at least, Jin was pretty sure they did: no one in the class was ever completely sure what anyone else was saying when they spoke together in English i love this.
AND THEN OH GOD YOU MADE IT DEPRESSING. T_____T
By chance, it's their day off, a Saturday. Two months ago, Kame would never even have considered this. A month ago, he would have considered it and laughed at himself. If nothing else comes of it, it can at least serve as a testament to how so much can change so quickly.
He doesn't notice his hands are shaking until he reaches out and rings the doorbell. Immediate footsteps, on the other side; Kame clutches the package in his right hand more tightly and stuffs his left in the pocket of his jeans, so that when Jin opens the door, he looks almost casual.
"Kame," Jin says, surprised. His voice is a little scratchy, sleep-muddled, even though it’s already past eleven. Kame can't help noticing with foolish pleasure that now it's his nickname that automatically comes to Jin's lips again.
“Hi,” he says idiotically, and then, “Good morning.”
Jin looks puzzled, but not tense. He has one hand on the doorframe; he leans against it, tips his head to one side. “Morning,” he says, with a little yawn. Kame wants to stroke the hair back from his face, kiss his forehead, cheekbones, the corners of his mouth, the corners of his eyes.
Blissfully unaware of Kame’s thoughts, Jin says, “You’re not here to drag me to work, right?” There’s the beginning of a laugh lurking just under his voice. A month ago it wouldn’t have been a joke. Kame should laugh, to show he understands, but his chest is too tight.
“Um,” he says and clears his throat. He makes a meaningless little gesture with the hand holding the package. “I actually. I have something for you.”
Jin blinks twice. “Something for me?” he repeats.
Kame holds out the box, and Jin takes it automatically and turns it over, curious. In Jin’s hands, it suddenly looks absurd: a plain little box wrapped only in shiny white paper, both too little and too much.
“What – ” Jin starts to say, still looking at the box, and Kame cuts him off.
“It’s White Day,” he says.
Jin looks up quickly.
His eyes are startled. His mouth’s fallen open, just a bit. Everyone says Jin is an open book, but Kame’s never found it easy to know what he’s thinking. He holds his breath, and waits.
A smile creeps up Jin’s mouth. It’s a different note, a different tone, one that makes Kame’s heart beat double time.
"Thanks," Jin says. "Want to come in?"
Kame nods and steps over the threshold yes. i went there. i quoted the entire thing back at you.
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at least, Jin was pretty sure they did: no one in the class was ever completely sure what anyone else was saying when they spoke together in English
i love this.
AND THEN OH GOD YOU MADE IT DEPRESSING. T_____T
By chance, it's their day off, a Saturday. Two months ago, Kame would never even have considered this. A month ago, he would have considered it and laughed at himself. If nothing else comes of it, it can at least serve as a testament to how so much can change so quickly.
He doesn't notice his hands are shaking until he reaches out and rings the doorbell. Immediate footsteps, on the other side; Kame clutches the package in his right hand more tightly and stuffs his left in the pocket of his jeans, so that when Jin opens the door, he looks almost casual.
"Kame," Jin says, surprised. His voice is a little scratchy, sleep-muddled, even though it’s already past eleven. Kame can't help noticing with foolish pleasure that now it's his nickname that automatically comes to Jin's lips again.
“Hi,” he says idiotically, and then, “Good morning.”
Jin looks puzzled, but not tense. He has one hand on the doorframe; he leans against it, tips his head to one side. “Morning,” he says, with a little yawn. Kame wants to stroke the hair back from his face, kiss his forehead, cheekbones, the corners of his mouth, the corners of his eyes.
Blissfully unaware of Kame’s thoughts, Jin says, “You’re not here to drag me to work, right?” There’s the beginning of a laugh lurking just under his voice. A month ago it wouldn’t have been a joke. Kame should laugh, to show he understands, but his chest is too tight.
“Um,” he says and clears his throat. He makes a meaningless little gesture with the hand holding the package. “I actually. I have something for you.”
Jin blinks twice. “Something for me?” he repeats.
Kame holds out the box, and Jin takes it automatically and turns it over, curious. In Jin’s hands, it suddenly looks absurd: a plain little box wrapped only in shiny white paper, both too little and too much.
“What – ” Jin starts to say, still looking at the box, and Kame cuts him off.
“It’s White Day,” he says.
Jin looks up quickly.
His eyes are startled. His mouth’s fallen open, just a bit. Everyone says Jin is an open book, but Kame’s never found it easy to know what he’s thinking. He holds his breath, and waits.
A smile creeps up Jin’s mouth. It’s a different note, a different tone, one that makes Kame’s heart beat double time.
"Thanks," Jin says. "Want to come in?"
Kame nods and steps over the threshold
yes. i went there. i quoted the entire thing back at you.