fic; iris
Title: Iris
Pairing: Akame gen, slight Jin/Meisa on the side
Rating: G
Summary: Jin invites Kame over for a night of exciting babysitting.
Author’s Note: 2030 words. For ryogrande’s fic wish list! The prompt was: Akame(Pi) friendship fic with Jin/Meisa + baby and NO ANGST and this is what came out. >_> I hope you like this, Ri! ♥ The title has to do with the name I gave the baby in this - Ayame. “Ayame” refers to the iris flower, which can symbolize in flower-speak “trust”, and the “importance of friendship.” I totally did not know this before writing the fic, lol, but it ended up being rather fitting, so there it is. :)
“I’m not sure why you called me here,” Kame says in form of greeting, stepping into the genkan of Jin’s apartment and slipping out of his leather boots. He unwraps his scarf from around his neck and shrugs off his coat, steps past Jin to hang it up in the hall closet.
Jin shrugs at him in reply with one shoulder carefully. He’s holding his three-month old daughter in his arms and she coos adorably when she sees Kame.
Kame rushes right over to take her from Jin, who looks only a little upset to let her go. “She’s gotten so big already,” he says, looking into her clear brown eyes and Jin glares at him.
“Are you calling my daughter fat?!” Jin demands, and Kame rolls his eyes as he walks past Jin into the apartment.
“I sincerely hope Ayame-chan was spared from your intellectual genes,” Kame says, sitting down on the couch and resting Ayame on his lap. She reaches out to fist a clump of his shirt at the collar and pulls, laughing silently.
“Shut up,” Jin pouts. “I didn’t call you over to mock me.”
“Then why did you?” Kame questions, not taking his eyes off the baby.
He feels Jin sit down beside him, his shoulder brushes Kame’s when he shrugs. “Meisa needed a day off so she went out with some friends,” he says.
“You didn’t want a night off either?” Kame asks.
Jin shakes his head, reaches out a finger toward his daughter, and grins when she grabs it with both of her tiny hands. Kame glances at him, at the bright happiness on his face and smiles.
“It really kills you to be away from her, doesn’t it?” he asks. “Are you sure you’re not the one who gave birth?”
Jin narrows his eyes at him and Kame laughs.
“Right, right, no mocking,” he says. “I’ll try to be nice to you in front of your daughter.”
“I appreciate it,” Jin huffs.
“So you basically called me over to help you watch your daughter?” Kame asks, casting his gaze askance at Jin.
Jin keeps his eyes on his girl, shrugs noncommittally. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you? So I don’t think you care about the reason.”
“I’m here for your daughter,” Kame replies. “Not you.” He grins widely at Ayame and says, “Right, Ayame-chan?” She giggles and smacks Kame in the nose with one hand, the other still gripped tight around her father’s finger and yanking it up and down.
Jin snorts beside him. “Oh yeah, she loves you.”
“More than she likes you, probably,” Kame shoots back easily and Jin pouts again.
“Lies,” he declares solemnly, watching as his daughter lets go of his finger to cling even closer to Kame. “She probably likes you cause you smell good.”
Kame raises a brow inquisitively and smirks. “I do?”
Jin flushes brightly and jumps up to his feet, shaking his head. “Food!” he exclaims. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry.” He rushes off to the kitchen.
“You’re always hungry,” Kame calls after him. He looks down into Ayame’s face and nods. “Your dad is weird, isn’t he?”
“Don’t teach her that!!” Jin shouts but Kame just laughs as Ayame squeals and grabs at his nose.
He picks her up and carries her into the kitchen where Jin seems to be failing to prepare dinner, peering at a recipe in his hands while searching for a pan in the cupboards.
“Need help?” he asks lightly and Jin quickly shakes his head.
“No!” he says. “I know what I’m doing.”
Kame shares an unimpressed look with Ayame. He reaches around and snatches the recipe from Jin’s hand and laughs. “You’re having trouble making chahan?” he questions and Jin rubs his neck embarrassedly.
“Shut up,” he grumbles. “I’ve gotten too used to making American food lately.”
Kame just grins at him. “Here, take Ayame,” he says and Jin looks incredibly pleased to have his daughter back, who instead of looking happy as well, scrunches up her face in near tears and grabs a fistful of Kame’s hair.
“That hurts, baby,” Jin whines, casting pitiful eyes to his daughter.
“Guess she does love me after all,” Kame notes, carefully pulling his hair out of her vice-like grip.
“So not fair,” Jin complains. “She already does that with Pi and Ryo, and now you, too.”
Kame smirks at him. “Clearly she has good taste.”
Jin covers Ayame’s ears and shakes his head at her. “Don’t listen to him, baby,” he says. “I’m cooler than all of them, right?”
She cries and smacks him in the face and Kame laughs, pats her head and says, “Good girl.”
“Shut up,” Jin says in a very childlike drone, but Kame just pats his head, too, and adds, “Go, sit, make your daughter love you. I’ll cook, since you’re completely useless.”
Jin swats at Kame’s hand, looks at him a little incredulously, but gives in. “But don’t tell Meisa. She’ll kill me if she hears I made you cook dinner,” he says.
“I’m guessing she’s the one who left you the recipe,” Kame says and Jin nods. “Well, okay. Your secret’s safe with me.” He grins. “For now.”
Jin groans. “Why did I invite him over?” he asks Ayame and Kame turns to busy himself with cooking, hides his smile.
“So, how is married life?” Kame asks him as they eat, snickering a bit when Jin scowls at him.
“What is with you guys? That’s all anyone ever asks me anymore,” Jin grumbles. “Not how are you?, have you written any new songs?, what’s your next project?, has JE finally taken off your leash?” Jin stabs at a piece of egg in his rice.
“But that’s all boring,” Kame says. He sets his chopsticks down, reaches for the small baby spoon to scoop up some food for Ayame. She giggles and as he swirls the spoon in the air like a plane before feeding her.
“Married life isn’t all that glamorous either,” Jin says. “But I love it. I’m happy.”
Kame looks at him, at the honesty in his eyes as he stares at his daughter and Kame knows that he is, he can feel it. “That is what matters,” he agrees. “Meisa-chan doesn’t give you a hard time about anything?”
Jin snorts. “Of course she does,” he says, then pitches his voice a little higher, “Why haven’t you done the laundry, can’t you properly fold clothes, no, you don’t cook it that way, how are you 28 years old and you don’t even know that?!” He sighs while Kame laughs.
“Nothing you don’t deserve, I’m sure,” he says and Jin glowers at him.
“I’m a fabulous husband and father, I’ll have you know,” he declares.
Kame doesn’t doubt for a second that he is, because if there was ever anything Jin would put all his effort in to make absolutely perfect, it would be his own family. Still, he makes a very skeptical sound and rolls his eyes at Ayame as he feeds her another spoonful. “If you say so,” he says.
Jin scoffs at him, turns to Ayame and gently touches her cheek to get her attention. “I am, aren’t I, baby?” Jin asks his daughter, and Ayame answers by screeching and tumbling her bowl of baby food into Jin’s lap.
Kame lounges with Ayame on the floor of Jin’s spacious living area, waving a silly toy before her that rings incessantly from the bells that hang off it. Her face, so much like Jin’s, is lit up in laughter and it makes Kame grin as he watches her swat at his hand to grab the toy from him. Jin returns from his bedroom in new, clean pants and flops down onto the floor next to his daughter. She immediately turns her attention to him, reaches out and tugs on his long hair with her fists and coos in his face.
Kame watches as Jin’s own expression lights up even more brightly than his daughters, as he picks her up and swings her up over his head and back down. She squeals in delight, but kicks her feet to be put back down, so Jin sets her carefully down, leaning back against his legs to hold her up.
For a long while the two of them simply sit and watch her. Kame keeps her attention with her many, many toys, most of which have all been given to her by members of KAT-TUN, NEWS, and Kanjani8, or Yamapi, and Jin’s family. There’s one that Kame had gotten for her over Christmas that she seems particularly fond of, swinging it around in her chubby hand and nearly smacking both Kame and Jin in the face with it.
“She’s kinda dangerous,” Kame says.
Jin smiles at her proudly. “Good,” he says. “It’ll keep the boys away.” He narrows his eyes darkly and Kame has no question about what’s running through his head.
“I don’t think you have to worry about that any time soon,” he points out.
“Still doesn’t stop me from thinking about it,” he says gloomily. “She’s never dating.”
Kame shakes his head in amusement. “Yeah, I’m sure that will make her love you even more when the time comes.”
“Shut up,” Jin returns without malice, eyes still on his daughter, and Kame just smiles.
He reaches out to pull her to his chest, grinning as her mouth opens in a big yawn and she curls her head up against him.
Jin looks over fondly. “You know,” he says. “She really does like you.” He meets Kame’s eyes for a second before dropping them back to Ayame.
Kame laughs softly, brushes Ayame’s tuft of black hair from her face. “Like I said, she has good taste.”
Kame wakes with a start, groaning as the world seems to smack him in the face. He blinks his eyes open and finds Meisa standing at the foot of the bed, her phone held out before her. It beeps a second later and she grins, pulling it back and seeming to realize Kame is awake.
“Hey,” she says, looking bemused. “This is definitely not what I was expecting to come home to.”
Kame blinks at her, then turns to find baby Ayame in peaceful slumber beside him, and a groggy, stretching Jin on her other side. “This isn’t what I was expecting to wake up to,” he admits, only vaguely aware of how they had gotten here. He rubs his face and looks over to Jin who is turning away from the noise with a groan of irritation only to roll right off the bed.
He cries out loudly and Meisa rolls her eyes at him, looks at Kame and whispers, “He’s a bigger baby than she is.”
“I heard that, dear,” Jin says, pulling himself up to his feet as Kame just laughs, follows the two of them out of the room after making sure Ayame is comfortable and safely wrapped up in the middle of the bed. Jin presses a kiss to Meisa’s cheek, asks, “How was your evening?”
“Wonderful,” she says. “Yours?” She glances at Kame. “Looks like it was eventful.”
Kame snorts. “If you call Ayame-chan dropping her food over his jeans eventful, then sure.”
Meisa laughs. “Such a good daughter,” she says and Jin scowls.
“Everyone hates me,” he complains and Kame smirks.
“You only realized that now?” he says and Jin narrows his eyes at him.
“I think it’s time for you to leave,” Jin says. “Asshole.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going,” Kame says, already heading to the hall closet to retrieve his coat and scarf. He slips them on and then tugs on his boots. Jin is leaning against the wall when he turns back and Kame smiles. “Thanks for inviting me,” he says sincerely. “It was fun.”
“Come over anytime, Kame!” Meisa calls from the kitchen and Kame looks to Jin for agreement.
He’s only a little surprised when Jin smiles and says, “Yeah, anytime.”
Kame grins back. “All right,” he says as he turns to leave. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Pairing: Akame gen, slight Jin/Meisa on the side
Rating: G
Summary: Jin invites Kame over for a night of exciting babysitting.
Author’s Note: 2030 words. For ryogrande’s fic wish list! The prompt was: Akame(Pi) friendship fic with Jin/Meisa + baby and NO ANGST and this is what came out. >_> I hope you like this, Ri! ♥ The title has to do with the name I gave the baby in this - Ayame. “Ayame” refers to the iris flower, which can symbolize in flower-speak “trust”, and the “importance of friendship.” I totally did not know this before writing the fic, lol, but it ended up being rather fitting, so there it is. :)
“I’m not sure why you called me here,” Kame says in form of greeting, stepping into the genkan of Jin’s apartment and slipping out of his leather boots. He unwraps his scarf from around his neck and shrugs off his coat, steps past Jin to hang it up in the hall closet.
Jin shrugs at him in reply with one shoulder carefully. He’s holding his three-month old daughter in his arms and she coos adorably when she sees Kame.
Kame rushes right over to take her from Jin, who looks only a little upset to let her go. “She’s gotten so big already,” he says, looking into her clear brown eyes and Jin glares at him.
“Are you calling my daughter fat?!” Jin demands, and Kame rolls his eyes as he walks past Jin into the apartment.
“I sincerely hope Ayame-chan was spared from your intellectual genes,” Kame says, sitting down on the couch and resting Ayame on his lap. She reaches out to fist a clump of his shirt at the collar and pulls, laughing silently.
“Shut up,” Jin pouts. “I didn’t call you over to mock me.”
“Then why did you?” Kame questions, not taking his eyes off the baby.
He feels Jin sit down beside him, his shoulder brushes Kame’s when he shrugs. “Meisa needed a day off so she went out with some friends,” he says.
“You didn’t want a night off either?” Kame asks.
Jin shakes his head, reaches out a finger toward his daughter, and grins when she grabs it with both of her tiny hands. Kame glances at him, at the bright happiness on his face and smiles.
“It really kills you to be away from her, doesn’t it?” he asks. “Are you sure you’re not the one who gave birth?”
Jin narrows his eyes at him and Kame laughs.
“Right, right, no mocking,” he says. “I’ll try to be nice to you in front of your daughter.”
“I appreciate it,” Jin huffs.
“So you basically called me over to help you watch your daughter?” Kame asks, casting his gaze askance at Jin.
Jin keeps his eyes on his girl, shrugs noncommittally. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you? So I don’t think you care about the reason.”
“I’m here for your daughter,” Kame replies. “Not you.” He grins widely at Ayame and says, “Right, Ayame-chan?” She giggles and smacks Kame in the nose with one hand, the other still gripped tight around her father’s finger and yanking it up and down.
Jin snorts beside him. “Oh yeah, she loves you.”
“More than she likes you, probably,” Kame shoots back easily and Jin pouts again.
“Lies,” he declares solemnly, watching as his daughter lets go of his finger to cling even closer to Kame. “She probably likes you cause you smell good.”
Kame raises a brow inquisitively and smirks. “I do?”
Jin flushes brightly and jumps up to his feet, shaking his head. “Food!” he exclaims. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry.” He rushes off to the kitchen.
“You’re always hungry,” Kame calls after him. He looks down into Ayame’s face and nods. “Your dad is weird, isn’t he?”
“Don’t teach her that!!” Jin shouts but Kame just laughs as Ayame squeals and grabs at his nose.
He picks her up and carries her into the kitchen where Jin seems to be failing to prepare dinner, peering at a recipe in his hands while searching for a pan in the cupboards.
“Need help?” he asks lightly and Jin quickly shakes his head.
“No!” he says. “I know what I’m doing.”
Kame shares an unimpressed look with Ayame. He reaches around and snatches the recipe from Jin’s hand and laughs. “You’re having trouble making chahan?” he questions and Jin rubs his neck embarrassedly.
“Shut up,” he grumbles. “I’ve gotten too used to making American food lately.”
Kame just grins at him. “Here, take Ayame,” he says and Jin looks incredibly pleased to have his daughter back, who instead of looking happy as well, scrunches up her face in near tears and grabs a fistful of Kame’s hair.
“That hurts, baby,” Jin whines, casting pitiful eyes to his daughter.
“Guess she does love me after all,” Kame notes, carefully pulling his hair out of her vice-like grip.
“So not fair,” Jin complains. “She already does that with Pi and Ryo, and now you, too.”
Kame smirks at him. “Clearly she has good taste.”
Jin covers Ayame’s ears and shakes his head at her. “Don’t listen to him, baby,” he says. “I’m cooler than all of them, right?”
She cries and smacks him in the face and Kame laughs, pats her head and says, “Good girl.”
“Shut up,” Jin says in a very childlike drone, but Kame just pats his head, too, and adds, “Go, sit, make your daughter love you. I’ll cook, since you’re completely useless.”
Jin swats at Kame’s hand, looks at him a little incredulously, but gives in. “But don’t tell Meisa. She’ll kill me if she hears I made you cook dinner,” he says.
“I’m guessing she’s the one who left you the recipe,” Kame says and Jin nods. “Well, okay. Your secret’s safe with me.” He grins. “For now.”
Jin groans. “Why did I invite him over?” he asks Ayame and Kame turns to busy himself with cooking, hides his smile.
“So, how is married life?” Kame asks him as they eat, snickering a bit when Jin scowls at him.
“What is with you guys? That’s all anyone ever asks me anymore,” Jin grumbles. “Not how are you?, have you written any new songs?, what’s your next project?, has JE finally taken off your leash?” Jin stabs at a piece of egg in his rice.
“But that’s all boring,” Kame says. He sets his chopsticks down, reaches for the small baby spoon to scoop up some food for Ayame. She giggles and as he swirls the spoon in the air like a plane before feeding her.
“Married life isn’t all that glamorous either,” Jin says. “But I love it. I’m happy.”
Kame looks at him, at the honesty in his eyes as he stares at his daughter and Kame knows that he is, he can feel it. “That is what matters,” he agrees. “Meisa-chan doesn’t give you a hard time about anything?”
Jin snorts. “Of course she does,” he says, then pitches his voice a little higher, “Why haven’t you done the laundry, can’t you properly fold clothes, no, you don’t cook it that way, how are you 28 years old and you don’t even know that?!” He sighs while Kame laughs.
“Nothing you don’t deserve, I’m sure,” he says and Jin glowers at him.
“I’m a fabulous husband and father, I’ll have you know,” he declares.
Kame doesn’t doubt for a second that he is, because if there was ever anything Jin would put all his effort in to make absolutely perfect, it would be his own family. Still, he makes a very skeptical sound and rolls his eyes at Ayame as he feeds her another spoonful. “If you say so,” he says.
Jin scoffs at him, turns to Ayame and gently touches her cheek to get her attention. “I am, aren’t I, baby?” Jin asks his daughter, and Ayame answers by screeching and tumbling her bowl of baby food into Jin’s lap.
Kame lounges with Ayame on the floor of Jin’s spacious living area, waving a silly toy before her that rings incessantly from the bells that hang off it. Her face, so much like Jin’s, is lit up in laughter and it makes Kame grin as he watches her swat at his hand to grab the toy from him. Jin returns from his bedroom in new, clean pants and flops down onto the floor next to his daughter. She immediately turns her attention to him, reaches out and tugs on his long hair with her fists and coos in his face.
Kame watches as Jin’s own expression lights up even more brightly than his daughters, as he picks her up and swings her up over his head and back down. She squeals in delight, but kicks her feet to be put back down, so Jin sets her carefully down, leaning back against his legs to hold her up.
For a long while the two of them simply sit and watch her. Kame keeps her attention with her many, many toys, most of which have all been given to her by members of KAT-TUN, NEWS, and Kanjani8, or Yamapi, and Jin’s family. There’s one that Kame had gotten for her over Christmas that she seems particularly fond of, swinging it around in her chubby hand and nearly smacking both Kame and Jin in the face with it.
“She’s kinda dangerous,” Kame says.
Jin smiles at her proudly. “Good,” he says. “It’ll keep the boys away.” He narrows his eyes darkly and Kame has no question about what’s running through his head.
“I don’t think you have to worry about that any time soon,” he points out.
“Still doesn’t stop me from thinking about it,” he says gloomily. “She’s never dating.”
Kame shakes his head in amusement. “Yeah, I’m sure that will make her love you even more when the time comes.”
“Shut up,” Jin returns without malice, eyes still on his daughter, and Kame just smiles.
He reaches out to pull her to his chest, grinning as her mouth opens in a big yawn and she curls her head up against him.
Jin looks over fondly. “You know,” he says. “She really does like you.” He meets Kame’s eyes for a second before dropping them back to Ayame.
Kame laughs softly, brushes Ayame’s tuft of black hair from her face. “Like I said, she has good taste.”
Kame wakes with a start, groaning as the world seems to smack him in the face. He blinks his eyes open and finds Meisa standing at the foot of the bed, her phone held out before her. It beeps a second later and she grins, pulling it back and seeming to realize Kame is awake.
“Hey,” she says, looking bemused. “This is definitely not what I was expecting to come home to.”
Kame blinks at her, then turns to find baby Ayame in peaceful slumber beside him, and a groggy, stretching Jin on her other side. “This isn’t what I was expecting to wake up to,” he admits, only vaguely aware of how they had gotten here. He rubs his face and looks over to Jin who is turning away from the noise with a groan of irritation only to roll right off the bed.
He cries out loudly and Meisa rolls her eyes at him, looks at Kame and whispers, “He’s a bigger baby than she is.”
“I heard that, dear,” Jin says, pulling himself up to his feet as Kame just laughs, follows the two of them out of the room after making sure Ayame is comfortable and safely wrapped up in the middle of the bed. Jin presses a kiss to Meisa’s cheek, asks, “How was your evening?”
“Wonderful,” she says. “Yours?” She glances at Kame. “Looks like it was eventful.”
Kame snorts. “If you call Ayame-chan dropping her food over his jeans eventful, then sure.”
Meisa laughs. “Such a good daughter,” she says and Jin scowls.
“Everyone hates me,” he complains and Kame smirks.
“You only realized that now?” he says and Jin narrows his eyes at him.
“I think it’s time for you to leave,” Jin says. “Asshole.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going,” Kame says, already heading to the hall closet to retrieve his coat and scarf. He slips them on and then tugs on his boots. Jin is leaning against the wall when he turns back and Kame smiles. “Thanks for inviting me,” he says sincerely. “It was fun.”
“Come over anytime, Kame!” Meisa calls from the kitchen and Kame looks to Jin for agreement.
He’s only a little surprised when Jin smiles and says, “Yeah, anytime.”
Kame grins back. “All right,” he says as he turns to leave. “I’ll keep that in mind.”