THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING
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"Yes, sir," Kame says eagerly. "I'm majoring in Systems Technology with a minor in International Studies so I think a job in a multinational company like this will fit my abilities."
Jin finds himself nodding, thinking of the different places in the company Kamenashi can fit in. Like the Administration Departments, or the ones handling European clients. There's also this little nook between two of Jin's file cabinets where he can tuck Kame into, maybe lifting his legs a little as he--
"Huh." Jin says. "That's good."
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Persuading Kamenashi to join him in the private elevator has been a challenge, mostly because it was difficult sounding non-creepy while still lugging Ryo's stuff. Human Resources are pretty far up, though, and he managed to convince him that there's isn't anything wrong with getting into a small compartment with Akanishi Jin.
"Anou," Kamenashi mumbles, squirming beside him. "If you have access to the private elevator, that means you're a high ranking officer. I don't mean to take up much of your time."
Jin takes another bite out of his French toast, "Well I'm not really that important, I mean, I go to a lot of meetings but I get bored so--" Jin's breath stutters when he feels that ghost a hand hovering over his shoulder.
"Wait, Jin-kun?" Kame whispers, somehow closer than Jin has previously thought he had been.
"Eh? What--"
"You have some sugar here." Kamenashi steps closer towards him, lifting a hand to wipe the corner of Jin's lips. Jin is paralyzed, transfixed with the touch and the sight of Kame's tongue poking out from his own lips, touching the exact place he was wiping at Jin's mouth. "We can' have you facing the CEO looking like that, can't we?"
The elevator door ping open.
"Akanishi-buchou, you are needed for your appointment, sir," Jin hears the clipped voice intruding.
He turns his head to see his secretary looking at him with a disapproving glare. She is carrying a large back folder, which probably contains the entire day's agenda. A formidable and capable woman, she has been in the company longer than Jin's lifetime, and she is his father's most trusted secretary. Jin hates her guts a little.
"I'll be right over." He bites out before pushing to close button. He turns his head just in time to see Kamenashi's eyes widen in horror.
"You're the CEO. Oh, God. I'm very sorry for being presumptuous." Kamenashi mumbles his apologies while bowing profusely. His face flushed pink with mortification.
It's a very good look on him. Suddenly, Jin gets involuntary mental image of Kamenashi with white linen sheets beneath him, straining and gasping, his face burning from something entirely different.
Jin trembles--he thinks he's in love.
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>__< Sorry. I'll fix this. Maybe.
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Please write more m(_ _)m.
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how do you guys come up with this awesome
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THANK YOU~~
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*clings to your ankles*
>: Don't make puppy cry.
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asdfjklsjfls so in love with your fic. *_*
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OMGGGGGGG
haha
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