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chineseinkChristmas Drabbles 2005
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Pairing: Jin/Kame [KAT-TUN]
Thank You
Jin pushed his hair back from his face tiredly and slumped back into the couch. There was only so much he could take. Ten consecutive hours of running around on this set was stressful. Especially because, frankly, he didn’t give a damn about this commercial. Sure, it’d bring them more recognition. Their faces would be broadcast to more people. And maybe when the finally debuted, it’d bring in more fans.
But right now? Jin couldn’t care less. He was exhausted, thirsty, hungry, and irritated. The make-up itched, especially because he probably had seventeen layers of it on by now, what with the constant “touch-ups” throughout the day, and he wanted out of these ridiculous “designer” clothes and back into a sweatshirt and a pair of comfortable, well-worn jeans. Was it too much to ask?
He smiled bitterly. Of course it was. Great sacrifices were demanded out of any Johnny’s member, but since KAT-TUN was ranked up there at the top of all the juniors, their expectations were higher than for anyone else.
Sometimes Jin was just so tired of it all.
Sometimes he just wanted to eat a decent meal and get more than five hours of sleep a night. Sometimes he wanted to be able to go out without having to worry who was following him and if he was wearing the right thing, going to the right places, seeing the right people. Sometimes he wanted to be able to hug his best friend without the strain of knowing all the rumors it would cause.
He missed Kame.
They weren’t nearly as close as they used to be and it hurt. Jin knew people changed. He’d changed since he’d first met Kame all those years ago, since KAT-TUN had formed and were awkward juniors with great potential. Now that KAT-TUN had pretty much outgrown Johnny’s in all way except one—that damned debut, Jin thought angrily—he and Kame had drifted apart. They were still friends, of course. It was nearly impossible to be in a business like this and survive without getting along with group members but…it wasn’t the same.
Jin’s stomach lurched slightly when the couch dipped, Kame flopping down beside him.
“Water?” Kame offered, handing him a bottle.
“Thanks,” said Jin, taking it and watching Kame stretch, shirt riding up to expose his stomach. Four years, he thought, since the beginning of KAT-TUN. Seven years since he’d first met Kame when they’d both been short and clueless and inexperienced. Memories of sheepish grins and voices breaking through puberty flashed through his mind. Laughter and stupid jokes and good-natured teasing.
Now Kame rarely even smiled at him and when he did, it was perfunctory and insincere, like the smiles he offered the cameras.
“Hey,” said Jin, after swigging back two long swallows of cool water.
Kame glanced at him. “Yeah?” he prompted, when Jin didn’t immediately continue.
Staring momentarily at the water bottle in his hands, trying to collect his thoughts, Jin finally looked up. He offered the other boy a tired but sincere smile. “Ehh, it’s been a long shoot, huh? I’m beat.” He took a breath and carefully expelled it as he bumped his shoulder into Kame’s. “How you holding up?”
Kame looked surprised at the question. “Alright, alright,” he answered, giving a short little laugh as he rolled his shoulders back, trying to relieve the tension in his muscles. Then he bumped Jin back, an unreadable look in his eyes. “Thanks for asking,” he said quietly.
Jin relaxed almost imperceptibly. Maybe, he thought, all was not lost.
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Posted: 12.24.2005
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veritePairing: Jin/Kame [KAT-TUN]
Thank You
Jin pushed his hair back from his face tiredly and slumped back into the couch. There was only so much he could take. Ten consecutive hours of running around on this set was stressful. Especially because, frankly, he didn’t give a damn about this commercial. Sure, it’d bring them more recognition. Their faces would be broadcast to more people. And maybe when the finally debuted, it’d bring in more fans.
But right now? Jin couldn’t care less. He was exhausted, thirsty, hungry, and irritated. The make-up itched, especially because he probably had seventeen layers of it on by now, what with the constant “touch-ups” throughout the day, and he wanted out of these ridiculous “designer” clothes and back into a sweatshirt and a pair of comfortable, well-worn jeans. Was it too much to ask?
He smiled bitterly. Of course it was. Great sacrifices were demanded out of any Johnny’s member, but since KAT-TUN was ranked up there at the top of all the juniors, their expectations were higher than for anyone else.
Sometimes Jin was just so tired of it all.
Sometimes he just wanted to eat a decent meal and get more than five hours of sleep a night. Sometimes he wanted to be able to go out without having to worry who was following him and if he was wearing the right thing, going to the right places, seeing the right people. Sometimes he wanted to be able to hug his best friend without the strain of knowing all the rumors it would cause.
He missed Kame.
They weren’t nearly as close as they used to be and it hurt. Jin knew people changed. He’d changed since he’d first met Kame all those years ago, since KAT-TUN had formed and were awkward juniors with great potential. Now that KAT-TUN had pretty much outgrown Johnny’s in all way except one—that damned debut, Jin thought angrily—he and Kame had drifted apart. They were still friends, of course. It was nearly impossible to be in a business like this and survive without getting along with group members but…it wasn’t the same.
Jin’s stomach lurched slightly when the couch dipped, Kame flopping down beside him.
“Water?” Kame offered, handing him a bottle.
“Thanks,” said Jin, taking it and watching Kame stretch, shirt riding up to expose his stomach. Four years, he thought, since the beginning of KAT-TUN. Seven years since he’d first met Kame when they’d both been short and clueless and inexperienced. Memories of sheepish grins and voices breaking through puberty flashed through his mind. Laughter and stupid jokes and good-natured teasing.
Now Kame rarely even smiled at him and when he did, it was perfunctory and insincere, like the smiles he offered the cameras.
“Hey,” said Jin, after swigging back two long swallows of cool water.
Kame glanced at him. “Yeah?” he prompted, when Jin didn’t immediately continue.
Staring momentarily at the water bottle in his hands, trying to collect his thoughts, Jin finally looked up. He offered the other boy a tired but sincere smile. “Ehh, it’s been a long shoot, huh? I’m beat.” He took a breath and carefully expelled it as he bumped his shoulder into Kame’s. “How you holding up?”
Kame looked surprised at the question. “Alright, alright,” he answered, giving a short little laugh as he rolled his shoulders back, trying to relieve the tension in his muscles. Then he bumped Jin back, an unreadable look in his eyes. “Thanks for asking,” he said quietly.
Jin relaxed almost imperceptibly. Maybe, he thought, all was not lost.
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Posted: 12.24.2005
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