Yamapi feels at ease even when minutes pass in complete silence, neither doing anything expect staring off at the other until Yamapi finally breaks it with a quiet, “I’m sorry.”
Jin sits up straighter and tilts his head. “What for?” he asks.
“For, fuck, everything, Jin,” Yamapi says. “For not listening to you, for beating the crap out of you, for not letting you help, for not realizing that you understand more than anyone, for—”
“Okay, stop, stop,” Jin says quickly, looking flustered. “You’re just making me embarrassed, now.”
“It’s the truth,” Yamapi insists.
“Pi,” Jin says, sliding off the bed and walking around to stand before him. “I don’t fucking care about any of that anymore.” He smiles. “I’m just glad you’re all right now.” He pauses. “You are all right now, aren’t you?”
Yamapi nods, smiling. “Yeah, I’m all right.”
“Good,” Jin says with a grin, slinging an arm around Yamapi’s shoulders. “Because I’ve missed my best friend.”
Yamapi feels his heart swell with warmth. “I guess I’ve missed you, too,” he returns.
Jin nudges him in the ribs with an elbow. “Lies,” he declares. “I know for a fact that you asked Ryo-chan all the time about how I was. I say you missed me lots.”
Yamapi flushes and shoves him away. Laughing, Jin falls onto his bed and pulls Yamapi down with him. They lay beside each other in comfortable silence, and Yamapi is almost content enough to just fall asleep like this when Jin says, “Next time, don’t shut me out, okay?”
“Okay,” Yamapi says immediately. “Though I don’t think there’ll ever be a next time.”
“Even better,” Jin says. “You really had me worried to death.”
“I’m sorry,” Yamapi replies earnestly.
Jin shifts to lie on his side, looks at Yamapi and says, “How long are you in L.A. for? Are you staying for my concerts?”
Yamapi leans up on his elbows, shakes his head. “I think I need to go back to Japan now,” he says. “I have a lot to make up for.”
“Unless management said you died in a freak accident or something,” Jin remarks darkly.
“You don’t know what they said?”
“No, I refused to listen to any of that shit. I didn’t read the papers or magazines and ignored the stations that were talking about it,” Jin says.
“Why?” Yamapi questions.
Jin pins him with an intense look and replies, “Because I knew you’d come back.”
Happiness tingles up and down Yamapi’s spine at those words, at Jin’s never-ending faith in him, and he replies, “Thanks, Jin.”
Jin beams and says, “So you’ll stay right? Watch my concerts? You’re probably dead in Japan, anyway, a few more weeks here won’t kill you much.”
Laughing, Yamapi nods. “Okay,” he agrees, resting his head onto a pillow. His belly flops around pleasantly as Jin curls up beside him, and Yamapi thinks that from now on, no matter what happens, as long as he’s able to have Jin with him, he’ll be all right. Out of everything that’s happened in the past two months, this is the lesson he’ll forever remember.
~ OP-san, sorry for the abrupt ending and just fail in general. I really hope it's sort of close to what you wanted. DX
10/10!!! omg
Jin sits up straighter and tilts his head. “What for?” he asks.
“For, fuck, everything, Jin,” Yamapi says. “For not listening to you, for beating the crap out of you, for not letting you help, for not realizing that you understand more than anyone, for—”
“Okay, stop, stop,” Jin says quickly, looking flustered. “You’re just making me embarrassed, now.”
“It’s the truth,” Yamapi insists.
“Pi,” Jin says, sliding off the bed and walking around to stand before him. “I don’t fucking care about any of that anymore.” He smiles. “I’m just glad you’re all right now.” He pauses. “You are all right now, aren’t you?”
Yamapi nods, smiling. “Yeah, I’m all right.”
“Good,” Jin says with a grin, slinging an arm around Yamapi’s shoulders. “Because I’ve missed my best friend.”
Yamapi feels his heart swell with warmth. “I guess I’ve missed you, too,” he returns.
Jin nudges him in the ribs with an elbow. “Lies,” he declares. “I know for a fact that you asked Ryo-chan all the time about how I was. I say you missed me lots.”
Yamapi flushes and shoves him away. Laughing, Jin falls onto his bed and pulls Yamapi down with him. They lay beside each other in comfortable silence, and Yamapi is almost content enough to just fall asleep like this when Jin says, “Next time, don’t shut me out, okay?”
“Okay,” Yamapi says immediately. “Though I don’t think there’ll ever be a next time.”
“Even better,” Jin says. “You really had me worried to death.”
“I’m sorry,” Yamapi replies earnestly.
Jin shifts to lie on his side, looks at Yamapi and says, “How long are you in L.A. for? Are you staying for my concerts?”
Yamapi leans up on his elbows, shakes his head. “I think I need to go back to Japan now,” he says. “I have a lot to make up for.”
“Unless management said you died in a freak accident or something,” Jin remarks darkly.
“You don’t know what they said?”
“No, I refused to listen to any of that shit. I didn’t read the papers or magazines and ignored the stations that were talking about it,” Jin says.
“Why?” Yamapi questions.
Jin pins him with an intense look and replies, “Because I knew you’d come back.”
Happiness tingles up and down Yamapi’s spine at those words, at Jin’s never-ending faith in him, and he replies, “Thanks, Jin.”
Jin beams and says, “So you’ll stay right? Watch my concerts? You’re probably dead in Japan, anyway, a few more weeks here won’t kill you much.”
Laughing, Yamapi nods. “Okay,” he agrees, resting his head onto a pillow. His belly flops around pleasantly as Jin curls up beside him, and Yamapi thinks that from now on, no matter what happens, as long as he’s able to have Jin with him, he’ll be all right. Out of everything that’s happened in the past two months, this is the lesson he’ll forever remember.
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OP-san, sorry for the abrupt ending and just fail in general. I really hope it's sort of close to what you wanted. DX