Maybe We're Falling (Chapter 3)
Title: Maybe We’re Falling (3/7)
Pairing: Akame
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama, Angst, Romance
Beta: carboncastel
Disclaimer: Please just let them own each other already. I don’t.
Summary: After 2 years of making the US his career base, Akanishi Jin is coming back to Tokyo and is rejoining KAT-TUN. Time has passed. Some things have changed, some have not. Maybe we’re fallin’ in the crazy love.
A/N: A multi-chapter song fic based on KAT-TUN’s Crazy Love. Time setting of the fic is 2013, so that’s 3 years after Jin officially left KAT-TUN.
A/N 2: As I’ve mentioned as reply to comments on the previous chapter, maybe I should like, put a warning since the next few chapters still have no Kame in them and just Jin dreaming of or thinking or reminded about Kame (LOL). So, WARNING: Still no present day Kame in this chapter. Would you be mad at me? Hope you read through. *sobs in a corner*
A/N 3: I tried to write a longer chapter this time around. Hope it works~
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君の名前を呼ぶだけで
世界が乱されていた
どんな過去君の傷を
全て俺の中で守りたかった
Just by calling out your name
The world became complete
Your past did not matter
With all of me, I wanted to shelter you from the hurt
“Jin,” Kame said in a quiet voice beside him.
It was the second to the last day of the Queen of Pirates tour. It was also the day that Kamenashi confessed to him. Sometimes, Kame’s timing still made Jin chuckle. The turtle decided to confess in the dressing room during their water break, while the other boys were on stage.
Jin waited a moment, his head bowed down as they walk to the parking lot. Kame spoke again.
“Jin.”
“Un,” Jin replied, still unsure of what to say.
“About earlier…” Kame’s voice trailed off.
He was of course talking about his confession, and the kiss, and was probably waiting for Jin’s reaction to all that. Jin glanced at the few parked cars, and then at Kame’s face, and realized that he can’t look Kame in the eye as he says what’s on his mind.
“Kame, I… I can’t.”
Jin set his gaze out at the almost empty parking lot again, and then he looked down at his hands as if they were suddenly very interesting.
“It’s okay,” Kame said. “I… kinda knew it. I just thought - I’d give it a shot and see how you’d react.”
Jin remained still, unable to look up or respond in any way.
“But Jin,” Kame continued. “Let’s not be uncomfortable with each other, please?”
Jin looked up and saw Kame smiling at him graciously. Jin nodded.
“Y - yeah. Sure.”
With that, Kame gave a nod and, still smiling, turned around and made his way to his car. Jin stood there and watched the younger man walk away. Some cars down, Jin thought he saw Kame wipe his eyes, but he never asked about it later on.
Jin sat up in bed, feeling a bit nervous and confused. It was a Saturday night, and he slept for most of his day off. He stared at the bed sheets covering his knees, faintly hearing the ticking of the wall clock in the receiving area of his hotel room.
He had dreamt of Kame again. Jin sat back against the headboard and frowned, wondering about such dreams he’s been having more of recently, and when they would end. He sat like that for a while, staring at the wall opposite his bed, and then, as if looking at the fancy wallpaper decided things, he made up his mind that he needed to hang out tonight and perhaps get drunk, to forget for a little while.
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Jin sat on a high stool at the bar next to his best friend, drinking their alcoholic beverages and making small talk. He wished that he could hang out with Kame like this, too, now that he’s back, but it wasn’t possible.
“Jin, you’re spacing out again,” YamaPi said, tapping gently at Jin’s drinking glass.
The clinking sound stirred Jin from his reverie. He looked at YamaPi, surprised, and realized that he had fallen silent midconversation.
“You know what? Ryo’s right. You’re handling it badly,” Pi said lightly, gazing out at the dancing crowd before raising his glass to his lips and drinking from it.
“Tch. What does Ryo know? The guy doesn’t have friggin’ emotions.”
The remark made YamaPi laugh.
“So you admit it? You miss Kame?”
Jin surveyed his friend, unsure if he wanted this kind of talk with YamaPi, or if he wanted to be angry with the NEWS leader for mentioning it so bluntly.
“What are you two doing here?”
Just then, the sexy Osaka man drunkenly sauntered to the pair, speaking as he did so, his speech distinctly slurred.
“Tomohisa, it’s partly your fault that little Jinjin keeps sulking around, you know?” Ryo began, looking at YamaPi with somewhat unfocused eyes. “You spoil him. Staying with him here when you can go dance with the hotties over there,” Ryo gestured to the dance floor with the beer bottle in his hand.
YamaPi laughed a little before drinking from his glass again.
“And you,” Ryo turned to the other, putting his arm over Jin’s shoulders. “Stop it. You’ve had your chance to sulk while you were in America. For four - no, five - five goddamned months. Now you’re back. You’ve got work and partying to do, so suck it up.”
There was a paused, and Jin thought it was the end of the drunken tirade, but Nishikido Ryo added a last bit.
“You’ve lost Kamenashi. Get over it.”
“What the fuck, Ryo!”
It was YamaPi who reacted violently, standing up from his chair and facing Ryo squarely. Pi may not like the idea of Jin moping around because of someone, much less that someone being a guy, but he thought Nishikido went a bit too far.
“What? I’m just telling it as it is!” Ryo yelled back, his speech barely comprehensible.
The man was already a harsh talker when he’s sober. Clearly, alcohol wouldn’t make it better.
“I know you’re not enthusiastic about the whole Jin-Kame thing, but at least try saying it in a nice way!” YamaPi hissed, not wanting Jin to hear anymore of the conversation.
“It’s alright,” Jin suddenly spoke, facing them but not getting off his seat. “Ryo’s, well, right. I’ll have to get over it soon…”
“Jin…”
Yamashita was worried. Just moments ago, Jin said that Ryo didn’t have emotions. Now he was agreeing with the man?
Ryo laughed haughtily.
“Kame would have called you a sissy,” he said, handing Jin a beer bottle. “He never sulked around like that when you rejected him five years ago!” he added, laughing some more.
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Jin stumbled into his hotel room, happily drunk. He almost didn’t make it to his bed, tripping over his own feet and consequently laughing at himself so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes. He collapsed onto his bed, wasted, hazily musing over how he wanted to get drunk to forget the heartache, but all he could think of now was how he wished Kame were there with him.
Suddenly, Jin had an idea.
He grabbed the cordless phone from his bedside table and dialed Kame’s home phone, fumbling with the keypad a little before getting the numbers right. The line rang and rang, and Jin didn’t expect anyone to pick up since it was already 3 in the morning, but he wanted to take a chance at hearing Kame’s voice, perhaps from the answering machine. The line continued with its endless ringing.
Maybe there’s no one in his apartment now, Jin dimly thought as he closed his eyes, tempted to just fall asleep without changing into his bed clothes. Just then, the line picked up and a woman’s voice answered.
“Moshi moshi. Who’s calling?”
Jin froze, his eyes wide with surprise. It was Kame’s mom.
“A - Akanishi desu,” Jin stuttered, feeling utterly stupid now.
“Ah, Akanishi-kun,” Kame’s mother said kindly. “Wh - what’s bothering you? Sorry,” she apologized as she failed to stifle a yawn.
“Anou… I just…” Jin began, shifting about in bed, staring around at his room as he searched for ideas for a sane lie. When he found none, he sighed and decided to just plow on with the drunken truth. “I wanted to hear Kame’s voice,” he said bitterly. “I was hoping that maybe the call would go to the answering machine…”
At this, Kame’s mother laughed softly. Jin knocked himself on the head with his free hand for being so blunt and stupid to make such a fiasco.
“Akanishi-kun,” the woman began again, sounding somber. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?” she asked in a perfectly non-accusatory tone. Ah, surely, Kame inherited his piercingly levelheaded wisdom from her. “If you want, we can end this call, and you can call again. I’ll divert it to the answering machine right away.”
“Eh - daijoubu?” Jin laughed sheepishly, finding it pleasantly astonishing that Kame’s mom was willing to assist him in his drunken quirk.
“Un,” she encouraged. “Shall I put the phone down now?”
“H - hai.”
The call ended, and Jin momentarily wondered if he should dial again. Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure that he could stand listening to Kame’s voice, but he realized that the kind lady must be waiting, and Jin already got her out of bed for this silly thing. He pressed the redial button. There was only a brief ring, followed by Kame’s cheerful voice.
Moshi moshi! Kamenashi Kazuya desu. I’m not in the house right now, I’m probably at work. Please leave a message after the beep and I promise to call you back as soon as I can. Jaa ne!
Jin chuckled at “I’m probably at work.” Kame, the eternal workaholic, he thought. But for the rest of the message, Jin was just about miserably sobbing into the bed sheets, gripping the phone so tightly that it could crumble.
“I promise to call you back as soon as I can,” Kame said.
Jin wished he would fulfill that promise now.
/To be continued/
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Well it’s longer… /hides/ Rant at me in the comments? /goes further into hiding place/
Chapter 4
Chapter 2
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