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The PIN Comment-Fic Post

THE PIN COMMENT-FIC EXCHANGE


I think the idea behind this is pretty simple, but in case it's not obvious...

Rules:
  • Any requests and fic must be Pin-centric. Other characters/pairings are encouraged welcome, but Pin must be the focus.
  • If you have a request, please at least try to write something! It's an exchange, play fair.
  • Please try and make replies to requests longer than drabble length! (i.e. over 600 words)
Anything goes! Porn, not porn, fluff, crack, weird fetishes and such like. Just be sure to say if you specifically do or don't want porn! But let's be honest, most of us are just here for the porn.

And, to get the ball rolling...

Prompts:

POPOLO 2008.01 Interview
Yamapi's Hong Kong trip - Jin can't even manage a few days on his own
Pinnifer. Need I say anything more.
Frottage (the more public the better)
Phone sex because I am totally shameless and adore fics on this (could be doubled up with the HK prompt?)
Pin watch porn
Yamapi thinks he's getting good at English. Jin proves him wrong.

And some picture prompts, because every anonymeme needs some!


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Fulfilled Prompts:   Author names will be added once they are revealed!
Please reply to each prompt you wrote from the lj username you would like to be linked to ^_^

After some prompting, I have decided to leave prompts open, except replies no longer need to be anonymous ^_^
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part 4

(Anonymous) 2008-11-28 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
They arrive at Yamapi's flat in what feels like no time at all. The car ride is more relaxing than Yamapi had thought it would be, but as they get out of the car, he can't fight the swirl of emotions pooling in his stomach like acid. He's nervous, first and foremost--he's never done anything like this before, and as much as it doesn't feel like it when they're talking, it's not exactly easy to forget that Jin's a prostitute. He's a little guilty, for so blatantly going against everything he knows to avoid--potential scandal, people who could kill his career. It makes him uncomfortable, and he almost turns around and takes Jin back to the street, but the stubborn little whisper of Jin's not like that won't let him do it.

"Don't freeze up on me now," Jin says, once they're inside and taking off their shoes. If Jin's impressed by Yamapi's house, he doesn't show it, barely even looking around at all. His gaze is fixed on Yamapi, piercing straight through him, and Yamapi barely gets the chance to shrug off his jacket before Jin's standing about two centimeters in front of him. He backs Yamapi up against the door and kisses him slowly, a lazy, lingering brush of lips that makes Yamapi melt. It's ridiculous and girly and stupid, but he feels like he's with a lover, not someone he just met. Jin is tender in his kiss, attentive, and he pulls away before Yamapi even realizes it's gone on too long.

"Where do you want to do this?" Jin murmurs against his lips, and it takes a minute for Yamapi to even realize he's spoken. He can't remember the last time he felt this way, and a part of him doesn't like it, but Jin has Yamapi under some type of spell, and it's all he can do not to lose himself completely in what's beneath the surface.

He gives up trying to resist when Jin kisses him a second time, aware that it makes him seem slightly pathetic, but unable to make himself care when Jin's biting gently at his lip like that. He barely manages to mumble "end of the hallway" into Jin's mouth, but Jin understands him, and Yamapi almost stumbles when he's yanked away from the solidity of the door against his back. Jin pulls him towards the hall like it's natural, and as Yamapi desperately tries to get a grip on himself (he's not a schoolgirl, for god's sake, a little kiss shouldn't make him feel like that), he thinks that the scariest part of everything is that it is. It's natural, the way Jin's hand fits around his as he pulls him towards the bedroom. It's natural, the way he contrasts so much with everything in Yamapi's house--Jin is dark where the rooms are bright, Jin is artistically dirty where Yamapi's house is systematically clean. Even the slight awkwardness, the embarrassment with which Yamapi follows him feels natural, and that's as far as Yamapi can think before they enter his bedroom, and he knows that he won't be thinking anything for much longer.

He's right. Jin's on him the minute the door is closed and locked, hands slipping under his shirt, mouth leaving a hot trail down his neck. Yamapi's no stranger to sex, and as soon as he lets himself think about what he's doing as no more than sex with someone he finds attractive, he's just as active as Jin. He doesn't know if there are rules, places he can't touch or kiss, but when he slides his hands up underneath Jin's shirt and feels the warmth from Jin's skin flowing into him, he decides to stop worrying about it.

When they've both got their shirts off and Yamapi's on his back on the bed in less than five minutes, Yamapi guesses Jin's impatient. Still, his eagerness makes Yamapi smile (especially when it's eagerness to get his pants off), and even though it's weird to be on his back (he's slept with men before, but hardly anybody dares to try and top the famous Yamashita Tomohisa), he pushes his awkwardness aside and draws Jin into another kiss. Kissing Jin is addictive, he quickly finds--Jin kisses like honey, sweet and slow even when he's got his tongue in Yamapi's mouth. It should be a paradox, that someone so gritty on the outside can taste so perfect, but somehow, Yamapi gets the feeling that's just Jin.

part 5 (dear god)

(Anonymous) 2008-11-28 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Yamapi discovers a lot of things about Jin, in a very short amount of time. He learns that the rest of Jin's skin is just as soft as his side, that he's warm all over beneath Yamapi's fingers. He learns that Jin's hair is just as soft as it looks, undamaged from any sort of dye or relentless treatment. Jin likes his hair touched, Yamapi finds out, but not his collarbone, if the girlish shriek he lets out is any indication. Jin also likes making Yamapi make noise, and sounds that would have him flushed in embarrassment in front of anybody else are simply wordless methods of encouragement with Jin.

He also learns that Jin has a wicked mouth. Yamapi's gotten head more times than he can count--it's so much easier than sleeping with people left and right, not as dirty--but Jin blows (figuratively speaking) them all out of the water. The only way Yamapi can describe it is perfect. Jin's mouth fits around him perfectly, tight lips and a wet heat that has Yamapi arching his back and crying out. Jin doesn't tease him, every movement designed to bring him to the edge as hard and as fast as he can, and he succeeds.

Jin pulls away before he can come, and Yamapi almost yells violently in protest, but Jin's there to silence him with a kiss that's gentler than it ought to be. "How are we doing this?" he murmurs, and it takes a minute for Yamapi to figure out what he's asking (and another to work up the courage to answer).

"You," Yamapi begins, breathless as he reaches for Jin's jeans, fumbling to undo them. "You do it. To me." He's only half-aware of what he's saying, that he's asking for something he's only experienced once or twice before. The anticipation of the unknown sends a sliver of nervousness through him, but Jin's rocking against him in a way that's heavenly, so he ignores it. It's what he wants anyway, and here, in this room with this person, he's willing to accept that.

Jin's almost hesitant when he obeys, smoothing his fingers over Yamapi's thighs to part them. There's an inevitable moment of awkwardness as Yamapi slowly spreads his legs, but Jin goes out of his way to be gentle--he strokes Yamapi's legs as he eases them apart, leaving a trail of kisses along his upper body. It's relaxing, and even though Yamapi knows that's just part of the job, he appreciates it anyway. Despite the slight hesitation to Jin's movements before, there's no uncertainty in the way he slicks his fingers and pushes them into Yamapi.

It's over too soon, and Yamapi almost wants to protest when Jin pulls his hand away. He doesn't feel ready, not yet, but Jin's stroking him again, and all he can manage to do is open his mouth before Jin pushes into him. It's been a long time, and it burns, but like Jin can read his mind, he goes slowly, letting Yamapi's body accept him with the same reluctance Jin's accepted Yamapi's presence on his street. By the time Jin's fully inside him, Yamapi's forgotten about everything--about what this truly is, about what Jin truly is. About how it doesn't really mean anything, how the tender kisses and eager touches are just an act to make him feel wanted. He forgets about everything but the way Jin feels inside him, the perfection with which their bodies mold together. When Jin starts to move, it's all Yamapi can do to rake his nails down Jin's back, and somehow, that hiss of pleasure he gets in response is the key to loosening up his body.

It starts out good, and it only gets better. Yamapi clings to Jin like he can't let go, and Jin moves over him like he's a precious gift. They move in tandem, a sinful grind that's as fluid as a wave. It looks good and feels better, and jolts of pleasure crawl up Yamapi's body, making him squirm in a way that has Jin's voice rise in pitch. Yamapi's sentimental and he can't keep his mouth closed, breathless whispers of "Jin, Jin" slipping out as he presses his cheek against his pillow.

part 6

(Anonymous) 2008-11-28 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Somewhere along the line, Jin's face changes--his moans get a little rougher, his mouth opens a little more. With what little coherency he still possesses, Yamapi wonders if this is what Jin looks like when he's honestly enjoying himself, and when Jin calls out his name as he comes--Tomohisa, sweet and clear, and Yamapi doesn't even care--Yamapi dares to believe he's right. He doesn't try to think about how it makes his heart pound, coming harder than he has in a long, long time.

Jin lies on top of him for longer than really should, but Yamapi doesn't complain. Jin's body is soft and warm above him, and if it weren't for the sound of Jin breathing in his ear, he thinks he would have been out by now. He's dozing off, though, put at ease even by the presence of a stranger, and idly, Yamapi thinks he shouldn't be trusting so easily. And yet, when Jin finally speaks, when he starts to mumble something like, "about the money...", all Yamapi can do is whisper a "thank you" before he gives in to the pull of sleep.

When Yamapi wakes up, he's not surprised to find himself alone. He's disappointed, but he expected no less, and even though he knows he has places to be, all he does is curl up and pull his blanket more tightly around himself. He feels sad, almost, and pathetic for even thinking about feeling sad. He's frustrated with himself, for trusting Jin, for believing in him just because he'd been in a place Yamapi felt comfortable. Because he'd looked decent, even though Yamapi hadn't even asked if 'Jin' was his real name. But no matter how much Yamapi curses in his head, he can't really bring himself to blame Jin for his own stupidity, and that makes him feel even worse.

When he gets up, dragging himself out of bed still wrapped in his blanket (it's not like anyone's there to see him naked), it's the shock of his life to find Jin's still there. He's wearing Yamapi's clothes, things a little too big for him, and the shirt slips off his shoulder when he turns to face Yamapi. He looks entirely comfortable, standing there and making breakfast, and it's almost unnerving how perfectly he fits in. His hair is different, and when Yamapi waddles closer, he finds his skin looks different, too. The faint scent of kiwi reaches him, and he leans closer, identifying it as the smell of his shampoo.

"You fell asleep before I could get paid," Jin says, and even though it sounds plausible, Yamapi doubts that he'd be standing in the kitchen making waffles if it were the whole truth. He smiles, despite himself, and steps forward, resting his head on Jin's shoulder. Jin's skin feels clean, warm and fresh like he's just barely showered, and Yamapi assumes he found the hair dryer.

"I was hungry," Jin continues, sounding almost apologetic for using Yamapi's stuff, and when all he gets in response is an 'mmph', he snorts. "You're a lazy bum," he teases, and Yamapi huffs indignantly, but then Jin turns his head to the side, kissing him with the clear purpose of stopping him from giving a retort.

"For that, you're washing the dishes, too," Yamapi says when they pull apart, and Jin pouts in protest. The way his lower lip sticks out launches Yamapi into the memory of how that mouth felt around his cock the night before, and he stumbles back from Jin almost immediately, mumbling something about putting clothes on as he retreats to the safety of his bedroom.

It's scary, the force of the attraction he has to Jin. He's known for a while, about the physical attraction, but it's the mental one that Yamapi both longs for and fears. They could be friends, good friends, Yamapi knows--they talked more in the car ride back to Yamapi's house than Yamapi's spoken throughout entire days, before. Jin doesn't make anything uncomfortable, and even though the thought that everything about them is really a business transaction makes Yamapi uncomfortable, he can't help but put a little bit of blind faith into Jin. He wonders how ridiculous he'd seem, asking Jin if they could be friends.

part 7

(Anonymous) 2008-11-28 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Breakfast with Jin is the first time he's eaten a proper breakfast in his house in months. The waffles are a little too crisp and there's way too much syrup, but it's the best meal Yamapi's ever had. Jin eats like he's starving, and with a pang, Yamapi thinks of all the food he lets go to waste. He wonders if Jin even has a real job, or if prostitution is all he knows--all he's ever known.

"About the money," Jin starts again, when they're stuffed to the brim and five pounds heavier (at least, that's what it feels like). Jin's sprawled out in his chair, half-slumped with one leg propped up, but his expression betrays discomfort, and even embarrassment. "I didn't tell you the price or anything last night, and I know you come visit my street a lot, so if you--if you want to wait a little bit, then it's cool. I don't need it right away."

"Jin," Yamapi says slowly, awkwardly. He feels ridiculously girly again, the way he had last night, when he saw Jin smile. But it's now or never. "How much, I mean. If I wanted to see you more often. If. Could we-"

"Do you want to date me?" Jin asks, cutting him off, and he sounds and looks so surprised that Yamapi actually blushes. He opens his mouth to deny it, to tell Jin to forget about it, but Jin's leaning forward a little, looking at him with hope clearly mixed in with astonishment.

"What if I did?" Yamapi returns, and it's a petulant mumble (and ENTIRELY not what he meant to say), but Jin hears him anyway, and he practically knocks his chair over with how fast he stands up. For a moment, Yamapi thinks he's going to storm out, that he's ruined any and all chances of Jin slipping into his life again. But Jin doesn't leave, staring at him with hard, suspicious eyes that make Yamapi feel even worse.

"You want to be my friend," Jin clarifies, circling around the table to stand beside Yamapi, staring at him with that same unwavering gaze he'd had back before they'd spoken. "But you want to sleep with me a lot, too. For free. Is that what you're saying?"

"If you need money, I'll pay you extra for last night," Yamapi says, instead of answering his question. It's not like he doesn't have the money. "You stayed, you made breakfast. You were--" he clears his throat, uncomfortable, "--you were really. Nice. Last night. You didn't have to be. You went out of your way to make me comfortable, and I don't mind paying you as much as you need."

"But you want to be my friend," Jin repeats, and Yamapi wonders why he seems stuck on that. "Why? Why are you asking me for this? Most guys just fuck and kick me out." Yamapi flinches at his words, and he doesn't try to hide it. He's silent for a little while, seriously contemplating telling Jin to forget about it, but he's already blurted out what he wants, he might as well go all the way. And if Jin wants to laugh at him and leave, well. It's not like he'd know what he'd be missing.

"I'm lonely," he confesses, and it's not what he meant to say, but the words pour out of him like they've been waiting for a chance to escape. "I'm always around all these people I don't know and I feel like I can never be myself and I miss that and you, Jin, you--" he takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, his voice wavering with uncertainty he doesn't like to show. "Jin, you make me feel like myself again. And it's... it's been a long time since I've felt that way."

Jin's still staring at him when he finishes rambling, but when Yamapi glances up at him, he's met with a gaze that's more surprised than mistrusting. Jin doesn't look like he's ever been on the receiving end of such an outburst before, doesn't look like he knows what to do with it, and Yamapi feels even more embarrassed, if that's even possible. It feels like a century of uncomfortable silence passes between them, and Yamapi's about to throw out some excuse to retreat to his room again, but finally, Jin bends down, and surprises him with a kiss.

"I think you're overestimating me," Jin says as he pulls back, and when Yamapi meets his eyes, he feels like Jin's being honest with him. He really, really needs to stop putting so much trust into Jin, but there's something so clear and innocent in his eyes, he can't help it. "But... I guess if you really want to--"

part 8 (sobs)

(Anonymous) 2008-11-28 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
The words are barely out of Jin's mouth before Yamapi's kissing him again, one hand buried in his hair. It's a desperate kiss of gratitude, of relief, and Yamapi thinks that if he were a girl, he'd probably start crying right about now. There's a twist to his stomach that he doesn't understand, a ridiculous feeling of pleasure, caused by the thought of getting something he truly wants. Yamapi can't remember the last time he wanted something so honestly as he wants this, and he feels a little guilty, for forcing his own depression onto Jin. But Jin indulges him, climbing into his lap, and soon enough, the kiss leads to much more interesting things, and breakfast is forgotten.

Being whatever he is with Jin ("friends with benefits" seems so degrading, but "lovers" seems too intimate) is just as easy as sleeping with him was. Yamapi's busy like he always is, but he makes time to seek Jin out every day anyway, and even though he's far more tired than he was before, waking up tangled with Jin makes it all worth it. Time passes in a blur, and soon enough it's like Jin's always been a part of his life, practically living with him half the time. Jin still walks the streets, and even though it makes Yamapi uncomfortable, he doesn't want to take Jin away from what he knows, and he doesn't mention it.

It's cheesy and stupid, but Yamapi honestly feels like he's never been happier. Jin is a best friend and a lover and a brother all in one, all the people he's never really had in his life bundled into one. Jin's loud and obscene sometimes, he makes stupid jokes and wears Yamapi's clothes more than his own, and Yamapi can barely remember life without him. Somewhere along the line, Yamapi learns Jin's full name, and they both get a kick out of introducing him as "Akanishi-sama" on the rare occasions they go out together and get swarmed by Yamapi's fans.

It's too good, Yamapi knows, it won't last, but that doesn't stop him from trying to pretend like it will. He clings to Jin selfishly, trying to embed him into his life without being too obvious about it. He doesn't throw any more outbursts at Jin, but sometimes, he holds him a little tighter at night. He wants it to last, desperately, but it's like trying to hold onto smoke, and when Jin up and disappears from his life, he's shocked, yet bitterly unsurprised.

When he shows up at their street and doesn't see Jin for the first time, he already knows. But it's too sudden, too soon, and inwardly, Yamapi brushes it off to some excuse. Jin's sick, he thinks. Jin's been picked up early today, he'll be back soon. A voice in the back of his mind whispers "Jin doesn't need you, he's never needed you like you need him", but he ignores it, waiting beneath the tree, clinging to the watery hope that Jin will show up. He doesn't.

Yamapi goes to their street for a week before he's finally forced to accept the fact that Jin's not coming back. He tries not to act as depressed as he feels, and even though it's difficult, he manages. He's an actor, after all. It was inevitable. Life goes on, and all that--it's just that Jin's life, apparently, has moved on before Yamapi's has. Yamapi's life doesn't really go on at all, in truth. Instead, it goes backwards--he goes back life before Jin, to parties he doesn't enjoy and scripts he's not interested in, long days on set and longer nights by himself.

part 9

(Anonymous) 2008-11-28 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Yamapi's manager's name is Tomiura. They've known each other since the day Yamapi entered the acting scene, nine years old and jostled into a life he hadn't been ready for. He knows Yamapi like a parent, and even though he'd made a silent agreement with Jin to keep their little 'friendship' more of a secret than not, he ends up telling Tomiura everything, over a round of drinks and heartbreak. Tomiura doesn't judge him, doesn't tell him he's ridiculous for feeling the way he does, and if Yamapi ends up crying on his shoulder a little bit, well, no one will find out. Sometimes, Yamapi's truly appreciates his manager.

It takes courage, but at Tomiura's gentle prodding, Yamapi eventually takes him to the street. The street, the one he still goes to, even though Jin's no longer there. It's not as warm as it used to be, but it still has a familiarity, and the shift in his demeanor is obvious as soon as they arrive. Tomiura seems uncomfortable, but Yamapi just walks down the street like he belongs there, hands stuffed in the pockets of his expensive coat.

"Here," Yamapi says, stopping under the tree he's unofficially claimed. He rests a hand against it and sighs, waving a hand vaguely across the street. "He used to stand over there," he continues, eyes soft with nostalgia, even though it's only been a month, at best. "He always looked at me like he thought I was going to start setting fire to all these houses or something," he adds, in a soft chuckle. He can see those eyes, clear as day, hard and brown before they'd melted under Yamapi's overbearing demands for friendship. "And then he just came over one day. I don't know why."

When he turns to look at Tomiura, he's surprised to find his manager isn't facing him, isn't even looking at him. Instead, he's gazing at one of the houses across the street, peeling brown trim and walls that used to be white. It looks pretty much like the other houses along the block, though the grass is a little bit healthier, and Tomiura points at it, glancing at Yamapi. "Do you recognize that house?"

Yamapi shakes his head, looking curious. "That was your house, when you were a kid," Tomiura says, and Yamapi just stares at him, uncomprehending. "Before your mother cast you in that first movie. I'm not surprised you don't remember it, you'd only lived there a couple of years. Your mother didn't feel comfortable with you in a neighborhood like this, especially after you debuted."

Yamapi stares at the house in front of them, but no matter how hard he looks, nothing jogs his memory. He shrugs helplessly, but his manager just smiles at him, patting him on his shoulder. "You said this place felt like home," he says, and Yamapi doesn't remember that, but considering he'd been more than slightly tipsy when he'd made his confession, he's not all that surprised. "At least now you know why."

On some level, Yamapi knows his manager has a point. He may not remember his time here, walking these streets the way Jin has his entire life, but that doesn't mean he's lost his connection to this place--there's got to be a reason he keeps coming back, after all. He's always known that he doesn't keep finding his way here by coincidence. He's lived his acting life longer, but this was his original stage, all those years ago.

But more than that, Yamapi knows Tomiura is wrong. It's not his past that makes this place feel like home to him. It's what brought him here, but it's not why he stays. Jin is. Always has been, even before they spoke that first time. Jin's the reason Yamapi keeps coming back, especially now that he's gone. The streets smell like a watered-down version of Jin, a little dirtier, maybe, but just as potent. This is all he's got to remind him, and it's what he'll take.

"I knew him," Yamapi says suddenly, straightening up. His eyes are wide, and even as he speaks, he's not quite sure where it's coming from. "He's lived here his whole life, and I--I knew him, didn't I?" He can feel it, he thinks, a tiny shard of glass in the back of his mind, too faint and too long ago to polish. He turns wide eyes on his manager, and it's Tomiura's turn to look helpless.

"I don't know," he says, sounding genuinely sad that he can't help. "I didn't know your friends. You have to find that out yourself."

part 10 lkfhalksf

(Anonymous) 2008-11-28 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Yamapi tries. He really does. He calls his mother, but she's been taking care of his sister during his pregnancy and it's frazzled her concentration. He digs through what little school things he has left, pictures, yearbooks, anything, but they were only children, and Yamapi hadn't stayed long enough to graduate at that school, even if Jin had been his classmate. In some ways, finding nothing to connect them is more depressing than finding out Jin had disappeared on him, but he clings to that hope anyway.

In the end, it's Jin who finds him again, not the other way around. He's standing on Yamapi's doorstep when Yamapi gets home from filming one night, hovering in a way that makes him look like wants to leave. If Yamapi hadn't been so busy staring at him, making sure he isn't hallucinating, he would have felt sad. As it is, he can't take his eyes off Jin, taking one, two, three steps towards him. They're quiet for a long time, and it reminds Yamapi of their first meeting. He looks just as beautiful as he did then, this time in a warm black coat Yamapi remembers giving him because it had shrunk in the wash. His hair is a little bit longer, curling slightly at the ends, and his cheeks are a faint shade of pink from standing out in the cold.

"You really need to stop hanging out on my street," Jin says eventually, breaking the silence between them. "I can't work when you're always there. People will think you do what I do."

When Yamapi opens his mouth, he means to ask, "You saw me?". "I knew you," is what he blurts out, and even though it's not what he meant, he plows ahead anyway. He's always doing things he doesn't mean to do around Jin anyway. "I--I think. There's a house--that white and brown one, and I lived there for a little while. I. We might have. I might have known you." His voice trails off into a mumble as Jin keeps staring at him, and he shuffles, playing with his keys. It's going to snow soon, he knows, but he doesn't move to unlock the door.

"You have a really shitty memory," Jin says eventually, and Yamapi dares to lift his head, gazing at him with so much hope that Jin actually fidgets from the intensity of it. "I was wondering if you'd ever remember. You're an asshole, Pi."

Pi. No one's ever called him that, not on the acting scene. It's 'Yamashita-san' or 'Yamashita-kun', sometimes 'Yamapi' if it's people he's actually somewhat close with. For the life of him, he can't remember anyone referring to his as Pi, but when Jin says it, it's like that's how it's always been. "I know we knew each other," Jin's saying, and Yamapi snaps back to listen. "But you're this big shot actor, right? We were, like, nine, Pi. It's not the same anymore."

"But I love you," Yamapi says, and fuck it, he just needs a new brain-to-mouth filter specifically designed for Jin. Jin's giving him that look again, and he averts his eyes, trying to bulldoze over it. "Why can't it be the same? What does it matter if I live here and you live there? Jin, we--don't you think it means something that we ran into each other again? We're different now, but--"

"But, nothing," Jin says, and Yamapi's never heard his voice like this. It's clipped, tense, and his shoulders are shaking, like he's trying desperately to hold himself back. No wonder it's always been so easy to read Jin, Yamapi thinks vaguely. He's already had a few years of practice. "But nothing. You're you and I'm me and we don't mix. You think I don't know what I would do to your career? To your life?"

"But I love you," Yamapi says again, and this time it's intentional. Jin shakes his head, but Yamapi doesn't let him protest, stepping forward and placing both hands firmly on his face. "I fucking love you, you bastard, and you already ditched me for a whole month, so don't you dare argue with me over this." He takes a deep breath, musters the rest of his courage, and looks straight at Jin. "I need you, goddammit. Don't make me watch you disappear again."

part 11 (END OH GOD)

(Anonymous) 2008-11-28 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Jin's silent, rueful, staring at him like a child that's been scolded. But Yamapi's gaze, for the first time, is unwavering, and he doesn't let Jin go until he feels the tension drain out of his body. Only then does he dare to pull Jin into a hug, paparazzi and celebrity restrictions be damned. "You ditched me first," Jin eventually mumbles into his chest, but his arms rise to wrap around Yamapi anyway.

Yamapi chuckles. "I was nine," he says fondly. "It doesn't count."

"It counts," Jin argues, lifting his head as they pull apart. "It counts because I missed you." When Yamapi just smiles and shakes his head, Jin reaches out, for once wearing his honesty on his face. "I didn't really come here to tell you to get off my street," he admits. "I wanted an excuse to see you."

"Idiot," Yamapi tells him, trying to look annoyed and failing miserably. "You're the one who left."

"I know," Jin tells him. Snowflakes have started to fall, and they dust Jin's hair like little stars. "That's why I needed an excuse."

When he pulls Yamapi close again, they kiss. An "I love you too" is brushed against his lips, just barely whispered loud enough for Yamapi to hear. But it's all Yamapi needs, and when he wraps his arms around Jin a second time, he doesn't plan on letting go.

This, Yamapi thinks, standing out in the cold, wrapped up in everything Jin, this is what it's like to be home.

Re: part 11 (END OH GOD)

[identity profile] myxstorie.livejournal.com 2008-11-28 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
(Not the original requester, but amazed anyway!)

O______________O OMG That was EPIC! I was reading it in my inbox as the mails came through earlier, and I kept thinking 'right, she'll be done now' and ANOTHER ONE APPEARED *__* Congrats for the dedication XDD And this was so lovely! I adored the Akame-prostitute fic, but this was so much sweeter because obviously PIN ♥ And I LOVE how you made them childhood friends, that was awesome! It was like all the sweet, fluffy 'he felt like he belonged' stuff wasn't just for filler like in lots of other fics ♥♥ And Jin turning up at the end and being so Jin, and Pi being so densely Pi, and snow and fluff and in case you hadn't guessed already I LOVED IT ♥

Re: part 11 (END OH GOD)

[identity profile] crystallekil.livejournal.com 2008-11-28 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
i can't even log out for this. oh my stars. even if i didn't already know who you were, i would have known simply by the writing. your wording is so clear and precise that i could see everything behind my eyes. DON'T EVER APOLOGIZE FOR GOING ABOVE AND BEYOND LIKE THIS.

pin. PIN. AND THEY KNEW EACH OTHER. CRIES. yamapi wanted jin to top. WAFFLES. actual conflict. yamapi's manager is good people.

... you knocked up rina. i am highly amused.

i am thankful for this fic and i love you even more. <3333

Re: part 11 (END OH GOD)

(Anonymous) 2008-11-28 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
*___________________* this is so amazing. asj;dlgkjlaskd just so hot and so cute and so Pin. a;lskdgjla Just really very lovely. ♥♥♥♥♥

Re: part 11 (END OH GOD)

[identity profile] saturnianlove.livejournal.com 2008-11-28 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
;___; so happy. and jeeze, is it ever obvious who this is, hahaha. I kept checking your journal waiting for a new pin fic in light of recent events-!!

Re: part 11 (END OH GOD)

[identity profile] anamuan.livejournal.com 2008-11-29 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
i love this! and you! but you knew that already.


*still wibbling*

Re: part 11 (END OH GOD)

[identity profile] ky-rin.livejournal.com 2008-11-29 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
amazing. I would have know it was you, too. ♥ I love the way your writing is so involved, and straight and true to the heart. ♥

Re: part 11 (END OH GOD)

[identity profile] kriszeth.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
wow, this is so... wow. and just for the record. i don't read pin, period, but this was beautiful and askasd... i'm also curious about the akame au prostitute fic, so can i ask where can i read it?

Re: part 11 (END OH GOD)

(Anonymous) 2008-12-01 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Sure, the Akame AU is here. (http://soundczech.livejournal.com/103821.html) :3
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Re: part 11 (END OH GOD)

[identity profile] spurious.livejournal.com 2008-12-02 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
oh, my heart.
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