[Fan Fic: One Shot] Young Hearts - Part 1
Title: Young Hearts
Author: blinkbling24
Pairing: Akame
Genre: Romance, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own them, because if I did, this fic would be in video instead of just words.
Warning: Fic is narrative in nature and is unbeta-ed, so please excuse the grammer/spelling mistakes, if any.
Summary: Kame and Jin's friendship turns into something that's so much more.
A/N: My 2nd attempt, as I was inspired to write about chibi akame. But I thought I shouldn't make them too chibi. Heh. Hope you enjoy it!
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Young Hearts - Part 1
“Oh man! Not again!” 18-year-old Akanishi Jin looked at the wet patch on his boxers with much distress. He smacked himself on the forehead before gingerly getting out of bed. He took off the pair of incriminating boxers and pulled a clean one on. Jin opened his room door as quietly as he could and stuck his head out, listening. When he decided that the coast was clear, that none of his family, particularly his mother, was up yet, he tip-toed to the laundry area. Once there, he dunked the boxers into the pail filled with soapy water that was reserved for the family’s intimate apparel, destroying the embarrassing evidence.
Jin crept back into bed and stared up at the ceiling, trying to recall what had caused him to commit such an embarrassment. He knew that it was that dream again, but for the life of him, he could not remember its specific contents except that the end result was the same. Ordinarily, he would not care much. Something like this happens once in a while to boys. But, it was the recurring nature of this dream that bothered him. He had been wetting himself at least once a week for the past month. Maybe Yamapi was right. A relationship was what he sorely needed, and soon, before his mother started to get suspicious at the abnormal number of boxers she had to wash.
***
Puberty was such a pain in the ass, thought 16-year-old Kamenashi Kazuya as he tried to focus in class. The zit outbreaks, the awkward vocal transition, hair sprouting all over the place in abundance, he could deal with, somewhat. What totally irritated him was that he could not control his groin area effectively. Take that very moment for instance, how was a boy supposed to concentrate on quadratic equations when he had to contend with the warmness in his nether region that had been unacceptably activated just by observing the girl diagonally across from him biting the tip of her pen as she listened to the teacher?
On one occasion when his older brother deigned to talk to him beyond the usual sibling bullying, he had said that he will learn to control it in time, but Kame seriously wondered when it would be. Kame shut his eyes and tried to muster up the ugliest human or animal he could think of to curb his discomfort, only to open them again abruptly in shock. The only thing he could picture was this perfect pair of lips, far better than the ones that had caused him the discomfort in the first place. And yet, he could not tell who those lips belonged to. He shuddered and shifted in his seat. He really needed something to take his mind off all of this, but exactly what, he did not know.
***
A few days later, Jin was lazing around in the backstage dressing room of the NHK theatre with Yamapi. It was Shounen Club recording day and Jin was early, having ended school extraordinarily on time. He had met Pi in the hallway of the theatre and thought that it would be a good idea to catch up on each other’s lives while they waited for the other Juniors to arrive. But as the conversation progressed, Jin slowly regretted it. Pi just would not get off his case.
“So, Jin, how about that girl? The one with the long curly hair that kinda looks sweet and slutty at the same time? She seems interested….”
“She’s alright, I guess….” Jin shrugged, “Not my type.”
“How about the cute girl that shoved you her number at the café the other day? She had rather nice perky boobs….”
“Ehh….so-so…Not my type.”
Pi narrowed his eyes at his friend. “What exactly is your type, oh-choosy-one? You need to get laid man. Seriously. No respectable teenage boy goes this long without fucking.”
Jin propped his legs up onto the table and leaned to balance on the 2 back legs of his chair, hoping that he looked as nonchalant as he thought he did. He looked down at his fingers, deep in thought as Pi went on and on. There was no stopping Pi when he was on a roll.
Honestly, Jin had no idea what his type was. A couple of years ago, he was so obsessed with losing his virginity that he basically tumbled into bed with the first girl that was interested. Thankfully it was the belle of the school. He would never have lived it down otherwise. However, after the rather awkward tryst and the rather annoying process of breaking up with the chick who basically wanted to busk in the fact that she was dating a Johnny’s Junior, he had not had another escapade since. Anyway, the sex was not anything he thought it would be. Did the great romance stories lie? Were the novels he read and movies he watched really just fiction? He thought he would feel cataclysmic explosions of pleasure, and that he would be on such a high that the whole world would be painted in psychedelic colours. Instead, all there was was a lot of clumsy fumbling and groping, with him trying to figure out want went where while she just laid there like a dead fish. There was no screams of ecstasy, just contrite moans and groans. He remembered that he was glad it was over. Even though it was not the experience he was hoping for, he could at least tell his peers that he was not a virgin anymore.
Since then, no other girl really captured his attention. He had gone on several dates, and kissed several girls goodnight on more than one occasion. But the kisses did nothing for him, they did not make him want anything more. Increasingly, he found himself distancing from any girl that showed any interest. It was just too tiring to deal with the whole dating scene. Why should he, when he had this job, and the company of his friends whom he would much rather spend time with? Like just the other day, he had such a good time at the batting centre with……
CRASH!
“What the FUCK?! Jin! Are you alright?” Pi finally stopped rambling and leapt out of his chair to tend to his friend who had lost his balance and crashed to the floor.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Did you even hear a word of what I was saying?”
In a daze, Jin sat up slowly, absentmindedly rubbing his hurt elbow, his eyes never leaving the doorway where a young boy stood, talking earnestly to one of their senpais, dressed adorably in a prim school uniform with his school bag slung across his shoulder.
***
A loud crash caused Kame to turn his head sharply to the right in the midst of talking to his senpai. Kame saw Yamapi help someone up from the ground, and it was only when Pi moved aside that he saw who the victim of the casualty was. Kame gulped as he saw his bandmate and friend struggle to get up, and then sighed with relief when he caught Jin give a sheepish smile when Pi whacked him hard on the head.
Kame had wanted to see if Jin was really alright, but his senpai was still chattering away, and he did not want to seem disrespectful. When his senpai finally released him, Jin, and Yamapi for that matter, had already wandered away from his line of sight. Disappointed, Kame proceeded to his locker and dumped his school bag into it. He flopped onto a nearby sofa and looked at his watch. He still had some time before he was due for wardrobe and make-up. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes.
Today was one of the long days in his week, where Kame had job obligations as a Junior and KAT-TUN member. Sometimes he wondered why he had tried so hard at the auditions that he was conned into attending. Without this job, he would be able to play baseball with his friends all day, everyday, instead of always rushing from school to this film set or that photoshoot. If it were not for the prospect of hanging out with Jin on the job, he would have long given up.
As the thought of Jin crossed his mind, Kame could not help but give a slight smile. The first time Kame saw Jin, in those expensive Adidas track pants, at the auditions 4 years ago, he had thought to himself that he would never be able to be friends with someone so obviously different. Jin was cool as hell, and Kame was just, well, geeky. However, through rehearsing and working together, they somehow found things to talk about, and soon, Jin became his friend, someone important, someone he depended on.
He remembered a couple of years ago, when he went to Okinawa with Jin. Even though it was for a show, and they were filmed most parts of the trip, it was a time that he enjoyed immensely. It was one of the times that he could be himself in front of the camera, and it was because of Jin, who made him feel so at ease. Their friendship had developed even more since then and Kame found himself wanting to be in Jin’s company more and more these days.
It was not that Kame did not appreciate girls. He knew a cute chick when he saw one. It was just that there has not been any girl, not yet anyway, that had caught and held his attention. Sure, he had crushes here and there, and had received several professions of love, but none really worked out. Besides, where would he find time to date with a job that took up most of his afterschool hours? He barely had enough time to spend time with the person he most wanted to spend time with…….
WHACK!
“Kame! Stop daydreaming! It’s time for wardrobe and make-up!” Kame rubbed his sore head as he opened his eyes to see Koki grinning down at him. In the background, he saw the rest of KAT-TUN busying themselves getting ready. He caught a glimpse of Jin and immediately, his tiredness left him as he bounded towards the older boy.
***
Jin watched in the darkness of the wings as Kame danced and pranced on stage with fellow Juniors. The hot, blinding stage lights shone onto Kame’s hair, and Jin admired the gleaming honeyed strands - a far cry when he first met Kamenashi Kazuya 4 years ago at the auditions. Back then, Kame had a thick head of jet black hair, with caterpillar eyebrows to match. That caterpillar had since turned into a butterfly, and Jin liked to think that he had something to do with it. After all, it was him that told Kame to preen his eyebrows, and it was him who would pick out clothes for Kame to try when they went shopping together. Indeed, Kame was blossoming right before his eyes, growing up to be one of the most beautiful boys that Jin had ever seen. But it was not only Kame’s physical appearance that was illuminating, it was his character as well.
Once Kame warmed up, be it on stage or towards someone new, he would unveil a bubbly nature so pure that it made it effortless for people to like him. The lad was chatty and could lift Jin out of a bad mood in an instant. Jin also found it terribly endearing how Kame always had a smile for everyone, and Jin liked to think that Kame’s smile was exceptionally bright when directed at him.
But, there was a layer to Kame that only those closest to him knew, and Jin counted himself as one of the privileged few. For all his dazzling brightness, there was a side to Kame that was more muted, less flighty. Kame was steadfast and stubborn. Once he set his mind and heart to something, he would never let it go. It was like that with baseball, and increasingly, Jin was witnessing Kame’s tightening grip on the job.
Friendship was something that Kame treasured as well, Jin knew this by how Kame had become increasingly attached to him. Observing Kame and thinking about the great times they had spent, Jin’s heart skipped a beat when he saw Kame give him a little wink while he was dancing. Jin grinned and gave a slight wave back, causing Kame’s stage smile to grow wider, more genuine. Shaking his head slightly, Jin had to admit that Kame was special.
“He looks stunning out there, doesn’t he?” someone whispered next to Jin.
“Yes…stunning….” Jin agreed carelessly, briefly distracted by the private moment he was having, before snapping back to reality. Spinning around, he saw Pi’s amused face in front of him. “Erm…” Jin cleared his throat and blushed, “I meant…he has certainly improved his dancing….”
“No need for explanations. I was simply making an observation,” Pi smirked before smacking Jin rather hard on the back, pushing him forward to indicate that it was their turn to stand in the spotlight.
“BAKA! It bloody hurts!”
***
Kame found himself sitting alone on the same sofa after the recording. He had waited for the dressing room to clear out, mingling where appropriate with fellow Juniors. Some of them, including Koki and Junno asked if he would like to join them for a quick dinner, but he declined, citing tons of homework as an excuse. In actuality, he had something on his mind, and it was only now, when the crowd of boys jostling to change out of the costumes into street clothes dwindled and everything was still that he could sort things out.
Staring into the distance at nothing in particular, Kame let his eyes glaze over as his mind wander to the recording earlier. KAT-TUN, after the opening act, had been playing one of those inane question and answer games that seemed to entertain the audience so much. He could not really remember exactly what happened, he had played too many such games that all of them merged and overlapped in his memory, but the result was that Jin and he had to perform a penalty - to walk together, 3-legged, from one end of the stage to another. All was well and good, they had done this sort of thing a million times before, except that, this time, it was different. With Jin beside him, his arms around his waist for support, Kame suddenly felt like he could not breathe. Jin had been so close that Kame could smell his natural scent, and he almost had a cardiac arrest, his heart was thumping so hard. Kame could have sworn that the microphone he had been wearing on his lapel picked up his rapid pulse. It took all his energy to regulate his heartbeat, so much so that he was barely able to walk. Jin almost had to drag him across the stage.
The entire experience was so disconcerting that even after they were untied and separated, Kame could not fully focus on the rest of the performance. Thank goodness there were 6 of them, and he could hide his mistakes. Kame shook his head to clear it, and slowly came to a panicked realization that increasingly, he liked it when Jin and he touched - every accidental brush, every brotherly hug, every gangster-ish greeting. What did it all mean? Kame buried his face in his hands, trying to make sense of it all.
***
Jin had every intention of heading back home with thoughts of his mother’s cooking in his head. It had been a long day after all, when, soon after the recording, he was summoned to one of the NHK theatre meeting rooms where Johnny-san wanted to discuss plans to involve him in a drama production. As he walked past the dressing room door, something made him head towards it. It was slightly ajar. Jin peered in, and saw a lone figure just about to remove the top of an elaborate costume. The person turned slightly, and Jin realized it was Kame. He wanted to walk in and say hi, but the moment Kame peeled off the top, Jin felt his feet plaster to the floor, as though the ground was a huge magnet and his feet were of opposite polarity. He stared, smitten by the movement of the sinewy back, wrapped in almost translucent, cream-like skin. Jin swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, and as he did so, he felt a stirring that he did not know whether to relish or reject. He let out a breath and frowned, confused. He saw Kame put on a regular t-shirt. The natural flow of things was for Kame to remove the sequined trousers and Jin gulped in dazed anticipation. However, Kame hesitated. Instead, Kame sat down heavily on the sofa and pressed his palms onto his eyes.
The initial desire to escape the confusing situation was taken over by worry. Jin pushed open the door and proceeded to sit next to Kame. Kame felt the depression of the seat next to him. He removed his hands from his eyes and immediately regretted his decision.
“Kame, what’s wrong?”
Kame heaved a big sigh. How was he supposed to react to the very person that had caused the “wrong” in the first place?
“It’s nothing. Just tired I guess. School’s been rather shitty,” he lied.
“Don’t I know it? School’s always shitty.” Jin grinned, causing Kame’s heart to kickstart the familiar rapid rhythm. He heaved another sigh, closed his eyes and leaned back into the sofa. Part of him wanted to bolt out of the door, but a bigger part, the part that was Jin’s friend, urged him to stay.
What did he say? If he was confused before, he was even more confused now. Where was the sparkle in Kame’s eyes that was always there when they were together? Jin cast a worried glance at the younger boy. But his worry soon turned into something else as he examined Kame’s face. Jin studied Kame’s long, delicate eyelashes that were almost touching his cheek bones. Jin’s gaze lowered to Kame’s lips, slightly parted. Jin wanted to run his fingers down Kame’s cheek, to see if it felt as smooth as it looked, but he knew he should not. Not knowing what to do, Jin too leaned back into the sofa and closed his eyes.
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