THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING
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What Jin wants, Jin gets.
Eventually, at least.
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“Ten-minute break!”
Kame settles down in his chair, exhausted from the filming. He absentmindedly takes out his phone. When he flips it open, his eyes widen.
Fifty new text messages?! It’s only been two hours. . .Kame looks at the first message and stares, dumbfounded.
The message reads, kameeeee let’s hang out next week on saturday! - jin
Annoyance slowly creeps into Kame. Yes, Jin was special to him, he was always thinking about Jin. But of all people, Jin should know better. Jin should know he has to film for his drama. Jin should know the group has to rehearse. Jin should know Kame is just simply busy these days. He looks at the second message. It says the exact same thing. Kame doesn’t even bother looking through the other forty-eight messages. He sighs, shakes his head. He puts his phone away and walks back onto the set.
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When Kame stumbles into his apartment a little after midnight, he thinks of nothing but getting rest. Flopping into his soft bed, he drifts off into serene sleep, when suddenly-BEEP. BEEP. Kame wants to ignore it, he wants to take his phone and chuck it against the wall, but his body reacts otherwise. Painfully, slowly, he reaches for it in his jeans and drags it to his ear, like it’s torture.
“. . .hello?”
“KAME! WHY DIDN’T YOU ANSWER MY MESSAGES?!”
He winces at the loud voice, thinking oh my god, I’m going to kill him.
“Jin. . .I’m sleeping. I’m tired. And if you call me again, you can’t come within five feet of me for the next two months.”
“NONONONONO. KAAAMEEEE. DON’T DO THAT!” Jin whines, but lowers his voice considerably. “It’s just that. . .next Saturday is special though. . .”
“. . .what’s so special about next Saturday?” Kame can already imagine the huge pout and the big puppy eyes Jin must be sporting right at this moment.
“How could you forget?! KAME I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME. IF YOU DID, YOU’D REMEMBER.” Jin has forgotten by Kame’s threat (he thinks it’s an empty one anyway) and is once again whining and fussing into the phone.
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TBC. I've never written, but someone persuaded me to give it a shot. (:
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*skips off to make brownies*
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Give me some brownies too.
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They're baking in the oven. :)
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LOL I'm hungry *savages for more food*
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What Jin wants, Jin gets
It is oddly creepy and thus a wonderful beginning scene. *laughs*
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Hehh, I could somehow imagine him do that.
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