Title:
Still... (One Shot)
Author:
Kyoko_godaikun
Genre:
Romance
Pairing:
Jin/?
Note:
first person which shifts POV in the middle.
Summary:
Jin returns to Japan, but he's not allowed near the one he really loves.
Part
One: Missing You
You are
returning home. Six months, it's been a long six months apart. We got to see
each other in New York, but time had been our enemy, and I had to return home
to Japan. What can you say to the man you miss more then anything? The one
that's haunted your dreams? I simply tell you to hurry home fast.
I got the
call, you where now on Japanese soil. Of course it wasn't you that called, it
was a staff member. I had wanted to go to the airport to see you. But the
agency said *that* was out of the question. No members can see you until the
press conference.
The staff
member made a big deal out of the fact that the agency had arranged private
time between you and Kame. You the two tops, you deserved some time together.
I would
have to wait. But I've gotten used to it. I always had to wait for you. It was
part of loving one of the tops.
The agency doesn't know about us. If they did
would it have changed anything? Would they have let me go to America with you?
I know the answer to that question; they would have forced us apart.
My ketai
rang. I looked, it was a text message.
"I'm
back; I can't wait to see you."
I text
back. "Do you think we will be able to see each other before the
conference?"
"They
want me to get ready for it. So we'll have to be together afterwards."
I turn
off my ketai; it's how it's always been. Nothing changed in your time apart. I
will have to wait. I turn on the TV, and I see you. Your hair is so long. You
look like a star. You look at the camera, and then you run your hand through
your hair. Our sign, you remembered it. You remembered. I feel tears falling
down my face. You're home and you remembered.
I think I
missed you the most at that moment.
*************
The
conference was harder then I imagined. I saw you across the room, and your eyes
lit up. I moved towards you, but staff kept us apart. Your hair had been cut by
then. My fantasies of running my fingers through it were gone.
"You
can talk later," The staff chided me.
"Yes,
of course." I looked at you with regret.
I wonder
if you really want to talk to me. So much time has passed. Six months, they
wouldn't let me visit you. I wanted to, but they gave me so much work I didn't
have the time. Have you forgotten our love?
Kame
looked at you, then at me. I can almost see the wheels working in his mind. He
has a plan. I can always tell when he
gets a plan. He's talking with the other group members, whispering.
A few
minutes later we have to take an elevator to the floor the press conference is
on. The staff stays with us. But you are standing next to me in the elevator.
You take
my hand in yours, and squeeze it hard. I'm afraid to look at you. But I realize
you are wearing the ring I gave you the day you left for America.
The ride
ends quickly and we are separated again.
"Don't
worry," Kame tells me. "He misses you too."
Part
Two: Through Jin’s Eyes
A day
passes, an endless day. We have two concerts. You are shuttled off after each
one. You look at me, your eyes so sad after each one. If we don't get back together soon, I'm
afraid I'll loose you. Have I lost you all ready?
Kame has
a plan, he tells me. He will make it right, for us.
This is
punishment, for my leaving you. Kame told me you waited. Your messages though
seemed so depressed. Kame told me how busy you really are. You are finally in a
drama and your own variety. I've been so proud of you. So very proud, my lover
has become a star.
If I
hadn't left, the drama would have been mine. The variety too would have been
mine. I am glad you took them. You are so much better at them then anyone ever
could think. But you are the quiet one. When I was gone, finally people noticed
the one that should really be the star of the group.
I've
watched you in America, on the computer. Using a thing called youtube. It's the
only way I can keep track of you.
You are
so close, but so very far from me. I give you our signal many times. I want you
to know that I do want to be with you. That I haven't forgotten.
It's so
late, our third concert is over. I did better this time. I didn't forget the
lines. You smiled at me. But I've only been able to touch you once, in an
elevator. Your hands trembled so much. You wouldn't even look at me.
We are
staying at a hotel this time. Kame traded rooms with you. All I have to do is
knock at the door that separates our room. Then we can be together. It's been
so long. Do you still remember the way we loved? I've been terrified there is
someone else.
I stand
there for a moment, just watching the door. Listening to see if anyone is in
there with you. But you are alone.
Finally I
knock on the door.
"Just
a moment," You call.
You come
to the door, you are wearing a robe. "Jin."
That's
all I let you say. I sweep you up in the biggest hug I can give you. You are so
thin against me. You've lost weight when I've been gone. No one's been there to
remind you to eat.
"I
thought you forgot me." You say as you cling to me.
"How
can I ever forget you?" I ask, and then I kiss you. You sigh, your arms go
around me and you kiss me back. Passionate, eager, hungry kisses.
We crash
against the door. You break from me. "What if staff hears?"
"I
don't care." I tell you, and I don't. Then we are kissing again.
I want to
take it slowly, but we've missed each other too much. You are pulling me to the
bed, pulling my clothes off as we go. You have lube in your pocket. You spread
it on me. Then I slide into you. You are so tight, so warm. Home, I realize I'm
now at home. Inside of you.
You say
my name over and over as we make love. Your nails scrape at my back, my arms.
Pushing hard against me.
You are
the first that cum, arching up, so that I'll be even more in you. You spasmed
around me, your channel forcing me over the edge.
We hold
each other afterwards. I don't ever want to let you go.
"I
better go to my own bed," You tell me.
"Stay,
please."
"The
agency will find out." You are afraid.
"I
talked to them, as a part of my return; I'm allowed to love who ever I
want." I tell you. "That includes my precious Yu."
You look
at me. My wonderful, precious Yu.
"I love you,"
"I
love you too Yuichi." I kiss you, and then we are loving again.
I will
make it up to you this time. I'll never leave you again. I promise. The thing
I've missed most about Japan. My lover, my home, my world.