MEME~
So me and ilanabean42 were spamming the crap out of each other as per usual, right? We were discussing about writing styles and how recognizable writing styles are (and the way I’m totally psychic and realized what fic was hers in a heartbeat) and then she had this Idea.
ilanabean42: I wonder what would happen if JE fandom had one of those things where you post fic ( Read more... )
ilanabean42: I wonder what would happen if JE fandom had one of those things where you post fic ( Read more... )
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Some nights they lie awake after sex and Jin talks about his time in America. Kame listens to Jin visiting places with foreign names that tangle around his tongue in an uncomfortable manner, sharp and unfamiliar and where Kame will never set foot on. Kame tries not to think about the distance between the two of them, half a world apart with an ocean in between and many many hours of flying, and so unbearably close that it’s skin on skin and the feeling of each other’s heartbeat and inhaling the air that the other is exhaling.
Kame ponders about the way they are connected, not just Jin’s fingers laced around his, and he supposes things are different, in some ways for the better. In others, he can’t exactly tell. One night, Kame stares at the window, shut except for one tiny crack, and he doesn’t understand why he isn’t suffocating in the stale air that smells of sweat and sex. Outside he can just spot the outlines of buildings, and there are lights still on in some apartments and numbers drift into his head as he wonders how many people are dreaming and how many people are developing relationships and how many people are watching relationships fall apart in front of their own eyes.
He realizes that Jin’s voice is no longer there. He shifts in the bed and it creaks a little. Jin’s eyes snap open easily. “Let’s go to Okinawa,” Kame whispers. There is no preamble. Jin blinks and Kame sees the millions of thoughts rushing through Jin’s mind, like how and when and what about work. “We might have a free weekend soon,” Kame tells him, head dipping into the curve of Jin’s neck and tongue dragging across the skin there, leaving a wet trail. He doesn’t want to think about rejection, doesn’t want to think about what if I become one of those people watching a relationship fall apart.
“Let’s,” Jin agrees lightly, and almost immediately Kame can breathe in salty seawater and sunshine and relief. He needs the fresh air, no more concrete and traffic and getting up at five o’clock in the morning to attend photoshoots and rehearsals.
He needs a reminder that maybe this is going to work out in the end.
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