“Ne, do you think Touma and Yamapi used to fuck around?” Kame asked.

Uchi choked on his drink.

“Hiro-kun! Are you okay?” Kame asked worriedly, immediately walking around the table to help Uchi. After his coughing had subsided, Uchi dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “I’m okay, I’m okay.” Uchi confirmed, clearing his throat.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m okay. Really, I’m fine.”

“Uh, okay then.” Kame said, still a bit unconvinced, but he went back to his seat.

>After a while, Uchi leaned back on his seat and looked at Kame crossly, like he couldn’t decide whether to be amused or shocked. “No, it’s just…well, that was so blunt of you, to put it mildly. I would never expect that kind of question to come out of your mouth. From Akanishi or Ryo, perhaps—because one is a baka that doesn’t know what tact means and the other would ask that just for the hell of it—but not you. Definitely not you.”

“Um,” Kame flushed. “Sorry,” He said, because he didn’t know what else to say.

Uchi chuckled. “Don’t be. It’s good for you to just say what’s in your mind, believe me.”

“So?” Kame inquired.

Uchi shook his head. “Not the first person who think about it like that, but sadly, no. they’re not fuck buddies.” Uchi said, stirring his drink with his straw. “I don’t really know about Touma, but as far as I know, Yamapi doesn’t have a personal life, which means he doesn’t have a sex life either.”

“Um,” Kame flushed dark red, and again, he was at a loss of words.

The slightly taller boy eyed him amusedly. “Hey, you’re the one who asked about it, don’t back down now.”

Gathering his courage, Kame opened his mouth again. “How about some fling or one night stands? Isn’t Yamapi a drinker?”

“Well, curious, aren’t we? None of that too. Yamapi is what you call a model idol. He doesn’t like to drink, he’s not involved in some scandal, and more importantly, he doesn’t sleep around either. That’s what I meant when I said he doesn’t have a personal life.” Uchi replied. “Although I heard Touma is quite the opposite. But that is just some rumor, so.”

“Oh,” Was kame’s intelligent reply when he heard that.

“Kame-chan, why don’t you ask Akanishi? I’m sure he knows more than I do.”

“Yeah, about that. Jin tends to get really weird and think about some things that he shouldn’t even think about when I ask something about Yamapi. It’s like he doesn’t want me to get better acquaintance with his best friend or something.” Kame replied, resisting the urge to pout, and failed.

“Perhaps you should listen to him.” Uchi advised.

Kame blanched. “But, Hiro-kun!” Kame exclaimed. Then a thought suddenly struck him. “How do you know about those things about Yamapi? I’m sure not so many people know about that.”

“I have my resource.” Uchi replied simply, shrugging.

“Nishikido? He just told you those things when you ask that?!” Kame just couldn’t believe that, because Ryo was practically the most difficult person he had ever known.

“Well, I have some tricks to make him talk.” Uchi said nonchalantly.

“Some…tricks?” Kame was almost afraid to ask, because there was that suspicious glint in Uchi’s eyes.

Uchi smiled wickedly and winked.

Kame decided he didn’t want to know.

*

When Jin visited Kame’s apartment that night, there was a small package in front of Kame’s door.

Curious, he picked it up and examined it. The box was quite light and looked just like an ordinary box, wrapped in a plain black paper gift with a small white ribbon attached at the corner. It was addressed to Kame, but no name or anything to identify the sender.

Other than Kame’s family, only a few people from JE knew this apartment. There was no post stamp either, so the sender must have delivered it themselves, which meant they knew Kame would be here tonight, just like him who knew it from their manager. Everyone knew Kame rarely got home since he was always filming that Nobuta thingy, so whoever it was, they must have been someone from JE who knew Kame’s schedule.

“Jin?”

Jin jumped and turned around, wide eyed, only to find Kame looking at him wearily, though Jin also could see a hint of a smile in the corner of his mouth. “Kame!” Jin squeaked.

“Sorry,” Kame uttered unapologetically. “Did I surprise you?”

“No! I mean, not really,” Jin answered, trying to calm his breathing.

“What are you doing?”

“Um, visiting you?” Jin smiled a bit unsurely.

“Uh, okay.” Kame said, apparently still a little suspicious. Then his eyes caught the wrapped black box Jin was still holding. “Hey, what is that?” He asked curiously. “Is it for me?”

Jin, upon hearing that question, immediately hid said box behind his back instinctively, away from Kame’s sight, which was futile really, since Kame had already seen it and all. But Jin still thought the box was a little suspicious, so…

Kame looked amused. Perhaps he thought this was some kind of game. “Jin, is that for me?” Kame pressed on and walked closer, invading Jin’s personal space, trying to see behind Jin’s back. “Why are you hiding it? That’s for me, right? Jiiiiiinn!” Kame whined. He actually whined.

Jin squirmed and tried his best to get the package away from Kame’s reach. “No really, this isn’t for you. Really, believe me, and you have to believe me, this isn’t for you. Why are you assuming this is for you anyway? You shouldn’t be so sure about something you don’t know.” Jin babbled, hoping to distract the latter—which of course in vain—and backing away slowly.

“But Jin, I know I saw my name on it!” Kame said, furrowing his brows together.

Jin also apparently had forgotten how stubborn and persistent the younger boy could be when he had set his mind on something and that he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted, because the next thing he knew, Kame threw himself at him and quickly reached out his hand to grab the box, while his other hand on Jin’s waist, preventing him from backing away farther. Kame was practically hugging him, and looked like he didn’t realize it himself.

Jin squirmed again and tried to get away, holding the box high in the air up above his head, in which he knew their height difference would give him an unfair advantage and Kame hopefully would just give up.

Then he remembered that it was never a good idea to encourage Kame further when Kame suddenly jumped up and down trying to reach the box, using Jin shoulder as leverage, because he practically rubbing all over him and Jin started to get really, really uncomfortable and couldn’t help squirming again, unable to look Kame in the eyes since his mind was currently occupied with some interesting things that he shouldn’t even think about that somehow involving the other boy. That was when Kame finally managed to steal the box away and accidentally knocked both of them to the floor, with Kame on top of him.

“HA!” Kame exclaimed in triumphant voice, pushing himself up and threw his fist into the air in victory, grinning from ear to ear.

Jin couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, because it had been so long since he saw Kame this happy. Then he pushed himself up on his elbows, and realized Kame was straddling his thighs—a fact that apparently went unnoticed by the younger boy. Jin squirmed again.

Kame glanced at him worriedly. “Jin, are you okay? You seem so… squirmy today.”

Jin waved his hand out in nonchalant gesture as a response.

“Are you sure?”

Jin nodded furiously, and Kame just shrugged and went back to his task of unwrapping the package without ruining the paper—a task that completely unnecessary in Jin’s opinion. Jin watched him open the paper bit by bit so carefully, his face scrunched up in concentration and his lips in a thin line, seemingly deep in thought.

Jin smiled. Kame looked better than the last time he saw him a few days ago. He wondered if something good had happened.

“Well, aren’t you in a good mood today?” Jin commented.

“Or perhaps I’m just that happy to see you.” Kame replied, not looking up from his almost-finished task, and there was pink hue colored Kame’s cheeks.

The very tips of Jin’s ears burned when he heard that.

Then the next second, Kame gave out a small squeak of surprise and threw his arms around Jin’s neck, accidentally knocking Jin’s head backward to meet the hard floor. Ow.

“Jin, thank you!!” Kame exclaimed happily, his arms still around Jin’s neck. “How do you know I still hadn’t had the time to buy it?”

“Um, Kame, care to tell me what are you talking about?” Jin asked, massaging the back of his head before sitting up straight with Kame still on his lap. Then he noticed the empty black box beside them, forgotten. “Oh, you opened it?”

“Thank you,” Kame muttered again, tightened his hold over Jin’s neck.

“Ergh. Kame, I can’t—breathe!” Jin managed to choke out.

“Ack! Sorry!” Kame exclaimed, immediately pulled his hand away from Jin. Then he seemed to notice their compromising position, and instantly he blushed bright red and looked away from Jin, again muttering, “Sorry,”

Kame attempted to stand up, but before he could completely pull away from him, Jin grabbed one of his wrists and pulled him back down on his lap, tilting his chin up so he could look at him in the eye. “Don’t move; I kind of like it where you are right now,” Jin said wickedly, silently wondering where did he get the courage to say such thing.

“Uh, Jin…”

But before Kame could utter another word out, Jin put his forefinger on Kame’s lips, effectively silencing him. With his hands on either side of Kame’s face, Jin leaned forward ever so slowly, inch by inch, giving the other a chance to pull away if he wished so. Jin saw the uncertainty on Kame’s eyes, and he smiled encouragingly at him, trying to reassure the younger boy that it was okay, this was alright. When their lips only a breath away, Jin caressed Kame’s cheekbone with his thumb gently, and Kame closed his eyes.

Jin closed his lips over Kame’s in a feather kiss before he pressed in further, softly, carefully so as not to scare the other boy away, tilted his head to the side a little to find the right angle. He kept his eyes open the whole time, watching Kame’s every reaction with his eyes; his flushed cheeks, his slightly furrowed brows, the way his hands holding on to Jin’s shoulders. After a few seconds, Jin caressed kame’s lower lip and bit down to it very softly, asking for access which Kame hesitantly gave him by parting his lips, and Jin wasted no time in slipping in his tongue.

He tasted the ceiling of Kame’s mouth softly, stroking and teasing Kame’s immobile tongue every now and then, encouraging the younger one to follow his lead—which he finally did after a while, albeit a bit hesitantly, and Jin smiled into the kiss.

Receiving a response, he dared to push in further, trying to taste every contour of the other’s mouth, and Kame’s tongue meeting him halfway and intertwined itself with his. Jin kept kissing him with deliberate slowness that he knew would drive other people crazy, coaxing him to take over the lead of their kiss, which Kame complied by kissing him back and slipping in his tongue into Jin’s mouth, fighting Jin’s tongue in his own dominion.

Jin could feel Kame move closer and thread his fingers on Jin’s hair while his other hand massaging Jin’s nape slowly. Jin could hear the other let out a muffled moan into the kiss when Jin’s tongue did a particular trick, and he started to feel lightheaded from the knowledge that he could make the other elicit such sound from just a kiss.

Although when they finally parted, slightly breathless and a little panting, Jin realized that his lightheadedness was actually caused by the lack of air on his lungs.

But then his eyes caught Kame’s face, all flushed and pretty with a small smile plastered on his lips, and all Jin could think about was, perfect.

“You like it?” He couldn’t help but ask, and Kame blushed even harder as a response. Jin laughed, which earned him a smack on the head a second later. Ow.

“Hey, that hurt!” Jin exclaimed.

“You deserved it,” Kame muttered, pouting slightly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jin only laughed and held out his hands in mock surrender. “What did you hit me by, anyway? It felt like something solid…”

Kame raised his left hand, and Jin notice there was a cell phone hanging from the strap around Kame’s wrist. Jin raised an eyebrow. “You got a new phone yet you never told me your number? So cold~”

Kame gave him an odd look. “Jin, you just gave it to me.” He said.

Jin was dumbfounded. “I did? When?”

“Um, a minute ago? Jin, I know you’re a baka, but you can’t possibly forget something you just did a minute ago.” Kame said, giving him a baffled look.

Jin only looked at him blankly.

Kame sighed. “Remember that black box thingy?” Kame asked, pointing his finger to the side, where the package Jin just found in front of Kame’s door and its wrapper lay, completely forgotten.

Jin tensed. The phone had been inside that package? It wasn’t from him, it wasn’t. How come he could forget about that package? Now when he thought about it, the only people who probably knew that kame’s phone was broken, other than him who knew from Kame himself, perhaps only the breaker, because Jin knew Kame wasn’t exactly the type to tell around a simple matter like this.

…Yamapi? Was it from Yamapi? Was he really the one who broke Kame’s phone? Then why didn’t he just give it to Kame directly? What was going on here?

“—Jiiiin, hello? Anyone there?” Kame asked, waving his hand in front of Jin’s face.

Jin caught Kame’s wrist, halting its movement to a pause, and Kame looked questionably at him. Jin forced out a smile. “Hey, what if I get you a new one? Since you seem like you don’t really like this one…” Jin offered, indicating the cell phone dangling from Kame’s wrist with a flick of his chin. He just couldn’t bear the thought of Kame owning something that belonged to Yamapi.

Kame frowned and looked at him confusedly. “But you just gave it to me. Besides, I quite like it.” Kame said, waving said phone in front of him.

There was nothing Jin wanted more than to throw that phone out somewhere that Kame wouldn’t be able to find.

“How about the color? It’s quite horrible, isn’t it? Bright yellow like that. Let me buy you a new one, okay?” Jin offered again. He was nothing if not stubborn.

Kame examined his phone, looking at it from every angle, pushing some button on it before he shook his head and smiled at Jin. “Tempting, but no. I think I quite like it for its entire feature, including the color. I think its quite fitting. Don’t you agree?”

All Jin wanted to agree was to snatch that phone and crush it right at this second. As if sensing his intention, Kame frowned at him and held that damn phone close to his chest, protecting it from his already twitching hands. “…What?” Kame inquired. “You’re being weird again.”

Kame, the damn phone wasn’t from me. What are you going to do if I tell you it was probably from Yamapi?

If push came to shove, if push came to shove… but no. Jin just couldn’t lay a hand against Kame. He was going to kill someone who could. Which meant, he needed to stay put for now. Later he could ‘accidentally’ break that phone and buy him a new one as an apology. Later.

Jin sighed and cleared his head from any thoughts. When he came to, Kame was looking at him worriedly. “Are you okay?”

Jin smiled, wrapping his arms around the smaller one’s waist and resting his chin on the other’s shoulder. “Nah, perhaps I’m just too glad that my horrible taste in cell phone actually pleased you,” Jin lied.

“Jin, you silly. I already told you it’s not horrible!” Kame laughed, rich and free, and Jin relieved in the sound.

Someone was clearing her throat, and Jin looked up only to find Kame’s neighbor, an elderly woman, looking disapprovingly at them from where she was standing before the elevator. Oh right. They were still in front of Kame’s door, and engaged in a compromising position too, at that. Ups.

Jin gave her a winning smile. She tsked and muttered something about youngsters nowadays before entering her apartment.

Kame giggled. Jin ruffled his hair, messing it up even more, and Kame gave out a tiny squeak of protest. Jin smiled.

“I guess that’s it for the night, hmm?” Jin said.

“You’re going to go home already?”

“Well, your neighbor had suspected me of something bad already. Let’s not give her any idea, hmm?” Jin replied, jumping to his feet and helping Kame up also. “See you later?”

“Yeah, later.” Kame said. “Jin, thanks.” He added.

Jin raised an eyebrow. “For the kiss or for the phone?” He teased, and Kame blushed again. “Never mind, I’ll find out later.” He added as an afterthought. Then he pecked Kame on the cheek before turning away and heading for the elevator. “Bye,” He bid Kame one last time, waving his hand as he did so.

When he felt the elevator slid down, Jin realized he had forgotten his sole mission for coming here tonight: to interrogate Kame about the bruises on his wrists. Jin groaned. How could he forget something like that? Now it was too late and he needed to find another time to ask Kame about it.

But what was Yamapi playing at here? Was he really the bad guy, or just a good guy that had been misunderstood? Jin sighed tiredly.

*

In between takes, Kame felt his phone buzz, and when he picked it up, there was a text message from Jin. Kame smiled.

“New phone?” Yamapi asked, leaning against the doorway with his usual smile on.

“Yeah. Jin gave it to me.” Kame answered, smiling back at Yamapi. After his 'talk' with Uchi, Kame was sure what happened in the club some days ago was just an accident because they both were drunk and didn’t know what they were doing. Besides, Yamapi never talked about it or brought it up, which Kame assumed that the older boy really didn’t remember what happened. And perhaps he should forget about that too.

“…Jin?”

“Yup. Apparently he noticed my phone was broken, so he gave me a new one.” Kame told him.

“Oh.” Yamapi commented. Then, “You like the phone?”

“Quite. It’s light, and I like its features.” Kame said, beaming at him.

“Great then.” Was it just him or did Yamapi sound unusually blank when he said that?

“Kamenashi-san, can you come here for a second?” The director called him, and Kame hurriedly flipped off his phone and went to the director. But before he could take another step, Yamapi grabbed him by his arm quite roughly, making him wince, and Kame turned around only to find Yamapi look at him with a look that Kame had never seen before, and for the first time, Kame saw his eyes clouded with something more than just weariness.

Kame blinked, and everything he saw was gone. Yamapi gave him his Akira trademark ‘kon-kon’ with his hand and winked before he sauntered away to another direction.

Kame shook his head and shrugged. It must have been his imagination.

*

Someone was knocking on his door. Kame opened it without looking, a CD case in his left hand, assuming it was Jin since the older boy had told him earlier that he wanted to borrow his new CD.

The next thing he knew, lips were pressed on his, and he let out a gasp of surprise only to have a tongue invading his mouth inside, tasting him thoroughly with such brutality it left him feel lightheaded and dizzy, swaying on his feet, and strong arms enveloped his small frame so tightly he felt his breath leaving him; he fell on his back from the force, Yamapi on top of him, and not once did he break their kiss.

Distinctively, he heard a resounding crack from his left, and realized it must have been the fallen CD case glass, breaking.

Kame tried to push Yamapi off him, to break their kiss, for his lungs tightened painfully inside him from the lack of air, but Yamapi was so much bigger and heavier than him, and Kame grasped blindly with his free hand, trying to find some leverage, trying to tell Yamapi to let go, when suddenly he felt a stinging pain from his left palm when his hand hit the floor. He tried to feel his palm with his fingers, only to have more blood drawn from his fingers.

Shattered glass. The CD case. It must be from the broken CD case glass.

One of Yamapi’s hands was on his nape, palming the thin neck from behind, his thumb over Kame’s carotid cutting his air circulation completely until Kame stopped thinking and all he could see was black dots.

There was no smell of alcohol in the air.

*