at first i was writing medical interns, then it got really serious. XD lolol So i revamped this and changed it! Hopefully it'll be okay. lol
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Yamapi grins as he punches out his cigarette upon seeing Jin round the corner. He lifts up his camera, taking a picture; Jin blinks into the flash, stumbling forward.
"Shit, Yamashita," he hisses, managing to get to Yamapi without knocking into another person--he does end up knocking into another journalist, but it's not as though Jin really minds. "That wasn't necessary."
"Late again, Akanishi," Yamapi smirks. "I think you missed the story."
Jin rolls his eyes. "You're just pissy because even if you get here early, I'm still better than you."
Yamapi scoffs, but he knows the truth in Jin's words. They've both been journalists for the same amount of time (Yamapi a little longer even if he's younger--but mainly because he knew what he wanted to do from a young age), but Jin's stories have always been a touch better than Yamapi's--whether it be more emotional or have more impact or just more. Yamapi can't quite figure it out, but he acknowledges it all the same. "Only you would say so arrogantly that you're better than someone Especially when it's wrong."
Jin gives him a cheeky grin before the people holding the press conference--some new company going public with this innovative product--start it, calling everyone's attention, even his. "Hope you can find a good story out of your ass," Jin says over his shoulder before he moves to the front, his notepad already out and ready.
Yamapi rolls his eyes and moves to join in. "Always the potty mouth," he hisses as he tries to pay attention to the information they're giving.
"In more than one way," Jin retorts with a sideways glance. Yamapi scowls while Jin laughs a little, his hand going up when they start calling for questions.
"When you say that this is going to improve our lives, you failed to mention exactly in what areas," Jin says when they call on him. "From what I've seen, all it can do is regurgitate information that you can just as easily look at in print."
Yamapi stares, a little peeved that somehow, Jin had gotten the one-up over him and he starts to formulate questions of his own in his head.
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Sometimes, Yamapi wonders if he just falls asleep and his body just automatically goes about the day--because Yamapi can't remember how he got inside a broom closet, Jin pressed up against him with his hands buried deep inside Yamapi's clothes, yearning for skin--getting his wish.
"Shit," Jin hisses as he grinds against Yamapi. Yamapi has to hide his groan, instead leaning his head back and hearing the clatter of what has to be cleaning products falling to the floor. He winces, wondering if they could get more obvious that they were up to something--but then, Jin plunges his hands inside Yamapi's pants and he loses all sense of caring.
Technically, they're supposed to be enemies. Technically, they work as opposing journalist for different newspapers: Yamapi works for NewS Express while Jin works for DUES--Daily Universal Expose Syndication. Technically, they don't see each other as anything other than someone they see occasionally at assignments--because, no matter what, Yamapi and Jin always seem to end up with the same places. Technically, Yamapi and Jin shouldn't have any connection--other than they had a class in college together.
But, that's too many technicalities that just aren't at all accurate--no, they didn't follow technicalities.
No, they were stupid and tried to defy the odds--even if nobody else knew.
That's why, when Yamapi goes slack, he's okay with leaning against Jin, exhaling against Jin's throat. Jin chuckles, body shaking and his throat rumbling against Yamapi.
"I think you're late for work," Jin mumbles.
"Yeah, I don't really care," Yamapi snorts, sighing again as he leans against the wall behind him. Jin grins.
"What if that was my plan all around?"
"Then I applaud you for even coming up with one," Yamapi retorts, trying to straighten out his shirt. "But thanks for reminding me. I should get to work before Koyama calls me up and asks what I'm up to."
Part 1ser
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Yamapi grins as he punches out his cigarette upon seeing Jin round the corner. He lifts up his camera, taking a picture; Jin blinks into the flash, stumbling forward.
"Shit, Yamashita," he hisses, managing to get to Yamapi without knocking into another person--he does end up knocking into another journalist, but it's not as though Jin really minds. "That wasn't necessary."
"Late again, Akanishi," Yamapi smirks. "I think you missed the story."
Jin rolls his eyes. "You're just pissy because even if you get here early, I'm still better than you."
Yamapi scoffs, but he knows the truth in Jin's words. They've both been journalists for the same amount of time (Yamapi a little longer even if he's younger--but mainly because he knew what he wanted to do from a young age), but Jin's stories have always been a touch better than Yamapi's--whether it be more emotional or have more impact or just more. Yamapi can't quite figure it out, but he acknowledges it all the same. "Only you would say so arrogantly that you're better than someone Especially when it's wrong."
Jin gives him a cheeky grin before the people holding the press conference--some new company going public with this innovative product--start it, calling everyone's attention, even his. "Hope you can find a good story out of your ass," Jin says over his shoulder before he moves to the front, his notepad already out and ready.
Yamapi rolls his eyes and moves to join in. "Always the potty mouth," he hisses as he tries to pay attention to the information they're giving.
"In more than one way," Jin retorts with a sideways glance. Yamapi scowls while Jin laughs a little, his hand going up when they start calling for questions.
"When you say that this is going to improve our lives, you failed to mention exactly in what areas," Jin says when they call on him. "From what I've seen, all it can do is regurgitate information that you can just as easily look at in print."
Yamapi stares, a little peeved that somehow, Jin had gotten the one-up over him and he starts to formulate questions of his own in his head.
--
Sometimes, Yamapi wonders if he just falls asleep and his body just automatically goes about the day--because Yamapi can't remember how he got inside a broom closet, Jin pressed up against him with his hands buried deep inside Yamapi's clothes, yearning for skin--getting his wish.
"Shit," Jin hisses as he grinds against Yamapi. Yamapi has to hide his groan, instead leaning his head back and hearing the clatter of what has to be cleaning products falling to the floor. He winces, wondering if they could get more obvious that they were up to something--but then, Jin plunges his hands inside Yamapi's pants and he loses all sense of caring.
Technically, they're supposed to be enemies. Technically, they work as opposing journalist for different newspapers: Yamapi works for NewS Express while Jin works for DUES--Daily Universal Expose Syndication. Technically, they don't see each other as anything other than someone they see occasionally at assignments--because, no matter what, Yamapi and Jin always seem to end up with the same places. Technically, Yamapi and Jin shouldn't have any connection--other than they had a class in college together.
But, that's too many technicalities that just aren't at all accurate--no, they didn't follow technicalities.
No, they were stupid and tried to defy the odds--even if nobody else knew.
That's why, when Yamapi goes slack, he's okay with leaning against Jin, exhaling against Jin's throat. Jin chuckles, body shaking and his throat rumbling against Yamapi.
"I think you're late for work," Jin mumbles.
"Yeah, I don't really care," Yamapi snorts, sighing again as he leans against the wall behind him. Jin grins.
"What if that was my plan all around?"
"Then I applaud you for even coming up with one," Yamapi retorts, trying to straighten out his shirt. "But thanks for reminding me. I should get to work before Koyama calls me up and asks what I'm up to."