Yamapi finds himself in front of Jin's apartment--a place he had actually not gone to often, as Jin went to Yamapi's place more. ("Because yours is actually clean," Jin explains with a hint of a whine. "Maybe if you got a maid, Bakanishi.") He probably spends about two minutes just standing there, at a loss for why he's actually there until he raises his hand and presses the doorbell.
"Coming!"
Yamapi spends a second wondering if he has enough time to run before Jin gets there, but the next second, the door opens and Yamapi comes face to face with a scruffy Jin who only has on his boxer shorts.
Jin stares at Yamapi, and all Yamapi can think is that he wishes Jin would get it over with--would just say something. "Say something," Yamapi ends up blurting out, a little embarrassed as Jin's eyes narrow.
"Why are you here?"
"I." Yamapi pauses. "Because I want to be."
Jin stares at him before sighing, scratching the back of his head as he pushes the door farther open to let Yamapi into his apartment. Yamapi doesn't move until Jin's already walking back inside. He takes steps inside, closing the door behind him, trying to breathe as he watches Jin's back.
When Jin sits down on the couch, Yamapi doesn't find it in him to actually follow, to sit down as well, so instead he stands awkwardly by the television and just waits.
Jin's eyes flicker in his direction before he sighs. "Are you going to sit down?" Jin asks, eyebrow raised.
"I don't know. Should I?"
Jin rolls his eyes. 'I can't give you answers to everything, Yamashita. For once, have the balls to make your own decisions."
"That's what I've been doing," Yamapi snaps. "For once, why don't you actually say what you want."
Jin stares then stands up and walks over to Yamapi, putting his hands firmly on Yamapi's shoulders before pulling Yamapi towards him and pressing his lips against Yamapi's. This is familiar; Jin's lips are warm and wet against his and Yamapi can feel Jin's heart pounding against his--skin warm underneath his fingers--he doesn't even know when he put his hands on JIn's chest for that matter.
When Jin pulls back, Yamapi thinks he's forgotten to breathe. "Is this your answer?" Yamapi asks.
Jin laughs. "I guess I need to tell you again, huh?" Jin leans in and against his lips, Yamapi mumbles a "I always did like hearing something twice."
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"What happened to that girl you were with?" Yamapi asks, leaning back on Jin's bed.
JIn shrugs. "I think she was only with me because I knew English and Japanese. Easier to get around."
Yamapi pauses, before risking it. "You guys weren't serious?"
"Stupid. I haven't been serious with anyone but you." Jin presses his fingers lightly on Yamapi's arm--like it's a sign of how serious he is. Yamapi licks his lips before shifting in the bed, tangling his fingers with Jin's.
"Did you know that everyone already knows about us?" Yamapi asks, just to change the subject. Jin laughs, the bed shaking with his laughter.
"You were the only one that thought it was still a secret, you know."
"Are you serious? Why didn't you tell me?" Yamapi pouts.
Jin turns over, moving to straddle Yamapi, his thighs firmly on Yamapi's sides. "Because it was fucking hot pretending."
Yamapi grins, wrapping his arms around Jin's neck and pulling him down and fusing their lips together. "You always did get hot and bothered over all the sneaking around."
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UMMMM. I don't even know. Hopefully you enjoyed. XD
And what should be the last part. part 5
"Coming!"
Yamapi spends a second wondering if he has enough time to run before Jin gets there, but the next second, the door opens and Yamapi comes face to face with a scruffy Jin who only has on his boxer shorts.
Jin stares at Yamapi, and all Yamapi can think is that he wishes Jin would get it over with--would just say something. "Say something," Yamapi ends up blurting out, a little embarrassed as Jin's eyes narrow.
"Why are you here?"
"I." Yamapi pauses. "Because I want to be."
Jin stares at him before sighing, scratching the back of his head as he pushes the door farther open to let Yamapi into his apartment. Yamapi doesn't move until Jin's already walking back inside. He takes steps inside, closing the door behind him, trying to breathe as he watches Jin's back.
When Jin sits down on the couch, Yamapi doesn't find it in him to actually follow, to sit down as well, so instead he stands awkwardly by the television and just waits.
Jin's eyes flicker in his direction before he sighs. "Are you going to sit down?" Jin asks, eyebrow raised.
"I don't know. Should I?"
Jin rolls his eyes. 'I can't give you answers to everything, Yamashita. For once, have the balls to make your own decisions."
"That's what I've been doing," Yamapi snaps. "For once, why don't you actually say what you want."
Jin stares then stands up and walks over to Yamapi, putting his hands firmly on Yamapi's shoulders before pulling Yamapi towards him and pressing his lips against Yamapi's. This is familiar; Jin's lips are warm and wet against his and Yamapi can feel Jin's heart pounding against his--skin warm underneath his fingers--he doesn't even know when he put his hands on JIn's chest for that matter.
When Jin pulls back, Yamapi thinks he's forgotten to breathe. "Is this your answer?" Yamapi asks.
Jin laughs. "I guess I need to tell you again, huh?" Jin leans in and against his lips, Yamapi mumbles a "I always did like hearing something twice."
--
"What happened to that girl you were with?" Yamapi asks, leaning back on Jin's bed.
JIn shrugs. "I think she was only with me because I knew English and Japanese. Easier to get around."
Yamapi pauses, before risking it. "You guys weren't serious?"
"Stupid. I haven't been serious with anyone but you." Jin presses his fingers lightly on Yamapi's arm--like it's a sign of how serious he is. Yamapi licks his lips before shifting in the bed, tangling his fingers with Jin's.
"Did you know that everyone already knows about us?" Yamapi asks, just to change the subject. Jin laughs, the bed shaking with his laughter.
"You were the only one that thought it was still a secret, you know."
"Are you serious? Why didn't you tell me?" Yamapi pouts.
Jin turns over, moving to straddle Yamapi, his thighs firmly on Yamapi's sides. "Because it was fucking hot pretending."
Yamapi grins, wrapping his arms around Jin's neck and pulling him down and fusing their lips together. "You always did get hot and bothered over all the sneaking around."
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UMMMM. I don't even know. Hopefully you enjoyed. XD