fic; hey there, gorgeous--oh wait, it's just jin
Title: Hey There, Gorgeous--Oh Wait, it’s Just Jin
Pairing: Kame/Jin, with some KAT-TUN, Ryo, Pi, Shirota and Josh
Rating: NC-17, genderswitch!
Summary: Jin turns into a girl. Kame has to deal. Everyone else is unhelpful.
Author's Notes: 17516 words. For goldfreckled through je_fqfest 2011!! I had a crazy fun time writing this fic and I hope everyone enjoys it! :3 And endless, endless amounts of love and thanks goes to the brilliant reiicharu who is responsible for the title, summary, random lines of the ending, plus the bonus, and the beta. ♥ I seriously wouldn't have finished this without you. THANK YOU! ♥
Anyway, I hope you like this! :3 ♥
“Don’t be such a girl, Kame,” Jin says, for possibly the twentieth time that night. He’s well past drunk, going for inebriated lush, but he doesn’t really care. He’s back in Japan for the first time since what feels like forever, and has a couple of days of rest (read: partying) before filming for 47 Ronin continues.
For some reason, Jin had felt compelled to call up his old bandmates that night. It’d been a while since he’d seen them, talked to them, even, and maybe all the drinking lately has made him nostalgic. He wasn’t surprised to find Nakamaru and Koki accepting his invitation, or even Taguchi. Ueda was a little bit of a shock because this isn’t really his scene, but he’d come nevertheless, and he had brought Kame along. Kame, who had never replied to Jin’s one liner mass-text of PARTY AT LEX. 11 PM. B THERE OR B SUQARE. CHYEAAH! In hindsight, he probably shouldn’t have sent it while drunk.
But either way, here they were, a reunited drunken mess. Or more like Jin was the drunken mess. The others were in varying stages of sobriety and intoxication, but no one was more sober than Kame.
“Don’t be such a girl, Kame,” Jin repeats and he’s pouring a glass of vodka, tequila, something, and slides it across the table toward Kame. “Stop making that face, drink something.”
Kame makes his patented long-suffering sigh. He eyeballs Jin like he’s never seen anything more repulsive. It’s kind of rude, Jin thinks. He might be drunk but he’s a fucking good-looking drunk. The hoodie and washed-out jeans are in and are totally classier than Kame’s designer jeans and posh sweater.
“Why’re you even here if you’re just going to sit there?” Jin questions. He narrows his eyes at Kame,The Destroyer of All of Jin’s Happiness. He’s always been like that (except not really, because there was once a time when Kame was The Reason for All of Jin’s Happiness, but those days are long since gone, and now he is simply The Destroyer of All of Jin’s Happiness).
“Ask Ueda. He’s the one who dragged me here,” Kame replies, but he does take the drink Jin poured him and sips at it slowly.
Ueda rolls his eyes from beside Kame. “Please,” he says. “You wanted to come. You were just too cowardly to do it.”
Kame shoots Ueda a furious glare. Jin sits back and smirks. “Seriously, Kame,” Jin says, “you don’t have to be such a girl about this. I invited you because I wanted you here.”
Kame turns his furious glare onto Jin. For a second Jin cringes, thinking Kame might throw his drink in Jin’s face (and thus prove Jin’s insistence that Kame acts like a girl). He doesn’t though, just tightens his grip around the glass and grits out, “Fucking stop calling me a girl, Akanishi. You’re the one with the girly face.”
Jin sulks. It’s totally not his fault he got his mother’s (admittedly really good) looks.
Kame seems smug at shutting Jin up, leaning back against his seat and taking another drink. On his other side, Koki just says, “You guys both look like girls. It’s why you’re in Johnny’s to begin with.”
“What’s your excuse then?” Nakamaru questions and Taguchi laughs while Ueda says, “What about you, Nakamaru?”
As they all start to bicker, Jin grins, slouching in his seat as he takes in his former bandmates, his friends, even if that might be something he’ll never confirm aloud. They know it, anyway. After all, they wouldn’t be here if they didn’t think the same.
Jin sips at his drink, something that tastes fruity but burns down his throat, and stares across at Kame. In the dim lighting, the way he laughs with the others, eyes bright, hair in his face, he really does look like a girl. A pretty one. A really cute, pretty one.
Jin blinks rapidly and Kame is Kame again. He groans. He’s definitely had too much to drink, he thinks while he pours himself another.
He turns to talk to Nakamaru because Nakamaru definitely doesn’t look like a girl, in any lighting, and it’s infinitely safer than looking at Kame.
~
“This is not how I pictured the night to go,” Kame is saying into Jin’s skin as he hauls Jin out of the taxi cab and into his apartment.
Jin just laughs into his shoulder. Kame groans and says, “If you puke on me, I’ll kill you, Akanishi.”
Jin waves his hand at him and slurs, “Don’t worry, I’m not that drunk.”
“Right,” Kame says and Jin knows he’s rolling his eyes without having to look at his face. “That’s why I’m carting your fat ass back to my place.”
“I told you guys I was fine. I could’ve gotten home myself,” Jin says petulantly. He totally could’ve. It might’ve taken him awhile, but he would’ve gotten there. It’d be much less embarrassing than having fucking Kame take him back to his apartment because it’s closer. “And I’m not fat,” he adds as an afterthought.
Kame doesn’t say anything, but his silence tells Jin he doesn’t believe a word that’s coming out of his mouth. Jin pouts into Kame’s shoulder, lips swiping against the skin of his neck, and suddenly he’s falling as Kame jerks away in surprise. Luckily Jin is just sober enough to catch himself before his face hits the pavement, and he groans loudly while Kame stares at him, eyes wide.
“What the fuck, Kamenashi?” Jin demands, hauling himself back up to his feet. He only sways a little bit. When Kame doesn’t say anything, Jin waves a hand in front of his face.
Kame snaps out of whatever trance he’s in and without sparing Jin a glance, he just says tiredly, “If you can stand, then you can walk. Come on.”
It’s a little difficult but Jin only walks into the door once and he grins triumphantly that he makes it into the elevator without any more harm. Kame has on an unimpressed expression, but the brightness in his eyes gives him away.
Jin nearly falls asleep leaning against the elevator wall and Kame has to drag him out when they finally reach his floor. Jin belatedly realizes he hasn’t been here in years. He can’t even recall when the last time he had visited Kame was, even though back then he used to come by all the time. It’s different from what Jin remembers. Still impeccably clean, as it would be, but now furnished with an air of sophistication, adultness.
Jin suddenly feels very out of place as he nearly trips over his own feet in the genkan and follows Kame inside. But Jin is way past his limit to care much about Kame’s apartment. Right now all he wants is to sleep.
He remembers where the bedroom is, pushing open the door and heading for the bed. He flops face-first onto the mattress and sighs into the pillow. It smells like the shampoo Kame always uses: citrusy and girly, and it’s terribly comforting.
“Who the fuck said you could sleep here?” Kame’s voice cuts through Jin’s peace.
“I did,” Jin retorts sleepily.
“Get out,” Kame says, his voice thin. “You can sleep on the fucking couch.”
“But I’m comfy,” Jin whines. “And drunk. I probably can’t even make it to the couch anymore.”
“You made it to my bed just fine,” Kame points out.
Jin opens his eyes. Kame is standing at the side of the bed, arms across his chest, and staring at Jin disapprovingly. “Come on, Kame,” Jin coaxes. “Don’t be such a girl about it. It’s not like we haven’t ever slept in the same bed before.” They used to do it all the time; sneaking into each other’s rooms while on tour with sempai, or at their own homes after a long day of goofing off together. Kame used to get cold really easily, and Jin would tell him it was because he was so thin and tiny, would hold him close and share his heat and they would fall asleep like that.
Jin eyes Kame. That hasn’t happened for a long time. And Kame isn’t that tiny kid anymore, anyway.
Kame seems to be weighing his options until he finally gives in with a long sigh. He pushes at Jin and says, “This is my side,” before collapsing beside him.
Jin grins into his pillow and three seconds later Kame punches him in the gut. “Ow, what the fuck?” Jin screeches, writhing on the bed and almost falling off the other end. He glares at Kame, but it’s clearly ineffective as Kame just glowers back.
“I told you to fucking stop calling me a girl,” Kame hisses. He huffs, pulling the blanket up over himself and turning his back to Jin. “I don’t think a girl can punch like that.”
“Maybe you’re just a butch girl,” Jin retorts. He’s pretty sure Kame just broke like ten ribs, punctured his spleen or something, because damn, that hurt.
“Do you want me to hit you again?” Kame questions, but now he sounds a little amused. Clearly Jin’s pain is Kame’s pleasure. The fucking sadist.
“No,” Jin whines and tugs on Kame’s blanket. He turns his back to Kame as well and closes his eyes. Three seconds later he whines again, “I hurt.”
When Kame replies a few moments later, Jin can hear the satisfied grin in his voice. “Suck it up. I think you’re really the girl here, Akanishi.”
And that’s the last thing Jin remembers before he falls asleep.
~
When Jin wakes up, the first thing he sees is Kame’s face.
He screams.
It seems like the natural thing to do, really, because on no normal day does Jin wake up next to fucking Kamenashi. Fucking Kamenashi who’s throwing a pillow at Jin’s head and shouting, “SHUT UP,” and Jin, for once, listens to him and does. But only because his head feels like it’s being stomped on by a hundred elephants.
He groans, cradling his head in his hands as he sits up. And that’s when he notices it, his hair, much, much longer than normal, falling down past his shoulders in black curls. Jin’s eyes widen as his fingers slip through the strands and then he screams again.
“Akanishi, are you asking me to kill you?” Kame yells but Jin doesn’t care about how angry he is, he pulls at Kame’s shoulders until Kame is facing him and exclaims, “What is this?!” as he holds up his hair in Kame’s face.
Kame falls silent. He stares at Jin’s wild expression for three seconds and then drops his gaze down to Jin’s body. Jin blinks, then follows. And even under his hoodie and t-shirt, it’s obvious that there’s something there that definitely has no right being there at all.
“OH MY GOD, I HAVE BOOBS,” Jin shrieks. Then he pauses and says, “Wait, I have boobs,” and proceeds to feel himself up.
~
Kame still hasn’t stopped laughing. After Jin had discovered that he had, in fact, mysteriously transformed into a girl overnight, and had finished feeling himself up (it hadn’t really done anything for him, either, which is a fucking shame if you ask him), he’d promptly freaked out. Beside him, Kame had laughed and laughed and laughed and only managed to wheeze out, “Now this is what you call divine justice,” and then laughed some more.
Now Jin is sulking under Kame’s blankets because he refuses to come out as a fucking girl, ignoring Kame’s quips that he’s really only acting like a girl by doing this at all. Hiding makes him feel better, so who cares if he’s acting like a girl. He is a girl! So it’s totally fucking justified that he acts like one.
He thinks he might just hide here for the rest of the day. Maybe even until he turns back into a boy.
And then the blankets are pulled straight off of him and Jin shivers violently before snapping, “Hey!”
Kame steps backward when Jin lunges for the blankets and he ends up falling almost face-first off the bed. He manages to catch himself and hauls back up, sitting at the end of the mattress with a pout.
“Don’t give me that look,” Kame says. “You brought this on yourself.”
“HOW?” Jin screams. “I haven’t done anything to make the universe want to change my sex! I made a fucking awesome dude.”
Kame snorts. Jin throws at pillow at him. It hits him in the chest and falls to the floor, but it makes him feel slightly better that he doesn’t at least throw like a girl. Kame just looks amused.
“Get up, Akanishi,” Kame says as he folds up his blanket and Jin watches despairingly; now he has nothing to hide under. “We have to do something about this.”
Jin groans and hides beneath another pillow.
~
Ten minutes later, after Kame starts calling him Jinko, Jin locks himself in Kame’s bathroom and calls Pi.
~
Pi is more shocked to learn that Jin’s at Kame’s apartment than the fact that he’s turned into a girl.
“Focus, Pi,” Jin says, purposely trying to lower his voice because his girl-voice scares him a little.
“Why do you sound so weird?” Pi questions.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jin says in a pretty awesome impersonation of his male self.
Pi probably just thinks Jin’s crazy because all he says is, “So you’re really a chick? With boobs and everything?”
“Yes,” Jin says miserably.
“Really?” His voice drips with skepticism.
“Would I lie about this?!” Jin exclaims, forgetting his male-voice and letting out a very feminine shriek. “See?! I scream like a girl.”
“You’ve always screamed like a girl, Jin,” Pi tells him unhelpfully.
“Pi,” Jin whines, not even caring how much more of a girl he sounds by doing so.
“What’s Kame doing?”
“He keeps calling me Jinko,” he cries.
Pi catches himself halfway through a laugh, turns it into a very fake cough, then says in a serious voice that isn’t serious at all, “I’ll be there in ten.”
~
Thirty minutes later (Pi has never been a punctual person) there’s banging on the bathroom door because Jin still refused to come out, even after Kame promised not to call him Jinko again. Jin didn’t believe him and sure enough five minutes later, clearly growing fed up with Jin hogging his bathroom, Kame had called out his new female-name as if to drive Jin into enough of a rage he’d come out on his own.
He almost would have but then Pi’s there, saving the day, and Jin reluctantly unlocks the door and opens it wide.
Pi’s eyes widen almost comically as he takes in Jin’s appearance. He’s lost a couple of inches, he actually has to look up at Pi’s eyes, and his hair is obviously longer, but Jin hasn’t looked in the mirror yet to know what the rest of him looks like. He avoided it while in the bathroom by sitting on the floor the whole time and now with Pi’s gaze on him he’s wondering about his appearance, but mostly because Pi has That Look, the one he gives the girls he’s after at clubs.
“Fuck me,” Pi says, and Jin thinks he hadn’t believed about Jin’s transformation until just now.
“You think I’m hot, don’t you?” Jin demands gleefully.
“I am so fucked up right now,” Pi admits and that’s pretty good enough confirmation for Jin.
“And I’m seriously questioning your taste, Pi,” Kame says from behind Pi where he’s sitting on his bed, watching them with amusement. “He’s basically just a female version of Akanishi, the hobo. And it’s worse since his clothes don’t fit him anymore.”
“MY CLOTHES ARE AWESOME,” Jin shouts.
“You dress like somewhere between a poor college student and a street thug,” Kame retorts.
Sensing danger, Pi steps in and thrusts a paper bag into Jin’s chest. “Girl clothes. I stopped by my home and stole them from Rina,” he explains. Then he flushes and Jin stares at him in surprise because Pi rarely gets embarrassed about anything and definitely not in front of him. “Though you’ll, um, have to go shopping for, you know, the other necessary stuff.”
Jin blinks at him for a few moments and then he blushes too. Damn these female hormones. He nods quickly, takes the bag, and disappears back into the bathroom.
He avoids the mirror as he rifles through the bag (mostly because he wants to see himself in girl clothes altogether and partly because he doesn’t want to find out that Kame’s right and he really does look like a female hobo) and picks out a pair of jeans and a pretty flowery top, one that he probably wouldn’t find attractive at all as a male, but his new femininity clearly finds it appealing.
Rina’s clothes fit for the most part, which is a good thing because Jin’s not sure how else he’d go out to buy anything for himself, and once he’s finished dressing he turns and looks into the mirror. His hair falls past his shoulders in soft curls, and he’s definitely shrunk a little bit but it’s not too noticeable. He has flattering curves and Jin’s seen plenty of boobs in his life to know he’s pretty generously endowed if he says so himself.
He grins at his reflection. His face is mostly the same but he’s always had girlish looks. It’s almost like seeing himself cross-dressing for Yukan Club or those stupid KAT-TUN skits they did back when they were juniors.
Except this time it’s real. But Jin thinks he could get used to it, because damn, he really is hot.
“I’d totally do me,” he says aloud to his reflection, and doesn’t realize he’s been heard until Kame says from the other side of the door, “Stop talking to yourself and get back out here, Jinko.”
~
Pi won’t stop staring at him which is kind of creepy and also really fucking awesome because Jin totally loves attention as either gender and it makes it all better being a girl knowing he’s hot enough for Pi to be interested. Kame’s also staring at him but he keeps snickering every couple of minutes like Jin’s a big running joke.
“So, what’re you going to do?” Pi says finally, after they’ve sat in silence for almost twenty minutes.
“I don’t know!” Jin exclaims instantly. “What the fuck can I do?” He gasps. “I’m supposed to start filming again in a few days. I’m supposed to be planning my American fucking debut. I can’t record like this. I can’t do anything like this!” His eyes widen when he feels this inexplicable urge to cry, his worries about his work building up inside him.
Pi notices and tosses Kame a bewildered look. Even Kame has stopped laughing to at least grace Jin with a sympathetic expression.
“First,” Kame says in a soothing voice, “can you get out of my apartment?”
Pi rolls his eyes and Jin shoots Kame a dangerous glare that is more or less useless when his lower lip quivers. “My life is falling apart and you’re just going to kick me out of your apartment?” Jin says hysterically.
“Oh, quit being so dramatic,” Kame says. “Just call management and explain.”
“Explain that I’ve turned into a girl?!” Jin says. “You realize they’ll probably send men in white coats to take me away, right?”
“In this company, it was bound to happen sometime,” Kame says unhelpfully. “I was thinking it’d be Tegoshi first.”
Pi snorts and even Jin has to admit Kame has a point. A really small one, but a point nevertheless. “Fine, asshole,” he says, getting to his feet. “I’ll leave. You’re no help at all. This is all your fault.”
“My fault?” Kame repeats and he has that crazed look in his eye that Jin remembers he’d always get when things didn’t go the right way or when someone (Jin) would say the wrong thing. “Like I said before, you brought it on yourself.”
“This is so not fair,” Jin complains. “You’re totally the girl here. Why did I turn into one?”
“No use trying to figure it out,” Pi says. “You are one.” He pats Jin’s shoulder and Jin jumps a little, Pi’s hand warm through the layer of fabric. “Come on, I’ll take you back to your apartment.”
~
It’s only been three hours and Jin’s already tired of being a girl. Pi had to go to work so he’d dropped Jin off at home and took off, ignoring Jin’s request of skipping and staying with him because what the fuck was he supposed to do now? Pi just said he’d come by later and gave Jin another Look before he left.
Jin sulks on his couch. He’s called his manager and the jimusho itself to let them know about his…transformation. Surprisingly (or maybe not surprising at all, thinking back on what Kame had said), they took it well. His manager said to leave everything regarding the film and the debut up to him, and Johnny laughed at him, said, “YOU stay at home,” laughed some more, and hung up.
Jin always hated that stupid old man.
my life is ruined D:, he writes in English on Twitter, pushing the buttons on his phone a little harder than necessary.
Three seconds later he has hundreds of at-replies in various languages from fans asking him what’s wrong, what happened, that they love him no matter what, and at least that is slightly comforting. Then Josh replies with: lol y u so dramatic? wat’s up, bro?
Jin types back: u wouldn’t understand
This time Zen answers first: aww poor diddums. what happened?
Jin still thinks diddums is a fucking stupid word. He also thinks his friends are idiots.
i am doooooomed, Jin adds to his Twitter, not bothering to reply to his friends. Whining on Twitter makes him feel slightly better, even though he’s sure that his manager will probably make him delete his tweets when he finally sees them.
Shirota replies almost instantly with, daijoubu canijo??? Three seconds later Josh says, wtf man u srsly ok? u at home? i can come over??
Red flags go off in Jin’s head and he quickly types back to Josh, lol just kidding my yegga. evrythg's cool. ill call u later and then quickly signs off Twitter before he gets the urge to whine some more.
He just hopes Josh (and his other friends) don’t find his behavior strange and come over unannounced (like they’re prone to do) because then Jin really will be doomed.
~
“I heard from Pi,” Ryo calls him an hour later after Jin’s gone nearly stir-crazy sitting at home. Usually he likes his days off, but he also spends his free time talking to his friends on the phone or through Skype. He can’t do that now with his voice altered. Trolling the net was only entertaining for awhile and now Jin’s bored out of his mind.
“Aren’t you filming?” Jin questions because the last thing he needs right now is Ryo’s sarcasm..
“Break,” Ryo says. “Pi says you’re hot. I said I didn’t believe him. You weren’t hot as a dude so how could you be as a chick? Though you did always look like one, so I guess it’s possible.”
Jin groans, putting his forehead down against his knees. “You’re an ass,” Jin says.
“You even sound like a girl,” Ryo informs him.
“I know, idiot,” Jin says. “Was there a point to your call?”
“Not really,” Ryo says. “Just don’t go anywhere. I’m coming over after work. With my camera.”
“Fuck you,” Jin snaps and hangs up.
~
Somehow, within the couple of hours Jin’s been at home, word about him being a girl has spread throughout most of the company and even some of his friends that Jin gets messages from people he hasn’t even talked to in years questioning his gender status.
Shirota calls him and laughs and laughs, much like Kame had earlier that morning, and Jin hangs up on him after a couple of seconds.
Jin severely regrets having called Pi.
But when the rest of KAT-TUN end up on his doorstep around noon, Jin knows that Pi’s not the only culprit.
“I’m going to kill Kamenashi,” he mutters while his ex-bandmates stare at him with mixed expressions of amusement and disbelief.
He lets them in and is immediately pacified to see that Nakamaru had brought lunch along. He always was the cool one.
“So,” Koki says, “how’d this happen?”
“How the hell should I know?” Jin replies around a mouthful of rice. “I just woke up like this.”
“You’re being surprisingly calm about it,” Ueda remarks.
Jin shrugs. “It’s been a few hours, I’ve gotten used to it,” he replies feeling like they don’t need to know how he locked himself in the bathroom at Kame’s apartment. “There’s nothing I can really do, anyway.”
“Who’s clothes are those?” Koki questions.
“Rina’s,” Jin answers, then adds, “Pi’s sister. She’ll probably kill me when she finds out he stole them from her.”
“Then don’t let her find out,” Nakamaru points out.
“Don’t you guys have work, or something?” Jin questions, pausing in eating to look at them. They’re seated around the floor in Jin’s living room with the food spread out on the coffee table. They all seem pretty content eating and while Jin doesn’t exactly mind having them here (much, much better than being alone), it’s a little weird.
“We finished up some interviews,” Taguchi explains. “We have a meeting with our manager in a two hours.”
“So when Kame told us you turned into a girl, we thought now would be a perfect time to come see for ourselves,” Ueda replies, smirking.
“Where is Kame?” Jin asks, not that he really cares. Really.
“He said he’d seen enough of your girly face this morning,” Koki replies with a laugh and Jin narrows his eyes.
“Bastard,” Jin grumbles. “This is all his fault.”
The others look amused. “How so?” ventures Nakamaru.
Jin shrugs, pokes at his food. “I don’t know,” he says. “It just makes me feel better to blame him.”
They laugh and even Jin lets out a smile, and then Koki says, “I thought this was going to be weird, but I guess other than how you look, you’re still the same.”
“Good,” Jin says happily. “I don’t want to have girly feelings on top of everything else.”
“We were also wondering if you were hot or not since all Kame told us was that you looked like a female version of yourself,” Nakamaru says.
Jin grins, bats his eyelashes. “So? Am I hot? Pi thought I was hot,” he says eagerly.
“Seen better,” Ueda replies easily, not even looking at him and when the others nod in agreement, Jin’s reaction is so instinctive that it surprises him. He cries out in anger and humiliation and stomps off to his room, slamming the door shut so hard after him it seems to shake the frame.
Five minutes later there’s a knock on the door. When he doesn’t answer, Koki says, “Akanishi you don’t need to be such a girl about it--Oh, wait.”
“FUCK YOU,” Jin screams and throws a pillow at the door from his bed. It flops to the ground a foot away from the bed and he hears Koki cackling on the other side before Nakamaru’s hushing and then, “We’re going, Jin. Call us if you need anything, okay?”
Jin just grumbles and doesn’t answer but Nakamaru doesn’t seem to be looking for one; he knows Jin well enough. Jin hears them leave, the front door opening and clicking shut, and then silence engulfs his apartment.
Jin glares at the wall in front of him for twenty minutes. Then he finally leaves his room and finds that they’d cleaned up and put the leftover food in his fridge. Jin’s heart flutters a little, seeing it there, and thinks that maybe he’s missed those guys after all.
“Oh, fuck,” he hisses three seconds after this revelation. “I really am a girl.”
And to feel better about this situation, he takes the food and hides in his room.
~
Jin wakes the next morning to Pi sleeping beside him. This is a pretty normal occurance that he doesn’t freak out, just snuggles closer to Pi’s perpetual warmth, intending to go back to sleep when he realizes that, wait, he doesn’t even remember why Pi is in bed with him.
And when he starts to sit up and his mind spins so quickly he thinks he might hurl, he remembers vaguely that, oh right, yesterday he turned into a fucking girl.
A quick look down confirms he still is one and Jin curses the heavens and every higher entity he can think of. Quietly, in his head, because he’s sure if he tried to speak it’d sound like a gunshot.
He clutches his head and groans and then turns and kicks Pi hard in the leg.
Pi grumbles but otherwise doesn’t stir so Jin just kicks harder until Pi snaps, “What?”
“Dude, get up,” Jin says, and it still sounds weird hearing his female voice, especially since he still talks like a guy.
Pi just peeks open his eyes and stares at Jin expectantly. Jin stares back and then asks bluntly, the first and most detrimental question hanging in his mind, “We didn’t fuck did we?”
Pi closes his eyes. “No,” he says and he sounds vaguely disappointed. Jin’s not sure if he is too, or not, because staring at Pi trying to sleep in his bed right now is actually kind of...cute. And maybe Pi looks kind of...hot with his hair all in his face and--
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jin exclaims and jumps out of bed, ignoring how Pi turns to stare after him questioningly. Jin hides in the kitchen, makes a pot of coffee, and wills the stupid thoughts in his head to vanish. It doesn’t really work, but he tries anyway. The very last thing he needs while being a girl is to be fucking attracted to his friends. Clearly this is going to be a problem since Jin’s friends are more or less attractive to begin with (there may have been times when he’d made out with Pi, or Ryo, or someone (he doesn’t really remember) when he was really drunk) but Jin really doesn’t want to have any lingering ~feelings~ like he’s started to have since he turned into a girl.
Pi ambles out of the bedroom by the time Jin’s gone through one mug of coffee. Pi takes his mug and refills it, standing on the other side of the counter and sips at it idly.
“Don’t you have work?” Jin questions after twenty minutes of silence and passing back and forth the mug between them.
Pi glances at the clock; it’s 8:30 in the morning. “I’m already late,” he replies and Jin rolls his eyes. He doesn’t think Pi’s ever been on time to anything in his life. “I’ll just take my time. Borrowing your shower and your clothes, okay?” He laughs and adds, “Not like you’ll need them.”
Jin flips him off while he raises the mug to his lips. Pi laughs and heads down the hall and Jin quickly dispels the thought in his brain that just mused how Pi has a nice ass in those jeans.
“I want to be a boy again,” Jin whines to himself, hating his life.
~
“What’re you doing here?” Kame deadpans the second Jin walks into the KAT-TUN meeting room.
“It’s only been a day and I’m going crazy staying at home by myself,” Jin exclaims. “So I came to bother you guys.”
“Get out,” Kame replies instantly but Jin ignores him and sits down beside Nakamaru. “Akanishi, we don’t have time to deal with you.”
Jin drops his head onto Nakamaru’s shoulder and Nakamaru tenses, looks rather uncomfortable with Jin’s long hair spilling over his shoulder. “Why are you so mean to me, Kame?” Jin pouts with his red, glossy lips, finding out earlier that morning that lipgloss is actually pretty tasty.
Kame pinches the bridge of his nose before he gives Jin an assessing look. He drops his hand and questions, “Why are you dressed like a whore?”
Jin gasps, looks down at his short skirt and revealing top. The heels had been a little difficult to get used to but since he had nothing else to do that morning after Pi had left, he’d practiced in his apartment until he’d felt confident. “I am not,” Jin exclaims. “I look fucking hot.”
“You look like a whore,” Kame snaps. “Even as a girl your fashion sense is questionable.”
“At least I don’t dress like you,” Jin retorts but Kame looks amused instead of insulted. Just as Jin thinks about something else to say, the door opens and KAT-TUN’s manager steps into the room.
He pauses when he notices Jin, then sighs and says, “Akanishi-kun, nice to see you’re doing well.”
Jin’s pouts a little, having hoped to surprise the guy, but clearly he seems to have heard. Jin wonders if there’s anyone in the company that doesn’t know. “Yo,” Jin replies, raising a hand in greeting.
“Can’t you act like a girl?” Ueda questions. “It sounds ridiculous hearing you speak like you normally do.”
“No! What else will I have if I can’t even talk like a boy?” Jin exclaims. “It’s the only way to preserve myself.”
Ueda sighs, much in the same way as their manager had three seconds ago. “Forget I asked,” he mumbles and then asks their manager, “Are we starting our meeting?”
Their manager nods and then turns back to Jin. They all turn to Jin and Jin looks back defiantly. “What?!” he screams.
“We’re having a meeting,” Kame says pointedly.
“So?” Jin replies. “I can stay, can’t I?”
Their manager opens his mouth to reply but Kame snaps, “No.”
Jin pouts. “Why not?”
Kame looks like Jin’s lost his head. “This is a KAT-TUN meeting,” he replies tensely. “As you’re no longer part of it, you need to leave. Now.”
Jin ignores the instant pang in his chest at Kame’s words. There’s nothing wrong with what he said; he’s right, really, Jin has no reason to sit here and listen to their meeting. He rarely listened when he was part of the group so now should he now?
Just something about Kame’s tone really cuts Jin more than he’d like to admit. He turns to the others and Ueda seems to be mimicking Kame’s opinion, while Koki and Taguchi just shrug. Nakamaru gives Jin a slightly regretful look and then Jin sighs.
“Fine,” he says and gets to his feet. He only wobbles a little on his heels. “See you guys,” he adds half-heartedly before heading out the door.
Fucking Kamenashi, Jin thinks as he pulls out his phone and messages Pi.
~
Jin spends a very boring day at home going nearly stir-crazy with nothing to do. He calls his manager to see if things have been settled but isn’t able to get in touch with him so Jin sits around wondering worriedly as he blankly watches TV.
He messaged with Pi throughout the day and finally convinced him to go to Lex that night. It was a Friday and Pi mentioned he didn’t work until late tomorrow, and after quick messages to Ryo and Shirota, Jin found they were free too.
So that night Jin’s a bundle of excitable energy because he’s spent the entire day by himself and is now craved for some attention. He dresses up with the clothes he’d bought the night before with Pi when he’d finished work. It hadn’t been as awkward of a shopping trip as Jin had expected, but he still doesn’t want to do it again anytime soon.
“This is a bad idea,” Ryo says when Jin joins them, beaming. Ryo’s eyes linger just a second too long on Jin’s cleavage and Jin pretends not to notice.
“It’ll be fine!” Jin exclaims. “I’m dying at home, you guys. I have to do something.”
“What’re we supposed to even call you?” Shirota questions. “It’ll attract attention if we use your actual name. And you well, still look more or less the same that people won’t be suspicious.”
“We should call him Jinko,” Pi says with a smirk and laughs when Jin punches him in the arm, hard. Or at least Jin thought it was hard; Pi just looks unaffected.
“Maybe Aquaneesha,” Ryo suggests, grinning, and Jin would’ve smacked him too but he’s sitting across the table and throwing himself at him is so very not lady-like.
So he settles for replying, “Fuck you both,” as acidly as he can.
Ryo snorts. “No, thanks,” he says. “You’re clearly Pi’s type, anyway.”
Shirota laughs while Pi gives Jin a hesitant look. Jin turns to him and makes kissy faces and now Pi’s expression turns into something between traumatized and turned on.
“Ugh, stop it, Jin,” Pi says quickly and pushes Jin away with a hand in his face.
Jin laughs, falling back against the leather seat, finally feeling at ease since his stupid transformation. And that’s when he sees Kame weaving through the crowd, walking straight toward them.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Jin questions aloud, remembering Kame’s biting words earlier that day. He’s tried to just forget about it, but inside it still hurt. Damn his stupid girl-feelings.
Pi’s eyes light up and he waves at Kame. “I invited him!” he says happily and Jin gapes at his supposedly best friend while Ryo and Shirota merely watch on with amusement.
“Why?” Jin demands, grabbing Pi’s arm that’s in the air and pulling on it until Pi turns to look at him.
“I was going to have dinner with him tonight but because of last minute rescheduling, I had to cancel,” Pi explains easily, clearly not caring (or not noticing) Jin’s clear disapproval. “When you wanted to get together, I asked Shuuji-kun if he wanted to come too.”
Kame reaches their table as Pi finishes and lifts a hand, says, “Hey.”
Pi grins. “Shuuji-kun! I’m glad you came!”
As Kame sits down on Pi’s other side, Jin narrows his eyes and glares at them, annoyed by how Pi still callls Kame that stupid name, this stupid inside joke that they’ve held onto for fucking six years. But what especially (and inexplicably) pisses him off is how Kame doesn’t tell Pi to stop; with the way he’s grinning right now, Jin thinks he might really like it.
Jin sulks in his seat, his good mood suddenly diminished, once again due to Kame, the Destroyer of All of Jin’s Happiness.
“Haven’t you two worked out your problems yet?” Ryo questions as he slides a shot of vodka toward Jin.
“Things are fine,” Jin replies sourly. Ryo doesn’t look like he believes him so he adds, “It’s okay. We’re not buddies or anything anymore, but it’s not like I hate the guy.” He downs his shot and sighs.
“Then you should stop staring at him like you want to shoot him,” Ryo suggests.
“Shut up, monkey,” Jin snaps and then stands suddenly. They all turn to look up at him. Jin smirks, flips his long hair over his shoulder. It’s only been two days but Jin’s totally got this girl thing down. He supposes he has all those junior skits to thank for that. “I’m going to dance,” he announces and then stomps off before anyone stops him.
“This is a bad idea,” Ryo says again, watching him go.
“He’ll be fine,” Pi says optimistically, and then cringes when Jin almost falls flat on his face because of his heels.
“He should just stay at home,” Kame grits out, eyes locked onto where Jin is clearly attracting attention to himself. “I can’t believe you guys let him come out like this.”
“Hey, don’t put the blame on us, Kamenashi,” Ryo says. “It’s better when we’re here than if he went alone, which is what he would’ve done if we didn’t go with him.”
Kame sighs. “I suppose that’s true,” he admits, still not looking away from Jin.
Ten minutes later, Jin comes storming back, flopping down beside Pi in a huff looking quite scandalized.
“What’s up?” Shirota asks in English and Jin shudders, reaches for the glass of scotch Ryo’s handing him and downs it in one go.
“Men are pigs,” Jin exclaims when he slams his glass down onto the table. The others stare at him unblinkingly so Jin continues fiercely, “They kept staring down my shirt and grabbing my ass! What the fuck!”
“It’s because you’re still dressed like a whore,” Kame tells him bluntly. “Who told you these clothes were appropriate, ever?”
“Pi,” Jin answers instantly.
Pi gapes. “DID NOT,” he exclaims. “You wanted to buy them!”
“Well, you didn’t stop me!” Jin shouts back. “And now I can’t even dance without getting molested. I wasn’t like that when I was a dude!”
“Yes you were,” Shirota replies.
“I was not,” Jin insists. He shudders again. “Ugh, disgusting. I was just dancing by myself. Those fucking assholes were not invited.”
Ryo laughs. “You sound like such a girl right now, you realize that, right?”
“I don’t care!” Jin says. “I feel violated.”
“Oh, suck it up.” Ryo rolls his eyes and then takes a shot. “If you don’t want to dance then just stay here. I didn’t come here to just sit around.” And then he heads off toward the dance floor.
Jin pouts at the others. “Don’t leave me,” he begs Pi and Shirota.
But Pi and Shirota clearly have the same opinion as Ryo because they stay for five minutes and then head out to dance themselves. Only Kame stays behind but Jin ignores him for the most part, grumbling under his breath about how his friends have betrayed him and he really needs to look into getting some new ones and--
“Akanishi, stop muttering to yourself,” Kame snaps, shooting Jin a glare.
Jin glares back. “I can mutter to myself if I want,” he retorts childishly. “Why aren’t you out there dancing?”
“Not really interested,” Kame answers easily.
“Why are you even here?!” Jin exclaims.
“Because I was invited,” Kame retorts. “So can you stop looking at me like that?”
Jin softens his expression and mumbles, “Sorry.”
“Stop muttering,” Kame just says. “It’s so very not lady-like.” He smirks.
“Fuck you,” Jin snaps and Kame laughs. Jin sighs and glances wistfully out at the dance floor. They’re playing freaking Black Eyed Peas and he can’t even go out and dance. “I might as well just go home,” he says sadly.
Kame eyes Jin’s dejected form and then suddenly stands up, grabs Jin’s wrist and pulls him out of the booth.
“What the fuck, Kame?” Jin exclaims as Kame drags him to the dance floor.
“You want to dance,” Kame says. “So I’ll fucking dance with you and you won’t get molested by creepers.”
Jin stares at him like Kame has suddenly started speaking fluent English. Kame notices and he rolls his eyes.
“It’s the only way to shut you the fuck up,” he adds.
“I don’t want to dance with you,” Jin blurts out, which is totally not what he meant to say, but he’s not sure what else he was going to say, either.
Kame drops Jin’s hand instantly and Jin ignores how he can still feel the heat from Kame’s fingers around his wrist. “Fine,” Kame replies and Jin wonders if he’s imagining the bitterness in his tone. “Go home then.”
Jin stares at him, his mind reeling, and then finally just gives in. He brushes past Kame and throws back, “Are you coming?!”
Kame follows, now looking slightly amused, and when Jin turns to face him again, he hesitates in getting close. He narrows his eyes at Kame and questions, “How do I know you’re not going to molest me too?”
Kame laughs, and under the strobe lights he looks really pretty; Jin shakes that thought away immediately. “You’re the last person I’d ever want to molest,” Kame returns and then pulls Jin close with hands on his waist.
Jin’s eyes widen and his heart suddenly begins to beat twice as fast. He hides his surprise quickly and as Kame starts to dance, Jin feels his movements and dances with him.
It’s somehow different than how Jin normally dances with girls, probably because this time he’s the girl. Kame is leading for the most part, and doesn’t seem concerned at all by the bizarreness of this situation. It’s all Jin can think about, because when was the last time he was this close with Kame? Dancing together with Kame? Not even the ridiculous fanservice they used to do years ago made Jin feel so out of his element than this.
“What’s with you?” Kame asks after two songs. “I thought you wanted to dance.”
“I do, but--”
“Then fucking dance, Jinko,” Kame cuts in with a smirk, and Jin’s certain Kame is calling him that on purpose.
And the challenge isn’t lost on Jin, and if anything has remained between the two of them, it’s the constant need to try and outdo each other. So Jin dances. He forgets about the weirdness and lets himself go, feels the music like usual, and lets it seep into his veins.
Kame pulls him closer and they’re moving together in a way they’ve never really done before, like they’re in tune with each other. Jin’s heart still hasn’t stopped its erratic beating and it doesn't help when he subconsciously slides a hand around Kame’s back to twist his fingers into Kame’s hair. Kame flicks his gaze up to Jin’s and Jin looks back defiantly, like he’s daring Kame to stop him. Kame doesn’t, he just locks his eyes to Jin’s and tightens his grip on Jin’s hip.
Kame’s always been a good dancer, but Jin has never really found it...hot before. And now, once that thought has popped up in his head, he can’t shake it. The way Kame is holding him close, fingers firm on Jin’s hip, the way Kame continues to hold Jin’s gaze, and the tiny smirk in the corner of his mouth, all of it is suddenly, exceedingly sexy.
It’s not that big of a deal, really, because it’s not like Kame’s never been unattractive. Even when he had awful hair and those crazy eyebrows, Jin still remembers finding him cute, even cool because Kame was always so determined and so eager to learn that Jin couldn’t help but be a little enamored.
But he doesn’t exactly normally find Kame hot, so hot in fact, that Jin’s thinking things he has no fucking right to be thinking.
He blames the stupid lights that seem to purposely accentuate all of Kame’s (admittedly gorgeous) features. He blames the alcohol in his veins (and purposely ignores that he hasn't even had that much to drink). He blames the weird girl hormones and ~feelings~ that are taking over him because if he was a guy, he totally wouldn’t be thinking about kissing Kame right now.
Fuck, Jin thinks, as he realizes that’s exactly what he wants to do, that he if just leans a little closer he probably could and--
“Um, I-I’m going to get something to drink,” Jin blurts out quickly, pulling away from Kame like the other has just burned him.
Kame blinks at him in confusion and Jin must be imagining the disappointment in his eyes because it’s gone the next second and he says, “Okay. I’ll go with you.”
“No!” Jin exclaims and Kame jumps in surprise. “Um, I mean. You can keep dancing if you want. I-I’ll be right back.” And before Kame can say anything else, Jin turns on his heel and rushes off the floor.
It’s probably not his proudest moment but Jin goes home. He doesn’t even stop at the bar, he just goes right out the door and heads home. He pulls out his phone and sends Pi a message, says he’s not feeling well (it’s not entirely a lie) and he’s going home, and five minutes later Pi’s calling him.
“What the hell, Jin?” Pi says. “You’re the one who begged to go out and you bail first?”
“Sorry,” Jin says. “I really don’t feel good.”
Now Pi’s voice is softer, “You okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” Jin insists. “Tell Kame sorry for just running out.”
There’s a pause on the other end and when Pi speaks again Jin can hear the smirk. “You guys seemed to have fun,” he says. “Anything I should know, Jin?”
“Fuck you,” Jin snaps and hangs up.
When he gets home he heads straight to bed. It’s still fairly early for a Friday night but Jin doesn’t feel like doing anything. He just wants to sleep because maybe when he wakes up he won’t remember having all these ridiculous thoughts about Kame.
Maybe he’ll wake up and be a boy again.
He strips out of his clothes and pull on his own sweatpants and a t-shirt. They’re both loose on him but it makes him feel better dressing like he usually does while he’s at home and no one’s around.
He slides into bed, closes his eyes and tries to sleep except the second he stops thinking Kame’s stupid face, all illuminated from the club lights, flashes across his mind.
And what’s worse is that Jin’s definitely feeling turned on by it. That is, if he’s reading his female body correctly. It feels the same way he gets aroused as a guy, except he’s not a guy and he can’t just shove a hand down his pants and be done with it. He doesn’t even know if he wants to go there as a girl.
But now that the thought is in his head, he can’t deny he’s curious. He’s been with enough girls to know more or less how to do it (they always sounded pretty freaking satisfied too, Jin thinks smugly), but doing it to himself is a completely different matter.
Yet he’s already trailing a hand down his stomach, his body shivering a little in anticipation as he reaches the hem of his sweats.
“Fuck it,” Jin hisses and he slips his sweats and underwear down his hips before reaching his fingers between his legs.
He gasps at the touch because it’s already wet, and it’s such a different feeling than being aroused as a guy. His eyes fall shut and it’s fucking Kame staring back at him again and Jin almost stops because he is not going to get off on Kame, but he can’t help it and his mind supplies just how much Jin had found him attractive earlier, how he would’ve liked to kiss him, maybe, taste those lips against his own--
He moans as his fingers find his clit and he rubs circles around it as his body jolts with pleasure he didn’t know was possible. He reaches further down and presses two fingers into himself, his hips rocking up into the touch almost instantaneously, and a low groan falls from his throat. He’s definitely never felt anything like this before and he doesn’t even mind admitting that it’s really good. He pushes in deeper, tries to press the back of his palm against his clit again for the extra stimulation but it’s not as easy as he’d like and on a whim he brings his other hand that has been clenching the sheets over instead.
And fuck, that’s exactly what he needs; one hand with fingers pushing deep inside himself while the other rubs his clit again and again. His body is slowly burning, like someone’s lit a fire under his skin, and it’s much different than the quick pang of need that comes from being a boy. This is more gradual, almost more infuriating because he can feel he’s close but he can’t quite get it, and it has him touching himself harder, spreading his legs wider like a whore as he slips in another finger.
Jin moans so loud then because he’s finally found it, that spot inside him that just aches to be touched, and he pushes against it, rocking his hips down toward it while he continues to rub his thumb fingers on his clit. His thighs tremble and he can’t help the tiny cries that escape from his mouth.
He tries to relax and ends up thinking about Kame again, reminded of how it was like dancing with him - if he’s honest, it was actually fun, it was kind of hot, and Jin might not be entirely opposed to doing it again now that he’s thinking about it.
His hips rock into his hand harder as he thinks about it, thinks about kissing Kame like he did that night, how it might feel as a girl. He thinks about what would happen if it got further, how sex would be like a girl, thinks about Kame touching him like he is, pushing his fingers into Jin, thinks about Kame fucking him and it’s that thought that has him coming so suddenly he screams out breathlessly into his empty apartment.
Jin’s heart is pounding so violently against his ribcage that it sounds as though it’s reverberating throughout the room, mixing in with his heavy breathing. His body shudders from the aftershocks as he pulls his fingers out and lies bonelessly against his sheets.
He can’t even be ashamed about his Kame-fantasy because fuck if that wasn’t the most amazing thing Jin’s ever experienced.
~
part 2
Pairing: Kame/Jin, with some KAT-TUN, Ryo, Pi, Shirota and Josh
Rating: NC-17, genderswitch!
Summary: Jin turns into a girl. Kame has to deal. Everyone else is unhelpful.
Author's Notes: 17516 words. For goldfreckled through je_fqfest 2011!! I had a crazy fun time writing this fic and I hope everyone enjoys it! :3 And endless, endless amounts of love and thanks goes to the brilliant reiicharu who is responsible for the title, summary, random lines of the ending, plus the bonus, and the beta. ♥ I seriously wouldn't have finished this without you. THANK YOU! ♥
Anyway, I hope you like this! :3 ♥
“Don’t be such a girl, Kame,” Jin says, for possibly the twentieth time that night. He’s well past drunk, going for inebriated lush, but he doesn’t really care. He’s back in Japan for the first time since what feels like forever, and has a couple of days of rest (read: partying) before filming for 47 Ronin continues.
For some reason, Jin had felt compelled to call up his old bandmates that night. It’d been a while since he’d seen them, talked to them, even, and maybe all the drinking lately has made him nostalgic. He wasn’t surprised to find Nakamaru and Koki accepting his invitation, or even Taguchi. Ueda was a little bit of a shock because this isn’t really his scene, but he’d come nevertheless, and he had brought Kame along. Kame, who had never replied to Jin’s one liner mass-text of PARTY AT LEX. 11 PM. B THERE OR B SUQARE. CHYEAAH! In hindsight, he probably shouldn’t have sent it while drunk.
But either way, here they were, a reunited drunken mess. Or more like Jin was the drunken mess. The others were in varying stages of sobriety and intoxication, but no one was more sober than Kame.
“Don’t be such a girl, Kame,” Jin repeats and he’s pouring a glass of vodka, tequila, something, and slides it across the table toward Kame. “Stop making that face, drink something.”
Kame makes his patented long-suffering sigh. He eyeballs Jin like he’s never seen anything more repulsive. It’s kind of rude, Jin thinks. He might be drunk but he’s a fucking good-looking drunk. The hoodie and washed-out jeans are in and are totally classier than Kame’s designer jeans and posh sweater.
“Why’re you even here if you’re just going to sit there?” Jin questions. He narrows his eyes at Kame,The Destroyer of All of Jin’s Happiness. He’s always been like that (except not really, because there was once a time when Kame was The Reason for All of Jin’s Happiness, but those days are long since gone, and now he is simply The Destroyer of All of Jin’s Happiness).
“Ask Ueda. He’s the one who dragged me here,” Kame replies, but he does take the drink Jin poured him and sips at it slowly.
Ueda rolls his eyes from beside Kame. “Please,” he says. “You wanted to come. You were just too cowardly to do it.”
Kame shoots Ueda a furious glare. Jin sits back and smirks. “Seriously, Kame,” Jin says, “you don’t have to be such a girl about this. I invited you because I wanted you here.”
Kame turns his furious glare onto Jin. For a second Jin cringes, thinking Kame might throw his drink in Jin’s face (and thus prove Jin’s insistence that Kame acts like a girl). He doesn’t though, just tightens his grip around the glass and grits out, “Fucking stop calling me a girl, Akanishi. You’re the one with the girly face.”
Jin sulks. It’s totally not his fault he got his mother’s (admittedly really good) looks.
Kame seems smug at shutting Jin up, leaning back against his seat and taking another drink. On his other side, Koki just says, “You guys both look like girls. It’s why you’re in Johnny’s to begin with.”
“What’s your excuse then?” Nakamaru questions and Taguchi laughs while Ueda says, “What about you, Nakamaru?”
As they all start to bicker, Jin grins, slouching in his seat as he takes in his former bandmates, his friends, even if that might be something he’ll never confirm aloud. They know it, anyway. After all, they wouldn’t be here if they didn’t think the same.
Jin sips at his drink, something that tastes fruity but burns down his throat, and stares across at Kame. In the dim lighting, the way he laughs with the others, eyes bright, hair in his face, he really does look like a girl. A pretty one. A really cute, pretty one.
Jin blinks rapidly and Kame is Kame again. He groans. He’s definitely had too much to drink, he thinks while he pours himself another.
He turns to talk to Nakamaru because Nakamaru definitely doesn’t look like a girl, in any lighting, and it’s infinitely safer than looking at Kame.
~
“This is not how I pictured the night to go,” Kame is saying into Jin’s skin as he hauls Jin out of the taxi cab and into his apartment.
Jin just laughs into his shoulder. Kame groans and says, “If you puke on me, I’ll kill you, Akanishi.”
Jin waves his hand at him and slurs, “Don’t worry, I’m not that drunk.”
“Right,” Kame says and Jin knows he’s rolling his eyes without having to look at his face. “That’s why I’m carting your fat ass back to my place.”
“I told you guys I was fine. I could’ve gotten home myself,” Jin says petulantly. He totally could’ve. It might’ve taken him awhile, but he would’ve gotten there. It’d be much less embarrassing than having fucking Kame take him back to his apartment because it’s closer. “And I’m not fat,” he adds as an afterthought.
Kame doesn’t say anything, but his silence tells Jin he doesn’t believe a word that’s coming out of his mouth. Jin pouts into Kame’s shoulder, lips swiping against the skin of his neck, and suddenly he’s falling as Kame jerks away in surprise. Luckily Jin is just sober enough to catch himself before his face hits the pavement, and he groans loudly while Kame stares at him, eyes wide.
“What the fuck, Kamenashi?” Jin demands, hauling himself back up to his feet. He only sways a little bit. When Kame doesn’t say anything, Jin waves a hand in front of his face.
Kame snaps out of whatever trance he’s in and without sparing Jin a glance, he just says tiredly, “If you can stand, then you can walk. Come on.”
It’s a little difficult but Jin only walks into the door once and he grins triumphantly that he makes it into the elevator without any more harm. Kame has on an unimpressed expression, but the brightness in his eyes gives him away.
Jin nearly falls asleep leaning against the elevator wall and Kame has to drag him out when they finally reach his floor. Jin belatedly realizes he hasn’t been here in years. He can’t even recall when the last time he had visited Kame was, even though back then he used to come by all the time. It’s different from what Jin remembers. Still impeccably clean, as it would be, but now furnished with an air of sophistication, adultness.
Jin suddenly feels very out of place as he nearly trips over his own feet in the genkan and follows Kame inside. But Jin is way past his limit to care much about Kame’s apartment. Right now all he wants is to sleep.
He remembers where the bedroom is, pushing open the door and heading for the bed. He flops face-first onto the mattress and sighs into the pillow. It smells like the shampoo Kame always uses: citrusy and girly, and it’s terribly comforting.
“Who the fuck said you could sleep here?” Kame’s voice cuts through Jin’s peace.
“I did,” Jin retorts sleepily.
“Get out,” Kame says, his voice thin. “You can sleep on the fucking couch.”
“But I’m comfy,” Jin whines. “And drunk. I probably can’t even make it to the couch anymore.”
“You made it to my bed just fine,” Kame points out.
Jin opens his eyes. Kame is standing at the side of the bed, arms across his chest, and staring at Jin disapprovingly. “Come on, Kame,” Jin coaxes. “Don’t be such a girl about it. It’s not like we haven’t ever slept in the same bed before.” They used to do it all the time; sneaking into each other’s rooms while on tour with sempai, or at their own homes after a long day of goofing off together. Kame used to get cold really easily, and Jin would tell him it was because he was so thin and tiny, would hold him close and share his heat and they would fall asleep like that.
Jin eyes Kame. That hasn’t happened for a long time. And Kame isn’t that tiny kid anymore, anyway.
Kame seems to be weighing his options until he finally gives in with a long sigh. He pushes at Jin and says, “This is my side,” before collapsing beside him.
Jin grins into his pillow and three seconds later Kame punches him in the gut. “Ow, what the fuck?” Jin screeches, writhing on the bed and almost falling off the other end. He glares at Kame, but it’s clearly ineffective as Kame just glowers back.
“I told you to fucking stop calling me a girl,” Kame hisses. He huffs, pulling the blanket up over himself and turning his back to Jin. “I don’t think a girl can punch like that.”
“Maybe you’re just a butch girl,” Jin retorts. He’s pretty sure Kame just broke like ten ribs, punctured his spleen or something, because damn, that hurt.
“Do you want me to hit you again?” Kame questions, but now he sounds a little amused. Clearly Jin’s pain is Kame’s pleasure. The fucking sadist.
“No,” Jin whines and tugs on Kame’s blanket. He turns his back to Kame as well and closes his eyes. Three seconds later he whines again, “I hurt.”
When Kame replies a few moments later, Jin can hear the satisfied grin in his voice. “Suck it up. I think you’re really the girl here, Akanishi.”
And that’s the last thing Jin remembers before he falls asleep.
~
When Jin wakes up, the first thing he sees is Kame’s face.
He screams.
It seems like the natural thing to do, really, because on no normal day does Jin wake up next to fucking Kamenashi. Fucking Kamenashi who’s throwing a pillow at Jin’s head and shouting, “SHUT UP,” and Jin, for once, listens to him and does. But only because his head feels like it’s being stomped on by a hundred elephants.
He groans, cradling his head in his hands as he sits up. And that’s when he notices it, his hair, much, much longer than normal, falling down past his shoulders in black curls. Jin’s eyes widen as his fingers slip through the strands and then he screams again.
“Akanishi, are you asking me to kill you?” Kame yells but Jin doesn’t care about how angry he is, he pulls at Kame’s shoulders until Kame is facing him and exclaims, “What is this?!” as he holds up his hair in Kame’s face.
Kame falls silent. He stares at Jin’s wild expression for three seconds and then drops his gaze down to Jin’s body. Jin blinks, then follows. And even under his hoodie and t-shirt, it’s obvious that there’s something there that definitely has no right being there at all.
“OH MY GOD, I HAVE BOOBS,” Jin shrieks. Then he pauses and says, “Wait, I have boobs,” and proceeds to feel himself up.
~
Kame still hasn’t stopped laughing. After Jin had discovered that he had, in fact, mysteriously transformed into a girl overnight, and had finished feeling himself up (it hadn’t really done anything for him, either, which is a fucking shame if you ask him), he’d promptly freaked out. Beside him, Kame had laughed and laughed and laughed and only managed to wheeze out, “Now this is what you call divine justice,” and then laughed some more.
Now Jin is sulking under Kame’s blankets because he refuses to come out as a fucking girl, ignoring Kame’s quips that he’s really only acting like a girl by doing this at all. Hiding makes him feel better, so who cares if he’s acting like a girl. He is a girl! So it’s totally fucking justified that he acts like one.
He thinks he might just hide here for the rest of the day. Maybe even until he turns back into a boy.
And then the blankets are pulled straight off of him and Jin shivers violently before snapping, “Hey!”
Kame steps backward when Jin lunges for the blankets and he ends up falling almost face-first off the bed. He manages to catch himself and hauls back up, sitting at the end of the mattress with a pout.
“Don’t give me that look,” Kame says. “You brought this on yourself.”
“HOW?” Jin screams. “I haven’t done anything to make the universe want to change my sex! I made a fucking awesome dude.”
Kame snorts. Jin throws at pillow at him. It hits him in the chest and falls to the floor, but it makes him feel slightly better that he doesn’t at least throw like a girl. Kame just looks amused.
“Get up, Akanishi,” Kame says as he folds up his blanket and Jin watches despairingly; now he has nothing to hide under. “We have to do something about this.”
Jin groans and hides beneath another pillow.
~
Ten minutes later, after Kame starts calling him Jinko, Jin locks himself in Kame’s bathroom and calls Pi.
~
Pi is more shocked to learn that Jin’s at Kame’s apartment than the fact that he’s turned into a girl.
“Focus, Pi,” Jin says, purposely trying to lower his voice because his girl-voice scares him a little.
“Why do you sound so weird?” Pi questions.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jin says in a pretty awesome impersonation of his male self.
Pi probably just thinks Jin’s crazy because all he says is, “So you’re really a chick? With boobs and everything?”
“Yes,” Jin says miserably.
“Really?” His voice drips with skepticism.
“Would I lie about this?!” Jin exclaims, forgetting his male-voice and letting out a very feminine shriek. “See?! I scream like a girl.”
“You’ve always screamed like a girl, Jin,” Pi tells him unhelpfully.
“Pi,” Jin whines, not even caring how much more of a girl he sounds by doing so.
“What’s Kame doing?”
“He keeps calling me Jinko,” he cries.
Pi catches himself halfway through a laugh, turns it into a very fake cough, then says in a serious voice that isn’t serious at all, “I’ll be there in ten.”
~
Thirty minutes later (Pi has never been a punctual person) there’s banging on the bathroom door because Jin still refused to come out, even after Kame promised not to call him Jinko again. Jin didn’t believe him and sure enough five minutes later, clearly growing fed up with Jin hogging his bathroom, Kame had called out his new female-name as if to drive Jin into enough of a rage he’d come out on his own.
He almost would have but then Pi’s there, saving the day, and Jin reluctantly unlocks the door and opens it wide.
Pi’s eyes widen almost comically as he takes in Jin’s appearance. He’s lost a couple of inches, he actually has to look up at Pi’s eyes, and his hair is obviously longer, but Jin hasn’t looked in the mirror yet to know what the rest of him looks like. He avoided it while in the bathroom by sitting on the floor the whole time and now with Pi’s gaze on him he’s wondering about his appearance, but mostly because Pi has That Look, the one he gives the girls he’s after at clubs.
“Fuck me,” Pi says, and Jin thinks he hadn’t believed about Jin’s transformation until just now.
“You think I’m hot, don’t you?” Jin demands gleefully.
“I am so fucked up right now,” Pi admits and that’s pretty good enough confirmation for Jin.
“And I’m seriously questioning your taste, Pi,” Kame says from behind Pi where he’s sitting on his bed, watching them with amusement. “He’s basically just a female version of Akanishi, the hobo. And it’s worse since his clothes don’t fit him anymore.”
“MY CLOTHES ARE AWESOME,” Jin shouts.
“You dress like somewhere between a poor college student and a street thug,” Kame retorts.
Sensing danger, Pi steps in and thrusts a paper bag into Jin’s chest. “Girl clothes. I stopped by my home and stole them from Rina,” he explains. Then he flushes and Jin stares at him in surprise because Pi rarely gets embarrassed about anything and definitely not in front of him. “Though you’ll, um, have to go shopping for, you know, the other necessary stuff.”
Jin blinks at him for a few moments and then he blushes too. Damn these female hormones. He nods quickly, takes the bag, and disappears back into the bathroom.
He avoids the mirror as he rifles through the bag (mostly because he wants to see himself in girl clothes altogether and partly because he doesn’t want to find out that Kame’s right and he really does look like a female hobo) and picks out a pair of jeans and a pretty flowery top, one that he probably wouldn’t find attractive at all as a male, but his new femininity clearly finds it appealing.
Rina’s clothes fit for the most part, which is a good thing because Jin’s not sure how else he’d go out to buy anything for himself, and once he’s finished dressing he turns and looks into the mirror. His hair falls past his shoulders in soft curls, and he’s definitely shrunk a little bit but it’s not too noticeable. He has flattering curves and Jin’s seen plenty of boobs in his life to know he’s pretty generously endowed if he says so himself.
He grins at his reflection. His face is mostly the same but he’s always had girlish looks. It’s almost like seeing himself cross-dressing for Yukan Club or those stupid KAT-TUN skits they did back when they were juniors.
Except this time it’s real. But Jin thinks he could get used to it, because damn, he really is hot.
“I’d totally do me,” he says aloud to his reflection, and doesn’t realize he’s been heard until Kame says from the other side of the door, “Stop talking to yourself and get back out here, Jinko.”
~
Pi won’t stop staring at him which is kind of creepy and also really fucking awesome because Jin totally loves attention as either gender and it makes it all better being a girl knowing he’s hot enough for Pi to be interested. Kame’s also staring at him but he keeps snickering every couple of minutes like Jin’s a big running joke.
“So, what’re you going to do?” Pi says finally, after they’ve sat in silence for almost twenty minutes.
“I don’t know!” Jin exclaims instantly. “What the fuck can I do?” He gasps. “I’m supposed to start filming again in a few days. I’m supposed to be planning my American fucking debut. I can’t record like this. I can’t do anything like this!” His eyes widen when he feels this inexplicable urge to cry, his worries about his work building up inside him.
Pi notices and tosses Kame a bewildered look. Even Kame has stopped laughing to at least grace Jin with a sympathetic expression.
“First,” Kame says in a soothing voice, “can you get out of my apartment?”
Pi rolls his eyes and Jin shoots Kame a dangerous glare that is more or less useless when his lower lip quivers. “My life is falling apart and you’re just going to kick me out of your apartment?” Jin says hysterically.
“Oh, quit being so dramatic,” Kame says. “Just call management and explain.”
“Explain that I’ve turned into a girl?!” Jin says. “You realize they’ll probably send men in white coats to take me away, right?”
“In this company, it was bound to happen sometime,” Kame says unhelpfully. “I was thinking it’d be Tegoshi first.”
Pi snorts and even Jin has to admit Kame has a point. A really small one, but a point nevertheless. “Fine, asshole,” he says, getting to his feet. “I’ll leave. You’re no help at all. This is all your fault.”
“My fault?” Kame repeats and he has that crazed look in his eye that Jin remembers he’d always get when things didn’t go the right way or when someone (Jin) would say the wrong thing. “Like I said before, you brought it on yourself.”
“This is so not fair,” Jin complains. “You’re totally the girl here. Why did I turn into one?”
“No use trying to figure it out,” Pi says. “You are one.” He pats Jin’s shoulder and Jin jumps a little, Pi’s hand warm through the layer of fabric. “Come on, I’ll take you back to your apartment.”
~
It’s only been three hours and Jin’s already tired of being a girl. Pi had to go to work so he’d dropped Jin off at home and took off, ignoring Jin’s request of skipping and staying with him because what the fuck was he supposed to do now? Pi just said he’d come by later and gave Jin another Look before he left.
Jin sulks on his couch. He’s called his manager and the jimusho itself to let them know about his…transformation. Surprisingly (or maybe not surprising at all, thinking back on what Kame had said), they took it well. His manager said to leave everything regarding the film and the debut up to him, and Johnny laughed at him, said, “YOU stay at home,” laughed some more, and hung up.
Jin always hated that stupid old man.
my life is ruined D:, he writes in English on Twitter, pushing the buttons on his phone a little harder than necessary.
Three seconds later he has hundreds of at-replies in various languages from fans asking him what’s wrong, what happened, that they love him no matter what, and at least that is slightly comforting. Then Josh replies with: lol y u so dramatic? wat’s up, bro?
Jin types back: u wouldn’t understand
This time Zen answers first: aww poor diddums. what happened?
Jin still thinks diddums is a fucking stupid word. He also thinks his friends are idiots.
i am doooooomed, Jin adds to his Twitter, not bothering to reply to his friends. Whining on Twitter makes him feel slightly better, even though he’s sure that his manager will probably make him delete his tweets when he finally sees them.
Shirota replies almost instantly with, daijoubu canijo??? Three seconds later Josh says, wtf man u srsly ok? u at home? i can come over??
Red flags go off in Jin’s head and he quickly types back to Josh, lol just kidding my yegga. evrythg's cool. ill call u later and then quickly signs off Twitter before he gets the urge to whine some more.
He just hopes Josh (and his other friends) don’t find his behavior strange and come over unannounced (like they’re prone to do) because then Jin really will be doomed.
~
“I heard from Pi,” Ryo calls him an hour later after Jin’s gone nearly stir-crazy sitting at home. Usually he likes his days off, but he also spends his free time talking to his friends on the phone or through Skype. He can’t do that now with his voice altered. Trolling the net was only entertaining for awhile and now Jin’s bored out of his mind.
“Aren’t you filming?” Jin questions because the last thing he needs right now is Ryo’s sarcasm..
“Break,” Ryo says. “Pi says you’re hot. I said I didn’t believe him. You weren’t hot as a dude so how could you be as a chick? Though you did always look like one, so I guess it’s possible.”
Jin groans, putting his forehead down against his knees. “You’re an ass,” Jin says.
“You even sound like a girl,” Ryo informs him.
“I know, idiot,” Jin says. “Was there a point to your call?”
“Not really,” Ryo says. “Just don’t go anywhere. I’m coming over after work. With my camera.”
“Fuck you,” Jin snaps and hangs up.
~
Somehow, within the couple of hours Jin’s been at home, word about him being a girl has spread throughout most of the company and even some of his friends that Jin gets messages from people he hasn’t even talked to in years questioning his gender status.
Shirota calls him and laughs and laughs, much like Kame had earlier that morning, and Jin hangs up on him after a couple of seconds.
Jin severely regrets having called Pi.
But when the rest of KAT-TUN end up on his doorstep around noon, Jin knows that Pi’s not the only culprit.
“I’m going to kill Kamenashi,” he mutters while his ex-bandmates stare at him with mixed expressions of amusement and disbelief.
He lets them in and is immediately pacified to see that Nakamaru had brought lunch along. He always was the cool one.
“So,” Koki says, “how’d this happen?”
“How the hell should I know?” Jin replies around a mouthful of rice. “I just woke up like this.”
“You’re being surprisingly calm about it,” Ueda remarks.
Jin shrugs. “It’s been a few hours, I’ve gotten used to it,” he replies feeling like they don’t need to know how he locked himself in the bathroom at Kame’s apartment. “There’s nothing I can really do, anyway.”
“Who’s clothes are those?” Koki questions.
“Rina’s,” Jin answers, then adds, “Pi’s sister. She’ll probably kill me when she finds out he stole them from her.”
“Then don’t let her find out,” Nakamaru points out.
“Don’t you guys have work, or something?” Jin questions, pausing in eating to look at them. They’re seated around the floor in Jin’s living room with the food spread out on the coffee table. They all seem pretty content eating and while Jin doesn’t exactly mind having them here (much, much better than being alone), it’s a little weird.
“We finished up some interviews,” Taguchi explains. “We have a meeting with our manager in a two hours.”
“So when Kame told us you turned into a girl, we thought now would be a perfect time to come see for ourselves,” Ueda replies, smirking.
“Where is Kame?” Jin asks, not that he really cares. Really.
“He said he’d seen enough of your girly face this morning,” Koki replies with a laugh and Jin narrows his eyes.
“Bastard,” Jin grumbles. “This is all his fault.”
The others look amused. “How so?” ventures Nakamaru.
Jin shrugs, pokes at his food. “I don’t know,” he says. “It just makes me feel better to blame him.”
They laugh and even Jin lets out a smile, and then Koki says, “I thought this was going to be weird, but I guess other than how you look, you’re still the same.”
“Good,” Jin says happily. “I don’t want to have girly feelings on top of everything else.”
“We were also wondering if you were hot or not since all Kame told us was that you looked like a female version of yourself,” Nakamaru says.
Jin grins, bats his eyelashes. “So? Am I hot? Pi thought I was hot,” he says eagerly.
“Seen better,” Ueda replies easily, not even looking at him and when the others nod in agreement, Jin’s reaction is so instinctive that it surprises him. He cries out in anger and humiliation and stomps off to his room, slamming the door shut so hard after him it seems to shake the frame.
Five minutes later there’s a knock on the door. When he doesn’t answer, Koki says, “Akanishi you don’t need to be such a girl about it--Oh, wait.”
“FUCK YOU,” Jin screams and throws a pillow at the door from his bed. It flops to the ground a foot away from the bed and he hears Koki cackling on the other side before Nakamaru’s hushing and then, “We’re going, Jin. Call us if you need anything, okay?”
Jin just grumbles and doesn’t answer but Nakamaru doesn’t seem to be looking for one; he knows Jin well enough. Jin hears them leave, the front door opening and clicking shut, and then silence engulfs his apartment.
Jin glares at the wall in front of him for twenty minutes. Then he finally leaves his room and finds that they’d cleaned up and put the leftover food in his fridge. Jin’s heart flutters a little, seeing it there, and thinks that maybe he’s missed those guys after all.
“Oh, fuck,” he hisses three seconds after this revelation. “I really am a girl.”
And to feel better about this situation, he takes the food and hides in his room.
~
Jin wakes the next morning to Pi sleeping beside him. This is a pretty normal occurance that he doesn’t freak out, just snuggles closer to Pi’s perpetual warmth, intending to go back to sleep when he realizes that, wait, he doesn’t even remember why Pi is in bed with him.
And when he starts to sit up and his mind spins so quickly he thinks he might hurl, he remembers vaguely that, oh right, yesterday he turned into a fucking girl.
A quick look down confirms he still is one and Jin curses the heavens and every higher entity he can think of. Quietly, in his head, because he’s sure if he tried to speak it’d sound like a gunshot.
He clutches his head and groans and then turns and kicks Pi hard in the leg.
Pi grumbles but otherwise doesn’t stir so Jin just kicks harder until Pi snaps, “What?”
“Dude, get up,” Jin says, and it still sounds weird hearing his female voice, especially since he still talks like a guy.
Pi just peeks open his eyes and stares at Jin expectantly. Jin stares back and then asks bluntly, the first and most detrimental question hanging in his mind, “We didn’t fuck did we?”
Pi closes his eyes. “No,” he says and he sounds vaguely disappointed. Jin’s not sure if he is too, or not, because staring at Pi trying to sleep in his bed right now is actually kind of...cute. And maybe Pi looks kind of...hot with his hair all in his face and--
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jin exclaims and jumps out of bed, ignoring how Pi turns to stare after him questioningly. Jin hides in the kitchen, makes a pot of coffee, and wills the stupid thoughts in his head to vanish. It doesn’t really work, but he tries anyway. The very last thing he needs while being a girl is to be fucking attracted to his friends. Clearly this is going to be a problem since Jin’s friends are more or less attractive to begin with (there may have been times when he’d made out with Pi, or Ryo, or someone (he doesn’t really remember) when he was really drunk) but Jin really doesn’t want to have any lingering ~feelings~ like he’s started to have since he turned into a girl.
Pi ambles out of the bedroom by the time Jin’s gone through one mug of coffee. Pi takes his mug and refills it, standing on the other side of the counter and sips at it idly.
“Don’t you have work?” Jin questions after twenty minutes of silence and passing back and forth the mug between them.
Pi glances at the clock; it’s 8:30 in the morning. “I’m already late,” he replies and Jin rolls his eyes. He doesn’t think Pi’s ever been on time to anything in his life. “I’ll just take my time. Borrowing your shower and your clothes, okay?” He laughs and adds, “Not like you’ll need them.”
Jin flips him off while he raises the mug to his lips. Pi laughs and heads down the hall and Jin quickly dispels the thought in his brain that just mused how Pi has a nice ass in those jeans.
“I want to be a boy again,” Jin whines to himself, hating his life.
~
“What’re you doing here?” Kame deadpans the second Jin walks into the KAT-TUN meeting room.
“It’s only been a day and I’m going crazy staying at home by myself,” Jin exclaims. “So I came to bother you guys.”
“Get out,” Kame replies instantly but Jin ignores him and sits down beside Nakamaru. “Akanishi, we don’t have time to deal with you.”
Jin drops his head onto Nakamaru’s shoulder and Nakamaru tenses, looks rather uncomfortable with Jin’s long hair spilling over his shoulder. “Why are you so mean to me, Kame?” Jin pouts with his red, glossy lips, finding out earlier that morning that lipgloss is actually pretty tasty.
Kame pinches the bridge of his nose before he gives Jin an assessing look. He drops his hand and questions, “Why are you dressed like a whore?”
Jin gasps, looks down at his short skirt and revealing top. The heels had been a little difficult to get used to but since he had nothing else to do that morning after Pi had left, he’d practiced in his apartment until he’d felt confident. “I am not,” Jin exclaims. “I look fucking hot.”
“You look like a whore,” Kame snaps. “Even as a girl your fashion sense is questionable.”
“At least I don’t dress like you,” Jin retorts but Kame looks amused instead of insulted. Just as Jin thinks about something else to say, the door opens and KAT-TUN’s manager steps into the room.
He pauses when he notices Jin, then sighs and says, “Akanishi-kun, nice to see you’re doing well.”
Jin’s pouts a little, having hoped to surprise the guy, but clearly he seems to have heard. Jin wonders if there’s anyone in the company that doesn’t know. “Yo,” Jin replies, raising a hand in greeting.
“Can’t you act like a girl?” Ueda questions. “It sounds ridiculous hearing you speak like you normally do.”
“No! What else will I have if I can’t even talk like a boy?” Jin exclaims. “It’s the only way to preserve myself.”
Ueda sighs, much in the same way as their manager had three seconds ago. “Forget I asked,” he mumbles and then asks their manager, “Are we starting our meeting?”
Their manager nods and then turns back to Jin. They all turn to Jin and Jin looks back defiantly. “What?!” he screams.
“We’re having a meeting,” Kame says pointedly.
“So?” Jin replies. “I can stay, can’t I?”
Their manager opens his mouth to reply but Kame snaps, “No.”
Jin pouts. “Why not?”
Kame looks like Jin’s lost his head. “This is a KAT-TUN meeting,” he replies tensely. “As you’re no longer part of it, you need to leave. Now.”
Jin ignores the instant pang in his chest at Kame’s words. There’s nothing wrong with what he said; he’s right, really, Jin has no reason to sit here and listen to their meeting. He rarely listened when he was part of the group so now should he now?
Just something about Kame’s tone really cuts Jin more than he’d like to admit. He turns to the others and Ueda seems to be mimicking Kame’s opinion, while Koki and Taguchi just shrug. Nakamaru gives Jin a slightly regretful look and then Jin sighs.
“Fine,” he says and gets to his feet. He only wobbles a little on his heels. “See you guys,” he adds half-heartedly before heading out the door.
Fucking Kamenashi, Jin thinks as he pulls out his phone and messages Pi.
~
Jin spends a very boring day at home going nearly stir-crazy with nothing to do. He calls his manager to see if things have been settled but isn’t able to get in touch with him so Jin sits around wondering worriedly as he blankly watches TV.
He messaged with Pi throughout the day and finally convinced him to go to Lex that night. It was a Friday and Pi mentioned he didn’t work until late tomorrow, and after quick messages to Ryo and Shirota, Jin found they were free too.
So that night Jin’s a bundle of excitable energy because he’s spent the entire day by himself and is now craved for some attention. He dresses up with the clothes he’d bought the night before with Pi when he’d finished work. It hadn’t been as awkward of a shopping trip as Jin had expected, but he still doesn’t want to do it again anytime soon.
“This is a bad idea,” Ryo says when Jin joins them, beaming. Ryo’s eyes linger just a second too long on Jin’s cleavage and Jin pretends not to notice.
“It’ll be fine!” Jin exclaims. “I’m dying at home, you guys. I have to do something.”
“What’re we supposed to even call you?” Shirota questions. “It’ll attract attention if we use your actual name. And you well, still look more or less the same that people won’t be suspicious.”
“We should call him Jinko,” Pi says with a smirk and laughs when Jin punches him in the arm, hard. Or at least Jin thought it was hard; Pi just looks unaffected.
“Maybe Aquaneesha,” Ryo suggests, grinning, and Jin would’ve smacked him too but he’s sitting across the table and throwing himself at him is so very not lady-like.
So he settles for replying, “Fuck you both,” as acidly as he can.
Ryo snorts. “No, thanks,” he says. “You’re clearly Pi’s type, anyway.”
Shirota laughs while Pi gives Jin a hesitant look. Jin turns to him and makes kissy faces and now Pi’s expression turns into something between traumatized and turned on.
“Ugh, stop it, Jin,” Pi says quickly and pushes Jin away with a hand in his face.
Jin laughs, falling back against the leather seat, finally feeling at ease since his stupid transformation. And that’s when he sees Kame weaving through the crowd, walking straight toward them.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Jin questions aloud, remembering Kame’s biting words earlier that day. He’s tried to just forget about it, but inside it still hurt. Damn his stupid girl-feelings.
Pi’s eyes light up and he waves at Kame. “I invited him!” he says happily and Jin gapes at his supposedly best friend while Ryo and Shirota merely watch on with amusement.
“Why?” Jin demands, grabbing Pi’s arm that’s in the air and pulling on it until Pi turns to look at him.
“I was going to have dinner with him tonight but because of last minute rescheduling, I had to cancel,” Pi explains easily, clearly not caring (or not noticing) Jin’s clear disapproval. “When you wanted to get together, I asked Shuuji-kun if he wanted to come too.”
Kame reaches their table as Pi finishes and lifts a hand, says, “Hey.”
Pi grins. “Shuuji-kun! I’m glad you came!”
As Kame sits down on Pi’s other side, Jin narrows his eyes and glares at them, annoyed by how Pi still callls Kame that stupid name, this stupid inside joke that they’ve held onto for fucking six years. But what especially (and inexplicably) pisses him off is how Kame doesn’t tell Pi to stop; with the way he’s grinning right now, Jin thinks he might really like it.
Jin sulks in his seat, his good mood suddenly diminished, once again due to Kame, the Destroyer of All of Jin’s Happiness.
“Haven’t you two worked out your problems yet?” Ryo questions as he slides a shot of vodka toward Jin.
“Things are fine,” Jin replies sourly. Ryo doesn’t look like he believes him so he adds, “It’s okay. We’re not buddies or anything anymore, but it’s not like I hate the guy.” He downs his shot and sighs.
“Then you should stop staring at him like you want to shoot him,” Ryo suggests.
“Shut up, monkey,” Jin snaps and then stands suddenly. They all turn to look up at him. Jin smirks, flips his long hair over his shoulder. It’s only been two days but Jin’s totally got this girl thing down. He supposes he has all those junior skits to thank for that. “I’m going to dance,” he announces and then stomps off before anyone stops him.
“This is a bad idea,” Ryo says again, watching him go.
“He’ll be fine,” Pi says optimistically, and then cringes when Jin almost falls flat on his face because of his heels.
“He should just stay at home,” Kame grits out, eyes locked onto where Jin is clearly attracting attention to himself. “I can’t believe you guys let him come out like this.”
“Hey, don’t put the blame on us, Kamenashi,” Ryo says. “It’s better when we’re here than if he went alone, which is what he would’ve done if we didn’t go with him.”
Kame sighs. “I suppose that’s true,” he admits, still not looking away from Jin.
Ten minutes later, Jin comes storming back, flopping down beside Pi in a huff looking quite scandalized.
“What’s up?” Shirota asks in English and Jin shudders, reaches for the glass of scotch Ryo’s handing him and downs it in one go.
“Men are pigs,” Jin exclaims when he slams his glass down onto the table. The others stare at him unblinkingly so Jin continues fiercely, “They kept staring down my shirt and grabbing my ass! What the fuck!”
“It’s because you’re still dressed like a whore,” Kame tells him bluntly. “Who told you these clothes were appropriate, ever?”
“Pi,” Jin answers instantly.
Pi gapes. “DID NOT,” he exclaims. “You wanted to buy them!”
“Well, you didn’t stop me!” Jin shouts back. “And now I can’t even dance without getting molested. I wasn’t like that when I was a dude!”
“Yes you were,” Shirota replies.
“I was not,” Jin insists. He shudders again. “Ugh, disgusting. I was just dancing by myself. Those fucking assholes were not invited.”
Ryo laughs. “You sound like such a girl right now, you realize that, right?”
“I don’t care!” Jin says. “I feel violated.”
“Oh, suck it up.” Ryo rolls his eyes and then takes a shot. “If you don’t want to dance then just stay here. I didn’t come here to just sit around.” And then he heads off toward the dance floor.
Jin pouts at the others. “Don’t leave me,” he begs Pi and Shirota.
But Pi and Shirota clearly have the same opinion as Ryo because they stay for five minutes and then head out to dance themselves. Only Kame stays behind but Jin ignores him for the most part, grumbling under his breath about how his friends have betrayed him and he really needs to look into getting some new ones and--
“Akanishi, stop muttering to yourself,” Kame snaps, shooting Jin a glare.
Jin glares back. “I can mutter to myself if I want,” he retorts childishly. “Why aren’t you out there dancing?”
“Not really interested,” Kame answers easily.
“Why are you even here?!” Jin exclaims.
“Because I was invited,” Kame retorts. “So can you stop looking at me like that?”
Jin softens his expression and mumbles, “Sorry.”
“Stop muttering,” Kame just says. “It’s so very not lady-like.” He smirks.
“Fuck you,” Jin snaps and Kame laughs. Jin sighs and glances wistfully out at the dance floor. They’re playing freaking Black Eyed Peas and he can’t even go out and dance. “I might as well just go home,” he says sadly.
Kame eyes Jin’s dejected form and then suddenly stands up, grabs Jin’s wrist and pulls him out of the booth.
“What the fuck, Kame?” Jin exclaims as Kame drags him to the dance floor.
“You want to dance,” Kame says. “So I’ll fucking dance with you and you won’t get molested by creepers.”
Jin stares at him like Kame has suddenly started speaking fluent English. Kame notices and he rolls his eyes.
“It’s the only way to shut you the fuck up,” he adds.
“I don’t want to dance with you,” Jin blurts out, which is totally not what he meant to say, but he’s not sure what else he was going to say, either.
Kame drops Jin’s hand instantly and Jin ignores how he can still feel the heat from Kame’s fingers around his wrist. “Fine,” Kame replies and Jin wonders if he’s imagining the bitterness in his tone. “Go home then.”
Jin stares at him, his mind reeling, and then finally just gives in. He brushes past Kame and throws back, “Are you coming?!”
Kame follows, now looking slightly amused, and when Jin turns to face him again, he hesitates in getting close. He narrows his eyes at Kame and questions, “How do I know you’re not going to molest me too?”
Kame laughs, and under the strobe lights he looks really pretty; Jin shakes that thought away immediately. “You’re the last person I’d ever want to molest,” Kame returns and then pulls Jin close with hands on his waist.
Jin’s eyes widen and his heart suddenly begins to beat twice as fast. He hides his surprise quickly and as Kame starts to dance, Jin feels his movements and dances with him.
It’s somehow different than how Jin normally dances with girls, probably because this time he’s the girl. Kame is leading for the most part, and doesn’t seem concerned at all by the bizarreness of this situation. It’s all Jin can think about, because when was the last time he was this close with Kame? Dancing together with Kame? Not even the ridiculous fanservice they used to do years ago made Jin feel so out of his element than this.
“What’s with you?” Kame asks after two songs. “I thought you wanted to dance.”
“I do, but--”
“Then fucking dance, Jinko,” Kame cuts in with a smirk, and Jin’s certain Kame is calling him that on purpose.
And the challenge isn’t lost on Jin, and if anything has remained between the two of them, it’s the constant need to try and outdo each other. So Jin dances. He forgets about the weirdness and lets himself go, feels the music like usual, and lets it seep into his veins.
Kame pulls him closer and they’re moving together in a way they’ve never really done before, like they’re in tune with each other. Jin’s heart still hasn’t stopped its erratic beating and it doesn't help when he subconsciously slides a hand around Kame’s back to twist his fingers into Kame’s hair. Kame flicks his gaze up to Jin’s and Jin looks back defiantly, like he’s daring Kame to stop him. Kame doesn’t, he just locks his eyes to Jin’s and tightens his grip on Jin’s hip.
Kame’s always been a good dancer, but Jin has never really found it...hot before. And now, once that thought has popped up in his head, he can’t shake it. The way Kame is holding him close, fingers firm on Jin’s hip, the way Kame continues to hold Jin’s gaze, and the tiny smirk in the corner of his mouth, all of it is suddenly, exceedingly sexy.
It’s not that big of a deal, really, because it’s not like Kame’s never been unattractive. Even when he had awful hair and those crazy eyebrows, Jin still remembers finding him cute, even cool because Kame was always so determined and so eager to learn that Jin couldn’t help but be a little enamored.
But he doesn’t exactly normally find Kame hot, so hot in fact, that Jin’s thinking things he has no fucking right to be thinking.
He blames the stupid lights that seem to purposely accentuate all of Kame’s (admittedly gorgeous) features. He blames the alcohol in his veins (and purposely ignores that he hasn't even had that much to drink). He blames the weird girl hormones and ~feelings~ that are taking over him because if he was a guy, he totally wouldn’t be thinking about kissing Kame right now.
Fuck, Jin thinks, as he realizes that’s exactly what he wants to do, that he if just leans a little closer he probably could and--
“Um, I-I’m going to get something to drink,” Jin blurts out quickly, pulling away from Kame like the other has just burned him.
Kame blinks at him in confusion and Jin must be imagining the disappointment in his eyes because it’s gone the next second and he says, “Okay. I’ll go with you.”
“No!” Jin exclaims and Kame jumps in surprise. “Um, I mean. You can keep dancing if you want. I-I’ll be right back.” And before Kame can say anything else, Jin turns on his heel and rushes off the floor.
It’s probably not his proudest moment but Jin goes home. He doesn’t even stop at the bar, he just goes right out the door and heads home. He pulls out his phone and sends Pi a message, says he’s not feeling well (it’s not entirely a lie) and he’s going home, and five minutes later Pi’s calling him.
“What the hell, Jin?” Pi says. “You’re the one who begged to go out and you bail first?”
“Sorry,” Jin says. “I really don’t feel good.”
Now Pi’s voice is softer, “You okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” Jin insists. “Tell Kame sorry for just running out.”
There’s a pause on the other end and when Pi speaks again Jin can hear the smirk. “You guys seemed to have fun,” he says. “Anything I should know, Jin?”
“Fuck you,” Jin snaps and hangs up.
When he gets home he heads straight to bed. It’s still fairly early for a Friday night but Jin doesn’t feel like doing anything. He just wants to sleep because maybe when he wakes up he won’t remember having all these ridiculous thoughts about Kame.
Maybe he’ll wake up and be a boy again.
He strips out of his clothes and pull on his own sweatpants and a t-shirt. They’re both loose on him but it makes him feel better dressing like he usually does while he’s at home and no one’s around.
He slides into bed, closes his eyes and tries to sleep except the second he stops thinking Kame’s stupid face, all illuminated from the club lights, flashes across his mind.
And what’s worse is that Jin’s definitely feeling turned on by it. That is, if he’s reading his female body correctly. It feels the same way he gets aroused as a guy, except he’s not a guy and he can’t just shove a hand down his pants and be done with it. He doesn’t even know if he wants to go there as a girl.
But now that the thought is in his head, he can’t deny he’s curious. He’s been with enough girls to know more or less how to do it (they always sounded pretty freaking satisfied too, Jin thinks smugly), but doing it to himself is a completely different matter.
Yet he’s already trailing a hand down his stomach, his body shivering a little in anticipation as he reaches the hem of his sweats.
“Fuck it,” Jin hisses and he slips his sweats and underwear down his hips before reaching his fingers between his legs.
He gasps at the touch because it’s already wet, and it’s such a different feeling than being aroused as a guy. His eyes fall shut and it’s fucking Kame staring back at him again and Jin almost stops because he is not going to get off on Kame, but he can’t help it and his mind supplies just how much Jin had found him attractive earlier, how he would’ve liked to kiss him, maybe, taste those lips against his own--
He moans as his fingers find his clit and he rubs circles around it as his body jolts with pleasure he didn’t know was possible. He reaches further down and presses two fingers into himself, his hips rocking up into the touch almost instantaneously, and a low groan falls from his throat. He’s definitely never felt anything like this before and he doesn’t even mind admitting that it’s really good. He pushes in deeper, tries to press the back of his palm against his clit again for the extra stimulation but it’s not as easy as he’d like and on a whim he brings his other hand that has been clenching the sheets over instead.
And fuck, that’s exactly what he needs; one hand with fingers pushing deep inside himself while the other rubs his clit again and again. His body is slowly burning, like someone’s lit a fire under his skin, and it’s much different than the quick pang of need that comes from being a boy. This is more gradual, almost more infuriating because he can feel he’s close but he can’t quite get it, and it has him touching himself harder, spreading his legs wider like a whore as he slips in another finger.
Jin moans so loud then because he’s finally found it, that spot inside him that just aches to be touched, and he pushes against it, rocking his hips down toward it while he continues to rub his thumb fingers on his clit. His thighs tremble and he can’t help the tiny cries that escape from his mouth.
He tries to relax and ends up thinking about Kame again, reminded of how it was like dancing with him - if he’s honest, it was actually fun, it was kind of hot, and Jin might not be entirely opposed to doing it again now that he’s thinking about it.
His hips rock into his hand harder as he thinks about it, thinks about kissing Kame like he did that night, how it might feel as a girl. He thinks about what would happen if it got further, how sex would be like a girl, thinks about Kame touching him like he is, pushing his fingers into Jin, thinks about Kame fucking him and it’s that thought that has him coming so suddenly he screams out breathlessly into his empty apartment.
Jin’s heart is pounding so violently against his ribcage that it sounds as though it’s reverberating throughout the room, mixing in with his heavy breathing. His body shudders from the aftershocks as he pulls his fingers out and lies bonelessly against his sheets.
He can’t even be ashamed about his Kame-fantasy because fuck if that wasn’t the most amazing thing Jin’s ever experienced.
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part 2