[Fic] het!Jin fic for Rupsana

[aya_magic]

Title: Untitled
Author: iris_aya
Genre: fluff? Something...
Warnings: boyxgirl, general typo-craziness, this one was only loosely proofread
Pairing: Jin/OC
Beta: spread_da_love
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with JE, and obviously I cannot "own" these people. I also, in no way, make monetary profit off this.. Aki is mine, but barely. She's a fairly generic OC.
Summary: None.
AN: I realized that I think I closed down the post where this originally was (in the comments) and never reposted it anywhere. This was a request from rupsana who wanted me to write a het!Jin fic for her. It has no name or summary and I can't say that I particularly love it, but it was fun to write!

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Except, maybe, in the very beginning, he never once wished he could turn back time to stop the series of events that changed his life.

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Jin adjusted his sunglasses and hat, wary of being spotted in the middle of the day and the potential barrage of fans that would ensue. But hats and sunglasses never really seemed to work and he cursed whatever movie that had brought him to believe that glasses would make you impervious to even the most piercing of states, personally he blamed Superman for that… just about any super hero for that matter too.

He quickly found himself trying to dodge fans and paparazzi, failing until a hand shot out and dragged him into a store. He sighed in relief as both parties went by, not noticing where their prey had disappeared to.

“Thanks,” he turned to find it was a girl his age who had pulled him into the café.

“No problem,” she shrugged before going back to her steaming cup of coffee.

He noticed the apron tied around her waist and then took note of the ‘Closed’ sign hanging in the doorway, “Do you mind if I hang around for a bit? They’ll give up eventually and disperse…”

“I hardly care,” she commented as he began to strip his winter clothing off, breathing a sigh of relief in the warm café that contrasted the cold of the first snow, “You’re Akanishi Jin of KAT-TUN, right? That’s why they were following you?”

“Yeah…” he sighed, “Do you want an autograph or something?”

“Yours?” She laughed, “No. Kamenashi and Ueda are my favorites, if you could get their autographs for me, that’s a different story. To be honest you interest me the least.”

His eyebrows shot up, surprised by how blunt the girl was, “I see…”

Half an hour later he left, all the while glancing back at the cute café.

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A month later he wasn’t sure what had caused him to not only return to the café, at the same time in hopes of catching it when it was closed, let alone after having gotten autographs of not just Kame and Ueda but Junno, Maru and Koki as well. Explaining that had been an odd one ending with, ‘It’s for someone who helped me’. That had gotten them to shrug and sign away.

He knocked on the door, the ‘Closed’ sign once again in place. He saw her eyebrows raise once she caught sight of him before she opened the door.

“Did you want something?” She asked bluntly.

“Can I come in? It’s freezing,” he asked.

“Suit yourself,” she answered with yet again a shrug.

Jin walked in and as soon as the door closed he opened his mouth, “Thank you,” he held out the autographed picture of both Kame and Ueda.

Her eyes widened, “I hardly pegged you as the type to remember something as trivial as a fan’s joking request.”

“You helped me,” he shrugged, moving to make her take it.

She smiled at the photo, tracing a finger over the five signatures, “it’s missing something.”

“No it’s not, I got your favorites,” he frowned.

“KAT-TUN isn’t KAT-TUN without the A, may I have your autograph?” she smiled warmly.

“What’s your name?” he asked in shock.

“Eh?” She responded dumbly.

“So I can address this?” he grinned.

“Saito Aki…” She answered quietly.

He signed a quick Akanishi Jin followed by writing a, ‘Saito Aki, thank you’ at the top.

“Here,” he set it on the counter and then left before he could cause any trouble.

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Every few weeks he found himself back at the same café, at the same time to find Aki working. She seemed to be able to predict when he would be there, always having the same drink ready for him.

“Do you predict when I’ll be here or make this every day?” he jokingly asked one day, as he put the money for the drink down.

She scoffed, “Me make a drink every single day for you? When you’re not even my favorite? You’re just predictable.”

“I am not predictable!” he felt his pride taking a hit.

“Really? Then prove it,” she laughed, unfazed by his apparently outrage.

He narrowed his eyes and left, a bell chiming as the door shut.

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He didn’t return for nearly three months until his curiosity finally got the better of him. He brought another autographed picture as a peace offering and held it up before she let him in.

“I half didn’t expect to see you here again,” she arched an eyebrow.

“You make the best lattes it seems,” he shrugged.

--

As his visits grew more frequent so did the occasional tabloid articles asking, ‘Where is our Clubbing King: Akanishi Jin?’

Every time a new article came out Aki felt the need to show it to him and laugh, marveling at the confusion of the tabloids.

“I don’t see what’s keeping you from the clubs,” she commented one day, adding a drizzle of caramel over the top of his drink before handing it over.

“I’d rather drink coffee?” He seemingly cracked a joke.

“It does taste much better than beer or wine,” she acquiesced, never bringing the topic up again.

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“Student?” he asked.

“Keio University,” she responded simply.

“Nerd,” he chuckled.

“Idiot,” she responded.

“Coffee freak.”

“Glitter whore.”

“That’s low,” he narrowed his eyes.

“I know,” she flashed him a brief smile and he couldn’t help but smile in return.

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“You’ve never mentioned a boyfriend? Spend too much time with books and coffee?” he tried one day.

“Most aren’t worth it,” she shrugged, sipping a caramel macchiato.

He had come to see her moods based off what she drank. Today was a good day.

“And Kame or Ueda would be worth it?” he joked.

“No,” she shook her head, “I don’t need a boyfriend that would make me feel ugly.”

“You’re not ugly,” he responded quickly, “you’ve actually pretty cute.”

“Thanks, I think,” she smiled, unsure.

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“What coffee beans do you use?” he asked unexpectedly one day, he breathed in the rich scent.

“Umm…” she blinked, “you want to make it at home?”

“I could never make the lattes, macchiatos, and espressos, but black coffee for early morning shoots would be amazing,” he smiled hopefully.

“I’ll get you a bag,” she responded.

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It had been exactly one year since that fateful day. Since then he had been questioned constantly by his friends, curious as to where he disappeared to whenever he could.

He walked up to the café, glancing around before knocking. She walked to the door and raised an eyebrow, again, when he held up an autographed picture.

It had become their means of consolation. Whenever he needed to apologize, he brought autographed pictures, shirts, fans, whatever he thought she might like. Whenever she needed to apologize two bags, already ground, of her special blend of coffee sat waiting for him.

She frowned, he had nothing to apologize for that she could think of.

“What’s the occasion?” she passed a steaming mug to him.

He motioned with his finger and she turned it over. She stared long and hard at the message written before looking up.

“I guess,” she simply said.

“I guess?’ he smiled.

She pulled out a pen and wrote something and passed it across the table.

‘Aki, I know Kame and Ueda are your favorites but would you give me a chance? ~Jin

‘Jin, yes. ~Aki’