Breathe easy underwater
Title: Breathe easy underwaterPairing: Akame HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK where did this come from?
Genre: Friendship, I guess. ♥
Summary: Jin calls Kame three in the morning. Post-KT5
Notes: This is what happens, apparently, when I bake cookies. Also, I'm supposed to be asleep so any grammar slips and typos are entirely my subconscious' fault. BRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. HAPPY HOLIDAYS, DARLINGS. ♥
It is quarter past three in the morning when Jin wakes up. He spends three good minutes staring at the ceiling blankly. Rubbing his five o’clock shadow with the back of his hand, he eventually stands up, lazily at that, his other hand blindly looking for his shirt in the mess of his bed. With an unrestrained yawn, he slips into a wrinkled wife beater that was previously squished between the wall and his bed.
Barefoot, he saunters to his desk, opens his laptop and rummages through the clutter, breaking in a sigh of relief when he finally sees the black outline of his phone at the edge of the table.
He plays Dashboard Confessional in his itunes because it’s three in the morning and he thinks he’s out of coffee and who cares. He sneezes and wipes his snot on his boxers.
“Hey. You busy?” He asks when the other picks up. He’s haunch under his desk, looking for a blank paper on the towers of paperbacks and file folders, and possibly a few other biodegradable materials.
“No. Not really.” Kame says, “I’m on the train actually - Hey! Have you heard - ”
“Wait,” He cuts the other, frowning. “Train? No shuttle? Are they mental? Who - what do they think you are - ”
“Old enough, apparently.” Kame laughs. “I’ve got the afternoon free.” He hums and Jin sighs at that, giving up. He settles back on his chair, twirling a pen on his right hand.
“So anyway, you heard about Yasuda-san?”
“The Kanjani one or the dance instructor?” Jin asks as he writes on the sheet of paper, his foot taping the leg of the desk.
“The dance instructor. Shotgun wedding with Miki’s sister.” Kame says carefully.
Jin cringes, “Isn’t she - ”
“The ex. I know.” He chirps brightly. Jin can hear the roll of the train over the line and the quiet murmurings of the Tokyo commuters in the background.
“Poor guy.” Jin nods.
“Poor guy.” Kame repeats. There’s a pause and then, “What are you up to? Isn’t it - morning there?”
“Hmmm?” Jin says, distractedly as he continues writing on the paper.
"Yeah?" Kame says.
Jin blinks, then his face contorts in a silly-twisted smile, “I’m writing a love song.” He says and he hears Kame laugh.
Click to viewI think Jin has good reason to write a love song. :) ♥