[fic] hidden statement
He walks leaving the messy bedroom; straight heading to the kitchen to feed his already growling stomach. Nothing much in the fridge that can immediately make him full so he turn to the counter to find a loaf of bread and with his master chef culinary skills, he’s able put it on the toaster maker within 30 seconds.
Kame scratches his un-itchy head. His hands than trailing at the back of his neck before going up to tie his almost long hair into a ball.
Ting! The toast is ready. Just in time! With butter and a bit of sugar spread onto the toast he munches every bit of ‘em with pleasure. Nothing special, but at least he gets to eat something in a morning like ‘this’.
The meaning of ‘this’ to Kame means a late brunch in a freaking cold day and with pack events in his schedule. *sigh* he shifts his gaze on the clock wall. Shit... 11.30! Maru’ll kill me. And he runs to get a super short hot shower before running like mad leaving his apartment with unzipped bag pack plus unzipped jeans. Oh great!! A free eggplant show! *Jin's images suddenly appear* yikes! Zzziiippp~ done.
On the road, at a freaking buzy lunch break hour. Kame just feels like riding a snail. He’s a skillful driver despite of his age. Who doesn’t know that he can speed up until 200km/h when he needs it but the damn traffic jam made his car move in like 20 km/h. thanks to the problem he started his day with massive cursing words he never expected to stick on his tongue at other times this year. Thinking that he’d sure will be late for work, he takes his cell on the small pocket of his backpack and dials Maru’s number.
Hello
.......
Traffic jam
........
He hissed. Okay, okay, stop babbling already!
..........
Got. It! and he cuts off the line to find himself stress out even more. shoot...move on already !!
Kame arrives at the studio an hour later. My butt hurts~. He complains even more about how his butt hurts from sitting too long in the traffic jam he just had to Maru. Bla...blaa...blaa. Owh poor Maru having to lend his ears.
Maru seems a bit tense seeing Kame ranting all the way from the parking lot until he sits on the make up chair. Did he get a period or something? Maru waves his hands in front of Kame. Kame, Kame...okay I get it! Your butt hurts...and i will find someone to massage 'em later...but anyways~ we have to start our show in half an hour. Please don’t make me and Koyama gets send to the mental hospital just because you ruin our show. To think about what he said again, he prays hard not to be warded especially in a psychiatric ward.
Duhhh!!! As if I’m a devil!! Kame rolls his eyes as the make up artist trying to put on some blusher on his already flush cheeks; just to get a furrow brows with ‘stop moving Kamenashi’ scary tone of her.
Maru pats his friend on the shoulder before he squeezes him from the side into a friendly hug. I know you won’t, my devilish sweet pumpkin pie~. Be ready. and Maru happily skips to the set.
The show starts with Maru and Koyama already heating up the stage. Kame watches his friends from the monitor. Beep~ he turns to where the sound came and pick up his beeping cell from the make up table.
7 unread messages! Owh yeah, he just throws his phone in his backpack earlier without checking it since last night, no wonder they’re unread messages and missed calls. 4 missed called from ‘that’ dumbo. He flips close his cell and decide to focus back on the monitor. Beep~ one more message came in. what did he want from me?
10:46p.m. Msg1: hey~ r u home? Can I stop by?
11:06p.m. Msg2: hello...r u there Kazu?
11:23p.m. Msg3: I’ll bring beers okay? C u in 15.
11:50p.m. Msg4: I’m HURT! I’m all d way from Nikko 2 c u yet u didn’t reply me L
10:05a.m. Msg5: morning sunshine~ awake yet?
13:46p.m. Msg6: y did u ignore me Kazu? Pick up d phone plz~
15.12p.m. Msg7: FINE!! Ignore me! D:
15:19p.m. Msg 8: Jin here...if u didn’t notice.
Kame scrolls to the entire message that filling his inbox. Trashy~ with his skillful fingers he types a reply. Send.
I noticed. Stop making my inbox full wit ur crap coz I don’t kno u anymore. We’re over. Get it?
A few seconds later he gets a reply.
I know u’re not serious. I’ll just wait. Call me when u’re ready to talk.
-Love Jin.
He chuckle. He can’t believe how determine Jin can be sometimes. Unbelievable.
Listen to my song. Think over bout it n then we’ll talk.
Kame read what he typed again before pushing the sending button. Did he understand what’s hidden under my statement and my song?
And yes, he thinks he understands because Jin’s next message excites him to see Jin commenting on his performance.
Plastic tears check! Meet u at the make up room babe.
He kissed his phone out of his giddy mind. ILY jinny~
Just then. Kame you’re up. Get ready in five, he nods an okay and disappear behind the curtain that’s heading to the stage.
-End-
Kame scratches his un-itchy head. His hands than trailing at the back of his neck before going up to tie his almost long hair into a ball.
Ting! The toast is ready. Just in time! With butter and a bit of sugar spread onto the toast he munches every bit of ‘em with pleasure. Nothing special, but at least he gets to eat something in a morning like ‘this’.
The meaning of ‘this’ to Kame means a late brunch in a freaking cold day and with pack events in his schedule. *sigh* he shifts his gaze on the clock wall. Shit... 11.30! Maru’ll kill me. And he runs to get a super short hot shower before running like mad leaving his apartment with unzipped bag pack plus unzipped jeans. Oh great!! A free eggplant show! *Jin's images suddenly appear* yikes! Zzziiippp~ done.
On the road, at a freaking buzy lunch break hour. Kame just feels like riding a snail. He’s a skillful driver despite of his age. Who doesn’t know that he can speed up until 200km/h when he needs it but the damn traffic jam made his car move in like 20 km/h. thanks to the problem he started his day with massive cursing words he never expected to stick on his tongue at other times this year. Thinking that he’d sure will be late for work, he takes his cell on the small pocket of his backpack and dials Maru’s number.
Hello
.......
Traffic jam
........
He hissed. Okay, okay, stop babbling already!
..........
Got. It! and he cuts off the line to find himself stress out even more. shoot...move on already !!
Kame arrives at the studio an hour later. My butt hurts~. He complains even more about how his butt hurts from sitting too long in the traffic jam he just had to Maru. Bla...blaa...blaa. Owh poor Maru having to lend his ears.
Maru seems a bit tense seeing Kame ranting all the way from the parking lot until he sits on the make up chair. Did he get a period or something? Maru waves his hands in front of Kame. Kame, Kame...okay I get it! Your butt hurts...and i will find someone to massage 'em later...but anyways~ we have to start our show in half an hour. Please don’t make me and Koyama gets send to the mental hospital just because you ruin our show. To think about what he said again, he prays hard not to be warded especially in a psychiatric ward.
Duhhh!!! As if I’m a devil!! Kame rolls his eyes as the make up artist trying to put on some blusher on his already flush cheeks; just to get a furrow brows with ‘stop moving Kamenashi’ scary tone of her.
Maru pats his friend on the shoulder before he squeezes him from the side into a friendly hug. I know you won’t, my devilish sweet pumpkin pie~. Be ready. and Maru happily skips to the set.
The show starts with Maru and Koyama already heating up the stage. Kame watches his friends from the monitor. Beep~ he turns to where the sound came and pick up his beeping cell from the make up table.
7 unread messages! Owh yeah, he just throws his phone in his backpack earlier without checking it since last night, no wonder they’re unread messages and missed calls. 4 missed called from ‘that’ dumbo. He flips close his cell and decide to focus back on the monitor. Beep~ one more message came in. what did he want from me?
10:46p.m. Msg1: hey~ r u home? Can I stop by?
11:06p.m. Msg2: hello...r u there Kazu?
11:23p.m. Msg3: I’ll bring beers okay? C u in 15.
11:50p.m. Msg4: I’m HURT! I’m all d way from Nikko 2 c u yet u didn’t reply me L
10:05a.m. Msg5: morning sunshine~ awake yet?
13:46p.m. Msg6: y did u ignore me Kazu? Pick up d phone plz~
15.12p.m. Msg7: FINE!! Ignore me! D:
15:19p.m. Msg 8: Jin here...if u didn’t notice.
Kame scrolls to the entire message that filling his inbox. Trashy~ with his skillful fingers he types a reply. Send.
I noticed. Stop making my inbox full wit ur crap coz I don’t kno u anymore. We’re over. Get it?
A few seconds later he gets a reply.
I know u’re not serious. I’ll just wait. Call me when u’re ready to talk.
-Love Jin.
He chuckle. He can’t believe how determine Jin can be sometimes. Unbelievable.
Listen to my song. Think over bout it n then we’ll talk.
Kame read what he typed again before pushing the sending button. Did he understand what’s hidden under my statement and my song?
And yes, he thinks he understands because Jin’s next message excites him to see Jin commenting on his performance.
Plastic tears check! Meet u at the make up room babe.
He kissed his phone out of his giddy mind. ILY jinny~
Just then. Kame you’re up. Get ready in five, he nods an okay and disappear behind the curtain that’s heading to the stage.
-End-