[KT] - [FIC] [C] The Red Hair Elastic of Destiny
Disclaimer: no ownership claimed, not intended to hurt or harm, just for fun.
Rating: PG (for a swear word)
Genre: fluff, minor melodrama/angst
People: Akanishi Jin, Kamenashi Kazuya
Pairing: Akame-ish?
Timeline:
backstage just prior to KAT-TUN's May 16, 2008 appearance on Music Station for the "Don't U Ever Stop" + solos medley, i made up some facts though (about Jin's hair... and his outfit. sorry! ^^;;)
Warnings: just the general ridiculousness that is my writing... T_T
Dedication: misao_duo!!! ♥ ♥ ♥
to make up for the massive amounts of korea-fangirling i've INFLICTED upon her for the past MONTH. hahaha.
(unfortunately un-beta'd)
For a brief moment Jin completely forgot where he was.
He felt a smidge of panic, but it wasn’t like this was the first time it had happened so he wasn’t overly concerned. Once, a long, long time ago, when they were young and everything was new and scary, one of his best friends had caught him in their dressing room, completely frantic because he’d forgotten what he was supposed to be wearing... and then on set when he’d forgotten what he was supposed to be saying… and then again on stage when he’d forgotten what he was supposed to be singing…
And the other boy had finally taken pity on Jin and taught him a couple secret tricks to centering himself when he felt scattered.
The first thing was to discreetly look around and check out his surroundings.
Today, Jin was in a white room, seated on an uncomfortable plastic chair with his feet propped up on a large folding table.
Well, he was backstage somewhere.
It was probably a studio waiting room. Backstage at concert venues had more mirrors. And more people. Wee little juniors running around…
Jin had to physically shake his head to stop himself from getting distracted again.
Okay, the second thing to do was to look down and see what he was wearing.
Part of the genius of Johnny’s Entertainment was the standard practice of specific outfits (or at least styles of outfits) for specific songs. Each outfit was distinct from any of the ones from other songs and easy to recognize too. If he wasn’t wearing one of the song-outfits, his friend had told him, it meant he was supposed to just do an interview, no singing.
Jin saw that he was wearing something very “Don’t U Ever Stop”-ish, and yet not.
This was a bit concerning because he wasn’t quite sure what that meant.
So the third thing that his friend had told him to do when in doubt was to just turn and ask him (or any other groupmate, really) what was going on.
So Jin looked up… and looked around… and oh my God, he was alone.
He wracked his brain and could honestly not recall why he would be in a studio waiting room wearing a “DUES”-ish costume and yet be completely alone. It made no sense. After all, he did remember arriving with the others, didn’t he?
At that moment, a heretofore unnoticed door to his right opened and out stepped the subject of Jin’s thoughts himself, Kamenashi Kazuya.
All it took was one glance at the blank, and yet slightly panicked, expression on Jin’s face and Kame knew what had happened… again.
He thought to himself that maybe it wasn’t really quite as cute at 23 as it had been at 15, and that Jin really ought to have grown out of this habit by now.
It pissed him off.
But whatever was going on between himself and Jin, it really wasn’t in him to let a groupmate flounder.
Especially because it would reflect pretty poorly on KAT-TUN if Jin was shoved on set and started singing the wrong song or whatever.
“We’re guesting on Music Station. Interview plus a medley of “Don’t U Ever Stop” and our solos. The other four have probably gone ahead to get ready on set.”
Jin blinked and then nodded slowly.
He fiddled with one of his many necklaces.
Kame sighed.
“So you should probably stand up and give yourself a once over before heading out as well.”
Jin scowled and leveled a glare at Kame, but then broke into a wide smirk at the sight of him.
“I’m the one who should give myself a once over?” he asked, an amused look on his face. “You might want to check that hair before you leave this room.”
Kame peered at his reflection and blushed when he realized that he still had his long bangs tied up in a fountain-like ponytail on the top of his head from when he’d gotten his makeup done.
Quickly, Kame pulled the elastic out of his hair and smoothed his bangs down across his forehead the best he could. The stylists were going to kill him. He was sure he could see a crimp in what was supposed to be the straight sweep of his hair across his face.
Jin just laughed.
As they made their way to the set, Kame reminded Jin, in between customary recitations of ‘good morning’ and ‘thank you for your work’ to the various staff members they encountered along the way, that the format of the program was chat first, interview, performance, then back to sit on set as the hosts interviewed other guests. Jin rolled his eyes at Kame and said that he’d been away for only a couple months LAST YEAR and that he did remember how Music Station worked.
Kame elbowed him in the side.
Jin stumbled.
Their gazes met and they giggled together for a second.
Arriving on set, though, both boys stopped laughing. Kame lost the smile first at Koki’s questioning look. Jin remained grinning until he noticed that Kame wasn’t smiling anymore.
He gave Kame an odd look, but sauntered off to stand instead by Taguchi who looked about half-asleep on his feet.
“You two need to kiss and make up,” Taguchi muttered without even looking at Jin.
Jin glared at his groupmate, but it had no effect on him at all.
It was hard having any effect on Taguchi, really.
Jin sighed.
Sometimes he secretly enjoyed hanging out with Taguchi. Today, unfortunately, didn’t look like it was going to be one of those days.
Jin seriously contemplated kicking Taguchi just for something to do.
He wondered, in a sort of offhand manner, why everyone thought of kicking Taguchi as a way to pass the time. There was a lot of… time… in being an idol. They always seemed to be waiting for things. Somewhere, drifting gently about in the recesses of Jin’s mind, there was the thought that if they were *real* stars there wouldn’t be so much standing around. Like maybe someone would get them chairs.
Jin thought about the lovely chair he’d left behind in the dressing room.
He sighed again.
Kame got a chair.
Kame always managed to conjure up a chair from out of nowhere.
His stupid “boyfriend”, Koki, probably got it for him.
Jin tried not to pout.
Ueda happened to pass by at that moment and, for some undisclosed reason, hit him.
Jin pouted for real for a minute, but no one paid him any mind.
He did a little jig.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Koki give him an exasperated look.
He jigged his way over.
Koki smirked at Jin and then did his own little jig over to craft services to pick up a bottle of water.
Laughing, Jin turned to see if Kame had caught Koki’s ridiculous performance. He was disappointed to see Kame just sitting there, head down, fiddling with something in his hands.
Jin slid his foot into Kame’s line of sight and wagged it back and forth.
There was still no reaction.
He wondered what Kame thought about when he went far away like this.
Jin wondered if he could follow it, even if Kame told him.
He kicked Kame’s foot.
“Oops!”
Jin put on his best “I’m so cute, you know you love me” smile, even though it was a little rusty and hadn’t worked on Kame since they were teenagers.
To Jin’s surprise though, Kame just moved his foot out of Jin’s way.
“Oi.”
This time Jin kicked Kame’s foot on purpose. Hard.
Kame looked up then, curious as to why Jin was suddenly standing before him when he could have sworn it had been Koki standing there a moment ago.
He held up the red elastic band that he’d removed from his hair earlier.
“Do you have a pocket?” he asked Jin.
Jin rolled his eyes and took the elastic from Kame. But instead of shooting it off at Taguchi (his first instinct), or sliding it into his pocket (as asked), Jin started to wind it and twist it around the pinky of his left hand. When he was satisfied with the design he’d formed, he held up his hand for Kame to see.
Kame was somehow more surprised to see the vague, almost innocent, expression on Jin’s face, half hidden by his hand, than he was to see the “ring” that Jin had made.
This Jin that was standing before him… seemed… kind of incongruous with the scoop neck shirts, the naked girl pendants, and the wicked hip thrusts that Kame knew were going to accompany the suggestive lyrics dropping from Jin’s lips in a couple minutes.
Kame blinked at his groupmate and suddenly it was like he was looking at a 17-year-old Jin right before Shounen Club taping… happy, blank, pure, waiting for Kame to catch up… or waiting for Kame to take the lead…
He blinked again and the memory disappeared.
Jin’s expression drooped when his antics still didn’t elicit a smile from Kame.
“Wait,” Kame reached out and grasped Jin’s hand before it dropped from his line of sight.
Kame’s lips quirked up in a lopsided smile when he saw that Jin actually had two red elastic band “rings” on his left hand. One was twisted around his fourth finger, and the other, the one he’d just done, was around his pinky.
“You’re so odd,” he muttered, snapping one of the elastics viciously.
Kame laughed when Jin’s hand jumped in his, but he stopped laughing when Jin didn’t pull his poor, offended hand away.
“I was bored while they were doing my hair.” Jin tugged on a stray lock of hair that was tickling the side of his neck. “I thought it was kind of cool looking so I left it on…”
Kame smiled, a real smile, and Jin smiled a tiny little one back.
“Everything looks cool on you.”
Jin punched him lightly.
“Stop saying such gay shit.”
Kame grinned.
Suddenly, Jin reversed the hold Kame had on his hand and Kame found that it was now his hand grasped tightly in Jin’s.
Almost without thought, without any deliberate contemplation, Jin pulled the elastic off his fourth finger, and, with a couple twists of his long fingers, Kame was unexpectedly the proud bearer of a red elastic band ring of his very own.
“Speaking of gay shit…”
Jin blinked at him.
And there it was again, that look on Jin’s face. Kame knew that there was no way anyone would (or could, really) call Jin “sweet”, or “pure”, or “innocent”, but the expression on his face at this exact moment… Well, if he were feeling particularly uncharitable, he really would just leave the description as “blank”.
But today, Kame thought that maybe he’d use the word “cute”.
Not out loud.
Kame patted Jin on head gently with his free hand and gestured for him to precede him on set.
END
Rating: PG (for a swear word)
Genre: fluff, minor melodrama/angst
People: Akanishi Jin, Kamenashi Kazuya
Pairing: Akame-ish?
Timeline:
backstage just prior to KAT-TUN's May 16, 2008 appearance on Music Station for the "Don't U Ever Stop" + solos medley, i made up some facts though (about Jin's hair... and his outfit. sorry! ^^;;)
Warnings: just the general ridiculousness that is my writing... T_T
Dedication: misao_duo!!! ♥ ♥ ♥
to make up for the massive amounts of korea-fangirling i've INFLICTED upon her for the past MONTH. hahaha.
(unfortunately un-beta'd)
For a brief moment Jin completely forgot where he was.
He felt a smidge of panic, but it wasn’t like this was the first time it had happened so he wasn’t overly concerned. Once, a long, long time ago, when they were young and everything was new and scary, one of his best friends had caught him in their dressing room, completely frantic because he’d forgotten what he was supposed to be wearing... and then on set when he’d forgotten what he was supposed to be saying… and then again on stage when he’d forgotten what he was supposed to be singing…
And the other boy had finally taken pity on Jin and taught him a couple secret tricks to centering himself when he felt scattered.
The first thing was to discreetly look around and check out his surroundings.
Today, Jin was in a white room, seated on an uncomfortable plastic chair with his feet propped up on a large folding table.
Well, he was backstage somewhere.
It was probably a studio waiting room. Backstage at concert venues had more mirrors. And more people. Wee little juniors running around…
Jin had to physically shake his head to stop himself from getting distracted again.
Okay, the second thing to do was to look down and see what he was wearing.
Part of the genius of Johnny’s Entertainment was the standard practice of specific outfits (or at least styles of outfits) for specific songs. Each outfit was distinct from any of the ones from other songs and easy to recognize too. If he wasn’t wearing one of the song-outfits, his friend had told him, it meant he was supposed to just do an interview, no singing.
Jin saw that he was wearing something very “Don’t U Ever Stop”-ish, and yet not.
This was a bit concerning because he wasn’t quite sure what that meant.
So the third thing that his friend had told him to do when in doubt was to just turn and ask him (or any other groupmate, really) what was going on.
So Jin looked up… and looked around… and oh my God, he was alone.
He wracked his brain and could honestly not recall why he would be in a studio waiting room wearing a “DUES”-ish costume and yet be completely alone. It made no sense. After all, he did remember arriving with the others, didn’t he?
At that moment, a heretofore unnoticed door to his right opened and out stepped the subject of Jin’s thoughts himself, Kamenashi Kazuya.
All it took was one glance at the blank, and yet slightly panicked, expression on Jin’s face and Kame knew what had happened… again.
He thought to himself that maybe it wasn’t really quite as cute at 23 as it had been at 15, and that Jin really ought to have grown out of this habit by now.
It pissed him off.
But whatever was going on between himself and Jin, it really wasn’t in him to let a groupmate flounder.
Especially because it would reflect pretty poorly on KAT-TUN if Jin was shoved on set and started singing the wrong song or whatever.
“We’re guesting on Music Station. Interview plus a medley of “Don’t U Ever Stop” and our solos. The other four have probably gone ahead to get ready on set.”
Jin blinked and then nodded slowly.
He fiddled with one of his many necklaces.
Kame sighed.
“So you should probably stand up and give yourself a once over before heading out as well.”
Jin scowled and leveled a glare at Kame, but then broke into a wide smirk at the sight of him.
“I’m the one who should give myself a once over?” he asked, an amused look on his face. “You might want to check that hair before you leave this room.”
Kame peered at his reflection and blushed when he realized that he still had his long bangs tied up in a fountain-like ponytail on the top of his head from when he’d gotten his makeup done.
Quickly, Kame pulled the elastic out of his hair and smoothed his bangs down across his forehead the best he could. The stylists were going to kill him. He was sure he could see a crimp in what was supposed to be the straight sweep of his hair across his face.
Jin just laughed.
As they made their way to the set, Kame reminded Jin, in between customary recitations of ‘good morning’ and ‘thank you for your work’ to the various staff members they encountered along the way, that the format of the program was chat first, interview, performance, then back to sit on set as the hosts interviewed other guests. Jin rolled his eyes at Kame and said that he’d been away for only a couple months LAST YEAR and that he did remember how Music Station worked.
Kame elbowed him in the side.
Jin stumbled.
Their gazes met and they giggled together for a second.
Arriving on set, though, both boys stopped laughing. Kame lost the smile first at Koki’s questioning look. Jin remained grinning until he noticed that Kame wasn’t smiling anymore.
He gave Kame an odd look, but sauntered off to stand instead by Taguchi who looked about half-asleep on his feet.
“You two need to kiss and make up,” Taguchi muttered without even looking at Jin.
Jin glared at his groupmate, but it had no effect on him at all.
It was hard having any effect on Taguchi, really.
Jin sighed.
Sometimes he secretly enjoyed hanging out with Taguchi. Today, unfortunately, didn’t look like it was going to be one of those days.
Jin seriously contemplated kicking Taguchi just for something to do.
He wondered, in a sort of offhand manner, why everyone thought of kicking Taguchi as a way to pass the time. There was a lot of… time… in being an idol. They always seemed to be waiting for things. Somewhere, drifting gently about in the recesses of Jin’s mind, there was the thought that if they were *real* stars there wouldn’t be so much standing around. Like maybe someone would get them chairs.
Jin thought about the lovely chair he’d left behind in the dressing room.
He sighed again.
Kame got a chair.
Kame always managed to conjure up a chair from out of nowhere.
His stupid “boyfriend”, Koki, probably got it for him.
Jin tried not to pout.
Ueda happened to pass by at that moment and, for some undisclosed reason, hit him.
Jin pouted for real for a minute, but no one paid him any mind.
He did a little jig.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Koki give him an exasperated look.
He jigged his way over.
Koki smirked at Jin and then did his own little jig over to craft services to pick up a bottle of water.
Laughing, Jin turned to see if Kame had caught Koki’s ridiculous performance. He was disappointed to see Kame just sitting there, head down, fiddling with something in his hands.
Jin slid his foot into Kame’s line of sight and wagged it back and forth.
There was still no reaction.
He wondered what Kame thought about when he went far away like this.
Jin wondered if he could follow it, even if Kame told him.
He kicked Kame’s foot.
“Oops!”
Jin put on his best “I’m so cute, you know you love me” smile, even though it was a little rusty and hadn’t worked on Kame since they were teenagers.
To Jin’s surprise though, Kame just moved his foot out of Jin’s way.
“Oi.”
This time Jin kicked Kame’s foot on purpose. Hard.
Kame looked up then, curious as to why Jin was suddenly standing before him when he could have sworn it had been Koki standing there a moment ago.
He held up the red elastic band that he’d removed from his hair earlier.
“Do you have a pocket?” he asked Jin.
Jin rolled his eyes and took the elastic from Kame. But instead of shooting it off at Taguchi (his first instinct), or sliding it into his pocket (as asked), Jin started to wind it and twist it around the pinky of his left hand. When he was satisfied with the design he’d formed, he held up his hand for Kame to see.
Kame was somehow more surprised to see the vague, almost innocent, expression on Jin’s face, half hidden by his hand, than he was to see the “ring” that Jin had made.
This Jin that was standing before him… seemed… kind of incongruous with the scoop neck shirts, the naked girl pendants, and the wicked hip thrusts that Kame knew were going to accompany the suggestive lyrics dropping from Jin’s lips in a couple minutes.
Kame blinked at his groupmate and suddenly it was like he was looking at a 17-year-old Jin right before Shounen Club taping… happy, blank, pure, waiting for Kame to catch up… or waiting for Kame to take the lead…
He blinked again and the memory disappeared.
Jin’s expression drooped when his antics still didn’t elicit a smile from Kame.
“Wait,” Kame reached out and grasped Jin’s hand before it dropped from his line of sight.
Kame’s lips quirked up in a lopsided smile when he saw that Jin actually had two red elastic band “rings” on his left hand. One was twisted around his fourth finger, and the other, the one he’d just done, was around his pinky.
“You’re so odd,” he muttered, snapping one of the elastics viciously.
Kame laughed when Jin’s hand jumped in his, but he stopped laughing when Jin didn’t pull his poor, offended hand away.
“I was bored while they were doing my hair.” Jin tugged on a stray lock of hair that was tickling the side of his neck. “I thought it was kind of cool looking so I left it on…”
Kame smiled, a real smile, and Jin smiled a tiny little one back.
“Everything looks cool on you.”
Jin punched him lightly.
“Stop saying such gay shit.”
Kame grinned.
Suddenly, Jin reversed the hold Kame had on his hand and Kame found that it was now his hand grasped tightly in Jin’s.
Almost without thought, without any deliberate contemplation, Jin pulled the elastic off his fourth finger, and, with a couple twists of his long fingers, Kame was unexpectedly the proud bearer of a red elastic band ring of his very own.
“Speaking of gay shit…”
Jin blinked at him.
And there it was again, that look on Jin’s face. Kame knew that there was no way anyone would (or could, really) call Jin “sweet”, or “pure”, or “innocent”, but the expression on his face at this exact moment… Well, if he were feeling particularly uncharitable, he really would just leave the description as “blank”.
But today, Kame thought that maybe he’d use the word “cute”.
Not out loud.
Kame patted Jin on head gently with his free hand and gestured for him to precede him on set.
END