There’s heaviness in Jin’s arms, and all he could see is Kame falling against him, entire body giving away.

No.
No.
No.

“Don’t you dare,” Jin stammers and grits and sobs all at the same time, “Don’t—” Breathe, Akanishi. “Don’t you even dare—” Blood slowly trails from the corner of Kame’s lips, a reality of the red lipstick he always uses for his performances. “I’ve always known,” Kame whispers, struggling to produce a weak chuckle, gripping Jin’s shirt tightly within trembling fingers, “Th-That you’d be bad for business..”

Shh. It’s going to be okay, Kame mutters, like he’s not dying. Like it’s Jin who’s slipping away, minute by minute, second by second. It’s going to be okay. Within these last precious seconds, Jin makes himself believe it will be. 「 17/100 赤亀 posts | Moulin Rouge」