random drabbles
Lastly have a couple of random drabbles that were sitting in a document, idek.
Akame - chocolates
“Here,” Jin says, thrusts a box into Kame’s chest.
Kame blinks, looking down at it, then up at Jin, then back down. He snickers. “I thought we said we’d never give each other chocolates on Valentine’s?” He eyes the rectangular shaped box. It has some fancy gold writing on the front in English that Kame can’t quite make out.
Jin shrugs like it’s not a big deal but Kame sees the light pink dusting his cheeks. “I saw them in the US. Thought you might like them. You can’t find them here.”
“You brought them with you when you came back to Japan?” Kame says, having now opened the box and taken out one heart-shaped candy. He’d just about popped it into his mouth. “These are like a month old, now.”
“They should still be okay!” Jin insists, but Kame looks skeptical. He huffs and snatches the box back. “Fine, I’ll eat them if you’re too much of a pussy to try.”
“Hey!” Kame protests, reaching back for them. “You got them for me.”
“But if you’re gonna be an ungrateful girlfriend about it--”
“Don’t call me your girlfriend, asshole--”
Jin yanks at the box once more -- and sends the chocolates flying over the bed. They both stop and stare at the mess before turning to each other at once.
“Look what you did!”
Kame only manages to last a second before he laughs, shaking his head and reaching for the nearest pieces. “Idiot,” he says, almost affectionately, and Jin pouts as he climbs out of bed to retrieve the ones that had fallen to the floor. “Throw them out,” Kame says when Jin tries to put them back into the box.
Jin does, muttering about wasted candy, and slides back under the covers. He swipes a piece that Kame has missed from the covers and pops it in his mouth. “Mmm,” he says, “this is good.”
Kame still looks unconvinced about the quality of the candy, eyeing Jin, and then the less-than-half empty box of chocolates. “If you get ill, it’s your own fault.”
Jin rolls his eyes. “Oh please, I’m not going to get sick because of one piece. You should have some, too,” he says, as he steals two more and stuffs them into his mouth at once.
Kame looks slightly repulsed. He shakes his head and holds the box out. “No, thanks,” he says.
“You’re a terrible boyfriend,” Jin grumbles, but takes the box and eats the rest. “I’m never getting you chocolates again.”
“It’s okay,” Kame says as he slides over and pushes Jin down against the mattress. Jin’s eyes go round as Kame straddles him, and Kame can just see the way Jin’s focus shifts from candies to something entirely different right in his eyes. Kame smirks, adds, “I’m sure it tastes better like this, anyway,” and leans in to fit his mouth against Jin’s.
RyoShige - cigarette smoke
Shige collapses face-first upon his bed, sighing deeply into the pillows before pulling back, brows furrowing as he stares down at them. He smiles, then, rolling onto his back and pulling his phone out from his pocket. He scrolls through his contacts and dials, stretching the length of his bed as he listens to the phone ring.
“Hey,” he says, eyeing the ceiling. “Were you here just now?”
“Yeah,” Ryo replies. “How did you know?”
“The bed smells like smoke,” Shige says, wrinkling his nose a little. “I told you not to smoke in here.”
“I didn’t!” Ryo insists. “Must’ve been from my clothes.”
Shige grins. “What were you doing in my bed anyway?”
Ryo is quiet for a moment, then answers, “Your place is closer than mine. I had an hour between meetings. Easier to sleep in a bed than on one of those lumpy couches in the jimusho.”
Shige makes a skeptical noise and Ryo exclaims, “Hey! It’s true.”
“You’ve slept on plenty of those lumpy couches when you were in NEWS,” Shige points out, amused, and he can remember it easily, all those times he’d come in for a meeting or photoshoot and find Ryo passed out haphazardly on the couch. It had become a familiar sight, one that he kind of misses, now.
“Yeah, well,” Ryo mutters, “I figured, you know, since your place was close and all. I’d take advantage. Why? Do you care?
“No,” Shige says truthfully. “You should’ve called me. I would’ve come back, then you wouldn’t have had to come in like some creeper.”
“You did give me a key, remember, genius?”
“Actually, if I remember correctly, you stole my spare key from it’s hiding spot and never put it back.”
“Borrowed, not stole!”
“Uh huh,” Shige says slowly, like Ryo is retarded, “whatever you say, Ryo.”
“I’m hanging up now,” Ryo grumbles.
Shige glances sideways at his alarm clock and sighs. It’s around nine in the evening. “Late night today?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Ryo says, sounding a bit frustrated. “I should really go, though,” he continues but doesn’t hang up. Shige can hear him breathing on the other end.
Shige doesn’t want to hang up, either, but he knows Ryo has work. So, reluctantly he says, “Good luck,” and ends the call.
He rolls around in bed and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke tickles his nose. He should change the sheets, he thinks, but ends up just lying there longer, the smell comforting, nostalgic. It’s been awhile, since he’s been this close to it.
He glances at his phone and types up a quick message to Ryo before setting his phone on the nightstand and pulling a pillow to his chest.
I miss you, too.
Akame - phonecharm
Kame likes to send him really random, insignificant things from Japan whenever Jin is in L.A. Things like the latest issue of idol magazines, tabbing the pages he wants Jin’s to see (KAT-TUN’s spreads, sometimes. Occasionally Yamapi’s, even. Or, randomly Hey!Say!JUMP’s) with little post-its. Sometimes he’ll send a set of chopsticks like Jin can’t find those in L.A. or a copy of some anime Jin’s never heard of. He’ll also get things like intricate, beautiful stationary, like he expects Jin to use it and write him back, because Kame likes the idea of sending letters and getting them in return. Jin will never really understand why because, with both of their busy schedules, it’s infinitely easier to just email, but Kame will never respond to his unless it’s written out in Kame’s fine kanji on delicate paper with cutesy sketches of flowers in the corner.
One day he gets a tiny phonecharm. It’s of a turtle, tie-dyed a mesh of greens, with little beady googly eyes that move around as it hangs from Jin’s finger. He wonders why Kame got him a phonecharm when he knows very well Jin’s iPhone can’t hold one. It’s cute, though, he admits, but ends up stuffed in a drawer for a week because he doesn’t know what to do with it.
When he finds it again, he stares at the tiny eyes that, strangely enough, remind him of Kame himself, and ends up, on a whim, attaching the little charm to his keyring.
And, just like that, it’s a bit like Kame is traveling across America with him.
RyoShige - text not sent
To: Kato Shigeaki
From: Nishikido Ryo
Congratulations on the book. I look forward to reading it.
To: Nishikido Ryo
From: Kato Shigeaki
Good luck on the tour with Kanjani8. I’ll see if I can come watch one. :)
To: Kato Shigeaki
From: Nishikido Ryo
It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?
Want to maybe get drinks sometime?
To: Nishikido Ryo
From: Kato Shigeaki
How have things been going? I haven’t heard from you in awhile.
Things don’t have to be like this...right?
To: Kato Shigeaki
From: Nishikido Ryo
Thanks for that recommendation of the ramen place awhile ago. It was good.
Maybe...next time we can go together?
To: Nishikido Ryo
From: Kato Shigeaki
I have a book I think you’d enjoy. Should I bring it over sometime?
To: Kato Shigeaki
From: Nishikido Ryo
This...this is ridiculous, right?
It shouldn’t be this awkward to text you.
Fu--
To: Nishikido Ryo
From: Kato Shigeaki
I miss you.
To: Kato Shigeaki
From: Nishikido Ryo
I mi--
Maybe tomorrow.
And that is all!! If you read any of these or the random WIPs, I hope you enjoy!! ♥♥♥ :3
Akame - chocolates
“Here,” Jin says, thrusts a box into Kame’s chest.
Kame blinks, looking down at it, then up at Jin, then back down. He snickers. “I thought we said we’d never give each other chocolates on Valentine’s?” He eyes the rectangular shaped box. It has some fancy gold writing on the front in English that Kame can’t quite make out.
Jin shrugs like it’s not a big deal but Kame sees the light pink dusting his cheeks. “I saw them in the US. Thought you might like them. You can’t find them here.”
“You brought them with you when you came back to Japan?” Kame says, having now opened the box and taken out one heart-shaped candy. He’d just about popped it into his mouth. “These are like a month old, now.”
“They should still be okay!” Jin insists, but Kame looks skeptical. He huffs and snatches the box back. “Fine, I’ll eat them if you’re too much of a pussy to try.”
“Hey!” Kame protests, reaching back for them. “You got them for me.”
“But if you’re gonna be an ungrateful girlfriend about it--”
“Don’t call me your girlfriend, asshole--”
Jin yanks at the box once more -- and sends the chocolates flying over the bed. They both stop and stare at the mess before turning to each other at once.
“Look what you did!”
Kame only manages to last a second before he laughs, shaking his head and reaching for the nearest pieces. “Idiot,” he says, almost affectionately, and Jin pouts as he climbs out of bed to retrieve the ones that had fallen to the floor. “Throw them out,” Kame says when Jin tries to put them back into the box.
Jin does, muttering about wasted candy, and slides back under the covers. He swipes a piece that Kame has missed from the covers and pops it in his mouth. “Mmm,” he says, “this is good.”
Kame still looks unconvinced about the quality of the candy, eyeing Jin, and then the less-than-half empty box of chocolates. “If you get ill, it’s your own fault.”
Jin rolls his eyes. “Oh please, I’m not going to get sick because of one piece. You should have some, too,” he says, as he steals two more and stuffs them into his mouth at once.
Kame looks slightly repulsed. He shakes his head and holds the box out. “No, thanks,” he says.
“You’re a terrible boyfriend,” Jin grumbles, but takes the box and eats the rest. “I’m never getting you chocolates again.”
“It’s okay,” Kame says as he slides over and pushes Jin down against the mattress. Jin’s eyes go round as Kame straddles him, and Kame can just see the way Jin’s focus shifts from candies to something entirely different right in his eyes. Kame smirks, adds, “I’m sure it tastes better like this, anyway,” and leans in to fit his mouth against Jin’s.
RyoShige - cigarette smoke
Shige collapses face-first upon his bed, sighing deeply into the pillows before pulling back, brows furrowing as he stares down at them. He smiles, then, rolling onto his back and pulling his phone out from his pocket. He scrolls through his contacts and dials, stretching the length of his bed as he listens to the phone ring.
“Hey,” he says, eyeing the ceiling. “Were you here just now?”
“Yeah,” Ryo replies. “How did you know?”
“The bed smells like smoke,” Shige says, wrinkling his nose a little. “I told you not to smoke in here.”
“I didn’t!” Ryo insists. “Must’ve been from my clothes.”
Shige grins. “What were you doing in my bed anyway?”
Ryo is quiet for a moment, then answers, “Your place is closer than mine. I had an hour between meetings. Easier to sleep in a bed than on one of those lumpy couches in the jimusho.”
Shige makes a skeptical noise and Ryo exclaims, “Hey! It’s true.”
“You’ve slept on plenty of those lumpy couches when you were in NEWS,” Shige points out, amused, and he can remember it easily, all those times he’d come in for a meeting or photoshoot and find Ryo passed out haphazardly on the couch. It had become a familiar sight, one that he kind of misses, now.
“Yeah, well,” Ryo mutters, “I figured, you know, since your place was close and all. I’d take advantage. Why? Do you care?
“No,” Shige says truthfully. “You should’ve called me. I would’ve come back, then you wouldn’t have had to come in like some creeper.”
“You did give me a key, remember, genius?”
“Actually, if I remember correctly, you stole my spare key from it’s hiding spot and never put it back.”
“Borrowed, not stole!”
“Uh huh,” Shige says slowly, like Ryo is retarded, “whatever you say, Ryo.”
“I’m hanging up now,” Ryo grumbles.
Shige glances sideways at his alarm clock and sighs. It’s around nine in the evening. “Late night today?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Ryo says, sounding a bit frustrated. “I should really go, though,” he continues but doesn’t hang up. Shige can hear him breathing on the other end.
Shige doesn’t want to hang up, either, but he knows Ryo has work. So, reluctantly he says, “Good luck,” and ends the call.
He rolls around in bed and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke tickles his nose. He should change the sheets, he thinks, but ends up just lying there longer, the smell comforting, nostalgic. It’s been awhile, since he’s been this close to it.
He glances at his phone and types up a quick message to Ryo before setting his phone on the nightstand and pulling a pillow to his chest.
I miss you, too.
Akame - phonecharm
Kame likes to send him really random, insignificant things from Japan whenever Jin is in L.A. Things like the latest issue of idol magazines, tabbing the pages he wants Jin’s to see (KAT-TUN’s spreads, sometimes. Occasionally Yamapi’s, even. Or, randomly Hey!Say!JUMP’s) with little post-its. Sometimes he’ll send a set of chopsticks like Jin can’t find those in L.A. or a copy of some anime Jin’s never heard of. He’ll also get things like intricate, beautiful stationary, like he expects Jin to use it and write him back, because Kame likes the idea of sending letters and getting them in return. Jin will never really understand why because, with both of their busy schedules, it’s infinitely easier to just email, but Kame will never respond to his unless it’s written out in Kame’s fine kanji on delicate paper with cutesy sketches of flowers in the corner.
One day he gets a tiny phonecharm. It’s of a turtle, tie-dyed a mesh of greens, with little beady googly eyes that move around as it hangs from Jin’s finger. He wonders why Kame got him a phonecharm when he knows very well Jin’s iPhone can’t hold one. It’s cute, though, he admits, but ends up stuffed in a drawer for a week because he doesn’t know what to do with it.
When he finds it again, he stares at the tiny eyes that, strangely enough, remind him of Kame himself, and ends up, on a whim, attaching the little charm to his keyring.
And, just like that, it’s a bit like Kame is traveling across America with him.
RyoShige - text not sent
To: Kato Shigeaki
From: Nishikido Ryo
Congratulations on the book. I look forward to reading it.
To: Nishikido Ryo
From: Kato Shigeaki
Good luck on the tour with Kanjani8. I’ll see if I can come watch one. :)
To: Kato Shigeaki
From: Nishikido Ryo
It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?
Want to maybe get drinks sometime?
To: Nishikido Ryo
From: Kato Shigeaki
How have things been going? I haven’t heard from you in awhile.
Things don’t have to be like this...right?
To: Kato Shigeaki
From: Nishikido Ryo
Thanks for that recommendation of the ramen place awhile ago. It was good.
Maybe...next time we can go together?
To: Nishikido Ryo
From: Kato Shigeaki
I have a book I think you’d enjoy. Should I bring it over sometime?
To: Kato Shigeaki
From: Nishikido Ryo
This...this is ridiculous, right?
It shouldn’t be this awkward to text you.
Fu--
To: Nishikido Ryo
From: Kato Shigeaki
I miss you.
To: Kato Shigeaki
From: Nishikido Ryo
I mi--
Maybe tomorrow.
And that is all!! If you read any of these or the random WIPs, I hope you enjoy!! ♥♥♥ :3