Heartbreak Club - Part 2
The model put his sunglasses on, exactly like how his manager had instructed. Contrary to Ryo's belief, Jin was perfectly capable of finding his way to Kame's apartment, though, maybe that was due to the fact that Ryo had given him explicit directions. He took a quick look at the apartment complex. It was not as luxurious as his apartment, but he knew it still must have cost a fortune.
Kame was not just a normal everyday host then.
He took the elevator and when he reached the floor of his destination, he contemplated on pushing the 'close' button and just going back down. But then, Ryo might kill him…
He reluctantly stepped out of the elevator and proceeded to find Kame's apartment. There were several doors on this floor, and as he saw Kame's, he stood eerily still outside of the white door, his finger aiming for the door bell, yet he never made any move to press it.
"The bell is not going to ring itself, you know. You have to really press it, not just hover over it."
Jin gasped in awe. He had not realize when had Kame swung open the wooden door, but he was now fully aware of the said man leaning lazily against the door frame, wearing only a cream coloured bathrobe tied loosely around his waist. His wet hair was falling into his eyes and water was glistening on his bare chest; the combination served to make him look even sexier and more desirable.
"Well, hello there, Mr. I-think-I'm-so-Important." The man said, waving his hand in Jin's face when he saw that the model was staring at him without even blinking.
That caused Jin to scowl. "You're just picking a fight with mmph-" His words were literally taken out of his mouth as Kame crushed his lips in a bruising kiss. The act caught him by surprise, but it didn't take too long for Jin to wrap his arms around the younger man's shoulders, clinging desperately in fear of his legs being unable to support the weight of his body. He felt Kame running his tongue along his lips, asking for him to open up, and Jin was aware of it being a command instead of a request. When he did so, Kame delved his tongue in, coaxing Jin to dwell in the tongue fight.
The model had never been kissed this way; it was him who usually dominated a kiss, but it was the other way round now. It was Kame who controlled the kiss, it was Kame who had his tongue shoved in his mouth, it was Kame who was roaming his hand on his back and neck. He was just playing a passive role, giving in to the slightly shorter man, letting the Kame do whatever he wanted to with him.
Jin's legs felt like they were slowly melting like jelly, and when Kame felt the other man gradually slipping away from his grip, too weak to even stand properly, he arched Jin's body, supporting the man by his waist and back, kissing him deeper, and at that moment, Jin almost forgot how to breathe.
They broke apart not too long after; Jin's lips were all swollen, red and wet, his face flushed in a shade of pink, his eyes a bit teary, and the sight made Kame smirk in satisfaction.
"I'm sure that the paparazzi snapped at least twenty photos of that."
"Huh?" Jin let out, not believing his ears. So it was all for the sake of publicity?
"Come on in." Kame dragged Jin inside, seeing that the older man made no move at all, as he apparently was too busy trying to digest the newfound piece of information that Kame had just fed him with. It was either that, or he was still thinking of the kiss. Jin just followed Kame dreamily, his eyes fixated on the host's face.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Falling for me already?" Kame inquired as they reached inside; his tone was light and playful.
The tone that Kame used didn't dampen the effect it had over the model. Those words hit Jin like a splash of cold water.
"Like hell I would." The slightly taller man replied, half-scowling, half-pouting.
Kame almost laughed at Jin's funny expression --this guy was too cute for words-- but he managed to school his expression to a neutral one. "Good. Let's keep this simple and easy. I don’t do love. And you don't do men, I presume."
Jin nodded. Of course he didn't! He was against this whole contract lover thing exactly because of that.
"We’ll keep this act for however long Nishikido-san wants it to be, I don’t mind as long as I'm handsomely paid."
"Your moral is all screwed up." Jin stated matter-of-factly.
Kame softly snorted. "I have given up on morals a long time ago, Jin-chan. Not everyone is lucky like you. Some people actually have to do real work to keep themselves alive."
"What you're doing is not considered real work!" Jin protested, the scowl was still evident on his face, and if it was even possible, his face was all scrunched up; clearly he was trying too hard to emphasize his point.
"Yeah, because like you said, my moral is all screwed up. Why work hard when I could enjoy luxury and pleasure at the same time?" Kame replied smugly. Then he paused for a while, before continuing in a much low and croaked voice, "It's not as if people would appreciate me if I do an honest job…" and for a tiny, fleeting moment, Jin could almost see a vulnerable side of the host, a hint of sadness flashing in his brown eyes, instead of his sarcastic, jerk-ish nature.
Kame's expression gave off such a poignant feeling that it made Jin feel like taking the man into his arms, embracing him and hopefully washing his agony away.
"I-" Jin started, but immediately closed his mouth. Wait, did he just pity this guy? The same guy who, for the record, was constantly causing his ever-stable self-esteem and self-confidence to waver?
If he thought that he was down with a fever last night, now he was utterly convinced that he had a fever.
This act of Jin's did not go unnoticed by Kame, but the host decided to let the matter go. He sighed.
"You can do whatever you want. There's food in the kitchen, you can switch the TV on if you like. As long as you don’t burn anything, I'm cool with it." With that, he turned around, stepping away from Jin, heading towards a door situated right next to the living room.
"What? Where are you going?"
Kame turned to face his client, glaring at Jin as if he was the biggest idiot in the world. The model flinched inwardly at that, but he succeeded in not showing that on his face. Still, he just couldn't get why was this host was immune to his charm and good looks.
After much contemplating and silent-debating with himself, he then concluded that maybe Kame had no heart, just like that tin man in the fairytale his mommy used to read him when he was little, the one with the girl in red shoes, Dory-something. Or was it Dary-something? He couldn't remember. But the point was: Kame probably lost his heart like the tin mad did.
He was satisfied with his theory, nodding ever-so-subtle to himself.
Kame, on the other had, had to bring his hand to cover his mouth, in fear that the model could see it twitching in amusement. The expressions on Jin's face were certainly entertaining; as it went from total confusion, to a-hurt-puppy expression (Jin was not that good of an actor after all, it seemed), then it changed to a deep frown --as if the man was trying to figure something out-- and finally realization.
He was really too adorable for a 25-year-old, and Kame was absolutely going to have so much fun toying around with him. The host thought of the kitten he used to have as a child; the little thing was always fond of yarn balls. He remembered teasing the poor kitten with a yarn ball, dangling, twirling and twisting it around, and when the kitten was about to reach it, Kame moved it away.
The man in front of him right now, was exactly like that kitten. Except that he was not as small, and certainly not as furry. And he also had the energy that was similar to a puppy. Jin could be some kind of puppy-kitten hybrid, if he were an animal.
Kame chuckled at the thought, his lips twisting into a wider smile, but it remained hidden behind his hand. "I'm off to sleep, Jin darling." He finally answered Jin's question, "I worked all night and just got back."
"Work? Work as in… " Jin tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out what Kame meant when he said that he had been out working. Kame was a host and a host's job is to…
Realization finally dawned on him. "Oh."
"Yes, oh." Kame replied; sarcasm was evident in his voice. "Now keep the noise down, I tend to be cranky when my beauty sleep is disturbed."
He then turned back around, walking the short distance to his bedroom. He entered the said room, and as Kame was about shut his door, he poked his head out and shouted, "And no peeking!"
"Who wants to peek at you?!" Jin childishly stuck his tongue out. He grabbed a random blue cushion -it had a lovely golden flower embroidery on it, not that Jin noticed-- which served as decoration on Kame's couch, and threw the object towards the host, only succeeding in hitting the door, as Kame had shut it close. Jin stomped his feet in frustration, acting very much like a child who didn't get his way.
Seeing that it was unlikely for Kame to engage in an argument with him -he was probably sleeping like a log right now-Jin sat down, cross-legged, on the white tiled floor.
Now what should he do till evening? Ryo had told him that if he went back earlier than 8, he would cut his fingers. And from the look of his manager's face, it seemed that he was pretty serious too. Jin stole a look at his fingers, peering at each one, and gulped at the thought of losing his long, pretty fingers.
Better safe than sorry.
Left with nothing to do, he decided to raid Kame's kitchen. Upon finding a plate of leftover pasta, several pieces of ice-cream cake (chocolate raspberry, his favourite!) and a bottle of vintage wine in the refrigerator, he did a little twirl of what he liked to call the victory dance.
Jin dug into his food all too happily. Since Ryo put him under a strict diet, he rarely indulged himself with delicious real food, having to live on eating those gross green-leafy-excuses of a food. He understood that as a model, he needed to keep in shape, but as a human, he needed delicious food to heal his suffering soul, didn't he?
Now without his devil-in-disguise of a manager around, he could eat as much as he wanted.
After half a bottle of the red wine, Jin left the plates and glass on the table. For a person who kept a good appearance at all times, he was undeniably lousy at cleaning up after things that were not part of his body. The model went back to the living room and plopped himself onto the couch, his hands automatically roaming around to find the remote control, and he proceeded to switch the television on.
The first channel displayed a documentary about some kind of rodent, the second was a soap opera that only housewives were interested in while the third was the business news. Jin struggled to stay awake; the alcohol that he had drunk was definitely kicking in and the boring news was not of much help. Soon after, his eyes drooped, and while the anchorwoman was reporting some news on the stock market, Jin blissfully drifted to dream world.
---*---
Jin panicked when he saw Kame emerging from his bedroom, -he was still in his bathrobe, though his hair had dried up now, but he was still pretty nevertheless-- his face contorted in anger and he was charging at Jin with full speed. The model immediately stood up, trying to run for his life, but it was too late; the younger man had already locked his shoulder in a vice grip.
"Whatever it was, I didn't do it on purpose!" Jin exclaimed in his defence.
Kame ignored his words, pushing him onto the couch instead, straddling his waist, anger disappearing from his handsome face, replaced by a triumphant smirk. The host leaned down, his hands on each sides of Jin, and he whispered in his ear, the voice low and seductive, every word dragged out with a purr, "Jinjin is a very, very, naughty boy."
Jin shivered as Kame bit into his ear playfully, he bit into his lips to prevent himself from moaning out loud. The younger man seemed to be displeased with his response, and so he played with the shell of Jin's ear, nipping it, biting it, and licking it, until Jin turned into a whimpering mess beneath him.
Jin finally moaned out loud, grabbing desperately onto Kame's robe, and when he felt Kame brush his knee against his crotch, he bucked his hips up, in search of more contact with the said part. Kame chuckled at his reaction, then flicked his tongue out, drawing a wet trail from his ear down to his neck, and licked at his collarbone.
Jin yelped, involuntarily trying to sit up, but Kame pushed his whole weight on him to prevent him from doing so.
"Are you trying to run away, Jin?" The host hissed, his eyes sharp enough to carve a hole in Jin's forehead.
"No-But you were-ah!" Jin screamed in a high-pitched voice when Kame flipped him over, making him lie on his stomach. He felt the host bringing his arms to the back; he struggled to get away, but being in this position provided him with fewer chances to escape, and he gave in to his fate and decided to just stay still. Besides, having Kame's knees digging into his back as he struggled was pretty painful.
Kame held his hands together in one hand, while his other hand was busy untying his bathrobe. When he had completed the task, he used the piece of cloth to bound Jin's hands together, pulling Jin by the hair to tilt his head backwards, "Now you can't go anywhere. You're mine, Jin, remember that."
Jin nodded exasperatedly. He couldn't believe he was getting hard over being treated so roughly like this. Maybe, deep down inside he was actually a masochist? He didn't have much time to entertain that though of his when Kame bit at the joint of his neck and shoulder, undoubtedly leaving a visible mark there. He opened his mouth, a silent gasp escaping his lips as Kame tore his shirt open, leaving it hanging on his shoulders; his bounded hands prevented the shirt from sliding further down. The younger man was tracing random circles on his broad back with that talented tongue of his, making Jin groan in frustration, since it felt so good, but that was not what he wanted the most right now.
Kame then proceeded to draw a trail of kisses down his spine; his hands were multi-tasking as he unbuttoned the single button of Jin's jeans, and unzipped it. Jin wriggled his hips, encouraging Kame to work faster, but Kame pushed him down, removing his hands from the said pants.
"Kamenashi…?"
"Impatient, aren’t we?" he heard Kame chuckled.
"Kamenashi, please…" He was too far gone with lust to care about his pride right now.
He felt Kame poking at his cheeks, and he giggled in response, but when the poking grew more insistent, he pouted and glared at Kame, hopefully the later caught the message that he didn’t want to play anymore; he just wanted Kame to kiss him, touch him and everything beyond those; preferably now.
But when Kame didn't stop poking, Jin thought that the guy had to be the most sadistic person he had ever met. He played with him and got him all hard, only to leave him hanging like this. He was officially at his peak of sexual frustration right now. And Kame's insistent poking was totally not helping with the situation.
"Stop poking me!" he yelled out loud.
"Yes, I will, if only you would just wake up."
"What?"
"Wake up, sleepyhead." Kame's voice rang in his ears; it was not the previous seductive tone, but a colder and firmer one.
Jin then realized that he had been dreaming, and slowly fluttered his eyes open. He was greeted with the sight of an annoyed Kame, and that made him remember his dream just now.
He sat up straight on the couch, crossing his legs as to not make the bulge in front of his pants too obvious. And he thought he was doing a pretty good job at hiding it, since Kame didn't mention anything about that. His train of thoughts was taking a detour as his mind replayed the events in his recent dream, about how Kame licked him, bit him…
"Jin." The host's voice made his train of thoughts come to an abrupt stop and jump into the lake of nothingness; he diverted his mind to try and focus on what the younger man was trying to say.
Kame sighed. He had been doing that a lot lately, since Jin entered his life. And to think that today was only their third meeting…
"You made a mess in my kitchen, you ate all the remaining pieces of my cake, and you slept with the TV on! What if that causes more global warming?"
"Global warming? You said you have no moral-"
"Being concerned for the Earth's wellbeing does not involve any moral at all. It involves a wish to live longer on Earth, without the risk of being burnt by the sun every time I go out."
Jin had no strong point to keep arguing about global warming. If only he had paid more attention in his biology class before! But seeing as he didn't, he settled in agreeing with Kame. "Uh, um. Okay."
Kame ran a hand through his now dry hair, speaking softly to Jin, "It's late now, go back before your manager freaks out."
Jin glanced outside the window, to see that the dark sky that was hidden partially by the peach coloured curtain. His digital watch read 20:34; had he been sleeping for that long?
"Um, I should go now." Jin announced as he left the couch, showing himself to the exit. He was about to swing open the wooden door, when Kame called out for him.
"Jin?"
"Hmm?" he was facing Kame, and he got curious when the host rushed back into his room and appeared soon after, bringing a plaid button-down shirt in tow.
The slightly shorter man then tied the shirt around Jin's waist. "Try not to traumatize the public too much, okay?" Kame muttered, an eyebrow raised and an amused smile playing on his lips as he patted the bulge that was tenting Jin's pants.
Jin felt all his blood making a sudden rush northwards, attacking his head, filling his cheeks with an interesting shade of red.
---*--
Ryo was all-too-happy the next morning, grinning practically from ear to ear, after looking at the pictures of Jin being kissed an inch out of his life splattered all over the tabloids and entertainment magazines.
It was a kiss that was intentionally initiated by Kame for pretentious purpose, so that Ryo wouldn’t complain about his ability as a host. His job was to act as Jin's lover, and he had to admit-the man was playing his part very successfully, that even he was fooled.
"Good job, Jin, I knew you could do it!" He exclaimed, patting the model on the back.
"Mm, yeah."
"Are you even listening to me? Or has that brain of yours gone retarded?" He paused, thinking for a while, before continuing, "If you had any in the first place." Ryo laughed, obviously finding that his own joke was funny.
"Umm…" Jin mumbled, but Ryo could see that his mind was entirely elsewhere. This was not the usual Jin he dealt with every single day! The usual Jin would retort, fight back and get all pouty when he teased him, but today… He was different. Quiet, mostly. And the lack of foot-stomping and any other equally bratty attitude made Ryo became seriously worried over his friend.
The manager looked at the model incredulously. Did he knock his head somewhere yesterday?
"Jin, are you okay? God, you're scaring me." He asked, placing his right hand on Jin's forehead, while his left hand was on his own forehead, checking for temperature.
It was normal. Not a fever, then.
"Ryo, I think…" Jin began, putting his hands on top of his chest, "I've got a heart-attack."
Ryo removed his hands, and then he blinked, once. "Wha-Jin? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
Jin shook his head furiously, indicating that he was indeed being serious. "Well, it's just that when I remembered the kiss, my heart beats so fast, and it hurts-"
Ryo let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding, and groaned when Jin's words sank into in head. Great. Jin fell in love.
That, was not part of his plan.
"Jin, do you even know what you are saying?"
"So it's true then. I'm gonna die, huh?" Jin peered at his manager, before casting his eyelids low.
"Jin-you-are you-urgh. You are not gonna die. Seriously." His manager rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Jin sighed, pursed his lips, and stared outside of the window of his apartment. There was a flock of birds passing by, but the model didn't notice them; his eyes were looking so far away, and Ryo thought that he had never seen Jin wearing such a difficult, sad expression. He mussed with the older man's hair in an attempt to cheer him up, -without being too obvious, because he still needed to give off the impression that he was a devil-manager- tangling the perfect strands that Jin had spent so much time on, causing the model to scowl in protest.
"Here is your schedule for tomorrow. Don’t be late, or else I'll kill you." He threatened, though his tone was light and gentle. Jin clearly had too much issues going on in his head, he thought that the least he could do was to not add more stress to the older man by yelling at him.
"Okay, okay." He mumbled, having no energy left to protest.
'Just what is this feeling?'
It hurt, it was frustrating, and somehow it was sad, yet it was also a happy, exciting feeling.
He just couldn't understand himself.
---*---
Jin strutted clumsily on the runway, and for the eleventh time of the day, the runway coach palmed his forehead yelling, "Stop!"
The model dragged himself towards the said coach when he was called, looking guilty and worried. The other models set their eyes upon him, mocking in silence. Gone was the confident Akanishi Jin.
"Jin," Ueda, the runway coach, muttered through gritted teeth, keeping his anger in check, "What happened to you? I want grace, I want twirl, I want the Akanishi Jin on my runway."
Jin didn't answer, and Ueda took this as a hint for him to continue, "I was expecting so much from you and yet, this-this thrash is all that you've given me all day!"
"I'm sorry I'll-"
"You know what? Forget it." Ueda saw Jin flinched at his little outburst, and he took pity on the younger man, as this was the first time he ever did such a mistake. And judging by the dark circles under his eyes, there was a perfect explanation behind his clumsiness.
"We'll do this again tomorrow, okay? You look like you need some rest, Jin."
Apparently, Jin was lost in his own little world, and he jumped when Ueda slapped him on the arm. Hard.
"Ouch!" he finally responded, rubbing at the sore spot on his arm.
"Go home and take a nice nap." The runway coach instructed, smiling. The Jin before him looked so confused and adorable, which was the total opposite of his usual egoistical self. It was as if something was changing him, something so big and complicated, something that could affect people so much, something… Addictive.
The model was definitely as easy to read as an open book. Could the 'no-strings-attached' Akanishi Jin finally be falling in love?
Ueda fought hard to hide a grin from creeping onto his face.
Seeing that Jin hadn’t made a move, standing frozen before him, he smacked the model's butt. "Now, go you! Shoo!"
"Thanks, Uepi!" Jin happily beamed, acting like a child who got a lollipop.
"No problem Jin. You're my best model, right?" He smiled warmly, waving as Jin walked away. "Alright, the rest of you, take it from the top!" he barked, and all the other models scampered to the runway in fear.
Ueda was still barking instructions to his poor models when a thought dawned in his mind. A confused Jin --an adorable, confused, in love Jin-was cute to look at, but seriously that would inflict serious damage to his fashion show.
He had better not stay like that forever.
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