"What's your name?" Jin asks, and Yamapi blinks, breaking out of his semi-daze. The thought that he's really going to go through with this hits him, and he slows, but Jin's grip on his wrist only tightens, and like a reminder, Yamapi's body pulses softly with desire. Taking a deep breath, Yamapi dares to trust Jin, and even though it's foreign (and, admittedly, terrifying) territory to him, he lets himself be a little selfish, for once. He wants Jin, there's no denying that--he's been attracted to Jin since the day he saw him, and had they been anywhere else, he would have approached him in a heartbeat.
"I'm surprised you don't know," he comments, turning his gaze to Jin again. He blinks when the streetlights get brighter, surprised to see Jin's leading him to the convenience store he'd parked at. He tenses a little, suspicious, but as though he can read Yamapi's mind, he chuckles.
"You're not exactly inconspicuous in that car of yours around here," Jin points out, and Yamapi has to admit he has a point. They stop outside the car, and he keeps talking while Yamapi digs in his pocket for his keys, focusing on not thinking about what he's doing. "I've lived here my whole life, I notice when things are out of place. And I do know your name, but I thought it would be nicer to ask."
"Yamapi," Yamapi says, almost automatically. 'Tomohisa' is too personal for someone's he's just met (even though he kind of feels like Jin could ask to call him 'Tomo-chan' and he'd agree, at the moment) and 'Yamashita' seems too formal for someone he's taking home solely to fuck. Yamapi pauses at that, frowning slightly--it doesn't feel right, but he can't pinpoint why, so he shakes his head, brushing it off. "Call me Yamapi," he repeats as he unlocks the door, and when he looks up, he catches Jin's gaze again, and he smiles a little. Jin smiles back, and Yamapi climbs into the driver's seat with ease.
"I don't know if I can bring myself to moan that," Jin comments, and when Yamapi looks over at him, he's grinning playfully. It's an obvious tease, to lighten the mood and make Yamapi relax, and it works. "What kind of a name is Yamapi?"
"Hey," Yamapi protests, frowning at him as he starts his car. He doesn't think about the way Jin fits in his car just as well as he does on the street. If his manager had been present, Yamapi thinks, he would have complained about Jin soiling the seats with his dirty street clothes and the city hanging off of him, but to Yamapi, it's not like that. "Don't say it, then."
"Can I call you Tomohisa?" Jin asks, and the shiver that runs up Yamapi's spine is unexpected. Jin's voice drops a little when he says his name, gets a little huskier, and it makes Yamapi's body heat up again, just like it did when they were touching. For a moment, Yamapi can't think of a single reason to say no, and it's with a wry amusement that he thinks Jin really has to stop doing that to him.
"No," he says anyway, and before Jin can coax him into changing his mind again, he adds, "because I say so, and I'm famous, so I win." Jin laughs at his reasoning, and the sound makes Yamapi smile. It's easy, Yamapi realizes along the way. Being with Jin, like this. They've just properly met, but Yamapi feels more relaxed around Jin than he's ever felt around the people at the parties he has to go to. For a moment, he regrets meeting Jin like this--picking him up as a prostitute (oh god, what is he doing) after weeks, maybe even months of watching him from afar. Jin feels just like those dark corners of the city he comes from. Jin feels like home.
part 3
"I'm surprised you don't know," he comments, turning his gaze to Jin again. He blinks when the streetlights get brighter, surprised to see Jin's leading him to the convenience store he'd parked at. He tenses a little, suspicious, but as though he can read Yamapi's mind, he chuckles.
"You're not exactly inconspicuous in that car of yours around here," Jin points out, and Yamapi has to admit he has a point. They stop outside the car, and he keeps talking while Yamapi digs in his pocket for his keys, focusing on not thinking about what he's doing. "I've lived here my whole life, I notice when things are out of place. And I do know your name, but I thought it would be nicer to ask."
"Yamapi," Yamapi says, almost automatically. 'Tomohisa' is too personal for someone's he's just met (even though he kind of feels like Jin could ask to call him 'Tomo-chan' and he'd agree, at the moment) and 'Yamashita' seems too formal for someone he's taking home solely to fuck. Yamapi pauses at that, frowning slightly--it doesn't feel right, but he can't pinpoint why, so he shakes his head, brushing it off. "Call me Yamapi," he repeats as he unlocks the door, and when he looks up, he catches Jin's gaze again, and he smiles a little. Jin smiles back, and Yamapi climbs into the driver's seat with ease.
"I don't know if I can bring myself to moan that," Jin comments, and when Yamapi looks over at him, he's grinning playfully. It's an obvious tease, to lighten the mood and make Yamapi relax, and it works. "What kind of a name is Yamapi?"
"Hey," Yamapi protests, frowning at him as he starts his car. He doesn't think about the way Jin fits in his car just as well as he does on the street. If his manager had been present, Yamapi thinks, he would have complained about Jin soiling the seats with his dirty street clothes and the city hanging off of him, but to Yamapi, it's not like that. "Don't say it, then."
"Can I call you Tomohisa?" Jin asks, and the shiver that runs up Yamapi's spine is unexpected. Jin's voice drops a little when he says his name, gets a little huskier, and it makes Yamapi's body heat up again, just like it did when they were touching. For a moment, Yamapi can't think of a single reason to say no, and it's with a wry amusement that he thinks Jin really has to stop doing that to him.
"No," he says anyway, and before Jin can coax him into changing his mind again, he adds, "because I say so, and I'm famous, so I win." Jin laughs at his reasoning, and the sound makes Yamapi smile. It's easy, Yamapi realizes along the way. Being with Jin, like this. They've just properly met, but Yamapi feels more relaxed around Jin than he's ever felt around the people at the parties he has to go to. For a moment, he regrets meeting Jin like this--picking him up as a prostitute (oh god, what is he doing) after weeks, maybe even months of watching him from afar. Jin feels just like those dark corners of the city he comes from. Jin feels like home.