English later.”
Jin gasps. “I do not croon,” he exclaims and when Yamapi just laughs, he smirks and climbs up over Yamapi’s legs, pinning him down against the bed. “I could sing to you now. It could be a lullaby.”
Yamapi snorts, tries to fight Jin off of him but gives up after a moment, and rests his hands on Jin’s waist. He stares up through his bangs and says, “I highly doubt any of your songs would count as a lullaby.” He tries to shove Jin off him again but fails and complains, “Get your fat ass off me, Akanishi. I think you need to lay off those tacos.”
Jin narrows his eyes at him and lifts up a bit to only crash back down in retaliation. Yamapi makes a tiny coughing noise and shifts under him and says, “Okay, okay. Sorry,” but Jin knows he’s not really. “When you do have to get to work?”
Jin blinks, glances at the alarm clock next to Yamapi’s head, and relaxes a bit when he notices it’s only nine in the morning. “Not for a few hours,” he says. “I have a late day.”
“Oh, good,” Yamapi says, and before Jin can wonder what that means, he’s being pulled down against Yamapi’s chest with Yamapi’s strong arms around his waist. “Then you can sleep with me.”
Jin feels his heart racing in his ears and tries to squirm and kick away. But Yamapi’s holding on tightly and Jin gives up after two minutes. “If you wanted to get into bed with me that badly, Pi, you just had to ask,” he ends up saying and Yamapi snorts.
“Yeah, you wish, Akanishi,” he replies, and his breath tickles the skin of Jin’s shoulder, making him shiver. “Oh,” Yamapi says, oblivious as ever, “are you cold?”
No, Jin wants to say but Yamapi’s already wrestling the covers out from under them and holding him even closer and Jin’s not sure how he can’t hear the way his heart is threatening to burst out of his chest.
“Pi,” he says uncertainly, not even sure why this feels so weird, because it’s not, it shouldn’t be. This is normal.
And yet Jin’s blood is rushing in his ears like a incessant drum and when Yamapi glances up at him with a questioning gaze, everything Jin was thinking to say vanishes from his brain.
“Nothing,” he murmurs instead but it’s obvious from the look Yamapi gives him that he doesn’t believe it.
“What,” he deadpans, and pokes Jin in the stomach. Jin stifles a laugh and tries to squirm away and the quick flash of mischief in Yamapi’s eyes is his only warning before he’s on the receiving end of a full-blown tickle attack.
“Stop, stop!” he gasps, struggling to fight away from Yamapi’s touch that are doing much, much more than simply tickling him. His fingers are hot and linger just a bit too much on his skin and it makes Jin’s stomach knot and blood flood his cheeks. Then Yamapi swipes his hand across Jin’s collarbone and Jin falls off the bed with a shriek.
Yamapi is nearly doubled-over in his laughter and Jin pulls the blanket off his head that had fallen with him and glares at his supposedly best friend.
“I should kick you out and make you pay for a hotel,” Jin remarks, only half serious.
Chuckling, Yamapi merely holds out a hand for Jin, who takes it warily and lets Yamapi pull him back into bed. “Sorry,” he says, and actually sounds apologetic this time as his arms wrap around Jin’s waist again, almost subconsciously.
“Am I your fucking teddy bear or something?” Jin huffs, but he doesn’t mind, not really, not at all, actually.
Yamapi doesn’t say anything for such a long time that Jin wonders if he fell asleep. But when he turns in Yamapi’s hold to look at him he almost has a heart attack, finding him staring right back.
“Pi?” he questions, unsure about the contemplative expression on his friend’s face.
Yamapi closes his eyes and sighs and Jin tries not to squirm again from how his breath fades across his skin. Wondering what’s wrong, he tentatively wraps his own arms around Yamapi and pokes him in the hip.
“What’s up?” Jin tries again, growing worried the longer Yamapi stays silent.
Yamapi’s eyes are still closed and he twists Jin’s t-shirt between his fingers along his back. “I was just thinking,” he starts, and Jin lets out a sigh of relief just from hearing his voice, “that if you really were a teddy bear, I wouldn’t have to cross a fucking ocean just to hold you.”
Jin’s breath catches in his throat and he stares at Yamapi like he’s looking at him for the first time. Yamapi chances a look up at him and clearly whatever he sees in Jin’s face makes him panic and draw back because suddenly he’s not holding him anymore, instead turning around in Jin’s bed and facing away from him.
“Nevermind,” he’s saying quietly. “Forget I said anything.”
But Jin’s heart is racing and he sits up, tugs on Yamapi’s sleeve. “Pi,” he says desperately, “you can’t just say something like that and then pretend like it’s nothing.”
“Sure I can,” Yamapi mumbles in response.
“No, you can’t,” Jin retorts petulantly. “Since when do you have secrets from me?”
Yamapi whirls around and looks at Jin incredulously. “Secret?” he says and when Jin gapes at him in confusion, he seems to deflate and murmurs, “You really don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?” Jin demands, feeling like he’s the only one not in on a joke. Except this seems a hundred times more serious than any stupid joke. The look in Yamapi’s eyes has faded from surprise to amused affection, and a small smile quirks at the corner of his lips.
“Bakanishi,” Yamapi says fondly and Jin pouts instantly. Before he can call Yamapi an unfavorable name back, Yamapi says, “I like you, idiot.”
Jin blinks, stares at him, and starts, “I like you, too...” but the expectant look in Yamapi’s eyes makes the wheels turn in his head until it finally makes sense. “Oh,” he says. “Oh.” He feels a little clogged up like someone just dunked his head underwater.
Yamapi’s face falls from the smile he was wearing to a look of mixed horror and depression. It instantly twists Jin’s stomach into a knot. “Don’t worry about it, Jin,” he says tightly. “I didn’t mean to bring that up. Just forget it.”
He turns away and curls onto his side, looking ready to sleep but Jin is wide awake now and his brain and mouth seem no longer connected as he blurts out, “Well, what if I don’t want to forget it?!”
Yamapi tenses and then slowly turns to look over his shoulder. He says nothing so Jin rushes to figure out what he wants to say.
Except he’s not really sure what he wants to say, and after floundering for a moment, Yamapi scoffs and turns away again. “Don’t fuck with me,” he mutters, and then pushes a foot out and kicks Jin off the bed.
“Hey!” Jin shouts, popping back up and glaring at the back of Yamapi’s head. He can see Yamapi’s shoulders shake just barely and knows the other is trying to hide his laughter. He sighs in relief, hoping this means Yamapi isn’t pissed at him for technically turning down his (totally pathetic) confession.
He climbs back onto the bed and up onto Yamapi, who groans and whines, and tries to shove Jin off but Jin successfully manages to stay put and says, “Pi, Pi, come on, talk to me.”
“I don’t want to,” Yamapi replies childishly.
“Piiiiiii,” Jin draws out in an equally childish voice. When Yamapi doesn’t move or speak, Jin shakes his shoulders and calls his name out again, longer, until Yamapi finally makes this deflated noise of exasperation and turns around to face Jin fully, lying on his back on the mattress.
“What,” he demands, staring up at Jin from behind tousled hair. His shirt is crumpled up a bit from all their struggling, the collar stretching out over his shoulder and leaves pulled up to show off his arms.
Jin stares, and after a moment, realizes belatedly just exactly how he’s sitting atop of his best friend.
His thoughts must show on his face because Yamapi’s expression switches from irritation to that slightly horrified look again and he asks quickly, “Why’re you being so weird suddenly?”
“Of course I’m being weird!” Jin exclaims, and he sounds a bit like a mouse. “You just confessed to me!”
Yamapi laughs and the sound instantly puts Jin at ease, because if there’s anything that he’s used to about Yamapi, it’s his laughter. Always so bright and carefree and it fills his eyes with mirth and life that Jin can never immediately tear his gaze away. He’s staring now, watching with a smile curving onto his own lips as Yamapi chuckles until it’s out of his system, and when he looks at Jin again, his expression is soft and beautiful.
Jin’s heart hammers in his chest. Yamapi smiles and says, “You make it sound like I proclaimed my undying love for you.” He laughs again. “I just said I liked you, Jin.”
“But, that’s it,” Jin complains. “How can you be so calm about it?”
“Easy,” Yamapi says, shrugs, “when I’ve loved you for years.”
Heat blooms in Jin’s cheeks and his eyes widen. He must look comical because Yamapi bursts out into laughter again.
Jin relaxes a bit again, but the longer Yamapi continues to laugh, the more impatient he becomes, until he pokes at his friend’s stomach and whines, “Stop laughing at me.”
“But you’re hilarious,” Yamapi says between laughter, but from the glare Jin gives him next, he tries to quiet down. “Sorry,” he says eventually.
“You don’t look sorry at all,” Jin accuses.
“You’re the one who should be apologizing,” Yamapi returns. “For breaking my heart.” He gives Jin an exaggerated heartbroken look, complete with quivering lower lip. He lasts for four seconds and then snickers.
“Oh yeah, I can tell you’re totally torn up,” Jin says, rolling his eyes. “Do you need me to get some ice cream so you can wallow in your misery?”
Yamapi seems to ponder this for a moment. “It wouldn’t hurt.”
Jin laughs and Yamapi’s expression turns bright again, like the sun shining after a rainstorm, and he just smiles and watches as Jin laughs. And before Jin realizes what’s happening, Yamapi’s tugging on the front of his shirt and lifting himself up, and their lips meet in the middle in a soft kiss.
Jin’s heart seems to have stopped in his chest, and then after a moment, as Yamapi licks at the seam of his lips and Jin unconsciously parts them to let him in, it restarts with a jolt like he’s been electrocuted. And he doesn’t hesitate as he kisses back.
Yamapi gasps into his mouth like he’s surprised, but his lips still move against Jin’s and any uncertainty he might’ve had before seems to vanish within seconds. He pulls Jin closer, the hand gripping the front of Jin’s shirt slides instead to hold onto Jin’s waist and Jin shifts above him, trying not to crash down upon him and ruin the moment.
Jin’s never before thought about kissing his best friend, but right now he can’t deny that it’s not all that bad. In fact, it’s quite good. Really good. So good that he’s wondering now why they’ve never done this before.
And maybe it’s that thought that has him pulling away suddenly, startled like he’s only just made sense of what they’re doing. Yamapi stares up at him and he looks terrified, and that’s not what Jin was expecting. It throws him off that he doesn't even realize Yamapi’s pushing him back and bolting out of bed until he’s gone out the door.
It takes Jin a second and then he’s rushing out after him, nearly tripping down the stairs in his haste. He turns into the kitchen and finds Yamapi there, leaning against the sink with a glass of water in his hands.
Jin collapses against the entryway and says quietly, “I thought you left.”
Yamapi snorts. “Where the fuck would I go, idiot.” He still looks a bit bewildered and eyes Jin like he’s never seen him before.
“Why’d you run away?” Jin demands, finally catching his breath and walking towards his friend.
Yamapi’s eyes widen. “You’re asking that?” he questions, confused. “You’re not going to ask why I kissed you?”
“Who cares?” Jin exclaims. “I just kissed you back, didn’t I?”
Yamapi opens his mouth to speak and then closes it when he seems at a loss of work. He sighs and the tension in his shoulders give way, the grip on the glass loosens. He downs the rest of the water and then sets it onto the counter next to the sink. “Right,” he murmurs, almost to himself, but then looks back up at Jin and adds, “Why?”
“Why did I kiss you?” Jin asks in a rush and Yamapi nods once, slowly. Jin swallows, his mind whirring, and then shrugs, trying to be nonchalant. “I don’t know. Maybe it means I like you, too.”
As soon as he says the words, he feels like it’s true. In his heart it feels real, no matter how much that sounds like something out of a chick-flick. Jin’s always been honest with his feelings and right now, looking at his best friend and seeing the uncertainty in his eyes and the tiny glimpse of hope, Jin doesn’t think he’s ever been more sure of anything.
“Don’t fuck with me,” Yamapi says again, his voice quavering, but Jin smiles at him and shakes his head.
“I’m not,” he says earnestly.
Now Yamapi looks a little crazed. “Don’t say it so lightly!” he exclaims.
Jin starts to grow impatient and snaps back, “I’m not!” He glares. “I’m not messing with you, Pi, okay?” He swallows thickly and continues in a softer voice, “You just kissed me and you’re the one that ran away. I didn’t. I...liked it.”
Yamapi scoffs. “You liked it,” he says. “So that means you like me?” He laughs a little deliriously. “I can’t believe this. I should never have said anything. I’m going to go, I’m going to get a hotel, and we can just pretend this never happened and--”
“Pi,” Jin cuts in loudly, reaching out to grab Yamapi’s shoulders when he continues ranting and doesn’t look at him. “Pi.”
“What?!”
Jin stares at Yamapi’s wide, bewildered eyes for a second. And then he kisses him hard on the mouth.
Yamapi makes this strangled moan that has Jin kissing him harder, sliding his hands from Yamapi’s shoulders down along his arms and stepping in closer until they’re backed up against the counter. Yamapi’s body seems locked up until Jin’s kisses turn softer and his touch more gentle. That’s when he caves, deflating against Jin, reaching out to pull him close with finger tucked into the loops of Jin’s jeans. He kisses back, too, meets Jin’s tongue with his own and Jin feels his heart soaring in his chest in ways he’s never felt it do before.
Jin’s only been with a guy once before, and it was years ago, when he’d come to LA for the first time. Back then, when he’d been lonely and homesick, it seemed all right to get drunk and make out with the first person who paid him attention. It didn’t matter to him that the person was a man, and it still doesn’t. But that experience is nothing compared to right now. And right now is a million times better, and Jin knows it’s not just because he’s actually sober to experience it.
He knows it’s because it’s Yamapi. He can feel it.
Yamapi seems to regain his senses first, pushing Jin back with hands on his shoulders and looking at him wildly like he can’t believe Jin just kissed him. Jin licks his lips and slowly smirks when Yamapi watches blatantly, and Yamapi just continues to look at him.
“Jin,” he says quietly and his eyes are searching, looking for the answer in Jin’s gaze.
Jin isn’t sure what exactly to tell him. How to make this real to him, because Yamapi’s apparently been in love with him for years, and Jin’s only realizing that perhaps he has been all along, too. He just never knew it.
When Jin says nothing, Yamapi sighs, drops his hands from Jin’s shoulders and asks while he stares at the floor. “Have you even been with guys before? Have you even thought of that before?”
Jin coughs a bit behind his hand and Yamapi’s head shoots up to look at him again. His eyes widen. “It was just once,” Jin admits carefully. “Years ago.”
Yamapi looks both shocked and pissed off. “You never told me,” he accuses.
Jin crosses his arms over his chest and glowers. “Like how you never told me you’re in love with me?”
That shuts Yamapi up pretty easily, and he drops his gaze again. Jin can just barely make out the flush in his cheeks. Jin grins and reaches out to pull Yamapi closer again and says, “I’m sorry I never figured it out. But you should’ve told me.”
“Why?” Yamapi demands. “And ruin our friendship?”
“Then why’d you just say it earlier?”
Yamapi’s expression clouds over and he puts his face in his hands. “Ugh, I don’t know,” he says in a whiny voice. “It just came out. You don’t get it. It’s not easy keeping it in--”
“Then you should’ve told me,” Jin exclaims. “If you haven’t noticed yet, Pi, I haven’t exactly kicked you out of my house for being in love with me.”
“Yet,” Yamapi adds weakly.
Jin slugs him in the arm and Yamapi drops his hands to glare at him. He laughs and says, “I don’t care if you’re into dudes.”
Yamapi looks him right in the eye and replies, “I’m not into dudes. I’m into you.”
Jin thinks about this for a moment, staring back at his best friend like it’s the frist time he’s ever really seen him. And, right now, it kind of is. “Maybe I’m into you, too,” Jin says finally, his voice a little hesitant.
Yamapi lasts a full minute before he starts laughing so hard he has to lean against Jin to keep himself standing. Jin pouts at him, because, hey, he totally just tried to confess here and his stupid best friend laughs at him instead.
“Whenever you’re done,” Jin says, “I’ll be here, waiting for your answer.”
That only makes Yamapi laugh harder, but when he does finally calm down, the earlier confusion and tension is gone from his features and he’s grinning. “What the fuck kind of confession is that?” he teases.
Jin shoves at him. “It was totally better than yours!”
Yamapi snorts. “Mine was awesome, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Will you just shut up and kiss me again before I change my mind and decide you’re an asshole and I don’t like you at all?” Jin says loudly, not really expecting Yamapi to do it, but then he does, grabbing Jin by the collar of his shirt and crushing their lips together.
Jin grins into his mouth and wraps his arms around his waist and Yamapi lets out this tiny, contented sigh that makes Jin’s heart beat faster.
He’s not sure how long it is until they pull apart, but Yamapi’s grinning at him and Jin feels a bit like he’s floating on air.
“Let’s go back to bed,” Yamapi suggests after a moment and Jin smirks.
“Isn’t that moving a bit too fast?” he teases and Yamapi punches him in the shoulder as they head back up the stairs.
“That’s not what I meant,” he says testily. “And besides, you’re the one with all the experience.” His expression is dark when Jin looks at him.
“I told you, it was years ago!” Jin insists. “I don’t even remember the guy.”
“Yeah, well, keep it that way,” Yamapi says in a strong, stern voice that makes Jin’s skin burn in pleasure.
As Yamapi tugs him down into bed again, Jin murmurs into his neck, the words out of his mouth before he can register them, “You know, you’re kind of hot all possessive-sounding like that.”
“Really?” Yamapi says and Jin can hear his smirk as he presses his lips down to Yamapi’s collarbone.
“Really,” Jin agrees, melting into Yamapi’s touch as his fingers trail up along Jin’s side and slip under his shirt.
Yamapi makes this contemplative noise and then drags Jin up to kiss him soundly on the lips. Jin moans into it, turning and pulling until Yamapi fits up on top of him. He wonders if he should be concerned with how simple this all is, but instead he focuses on the way Yamapi is solid and warm against him and how his tongue feels against his. It’s almost as natural as breathing, kissing Yamapi, and Jin thinks maybe he really does love him because he stops trying to question it and simply goes with the flow.
And the flow makes him pull away from the kiss to gasp when Yamapi grinds his hips down against him and Jin feels him growing hard against his hip. His eyes widen and Yamapi looks down at him a little uncertainly, and there’s a moment, there, where they ask each other with their eyes and it’s comforting, that kind of communication, and it’s possibly that which makes Jin whisper aloud, “It’s okay.”
“Thank god,” Yamapi breathes and he swallows Jin’s laughter into another, much fiercer kiss.
Jin slides his hands up around Yamapi’s back and under his shirt, splaying his fingers across his skin and feeling the muscles move beneath the tips. It makes Yamapi rock against him harder and Jin instinctively moves back, creating this rhythm that quickly has Jin feeling heat pool in the pit of his stomach.
“Jin, fuck--” Yamapi hisses, pulling away to trail his lips down Jin’s jaw, and the sound of his voice, the hot heat of his breath as it sticks to his skin, makes Jin groan loudly into Yamapi’s hair. He pulls a hand out from under his shirt and, with sudden boldness he didn’t think he possessed, pushes between their bodies, rubbing his palm against the hardness in Yamapi’s pants.
Yamapi moans and it might just be the sexiest thing Jin’s ever heard, and it’s encouraging as hell. Jin tugs at the fastenings on his jeans and any lingering uncertainty flies out the window when he wraps his fingers around Yamapi’s erection and hears Yamapi draw out his name in his deep, beautiful into his ear.
Heart thudding incessantly against his chest, Jin strokes Yamapi the way he likes it himself and from Yamapi’s unending noises, and he’s so focused on it, on making Yamapi feel good that he doesn’t even realize he’s hard too until Yamapi’s fingers brush over the bulge in his pants.
“Shit,” Jin says, pushing up into Yamapi’s touch, and Yamapi chuckles into his ears. “Shut up, just, do something, will you?”
Yamapi grins at him. “Okay,” he says and Jin doesn’t have time to think before Yamapi is pulling away to yank Jin’s pants and underwear down his legs. He’s got a hand around Jin’s cock in the next second and Jin keens into the touch, eyes falling shut as he sighs with relief and reaches out for Yamapi to pull him into another kiss. But all he gets is a handful of soft hair and his eyes pop back open at the first tentative wet lick on his cock.
“Pi--” he starts, his voice strangled, as he leans up on his elbows to look down at Yamapi who just smirks at him before taking him past his lips completely. “Holy fuck.”
Yamapi makes a tiny noise around his cock that only has Jin hardening even more, and he collapses back against the sheets in defeat, trying to wrap his head around the fact that he’s getting a fucking blowjob from his best friend. A really fucking good one at that, which has Jin narrowing his eyes at the ceiling and wondering aloud, “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
Yamapi just hums around him again and Jin effectively shuts up, letting himself drown in the sensations of Yamapi’s hot, wet mouth around him, the slick press of his tongue against the tip. And he really can’t hold it in anymore, his stomach twisting into knots as his fingers grip Yamapi’s hair tighter, and Yamapi subsequently holds onto his hip harder.
“Pi, Pi,” he says, tries to push him away with his free hand against his shoulder, “I’m--stop, get up--” But Yamapi merely meets his gaze, eyes dark under his bangs, and sucks him down harder, and Jin comes with a shout like it’s being ripped from him.
His body shakes with the force of it as he comes down. He absentmindedly watches as Yamapi slides back up, licking his lips, and Jin just pulls him by the shirt and kisses him heatedly.
Yamapi whimpers into his mouth, and Jin feels him rubbing against his hip. Without question, Jin reaches for him again and Yamapi relaxes against him as Jin jerks him off quickly, sensing the urgency in Yamapi’s zealous kisses. Jin swallows his groan as he finishes, Yamapi’s fingers clutching onto him like he’s trying to keep him there.
Like Jin could even fathom leaving.
Once they’ve caught their breath, Jin pulls away first, reaching for a few tissues from the nightstand to wipe off his hand. He tugs up his jeans and stumbles out to toss them into the bathroom trash and when he returns Yamapi is lying across the bed with a contented smile across this face.
Jin smiles too as he joins him and Yamapi instantly curls up against him. His heart flutters as he sinks into Yamapi’s warmth and lets Yamapi wrap his arms around him again. “I guess I don’t mind being your teddy bear,” Jin says quietly into Yamapi’s shoulder that ends up shaking from the force of his next round of laughter. “Stop laughing at me,” Jin cries, and Yamapi does, grinning widely as he holds Jin close.
“You have no idea how fucking glad that makes me,” Yamapi says and Jin finds it appropriate to just kiss him again.
end.
note: ;alskdasd idek. i was actually planning on there being more but then i gave up. >_> i hope you liked this anyway. thank you for reading~ ♥
Pairing: Pin
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Summary: Yamapi pays Jin a visit in LA and Jin learns something about his best friend. (Or, Pin are stupid and stuff. >_>)
Author’s Note: 4837 words. So, after this, I am never writing Pin again. DX Okay, yes, that’s totally a lie, but omg I have never had so much trouble with writing Pin before. They basically wrote this themselves. Seriously. I couldn’t stop it. So blame them if it sucks. >_> Idrk what this is. I’d actually deleted it and then revived it a few weeks later, so I totally lost any possible plans I had for it in the beginning, lol. But anyway, I do hope you enjoy. ♥ /hides
“You’ve had too much free time lately,” Jin says, holding open his door and grinning at the person waiting on his doorstep.
Yamapi grins back. “Nothing I don’t deserve,” he replies easily.
“I am working, I’ll have you know. You can’t just show up here and expect me to let you in and--Hey!” Jin tries to push back as Yamapi shoves his way into Jin’s LA home.
“Maybe I should go solo too,” Yamapi says, looking around the large foyer. “Special treatment.”
Jin slugs him in the shoulder and Yamapi laughs. “Shut up, asshole,” he says, a little embarrassedly. “You act like you haven’t been here before.”
“I’m just teasing,” Yamapi says. “Now where’s your room again? I’m exhausted.”
“You just got here! And the flight’s not even that long!” Jin exclaims, but leads Yamapi up the stairs anyway.
“So?” Yamapi counters. “I’m tired. Sleep. Bed. Now.”
“What are you, a three year old?” Jin questions, shaking his head in amusement as he opens the door to his room. “Need me to tuck you in?”
“Only if you kiss me goodnight too,” Yamapi says, and bats his eyelashes. Jin shoves at him, laughing, and Yamapi falls back into the bed, stretching his arms over his head with a contented sigh.
Jin stares at him, at his shirt riding up his stomach and exposing this tiny glimpse of beautiful pale skin. He quickly looks at Yamapi’s face instead, but finds that isn’t much better, not when Yamapi’s staring back at him with this dark, unreadable look.
“Do you have work today?” Yamapi asks, twisting and turning in the bed to get comfortable and breaking the slight tension in the air.
Jin nods. “Uh, yeah,” he says, his voice a little strangled. “I’m going to to the studio. You could come, if you want?”
“Nah, sleep,” Yamapi says. “I’m here for a few days, anyway. I’ll come listen to you croon in English later.”
Jin gasps. “I do not croon,” he exclaims and when Yamapi just laughs, he smirks and climbs up over Yamapi’s legs, pinning him down against the bed. “I could sing to you now. It could be a lullaby.”
Yamapi snorts, tries to fight Jin off of him but gives up after a moment, and rests his hands on Jin’s waist. He stares up through his bangs and says, “I highly doubt any of your songs would count as a lullaby.” He tries to shove Jin off him again but fails and complains, “Get your fat ass off me, Akanishi. I think you need to lay off those tacos.”
Jin narrows his eyes at him and lifts up a bit to only crash back down in retaliation. Yamapi makes a tiny coughing noise and shifts under him and says, “Okay, okay. Sorry,” but Jin knows he’s not really. “When you do have to get to work?”
Jin blinks, glances at the alarm clock next to Yamapi’s head, and relaxes a bit when he notices it’s only nine in the morning. “Not for a few hours,” he says. “I have a late day.”
“Oh, good,” Yamapi says, and before Jin can wonder what that means, he’s being pulled down against Yamapi’s chest with Yamapi’s strong arms around his waist. “Then you can sleep with me.”
Jin feels his heart racing in his ears and tries to squirm and kick away. But Yamapi’s holding on tightly and Jin gives up after two minutes. “If you wanted to get into bed with me that badly, Pi, you just had to ask,” he ends up saying and Yamapi snorts.
“Yeah, you wish, Akanishi,” he replies, and his breath tickles the skin of Jin’s shoulder, making him shiver. “Oh,” Yamapi says, oblivious as ever, “are you cold?”
No, Jin wants to say but Yamapi’s already wrestling the covers out from under them and holding him even closer and Jin’s not sure how he can’t hear the way his heart is threatening to burst out of his chest.
“Pi,” he says uncertainly, not even sure why this feels so weird, because it’s not, it shouldn’t be. This is normal.
And yet Jin’s blood is rushing in his ears like a incessant drum and when Yamapi glances up at him with a questioning gaze, everything Jin was thinking to say vanishes from his brain.
“Nothing,” he murmurs instead but it’s obvious from the look Yamapi gives him that he doesn’t believe it.
“What,” he deadpans, and pokes Jin in the stomach. Jin stifles a laugh and tries to squirm away and the quick flash of mischief in Yamapi’s eyes is his only warning before he’s on the receiving end of a full-blown tickle attack.
“Stop, stop!” he gasps, struggling to fight away from Yamapi’s touch that are doing much, much more than simply tickling him. His fingers are hot and linger just a bit too much on his skin and it makes Jin’s stomach knot and blood flood his cheeks. Then Yamapi swipes his hand across Jin’s collarbone and Jin falls off the bed with a shriek.
Yamapi is nearly doubled-over in his laughter and Jin pulls the blanket off his head that had fallen with him and glares at his supposedly best friend.
“I should kick you out and make you pay for a hotel,” Jin remarks, only half serious.
Chuckling, Yamapi merely holds out a hand for Jin, who takes it warily and lets Yamapi pull him back into bed. “Sorry,” he says, and actually sounds apologetic this time as his arms wrap around Jin’s waist again, almost subconsciously.
“Am I your fucking teddy bear or something?” Jin huffs, but he doesn’t mind, not really, not at all, actually.
Yamapi doesn’t say anything for such a long time that Jin wonders if he fell asleep. But when he turns in Yamapi’s hold to look at him he almost has a heart attack, finding him staring right back.
“Pi?” he questions, unsure about the contemplative expression on his friend’s face.
Yamapi closes his eyes and sighs and Jin tries not to squirm again from how his breath fades across his skin. Wondering what’s wrong, he tentatively wraps his own arms around Yamapi and pokes him in the hip.
“What’s up?” Jin tries again, growing worried the longer Yamapi stays silent.
Yamapi’s eyes are still closed and he twists Jin’s t-shirt between his fingers along his back. “I was just thinking,” he starts, and Jin lets out a sigh of relief just from hearing his voice, “that if you really were a teddy bear, I wouldn’t have to cross a fucking ocean just to hold you.”
Jin’s breath catches in his throat and he stares at Yamapi like he’s looking at him for the first time. Yamapi chances a look up at him and clearly whatever he sees in Jin’s face makes him panic and draw back because suddenly he’s not holding him anymore, instead turning around in Jin’s bed and facing away from him.
“Nevermind,” he’s saying quietly. “Forget I said anything.”
But Jin’s heart is racing and he sits up, tugs on Yamapi’s sleeve. “Pi,” he says desperately, “you can’t just say something like that and then pretend like it’s nothing.”
“Sure I can,” Yamapi mumbles in response.
“No, you can’t,” Jin retorts petulantly. “Since when do you have secrets from me?”
Yamapi whirls around and looks at Jin incredulously. “Secret?” he says and when Jin gapes at him in confusion, he seems to deflate and murmurs, “You really don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?” Jin demands, feeling like he’s the only one not in on a joke. Except this seems a hundred times more serious than any stupid joke. The look in Yamapi’s eyes has faded from surprise to amused affection, and a small smile quirks at the corner of his lips.
“Bakanishi,” Yamapi says fondly and Jin pouts instantly. Before he can call Yamapi an unfavorable name back, Yamapi says, “I like you, idiot.”
Jin blinks, stares at him, and starts, “I like you, too...” but the expectant look in Yamapi’s eyes makes the wheels turn in his head until it finally makes sense. “Oh,” he says. “Oh.” He feels a little clogged up like someone just dunked his head underwater.
Yamapi’s face falls from the smile he was wearing to a look of mixed horror and depression. It instantly twists Jin’s stomach into a knot. “Don’t worry about it, Jin,” he says tightly. “I didn’t mean to bring that up. Just forget it.”
He turns away and curls onto his side, looking ready to sleep but Jin is wide awake now and his brain and mouth seem no longer connected as he blurts out, “Well, what if I don’t want to forget it?!”
Yamapi tenses and then slowly turns to look over his shoulder. He says nothing so Jin rushes to figure out what he wants to say.
Except he’s not really sure what he wants to say, and after floundering for a moment, Yamapi scoffs and turns away again. “Don’t fuck with me,” he mutters, and then pushes a foot out and kicks Jin off the bed.
“Hey!” Jin shouts, popping back up and glaring at the back of Yamapi’s head. He can see Yamapi’s shoulders shake just barely and knows the other is trying to hide his laughter. He sighs in relief, hoping this means Yamapi isn’t pissed at him for technically turning down his (totally pathetic) confession.
He climbs back onto the bed and up onto Yamapi, who groans and whines, and tries to shove Jin off but Jin successfully manages to stay put and says, “Pi, Pi, come on, talk to me.”
“I don’t want to,” Yamapi replies childishly.
“Piiiiiii,” Jin draws out in an equally childish voice. When Yamapi doesn’t move or speak, Jin shakes his shoulders and calls his name out again, longer, until Yamapi finally makes this deflated noise of exasperation and turns around to face Jin fully, lying on his back on the mattress.
“What,” he demands, staring up at Jin from behind tousled hair. His shirt is crumpled up a bit from all their struggling, the collar stretching out over his shoulder and leaves pulled up to show off his arms.
Jin stares, and after a moment, realizes belatedly just exactly how he’s sitting atop of his best friend.
His thoughts must show on his face because Yamapi’s expression switches from irritation to that slightly horrified look again and he asks quickly, “Why’re you being so weird suddenly?”
“Of course I’m being weird!” Jin exclaims, and he sounds a bit like a mouse. “You just confessed to me!”
Yamapi laughs and the sound instantly puts Jin at ease, because if there’s anything that he’s used to about Yamapi, it’s his laughter. Always so bright and carefree and it fills his eyes with mirth and life that Jin can never immediately tear his gaze away. He’s staring now, watching with a smile curving onto his own lips as Yamapi chuckles until it’s out of his system, and when he looks at Jin again, his expression is soft and beautiful.
Jin’s heart hammers in his chest. Yamapi smiles and says, “You make it sound like I proclaimed my undying love for you.” He laughs again. “I just said I liked you, Jin.”
“But, that’s it,” Jin complains. “How can you be so calm about it?”
“Easy,” Yamapi says, shrugs, “when I’ve loved you for years.”
Heat blooms in Jin’s cheeks and his eyes widen. He must look comical because Yamapi bursts out into laughter again.
Jin relaxes a bit again, but the longer Yamapi continues to laugh, the more impatient he becomes, until he pokes at his friend’s stomach and whines, “Stop laughing at me.”
“But you’re hilarious,” Yamapi says between laughter, but from the glare Jin gives him next, he tries to quiet down. “Sorry,” he says eventually.
“You don’t look sorry at all,” Jin accuses.
“You’re the one who should be apologizing,” Yamapi returns. “For breaking my heart.” He gives Jin an exaggerated heartbroken look, complete with quivering lower lip. He lasts for four seconds and then snickers.
“Oh yeah, I can tell you’re totally torn up,” Jin says, rolling his eyes. “Do you need me to get some ice cream so you can wallow in your misery?”
Yamapi seems to ponder this for a moment. “It wouldn’t hurt.”
Jin laughs and Yamapi’s expression turns bright again, like the sun shining after a rainstorm, and he just smiles and watches as Jin laughs. And before Jin realizes what’s happening, Yamapi’s tugging on the front of his shirt and lifting himself up, and their lips meet in the middle in a soft kiss.
Jin’s heart seems to have stopped in his chest, and then after a moment, as Yamapi licks at the seam of his lips and Jin unconsciously parts them to let him in, it restarts with a jolt like he’s been electrocuted. And he doesn’t hesitate as he kisses back.
Yamapi gasps into his mouth like he’s surprised, but his lips still move against Jin’s and any uncertainty he might’ve had before seems to vanish within seconds. He pulls Jin closer, the hand gripping the front of Jin’s shirt slides instead to hold onto Jin’s waist and Jin shifts above him, trying not to crash down upon him and ruin the moment.
Jin’s never before thought about kissing his best friend, but right now he can’t deny that it’s not all that bad. In fact, it’s quite good. Really good. So good that he’s wondering now why they’ve never done this before.
And maybe it’s that thought that has him pulling away suddenly, startled like he’s only just made sense of what they’re doing. Yamapi stares up at him and he looks terrified, and that’s not what Jin was expecting. It throws him off that he doesn't even realize Yamapi’s pushing him back and bolting out of bed until he’s gone out the door.
It takes Jin a second and then he’s rushing out after him, nearly tripping down the stairs in his haste. He turns into the kitchen and finds Yamapi there, leaning against the sink with a glass of water in his hands.
Jin collapses against the entryway and says quietly, “I thought you left.”
Yamapi snorts. “Where the fuck would I go, idiot.” He still looks a bit bewildered and eyes Jin like he’s never seen him before.
“Why’d you run away?” Jin demands, finally catching his breath and walking towards his friend.
Yamapi’s eyes widen. “You’re asking that?” he questions, confused. “You’re not going to ask why I kissed you?”
“Who cares?” Jin exclaims. “I just kissed you back, didn’t I?”
Yamapi opens his mouth to speak and then closes it when he seems at a loss of work. He sighs and the tension in his shoulders give way, the grip on the glass loosens. He downs the rest of the water and then sets it onto the counter next to the sink. “Right,” he murmurs, almost to himself, but then looks back up at Jin and adds, “Why?”
“Why did I kiss you?” Jin asks in a rush and Yamapi nods once, slowly. Jin swallows, his mind whirring, and then shrugs, trying to be nonchalant. “I don’t know. Maybe it means I like you, too.”
As soon as he says the words, he feels like it’s true. In his heart it feels real, no matter how much that sounds like something out of a chick-flick. Jin’s always been honest with his feelings and right now, looking at his best friend and seeing the uncertainty in his eyes and the tiny glimpse of hope, Jin doesn’t think he’s ever been more sure of anything.
“Don’t fuck with me,” Yamapi says again, his voice quavering, but Jin smiles at him and shakes his head.
“I’m not,” he says earnestly.
Now Yamapi looks a little crazed. “Don’t say it so lightly!” he exclaims.
Jin starts to grow impatient and snaps back, “I’m not!” He glares. “I’m not messing with you, Pi, okay?” He swallows thickly and continues in a softer voice, “You just kissed me and you’re the one that ran away. I didn’t. I...liked it.”
Yamapi scoffs. “You liked it,” he says. “So that means you like me?” He laughs a little deliriously. “I can’t believe this. I should never have said anything. I’m going to go, I’m going to get a hotel, and we can just pretend this never happened and--”
“Pi,” Jin cuts in loudly, reaching out to grab Yamapi’s shoulders when he continues ranting and doesn’t look at him. “Pi.”
“What?!”
Jin stares at Yamapi’s wide, bewildered eyes for a second. And then he kisses him hard on the mouth.
Yamapi makes this strangled moan that has Jin kissing him harder, sliding his hands from Yamapi’s shoulders down along his arms and stepping in closer until they’re backed up against the counter. Yamapi’s body seems locked up until Jin’s kisses turn softer and his touch more gentle. That’s when he caves, deflating against Jin, reaching out to pull him close with finger tucked into the loops of Jin’s jeans. He kisses back, too, meets Jin’s tongue with his own and Jin feels his heart soaring in his chest in ways he’s never felt it do before.
Jin’s only been with a guy once before, and it was years ago, when he’d come to LA for the first time. Back then, when he’d been lonely and homesick, it seemed all right to get drunk and make out with the first person who paid him attention. It didn’t matter to him that the person was a man, and it still doesn’t. But that experience is nothing compared to right now. And right now is a million times better, and Jin knows it’s not just because he’s actually sober to experience it.
He knows it’s because it’s Yamapi. He can feel it.
Yamapi seems to regain his senses first, pushing Jin back with hands on his shoulders and looking at him wildly like he can’t believe Jin just kissed him. Jin licks his lips and slowly smirks when Yamapi watches blatantly, and Yamapi just continues to look at him.
“Jin,” he says quietly and his eyes are searching, looking for the answer in Jin’s gaze.
Jin isn’t sure what exactly to tell him. How to make this real to him, because Yamapi’s apparently been in love with him for years, and Jin’s only realizing that perhaps he has been all along, too. He just never knew it.
When Jin says nothing, Yamapi sighs, drops his hands from Jin’s shoulders and asks while he stares at the floor. “Have you even been with guys before? Have you even thought of that before?”
Jin coughs a bit behind his hand and Yamapi’s head shoots up to look at him again. His eyes widen. “It was just once,” Jin admits carefully. “Years ago.”
Yamapi looks both shocked and pissed off. “You never told me,” he accuses.
Jin crosses his arms over his chest and glowers. “Like how you never told me you’re in love with me?”
That shuts Yamapi up pretty easily, and he drops his gaze again. Jin can just barely make out the flush in his cheeks. Jin grins and reaches out to pull Yamapi closer again and says, “I’m sorry I never figured it out. But you should’ve told me.”
“Why?” Yamapi demands. “And ruin our friendship?”
“Then why’d you just say it earlier?”
Yamapi’s expression clouds over and he puts his face in his hands. “Ugh, I don’t know,” he says in a whiny voice. “It just came out. You don’t get it. It’s not easy keeping it in--”
“Then you should’ve told me,” Jin exclaims. “If you haven’t noticed yet, Pi, I haven’t exactly kicked you out of my house for being in love with me.”
“Yet,” Yamapi adds weakly.
Jin slugs him in the arm and Yamapi drops his hands to glare at him. He laughs and says, “I don’t care if you’re into dudes.”
Yamapi looks him right in the eye and replies, “I’m not into dudes. I’m into you.”
Jin thinks about this for a moment, staring back at his best friend like it’s the frist time he’s ever really seen him. And, right now, it kind of is. “Maybe I’m into you, too,” Jin says finally, his voice a little hesitant.
Yamapi lasts a full minute before he starts laughing so hard he has to lean against Jin to keep himself standing. Jin pouts at him, because, hey, he totally just tried to confess here and his stupid best friend laughs at him instead.
“Whenever you’re done,” Jin says, “I’ll be here, waiting for your answer.”
That only makes Yamapi laugh harder, but when he does finally calm down, the earlier confusion and tension is gone from his features and he’s grinning. “What the fuck kind of confession is that?” he teases.
Jin shoves at him. “It was totally better than yours!”
Yamapi snorts. “Mine was awesome, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Will you just shut up and kiss me again before I change my mind and decide you’re an asshole and I don’t like you at all?” Jin says loudly, not really expecting Yamapi to do it, but then he does, grabbing Jin by the collar of his shirt and crushing their lips together.
Jin grins into his mouth and wraps his arms around his waist and Yamapi lets out this tiny, contented sigh that makes Jin’s heart beat faster.
He’s not sure how long it is until they pull apart, but Yamapi’s grinning at him and Jin feels a bit like he’s floating on air.
“Let’s go back to bed,” Yamapi suggests after a moment and Jin smirks.
“Isn’t that moving a bit too fast?” he teases and Yamapi punches him in the shoulder as they head back up the stairs.
“That’s not what I meant,” he says testily. “And besides, you’re the one with all the experience.” His expression is dark when Jin looks at him.
“I told you, it was years ago!” Jin insists. “I don’t even remember the guy.”
“Yeah, well, keep it that way,” Yamapi says in a strong, stern voice that makes Jin’s skin burn in pleasure.
As Yamapi tugs him down into bed again, Jin murmurs into his neck, the words out of his mouth before he can register them, “You know, you’re kind of hot all possessive-sounding like that.”
“Really?” Yamapi says and Jin can hear his smirk as he presses his lips down to Yamapi’s collarbone.
“Really,” Jin agrees, melting into Yamapi’s touch as his fingers trail up along Jin’s side and slip under his shirt.
Yamapi makes this contemplative noise and then drags Jin up to kiss him soundly on the lips. Jin moans into it, turning and pulling until Yamapi fits up on top of him. He wonders if he should be concerned with how simple this all is, but instead he focuses on the way Yamapi is solid and warm against him and how his tongue feels against his. It’s almost as natural as breathing, kissing Yamapi, and Jin thinks maybe he really does love him because he stops trying to question it and simply goes with the flow.
And the flow makes him pull away from the kiss to gasp when Yamapi grinds his hips down against him and Jin feels him growing hard against his hip. His eyes widen and Yamapi looks down at him a little uncertainly, and there’s a moment, there, where they ask each other with their eyes and it’s comforting, that kind of communication, and it’s possibly that which makes Jin whisper aloud, “It’s okay.”
“Thank god,” Yamapi breathes and he swallows Jin’s laughter into another, much fiercer kiss.
Jin slides his hands up around Yamapi’s back and under his shirt, splaying his fingers across his skin and feeling the muscles move beneath the tips. It makes Yamapi rock against him harder and Jin instinctively moves back, creating this rhythm that quickly has Jin feeling heat pool in the pit of his stomach.
“Jin, fuck--” Yamapi hisses, pulling away to trail his lips down Jin’s jaw, and the sound of his voice, the hot heat of his breath as it sticks to his skin, makes Jin groan loudly into Yamapi’s hair. He pulls a hand out from under his shirt and, with sudden boldness he didn’t think he possessed, pushes between their bodies, rubbing his palm against the hardness in Yamapi’s pants.
Yamapi moans and it might just be the sexiest thing Jin’s ever heard, and it’s encouraging as hell. Jin tugs at the fastenings on his jeans and any lingering uncertainty flies out the window when he wraps his fingers around Yamapi’s erection and hears Yamapi draw out his name in his deep, beautiful into his ear.
Heart thudding incessantly against his chest, Jin strokes Yamapi the way he likes it himself and from Yamapi’s unending noises, and he’s so focused on it, on making Yamapi feel good that he doesn’t even realize he’s hard too until Yamapi’s fingers brush over the bulge in his pants.
“Shit,” Jin says, pushing up into Yamapi’s touch, and Yamapi chuckles into his ears. “Shut up, just, do something, will you?”
Yamapi grins at him. “Okay,” he says and Jin doesn’t have time to think before Yamapi is pulling away to yank Jin’s pants and underwear down his legs. He’s got a hand around Jin’s cock in the next second and Jin keens into the touch, eyes falling shut as he sighs with relief and reaches out for Yamapi to pull him into another kiss. But all he gets is a handful of soft hair and his eyes pop back open at the first tentative wet lick on his cock.
“Pi--” he starts, his voice strangled, as he leans up on his elbows to look down at Yamapi who just smirks at him before taking him past his lips completely. “Holy fuck.”
Yamapi makes a tiny noise around his cock that only has Jin hardening even more, and he collapses back against the sheets in defeat, trying to wrap his head around the fact that he’s getting a fucking blowjob from his best friend. A really fucking good one at that, which has Jin narrowing his eyes at the ceiling and wondering aloud, “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
Yamapi just hums around him again and Jin effectively shuts up, letting himself drown in the sensations of Yamapi’s hot, wet mouth around him, the slick press of his tongue against the tip. And he really can’t hold it in anymore, his stomach twisting into knots as his fingers grip Yamapi’s hair tighter, and Yamapi subsequently holds onto his hip harder.
“Pi, Pi,” he says, tries to push him away with his free hand against his shoulder, “I’m--stop, get up--” But Yamapi merely meets his gaze, eyes dark under his bangs, and sucks him down harder, and Jin comes with a shout like it’s being ripped from him.
His body shakes with the force of it as he comes down. He absentmindedly watches as Yamapi slides back up, licking his lips, and Jin just pulls him by the shirt and kisses him heatedly.
Yamapi whimpers into his mouth, and Jin feels him rubbing against his hip. Without question, Jin reaches for him again and Yamapi relaxes against him as Jin jerks him off quickly, sensing the urgency in Yamapi’s zealous kisses. Jin swallows his groan as he finishes, Yamapi’s fingers clutching onto him like he’s trying to keep him there.
Like Jin could even fathom leaving.
Once they’ve caught their breath, Jin pulls away first, reaching for a few tissues from the nightstand to wipe off his hand. He tugs up his jeans and stumbles out to toss them into the bathroom trash and when he returns Yamapi is lying across the bed with a contented smile across this face.
Jin smiles too as he joins him and Yamapi instantly curls up against him. His heart flutters as he sinks into Yamapi’s warmth and lets Yamapi wrap his arms around him again. “I guess I don’t mind being your teddy bear,” Jin says quietly into Yamapi’s shoulder that ends up shaking from the force of his next round of laughter. “Stop laughing at me,” Jin cries, and Yamapi does, grinning widely as he holds Jin close.
“You have no idea how fucking glad that makes me,” Yamapi says and Jin finds it appropriate to just kiss him again.
end.
note: ;alskdasd idek. i was actually planning on there being more but then i gave up. >_> i hope you liked this anyway. thank you for reading~ ♥