[#62] One Hour Fic Challenge
...I don't even know. I wasn't even really in the mood to write, but I fought through it because I haven't been writing recently. ...Which brought about this load of whatever that can't even be called crap because it's that bad.
Cigarette
Pin, PG, 788 words
A/N: Written for the One Hour Fic Challenge with absolutely no porn here. Based on Jin's Popeye Shoot. Mainly the cigarette one.
Other Awesome Participants: coiled_iris | goldengutgirl |ky_rin | liangzhu | longleggedgit | mousapelli | nicocoer | nihongofrancais | pearljemz | shichihenge | tinyangl
It's only one cigarette.
Just one cigarette. Nothing more, nothing less. He only picks it up when pissed. Or tired. Or stressed. Or nervous. Essentially, it's a permanent fixture on his hand. He doesn't want it to be, doesn't want to have to rely on something as silly as a cigarette just to make him feel better. Because one cigarette leads to two, and then three. Then a box gone without his notice.
Jin rests outside of his apartment, sitting in a small corner of his balcony. It's not the clearest of nights, but Jin can see one or two stars up in the distance - shining bright enough for all the other hidden stars. There's a slight breeze, but even with the flimsy white shirt he has on, Jin doesn't mind it. He lifts the cigarette back to his lips and breathes.
"You're going to kill yourself that way," Yamapi snaps from the doorway, before reaching over to pluck Jin's cigarette from his fingers and placing it between his own lips. Inhale, remove cigarette, then exhale. Jin watches the puff of smoke slowly drift through the air in front of Yamapi, wisps of gray smoke. It mingles with the air, growing fainter and fainter until there's no sign of it. Then Yamapi exhales again before settling down beside Jin, even though there's barely any space for them out there. Jin shoves Yamapi slightly; Yamapi retaliates by elbowing him sharply in the stomach as he settles, sitting indian-style.
Jin scoffs at him before snatching his cigarette back. "Says you." Inhale. Exhale.
"That's exactly what I just did," Yamapi retorts before he reaches over Jin for what's in his hand.
Jin, this time, pulls back, holding it over his head as he glares. "Get your own, damnit. And don't pull your, I can't afford it, thing again."
Yamapi rolls his eyes as he sits back and stares up at the sky instead. "I thought you shared with your friends."
"Not when it's a cigarette." Jin relaxes again, slipping the cigarette between his lips and before he can even take a breath, Yamapi plucks it out of his mouth. Jin protests loudly, but Yamapi presses his free hand against Jin's mouth and Jin's left watching as Yamapi inhales. Then exhales slowly, and although Yamapi has his head straight in front of him, he watches Jin watching him through the corner of his eye. Jin lightly nips at Yamapi's hand still over his mouth which only prompts Yamapi to snicker, removing it.
Jin shakes his head, sitting on his hands and staring up. Wisps of gray fly past his head and combine with the clear air (as clear as Tokyo air could get anyway). "Weren't you warning me against smoking?"
Yamapi chuckles. "I was." Jin can hear him breathing beside him, inahling, and then exhaling.
"So?"
"You smoke more than I do. So I'm allowed a freebie."
"Isn't that just an excuse?" Jin says dryly, giving Yamapi a sideways glance.
"Pretty much," Yamapi says smoothly, before putting out the stub of the cigarette against the wall. Jin watches as the sparks slowly die out - bright orange to red to just darkness. Yamapi catches him watching and raises an eyebrow; his eyes meet Jin's. Jin has to suck in his breath to remind himself to breathe.
"Finished already?" Jin asks, swallowing before he moves to grab his cigarette box. But Yamapi smoothly plucks that out of his hands. "You're going to take all of those too? I just bought that box."
"And how many have you bought today?" Yamapi asks, pocketing the box.
Jin inhales sharply. "None of your business."
Yamapi shrugs. "You could say that. Or as your closest friend, it's entirely my business."
"Only you would play the friend card."
"Because it never fails to work," Yamapi retorts. "So maybe this time, you'll actually listen."
"Can't listen when nothing's said." Jin starts searching through his pockets, heart pounding as he hopes badly that there's another cigarette that he's somehow hidden away. A cigarette appears in front of him and Jin follows the fingers holding it to the line of the arm to the shoulder to Yamapi's face. "What, now you're letting me smoke?"
Yamapi shrugs again. "You looked desperate. Which means you look pathetic."
Jin gives him a face, but he takes the cigarette out of Yamapi's hands, smoothly lighting it and then inhaling.
"Don't forget to breathe," Yamapi says suddenly.
Exhale.
Jin gives Yamapi a dirty look. "Like I'd forget."
"Just making sure." Yamapi gives Jin another glance before shrugging. "But I'm not giving the box back."
Jin snorts. "You say that now. But as your best friend, I sincerely don't see it happening."
Yamapi only laughs. Jin knows that Yamapi'll be true to his word on this, and somehow, he's kinda glad for it.
Cigarette
Pin, PG, 788 words
A/N: Written for the One Hour Fic Challenge with absolutely no porn here. Based on Jin's Popeye Shoot. Mainly the cigarette one.
Other Awesome Participants: coiled_iris | goldengutgirl |ky_rin | liangzhu | longleggedgit | mousapelli | nicocoer | nihongofrancais | pearljemz | shichihenge | tinyangl
It's only one cigarette.
Just one cigarette. Nothing more, nothing less. He only picks it up when pissed. Or tired. Or stressed. Or nervous. Essentially, it's a permanent fixture on his hand. He doesn't want it to be, doesn't want to have to rely on something as silly as a cigarette just to make him feel better. Because one cigarette leads to two, and then three. Then a box gone without his notice.
Jin rests outside of his apartment, sitting in a small corner of his balcony. It's not the clearest of nights, but Jin can see one or two stars up in the distance - shining bright enough for all the other hidden stars. There's a slight breeze, but even with the flimsy white shirt he has on, Jin doesn't mind it. He lifts the cigarette back to his lips and breathes.
"You're going to kill yourself that way," Yamapi snaps from the doorway, before reaching over to pluck Jin's cigarette from his fingers and placing it between his own lips. Inhale, remove cigarette, then exhale. Jin watches the puff of smoke slowly drift through the air in front of Yamapi, wisps of gray smoke. It mingles with the air, growing fainter and fainter until there's no sign of it. Then Yamapi exhales again before settling down beside Jin, even though there's barely any space for them out there. Jin shoves Yamapi slightly; Yamapi retaliates by elbowing him sharply in the stomach as he settles, sitting indian-style.
Jin scoffs at him before snatching his cigarette back. "Says you." Inhale. Exhale.
"That's exactly what I just did," Yamapi retorts before he reaches over Jin for what's in his hand.
Jin, this time, pulls back, holding it over his head as he glares. "Get your own, damnit. And don't pull your, I can't afford it, thing again."
Yamapi rolls his eyes as he sits back and stares up at the sky instead. "I thought you shared with your friends."
"Not when it's a cigarette." Jin relaxes again, slipping the cigarette between his lips and before he can even take a breath, Yamapi plucks it out of his mouth. Jin protests loudly, but Yamapi presses his free hand against Jin's mouth and Jin's left watching as Yamapi inhales. Then exhales slowly, and although Yamapi has his head straight in front of him, he watches Jin watching him through the corner of his eye. Jin lightly nips at Yamapi's hand still over his mouth which only prompts Yamapi to snicker, removing it.
Jin shakes his head, sitting on his hands and staring up. Wisps of gray fly past his head and combine with the clear air (as clear as Tokyo air could get anyway). "Weren't you warning me against smoking?"
Yamapi chuckles. "I was." Jin can hear him breathing beside him, inahling, and then exhaling.
"So?"
"You smoke more than I do. So I'm allowed a freebie."
"Isn't that just an excuse?" Jin says dryly, giving Yamapi a sideways glance.
"Pretty much," Yamapi says smoothly, before putting out the stub of the cigarette against the wall. Jin watches as the sparks slowly die out - bright orange to red to just darkness. Yamapi catches him watching and raises an eyebrow; his eyes meet Jin's. Jin has to suck in his breath to remind himself to breathe.
"Finished already?" Jin asks, swallowing before he moves to grab his cigarette box. But Yamapi smoothly plucks that out of his hands. "You're going to take all of those too? I just bought that box."
"And how many have you bought today?" Yamapi asks, pocketing the box.
Jin inhales sharply. "None of your business."
Yamapi shrugs. "You could say that. Or as your closest friend, it's entirely my business."
"Only you would play the friend card."
"Because it never fails to work," Yamapi retorts. "So maybe this time, you'll actually listen."
"Can't listen when nothing's said." Jin starts searching through his pockets, heart pounding as he hopes badly that there's another cigarette that he's somehow hidden away. A cigarette appears in front of him and Jin follows the fingers holding it to the line of the arm to the shoulder to Yamapi's face. "What, now you're letting me smoke?"
Yamapi shrugs again. "You looked desperate. Which means you look pathetic."
Jin gives him a face, but he takes the cigarette out of Yamapi's hands, smoothly lighting it and then inhaling.
"Don't forget to breathe," Yamapi says suddenly.
Exhale.
Jin gives Yamapi a dirty look. "Like I'd forget."
"Just making sure." Yamapi gives Jin another glance before shrugging. "But I'm not giving the box back."
Jin snorts. "You say that now. But as your best friend, I sincerely don't see it happening."
Yamapi only laughs. Jin knows that Yamapi'll be true to his word on this, and somehow, he's kinda glad for it.