fic: The Ultimate Member Love Drabble Compilation [KAT-TUN; PG-13]
Title: The Ultimate Member Love Drabble Compilation
Author: nami
Genre: various
Rating: PG-13 at most
Pairing/s: kojindamarunnome! …various
Summary: 15 drabbles on the 15 possible pairings in KAT-TUN. No, seriously.
Notes: For momo, because she is a sadist I love her too much, and because I was gullible enough to accept the challenge.
[Kame/Ueda]
It was relatively quiet in the KAT-TUN dressing room, what with Jin dead asleep on the couch, Koki, Maru and Ueda off to who knew where, and Junno deeply absorbed with a game in his DS that, for once, didn’t involve blowing up people’s heads. Kame closed his eyes and relished in the peacefulness of the moment, so rarely attained whenever he was around the members of his group.
Of course it didn’t last long. The door flew open and in barged a furious Ueda, something resembling a postcard in his clenched fist.
“That Nishikido,” Ueda bit out as he waved the somewhat crumpled prank photo manipulation in Kame’s bewildered face.
Kame stared at the picture quizzically. “What’s the big deal?”
Ueda gaped at him, shoving the photograph directly under Kame’s nose. “Have you gone blind? Us? Princesses? Tiaras?”
The corners of Kame’s lips quirked up in a slight smile. “I think it rather suits you,” he said fondly, eyes glazing over as he undoubtedly envisioned Ueda in a sparkly ballroom gown complete with gloves and a diamond-studded necklace.
“You’re kidding me.” Ueda glared at him, flipping his hair back in disgust. “Why are you on his side? Ugh, never mind, I can beat up that idiot myself-”
“Why would you? It looks so real! Ryo did a pretty good job, ne?” Kame remarked.
“That’s not the point!” Ueda screeched hysterically, stirring Jin from his slumber. Junno tore his eyes from the tiny console screen and glanced at them curiously.
“There, there, Tatsuya. Don’t be so upset-you look really pretty in this!” Kame cooed in what he obviously thought was a placating tone, guiding Ueda to sit next to him and rubbing slow circles on his back. “Although not as beautiful as me, of course,” he added with a satisfied glance at the discarded picture on the floor as Ueda despaired over Kame’s utter lack of virility.
When Koki and Maru returned, they were greeted by the sight of Jin and Junno staring with rapt attention at Kame, who had an arm around a traumatized Ueda and was alternately kissing him and petting his hair in a misguidedly reassuring manner, murmuring soothing words into the older man’s ear, of which only the oft-repeated ‘Tat-chan’ and ‘pretty’ were audible.
Koki saw the manip on the floor and burst out laughing. Maru picked it up and sighed. “We used to be a boyband,” he said wretchedly.
“Ryo-chan was right!” Jin clapped in glee. “This is way better than the yuri manga I was asking for the other day.”
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[Jin/Junno]
He sprints forward and climbs two rungs up the ladder without using his hands, kicking off with his right foot to execute a smooth back flip, twisting his body around almost one hundred eighty degrees before landing safely on his feet.
Someone behind him claps. “Ooh, teach me how to do that!” Junno turns around and sees Jin, eyes sparkling in delight.
“Sure.” Junno smiles hesitantly, wondering if this is another one of Jin’s jokes.
Jin puts his hands on his hips. “Oi, what’s with that look?” he says accusingly.
“Eh?” Junno blinks.
“You thought I was just messing with you!” Jin crosses his arms over his chest.
“…weren’t you?” Junno answers, the smile on his face unwavering.
Jin glares at him. “You never take me seriously,” he complains, stalking off.
They are doing stretching exercises, and Junno is helping Jin reach his toes. “Isn’t it the other way around?” Junno says suddenly, and Jin stops.
“Huh?” is Jin’s intelligent response.
“You’re the one who never takes me seriously,” Junno points out.
Recognition stirs in Jin’s eyes. “Oh! That. Your answer is two hours late, baka.” He turns around and whaps Junno on the head.
Junno smiles.
“See, that’s why people think that of you. You take crap from everyone like they’re Christmas presents and grin at them as if you wanted more,” Jin says irritably.
“So you want me to get mad at you instead?”
Jin looks insulted. “I didn’t mean me. I don’t give you crap; this is my way of showing affection. Dumbass.” He stands up and leaves the room.
Junno cocks his head to the side. Was it something he said?
It is Koki who play-kicks him the next time he cracks a lame pun. Beside him, Jin laughs and laughs. Koki and Junno stare.
“You found Taguchi’s joke funny?" Koki asks in amazement.
“Hey, my puns aren’t that bad,” Junno protests halfheartedly.
Jin composes himself. “They are. I just thought I should laugh once in a while to make you feel better.”
“Don’t encourage him!” Koki cries, and Junno’s smile is uncertain again.
“I was lying,” Jin tells Junno when Koki went away. “Sometimes your jokes are so lame, all I can do is laugh. That doesn’t mean they’re funny, though. Work on it or I’ll kick you next time.”
The whole of KAT-TUN eats dinner together for the first time in months. Koki and Maru go back to the buffet table for seconds, and Ueda excuses himself, muttering something about his hair. Junno waves goodbye to Kame, who has to leave the restaurant early for some reason or other. Beside him, Jin is strangely pensive.
“Would you take me seriously now if I told you that I liked you?” Jin asks.
Junno bursts out laughing. “That’s a good one! I wish I were as funny as you, Akanishi. Maybe you wouldn’t make fun of me as much, then.”
Jin smiles painfully and wonders if this heavy feeling is what Junno always feels when people brush him off.
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[Koki/Maru]
Maru showed Ueda out of his apartment and exchanged the usual parting words. He closed the door and glanced at Koki, who was surfing the cable channels, looking bored. Everyone had gone home. It was only the two of them now.
“So, what do we do now?” Maru asked when Koki gave up and switched off the TV.
“I don’t know. Wanna play video games?” Koki suggested.
Maru shrugged. “Sure.”
They were poking at the videogame titles on the shelf in Maru’s room five minutes later, unable to choose what to play. “No, too lame…not this one, it’s boring…not…what the fuck, Yuichi, why is there a Sailor Moon RPG in here.” Koki suddenly burst out laughing, clutching the videogame casing in his shaking fist.
“That’s my sister’s!” Maru said defensively.
“Yeah, that’s why it’s on your shelf,” Koki teased, putting the game back. “I don’t really feel like playing anyway. Let’s just do something else.”
Maru glanced around his room. “Internet? Food? Old videos to watch where we can make fun of Taguchi?”
Koki spotted a pack of trading cards. “How about a game of poker?”
Maru sighed. Ever since Koki’s acting stint on My Boss, My Hero, he had taken up quite a few new hobbies. “Fine.”
An hour passed, and Koki was thoroughly kicking Maru’s ass in the game. “I win again! Man, if there was real money involved in this, you’d be beyond broke right now,” Koki crowed, standing up and doing a little victory jig.
“Yeah, yeah,” Maru said, pretending to scowl and failing miserably as he laughed at Koki’s antics. He fell back against his bed, narrowly missing the pile of cards scattered on it.
Koki stopped dancing, noticing that Maru’s eyes were closed. “Oi! Don’t fall asleep!” Koki jumped atop the bed, shaking Maru’s shoulder and causing cards to scatter everywhere.
Maru stirred slightly. “Go away,” he mumbled, craning an eye open.
“Geez! Get up, or I’ll…I’ll pluck your eyebrows!” Koki threatened. That had Maru jumping up in an instant. He groaned when he remembered that Koki didn’t bring his stuff here, therefore rendering the threat useless. He curled up into a ball on the bed.
“Nice try, Koki. Amuse yourself with something else. I’m going to sleep,” Maru yawned.
Koki pretended to throw a fit but it didn’t work (“Idiot, only Akanishi can pull that off”) so he resigned himself to cleaning up the mess they made, putting the cards away before crawling into bed next to Maru. He listened to Maru’s peaceful breathing, which slowly lulled him halfway between consciousness and sleep.
It was completely ordinary, but doing things like this-hanging out at each other’s places, laughing, goofing off-were the things he liked the most, and he was glad that even at this age, they were able to do it all. Life was good.
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[Koki/Kame]
He didn’t really mind at first, but after the nth time he felt a gaze boring a hole through the back of his head and turned to catch Kame staring at him, he figured it was only proper to ask.
“Is something the matter?” Koki inquired delicately. Hey, at least he could be discreet. He hoped Kame would take a leaf out of his book and return the favor.
Kame’s eyes were unreadable. “Nothing,” he answered tonelessly, shrugging and slinking off to catch up with Jin.
“It’s your hair,” Maru said dismissively when Koki asked him about it hours later. “Or rather, the lack of it.”
Koki raised a perfectly-groomed eyebrow. “My hair?”
Maru rolled his eyes. “Yes,” he clarified, mimicking how Koki stressed the last word.
And because Maru was a keen observer who usually knew more than he let on about the people around him, Koki took his word for it.
During the next break, Koki grabbed a chair next to Kame’s, flipping it around and straddling it so that his forearms rested on the chair’s back.
“So,” Koki leaned forward, smile wide. “You really think my hage style is cool?”
Kame’s gaze was blank. “Who told you that?”
Koki shrugged and waved his hand dismissively. “Do you?” he insisted.
Kame cocked his head to the side contemplatively. Before Koki could blink, a hand was on his nape and he could taste cherry-flavored lip gloss against his own lips. He let out a strangled sound as Kame’s tongue darted into his mouth, a delicate hand slowly sliding up and down the back of his shaved head.
Kame suddenly pulled away and stood up, licking his lips and gently running his fingers over Koki’s scalp. “I just like how the roughness feels against my fingertips, is all,” Kame said smugly before walking off.
Koki stared after him in a daze for a moment, but soon a lazy smirk slowly crept onto his lips.
Finally. Took him long enough.
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[Junno/Ueda]
They stood resignedly at the deserted bus stop, catching their breaths.
“When will the next bus arrive?” Ueda asked, slumping onto the bench in exhaustion.
Junno peered at the schedule. “An hour from now,” he read unhappily before sitting next to Ueda.
Ueda groaned. “Kamenashi’s going to kill us.”
Junno smiled reassuringly at him. “He’ll understand. I’ll call him right now to let him know we’re going to be late,” he said.
Ueda leaned back and closed his eyes, silently listening to Junno’s animated voice as he explained their situation to Kame over the phone.
“We’re really sorry, it won’t happen again…Yeah, of course we will…Thanks, Kame. Ja.” Junno ended the call and glanced at Ueda, who appeared to be half-asleep, little clouds of air forming in front of his lips.
The weather was unusually cold today.
“What’d he say?” Ueda spoke up suddenly.
“It’s fine,” Junno responded, eyeing Ueda’s sleeveless top. “Aren’t you cold?”
Ueda’s eyes fluttered open. “Not really,” he replied softly. “Are you?”
Junno nodded, rubbing his hands together to keep them warm. “Just a little.”
Ueda smiled. “Come here,” he commanded. Junno obliged, scooting closer to Ueda and wrapping an arm around him. “It’s supposed to be the other way around,” Ueda laughed, twirling ice-cold fingers into Junno’s free hand.
“You said you didn’t feel cold,” Junno admonished, tugging at Ueda until the older boy was practically in his lap, hugging him close and disentangling their fingers so that he could run his hands up and down Ueda’s arms to heat them up.
Ueda was quiet for a moment, staring into the distance as Junno’s arms slid back around his waist. “Just being with you is enough to make me feel warm,” he finally said. He turned his head, catching Junno’s cool lips against his own in a gentle kiss.
Junno tightened his hold on Ueda’s waist, feeling something warm bubbling within himself too. And somehow he no longer minded being stuck out here in the cold for another hour.
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[Maru/Kame]
Maru was the kind of person who had an almost unlimited supply of boundless energy. It was extremely helpful because it made his job a hell of a lot easier, and in this industry such a trait was rare and envied by all the poor unfortunates who didn’t possess it.
Kame was one such unfortunate. Unlike the others, though, he didn’t envy it at all-in fact he even exploited it, what with the countless times he shoved Maru into random broom closets for impromptu make out sessions.
Once, a clandestine meeting got severely out of hand-Maru was all for stopping because really, Kame had reached the point where the next blow of stress could actually finish him off-but then Kame ground against him hard and all rational thoughts flew out the window.
Much later, when they were both sweaty and half-naked and fifteen minutes late for dance rehearsal, Maru remembered why he first thought that this was a Very Bad Idea. He sat with his bare back against the wall of the tiny storage room, gasping to catch his breath, while Kame nodded off next to him, unconsciously resting his head against Maru’s shoulder.
“Kazuya,” Maru hissed frantically, “Don’t fall asleep here!”
Kame mumbled unintelligibly, eyes still closed. Great. He was definitely in la-la land by now.
Maru started panicking then, shaking Kame’s shoulder to no avail, so consumed with the task of waking him up that he failed to hear the footsteps approaching until the door had already swung open. He froze completely as Ueda gaped at them from the doorway, mouth hanging open for a long moment before he came to his senses and whirled around, beating a hasty retreat. Maru groaned.
Kame started looking significantly healthier in the next few days. He wondered why Ueda turned pale and didn’t meet his eyes whenever they were in the same room, though.
As for Maru, he never berated Ueda again whenever the other adamantly refused to fetch costumes or props from storage closets.
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[Jin/Ueda]
Ueda opened his notebook to a fresh page, poising his pen over the crisp white paper to write the lyrics he had just come up with.
“Tat-chan!” Jin threw himself onto the couch, startling Ueda. “I’ve got a surprise for you!”
The older boy reluctantly put his notebook away, moving to the very end of the couch so as not to be squashed by Jin, who was practically half on top of him. He was being overly affectionate today, Ueda noticed. “…what is it?”
Jin beamed, his face looming so close-when did he get there?-to Ueda’s that Ueda could’ve counted his eyelashes.
“Well?” Ueda prompted expectantly.
Jin laughed. “Close your eyes first!” His warm breath ghosted over Ueda’s lips, and Ueda caught the faint smell of spearmint.
Ueda raised an eyebrow before closing his eyes, humoring Jin’s request so that hopefully this would be over with fast and he could get back to his songwriting. Jin shifted slightly and in the next second Ueda felt a soft pressure against his mouth, the taste of mint lingering on his tingling lips. His eyes flew open in shock just as Jin pulled back.
“Did you like it?” Jin grinned.
Ueda blinked. “…..”
“You didn’t?” The smile on Jin’s face faltered, his eyes blinking rapidly as if to stave off tears.
Ueda hated when Jin looked at him like that-like he had just taken away Jin’s sole purpose for existing or something. He was so melodramatic sometimes. “No, it’s…it was okay,” he stuttered lamely, not really knowing what to say and just wishing that Jin would give him some room to breathe.
Jin’s eyes lit up again and he enveloped Ueda in a bone-breaking hug. Ueda winced and slapped at Jin’s back with an effort.
“Jin…let go.”
“Oops, sorry,” Jin said sheepishly, releasing him. “I’m so glad! I’ll give you another surprise tomorrow, so look forward to it!”
“No, that’s not…” Ueda trailed off when Jin jumped up and fled out of the room, “…necessary,” he finished to no one in particular.
He sighed and reopened his notebook, unconscious of the smile that had spread onto his face.
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[Jin/Kame]
Kame was an emotional person. That fact was certainly not a well-kept secret-everyone knew that Kame was inclined to cry over the most trivial things, from shoujo manga to chick flicks to a snag in his favorite Chanel scarf. People had varying opinions on this-some found it hilarious (Koki still cannot stop cracking up whenever he remembers how his own tears practically retreated back into his eyes after seeing Kame bawling when they watched The Green Mile together), others thought it was annoying (“Oh, suck it up, I don’t always have a spare Kleenex for you to wipe your ugly sniveling face with,” Ryo crossly told him once), and there were those rare ones who said it was cute (like Jin and Pi, but occasionally Pi would defect to the first group).
It was a trait that he didn’t mind being picked on with, and was even encouraged to exploit (fangirls were suckers for touchy-feely girly boys, apparently). ‘Kamenashi cries over the stupidest things,’ he often hears whispered behind his back.
Yes, he cried over the stupidest things. It was the things that mattered that he had learned never to cry over. Years in the entertainment business had schooled his emotions into keeping themselves in tight knots deep in his gut, leaving him free to take on an image that would sell and keep his audience satisfied. Cracking under pressure was a weakness. If there was one thing Kamenashi Kazuya was known for, it was his professionalism, a double-edged blade that segregated others either into his admirers or people who thought he constantly had a stick up his ass.
It was the latter that had him ending up in a dark, deserted room, sitting on the windowsill and staring blankly down at the sprawling metropolis below.
The door creaked open and Jin shuffled in. Kame glanced at him indifferently before turning back to the glass wall, not stirring even when Jin was directly in front of him.
“You okay?” Jin asked softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Kame shrugged and looked back at Jin with emotionless eyes, if only to appease the other man’s anxiety. Jin sighed and wrapped his arms around the other boy. Hugging Kame was always painful, like holding steel-coated glass-cold and unforgiving but fragile and weak on the inside.
“It’s okay,” Jin’s whisper was muffled in his hair, “When you’re with me you don’t have to hide.”
The younger man didn’t respond, only lifted a hand to curl into the front of Jin’s shirt, burying his face in Jin’s chest and inhaling the scent of citrus and signature men’s cologne and clean male sweat. No tears fell, and Jin smiled sadly, tightening his hold on Kame.
Jin cared for Kame more than anyone else, but even he still didn’t understand. There was no need for Kame to cry as long as he had Jin.
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[Maru/Junno]
“Hey,” Maru frowned, “There’s something wrong with this.” He shook the PSP as if doing so would make the contents of the screen un-freeze.
Junno gasped. “Don’t do that!” he exclaimed, grabbing the gadget from Maru and cradling it in his arms reverently as if it were a sacred object.
Maru easily snatched it back. “I’ll fix it myself,” he insisted, twiddling with the buttons.
“NO,” Junno shrieked. Amazing how putting his precious videogames at risk made him capable of reaching notes that only Jin was supposedly capable of.
Maru laughed, gripping the sides of the PSP tightly so as not to allow Junno’s prying fingers to dislodge it from his hands.
“Give it to me! I’ll teach you how to fix it,” Junno pleaded, horrified that Maru was treating his beloved PSP with such blatant irreverence.
“If you say so,” Maru said with a shrug, handing it back to him.
Junno breathed a sigh of relief once the PSP was safely in his hands. “Now, listen, you just have to press this…”
Maru nodded, glancing at Junno’s serious face. He wrapped his arms around Junno’s waist and rested his chin on the younger boy’s shoulder, peering at the device in his hands.
“After that…” Junno barreled on, not noticing how Maru’s hands were wandering lower.
“And then you just reset it!” Junno finished. He jumped a little as Maru gently bit his ear, finally becoming aware of hands slowly making their way to his-
“Oh my god. You two are so sick,” Jin’s loud voice exclaimed from the doorway.
Junno’s face was bright red as he shot away from Maru, accidentally dropping the PSP in his panic.
“Sorry, Akanishi,” Maru said, not sounding sorry at all as he smiled at the now-broken gadget on the floor.
Jin shuddered. “Ew. I’m just going to leave now before I catch all your gay germs,” he said in mock-disgust, but he didn’t make any move to leave the room.
Junno was in tears as he kneeled on the floor, clutching desperately at the PSP. “It’s really broken now,” he sobbed.
Maru patted his back sympathetically. “That’s okay, Junno. I have other things in mind that we could do to make you feel better.” He smirked, and Junno blushed hard, but he reluctantly relinquished his gadget over to Maru’s waiting hand.
There were few things that could tear Junno away from his precious videogames, including work and the need for food. Jin had just discovered yet another exception, and he hastily left the room, wishing that he had never found out.
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[Koki/Ueda]
“You’re on in ten minutes! You should have your costumes on by now!” the manager bellows. Around him, the members of KAT-TUN stop whatever they’re doing (all of which have nothing to do with preparing for the show) and dive for their seats along the vanity area, scrabbling among their belongings for brushes, mascara, lip gloss and other beauty products essential to their craft.
“Oh, so now you decide to move.” The manager shook his head in disgust, leaving the room, but not before tapping his watch and glaring at them pointedly.
Ueda amusedly watches his band mates as he puts on his costume. “Jin, your foundation is too thick,” he points out.
Jin scowls at him but pats his face with a clean cloth anyway. “Shut up, Tat-chan. Don’t act so smug just because you’ve been primping in front of the mirror for an hour.”
Ueda laughs, his eyes sliding over to Junno, who can’t quite get his hair to look the way he wants it to, then to Maru, who drops his lip gloss in his haste. He glances at Koki, a little startled that the rapper is already done dressing up, clothes and shoes and all.
“Heh. Easy,” Koki shoots a triumphant look in Jin’s direction. Ueda observes Koki passively. He had always admired the other somehow. Maybe it was because he seemed so carefree and at ease with his own looks, not caring about what other people thought as long as he thought it was good enough for himself. Koki dodges Jin’s mock-punch and sees Ueda looking at him. “Is there something wrong with my costume?” he asks, glancing down casually at his clothes.
Ueda flushes slightly but Koki doesn’t seem to notice. “Yeah, your collar’s crooked,” he finds himself saying, stepping forward and fixing Koki’s collar for him impulsively.
“Thanks.” Koki grins and gives him a once-over. “You look perfect as usual, of course,” he remarks jokingly, but the comment makes Ueda’s cheeks flush even more. “Except…you put on too much blush!” Koki taps Ueda’s flaming cheeks and Ueda stumbles back, scrambling over to his seat and pretending to busy himself with remedying Koki’s observation.
“Don’t sweat it, it’s not that bad,” Koki laughs, twirling one of Ueda’s locks.
Ueda ducks his head. “Right,” he mumbles.
Jin throws a brush at Koki. “Hey! Don’t mess up Tat-chan’s hair! It took him twenty minutes to perfect that,” he admonishes, feigning a stern expression.
“It’s okay,” Ueda says, glaring at Jin, who snickers and moves off to put on his costume.
“Yeah! Ueda looks nice even with bird’s-nest hair that he gets whenever he wakes up in the morning,” Koki jumps to Ueda’s defense.
“Oh, and you would know, Koki?” Jin asks shrewdly.
Ueda’s forehead is practically against the table’s surface. Koki splutters in indignation.
“Guys, get moving!” Kame yells, irritated that no one is listening to him.
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[Jin/Maru]
“Oi, Akanishi, you need help with that?” Maru asked.
Jin struggled with the zipper in front of his costume for another moment then sighed, nodding. Maru moved in, a little too close for comfort, and eased the zipper open, his other hand lingering on Jin’s chest longer than was necessary.
“There,” Maru smiled widely at Jin, pushing at his bare chest playfully before walking away. Jin raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment.
When practice ended and Jin was lying spread-eagle on the mats, resting, Maru popped out of nowhere. “Do you want a glass of water?”
Jin sat up, scrutinizing Maru’s eager expression uncertainly. “Uh…sure.” Maru nodded seriously and scurried off.
“What’s up with Nakamaru?” Jin asked Koki later, a glass of ice-cold water in his hand.
Koki shrugged, avoiding Jin’s eyes. “Beats me. Why don’t you go ask him?” He sauntered off. Jin frowned.
“Are you hungry now, Akanishi? I’ll treat you to dinner!” Maru offered at the end of the day, looking hopeful. Jin was taken aback.
“No thanks. I’m going to Tat-chan’s house and we’re eating dinner there,” Jin answered, noting how Maru’s face fell. He watched as Maru left, Koki throwing an arm over his shoulder and whispering furtively in his ear.
“I think Nakamaru has a crush on me!” Jin told Kame the next day.
Kame rolled his eyes. “Well, aren’t you full of yourself. And where did you get that idea?”
“Shh! Shut up or he’ll hear you,” Jin hissed.
Ten feet away, Maru glanced nervously at Jin. He would tell him when the time was right.
Jin checked his phone for new messages. ‘I have something to tell you. Can you stay behind after today’s taping? Sender: Nakamaru Yuichi’. Jin thrust his phone at Kame smugly. Kame only scoffed.
Jin felt a sick sort of apprehension after work ended and Maru started walking toward him.
Maru was noticeably jittery. “Akanishi-”
“It’s okay, I know already,” Jin interrupted in his gentlest tone.
Maru looked surprised. “You do?”
Jin nodded, placing his hands on Maru’s shoulders. “Put yourself at ease, Nakamaru,” he began bracingly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept your feelings.”
Maru gaped at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Jin retracted his hands, confused. “Weren’t you going to confess to me?”
Maru frowned. “NO,” he said, so adamantly that Jin was immediately convinced.
“Then what were you going to tell me?” Jin demanded.
Maru laughed nervously. “Uh, well. I kinda…slippedandtoldYamapithatyouweretheonewhosethimuponadatewiththatoldhag, andnowhesaidhe’sgoingtobeatyouupthenexttimeyouseeeachother,” he babbled inhumanly fast.
Jin’s face was blank for a moment, but then… “YOU WHAT!”
“I’m sorry!” Maru cried, turning tail to escape from Jin’s wrath.
“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU, NAKAMARU!” Jin screamed, chasing after him.
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[Junno/Koki]
There was a serious look on Junno’s face as he closed in on his adversary, prodding it with the only implement he had at hand.
“Ow! That hurts, you know.” Koki’s eyes watered slightly as he glanced at the shallow wound on his knee that Junno was currently tending to.
“It does?” Junno asked cheerfully, making another swipe at the wound with a fresh alcohol-soaked cotton ball.
Koki gritted his teeth. “No shit,” he growled, glowering while Junno rummaged around in the first-aid kit for band-aids. “Aren’t you done yet?”
“Nope,” Junno answered, smile disturbingly bright as he poked Koki’s wound repeatedly with the cotton ball, heedless to Koki’s blatant winces. “You scraped yourself in the dirt. Who knows what nasty bacteria are festering in your wound right now. It needs to be thoroughly disinfected.”
“I’ll take the risk,” Koki snapped sourly, snatching a band-aid from Junno’s other hand and covering his wound with it before Junno got it into his head to use hydrogen peroxide next. He swore Junno was enjoying this.
Junno shrugged, diverting his attention to the scrape on Koki’s other knee, considerably bigger and nastier than the first. He unscrewed the cap of the alcohol bottle and poured the disinfectant directly onto the wound.
“FUCK! Taguchi!” Koki yelled, jumping up and immediately regretting doing so as stinging pain shot through his stretched knees. He fell back into his chair, giving Junno his best I-am-a-tough-gangsta-so-fear-my-wrath-bitch glare.
Junno blissfully ignored him, going about his task and making sure that Koki felt as much discomfort as possible.
Even in insignificant things revenge was sweet, and whatever form it took, Junno would milk it for all it was worth.
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[Maru/Ueda]
Ueda frowns at the tiny stub of lip gloss protruding from its plastic casing, then at the nearly-empty tube of mascara beside it. He sighs and glances about, only now noticing that most of his band mates had left. Except for one.
“Yuichi,” he calls out just as Maru is about to walk out of the room, “Do me a favor.”
Half an hour later finds two disguised idols strolling around the nearest mall, passing off to most as a teenage couple who had a penchant for thick scarves and sunglasses.
“Thanks for coming with me,” Ueda says gratefully as he inspects the leather jacket in his hands with a critical eye. He shakes his head and puts it back on the rack.
“No problem,” answers Maru, looking around the store for something of interest. Everything in this place wouldn’t look out of place in a funeral, he thinks. The color, anyway.
After two more hours, Maru’s arms are tired from lugging around Ueda’s countless shopping bags. He overhears random passersby sympathizing with ‘that poor boy who has a shopaholic for a girlfriend. I wonder if she makes him pay for everything as well.’ The comments bounce off him. He’s used to it. He wonders what Ueda thinks about people mistaking him for a girl, though. He’s not quite sure if Ueda really can’t hear them, or if he’s just pretending that he doesn’t.
“I thought you said you were only going to buy makeup,” Maru remarks patiently.
Ueda sets down the silver earring he had just held up to his ear. “Did I?” he says confusedly.
Maru chuckles in spite of himself. Ueda is so much like a child sometimes. Few people ever notice it-most like to think that he is aloof and mysterious, only registering a brief expression of surprise when he breaks into a smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. Even fewer realize that he is probably the most dependent person in their group-Kame’s polar opposite, if it could be put in that way. It was ironic because among the six he was the second oldest-Kame, the youngest. Everyone else in KAT-TUN feels the unexplainable need to protect Ueda from…from what, exactly? Jin always used to say that Ueda was always in his own world. Maybe it is that world that they didn’t want destroyed, that world where Ueda could still smile so innocently without a trace of weariness or pretense.
Like the others, Maru somehow draws strength from Ueda’s smile, a constant reminder that youth didn’t necessarily melt away with age, nor naiveté with constant exposure to the world’s nastier aspects.
“I want ice cream!” Ueda suddenly exclaims, pointing at the ice cream parlor across the shop they had just left.
“Hey, don’t act like a little kid!” Maru laughs, swatting one of the shopping bags at him. He didn’t really mean the words.
Maru doesn’t want that world to crumble more than anyone else.
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[Jin/Koki]
“I,” Jin proclaimed triumphantly, “am a genius.” His smile was wide as he dangled a bottle of neon green hair dye in front of Koki’s face.
Koki looked honestly lost. “Don’t tell me you ingested this stuff and it made your IQ shoot up to the three-digit level.”
“Stupid!” Jin answered, pouting. “I put some of this in Kame’s favorite shampoo! And Ueda’s.”
“Are you out of your mind.” Koki said. It was not a question. “Why the hell did you do that?”
Jin smirked. “Kame had the nerve to tell me that my clothes in the Yorokobi no Uta PV sucked! Like I was too lazy to change out of my DAT-TUN5 costume or something. He’s just jealous because I never look boring in anything I wear. This should teach him not to mess with the great, hot, sexy Akanishi Jin!”
“...and Ueda?”
Jin appeared puzzled for a moment. “Oh, he didn’t do anything. There was just a lot of dye left over and I thought I’d use it so it wouldn’t be a complete waste.”
Koki merely stared at him, clearly of the opinion that Jin’s brain was in dire need of repair. “It’s your funeral, man.”
Jin stuck his nose in the air. “You simply cannot comprehend the vastness of my superior intellect,” he responded haughtily.
“Superiorly nonexistent intellect, you mean,” Koki snickered, leaning back as a livid Kame, freshly showered and hair still thankfully russet, stormed into the room.
“Heeey, why is your hair still normal?” Jin complained. A tight-lipped Kame wrenched open the bottle of expensive shampoo in his hand and dumped its contents all over Jin’s hair in response. Jin shrieked, and Koki sniggered.
Ueda leaned against the doorframe, pretty locks still intact, looking quite amused. Kame stalked out of the room without another word, Ueda falling into step behind him. Jin wailed and tore at his hair. It took him five more minutes to realize that his actions were only furthering the damage on it, and he slumped onto the seat next to Koki, dismayed that his prank had backfired so easily on him.
Koki would not stop laughing and it was beginning to get on his nerves. “…shut up, you.” Jin said miserably.
“Or what? You’ll dump that stuff on my head?” Koki guffawed.
Jin pouted. “No, but I can do this,” he retorted, tackling Koki and causing both of them to lose their balance. Koki saw stars as his head hit the floor and he yelped, Jin’s teeth knocking against his in a not-quite kiss.
“Way to go, brainiac,” Koki grumbled, pushing Jin off him and rubbing his bruised head. He glared at Jin, then at Jin’s hair, which the dye was starting to work its magic on. His irritation dissipated and he began laughing uncontrollably again.
Jin sighed. Geniuses like him were so misunderstood.
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[Junno/Kame]
Patience is a virtue, Junno’s mother taught him long ago. And to this day he keeps it to heart, although he couldn’t say for sure if other people cared. They always seemed to take it for granted whenever he shrugged off their insults and good-natured slaps and kicks with a peaceful smile.
He watches in silence as Kame talks to one of the managers, a serious look on his face, watches as Jin and Koki amble up to them just as the manager finishes briefing him on who knew what-his millionth interview or talk show guesting for that week, probably. Koki tells Kame something and Kame shakes his head apologetically in response; Jin rolls his eyes and drags Koki away. Junno walks towards Kame but stops when Maru bounds up to the youngest member and whispers enthusiastically into his ear.
Patience is a virtue, Junno reminds himself as he stares down at the two tickets in his hand. He wonders if, despite Kame’s hectic schedule, he could still convince him to go. It is Ueda who approaches Kame next, speaking earnestly as Kame nods and gestures for Ueda to wait.
Kame grabs his bag and walks towards the chair where his jacket is hanging from, which is right next to Junno’s seat. Junno sighs and moves to shove the tickets back into his pocket.
“What’s that?” Kame asks curiously. Junno hesitates and reluctantly shows him the tickets. “A gaming convention?”
Junno nods. “Do you want to go?” he blurts out before he can stop himself.
Kame looks surprised. “I’m not interested in that stuff,” he answers. Junno’s face falls, and Kame smiles. “But I’ll go if you want. It might be fun.”
The hopeful look returns to Junno’s face. “But what about Ueda?” he asks uncertainly, gesturing at the boy in question who was glancing impatiently at his watch.
“We were just going to have a cup of coffee at the new café downtown. Want to come? We can go to that event of yours right after.”
“Really?” Junno smiles happily, and Kame laughs, taking Junno’s hand as they join Ueda.
Sometimes it pays to wait.
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[KAT-TUN/KAT-TUN], by momo
The elevator makes a frightening lurch, and in between the twelfth and thirteenth floors the tiny space is plunged in darkness. Junno yelps and falls back on Kame, who then flails his arms in an effort to support himself and ends up bumping chests with Jin. Maru has stuck his body in between Koki and Ueda, who both have the common sense to actually hold on to the steel bars.
"....is this the part where we scream hysterically?" Jin asks after a long silence. The elevator has come to a full stop. A dim, yellowed lightbulb serves as their only source of light.
"Oh my god," Kame gasps against Jin's suit. "Oh my god."
"Oh my god is right," Maru mutters, brushing dirt off his elbows. "Looks like we're stuck, guys."
"I knew it." Koki crosses his arms. "Management spent so much on our concert pamphlets and now they can't even afford to give us a decent building to shoot the PV in."
"Hey," Jin says in what he hopes is a soothing tone, one hand around Kame's waist and the other around Koki's shoulders, "Atleast we get pretty nice costumes."
"You should talk," Ueda chuckles. "Isn't that your DATTUN5 costume?"
Jin blinks. "It is?" he questions, peering down curiously at himself. Dozens of shiny, golden necklaces stare up at him. "...I think you're right," he concludes with a slight pout.
"Of course," Ueda replies mock haughtily.
"So," Junno's voice breaks through the conversation, "what do you guys want to do now?"
Kame sighs loudly against Jin's lapel. He is the first to sit down on the cold tile. "We wait."
An hour and a half passes and everyone is beginning to grow restless. Junno, Koki, Jin and Maru have engaged themselves in a repetetive game of Jan Ken Pon. At first it was all six of them, but Ueda gives up after thirty minutes, claiming to be really bored with winning all the time. Kame, on the other hand, gives up after an hour's worth of getting his ass handed to him.
"This is stupid, anyway." Kame makes a 'hmph' sound and turns away from all of them.
"There, there," Jin laughs, patting Kame's head.
Another hour passes, and even the smile on Junno's face is beginning to strain. Suddenly he grabs at his stomach.
"Are you hungry?" Ueda asks comfortingly.
"No," Junno whines, "I want to pee."
Everyone in the small space stares at him in barely disguised horror. Koki, sitting beside him, inches away and clutches at Kame's bare arm. "Taguchi, don't make dumb jokes at a time like this."
"I'm not kidding, guys," Junno groans.
"You'll just have to hold it in for a while longer, man," Maru rubs his arm.
Junno groans even louder, and the rest of KAT-TUN isn't used to it. So they all just settle for shifting uncomfortably when Junno's face falls bit by bit.
Thirty more minutes go by. Junno is rocking back and forth now with his head between his knees. Suddenly Jin breaks the dead air by taking off the dark suit and undoing the buttons of his dress shirt one by one. He hasn't gotten to the second button when Kame grabs his wrist.
"What are you doing?" Kame hisses.
"It's hot in this thing!" Jin replies, jerking his hand back.
"You know what we all should just do?" Maru blurts out, wasting no time in following Jin's example and taking off his jacket. "I think we should all just have one big, sweaty--"
"WE'RE ALL SLEEPING AND THAT'S THAT," Ueda bellows, and there is no more room for questions.
"...Can I atleast take off my pants, too?" Jin dares to squeak, and is rewarded with a thwack to the head.
"Dude," Koki whispers harshly to Maru with panicked eyes, "we're not doing anything that has Taguchi naked and with a full bladder."
fin
CREDIT CREDIT CREDIT i am so stupid for forgetting to put this in T___T bad nami
~All drabbles inspired by sentence prompts by Momo
~Jin/Maru drabble inspired by DBSK's infamous fanservice vid, "Dangerous Love" dbsk, i salute your ghei prowess. but kat-tun beats you guys any day! uh, yeah. dbsk fans, i do not mean to offend >_<
Author: nami
Genre: various
Rating: PG-13 at most
Pairing/s: kojindamarunnome! …various
Summary: 15 drabbles on the 15 possible pairings in KAT-TUN. No, seriously.
Notes: For momo, because she is a sadist I love her too much, and because I was gullible enough to accept the challenge.
[Kame/Ueda]
It was relatively quiet in the KAT-TUN dressing room, what with Jin dead asleep on the couch, Koki, Maru and Ueda off to who knew where, and Junno deeply absorbed with a game in his DS that, for once, didn’t involve blowing up people’s heads. Kame closed his eyes and relished in the peacefulness of the moment, so rarely attained whenever he was around the members of his group.
Of course it didn’t last long. The door flew open and in barged a furious Ueda, something resembling a postcard in his clenched fist.
“That Nishikido,” Ueda bit out as he waved the somewhat crumpled prank photo manipulation in Kame’s bewildered face.
Kame stared at the picture quizzically. “What’s the big deal?”
Ueda gaped at him, shoving the photograph directly under Kame’s nose. “Have you gone blind? Us? Princesses? Tiaras?”
The corners of Kame’s lips quirked up in a slight smile. “I think it rather suits you,” he said fondly, eyes glazing over as he undoubtedly envisioned Ueda in a sparkly ballroom gown complete with gloves and a diamond-studded necklace.
“You’re kidding me.” Ueda glared at him, flipping his hair back in disgust. “Why are you on his side? Ugh, never mind, I can beat up that idiot myself-”
“Why would you? It looks so real! Ryo did a pretty good job, ne?” Kame remarked.
“That’s not the point!” Ueda screeched hysterically, stirring Jin from his slumber. Junno tore his eyes from the tiny console screen and glanced at them curiously.
“There, there, Tatsuya. Don’t be so upset-you look really pretty in this!” Kame cooed in what he obviously thought was a placating tone, guiding Ueda to sit next to him and rubbing slow circles on his back. “Although not as beautiful as me, of course,” he added with a satisfied glance at the discarded picture on the floor as Ueda despaired over Kame’s utter lack of virility.
When Koki and Maru returned, they were greeted by the sight of Jin and Junno staring with rapt attention at Kame, who had an arm around a traumatized Ueda and was alternately kissing him and petting his hair in a misguidedly reassuring manner, murmuring soothing words into the older man’s ear, of which only the oft-repeated ‘Tat-chan’ and ‘pretty’ were audible.
Koki saw the manip on the floor and burst out laughing. Maru picked it up and sighed. “We used to be a boyband,” he said wretchedly.
“Ryo-chan was right!” Jin clapped in glee. “This is way better than the yuri manga I was asking for the other day.”
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[Jin/Junno]
He sprints forward and climbs two rungs up the ladder without using his hands, kicking off with his right foot to execute a smooth back flip, twisting his body around almost one hundred eighty degrees before landing safely on his feet.
Someone behind him claps. “Ooh, teach me how to do that!” Junno turns around and sees Jin, eyes sparkling in delight.
“Sure.” Junno smiles hesitantly, wondering if this is another one of Jin’s jokes.
Jin puts his hands on his hips. “Oi, what’s with that look?” he says accusingly.
“Eh?” Junno blinks.
“You thought I was just messing with you!” Jin crosses his arms over his chest.
“…weren’t you?” Junno answers, the smile on his face unwavering.
Jin glares at him. “You never take me seriously,” he complains, stalking off.
They are doing stretching exercises, and Junno is helping Jin reach his toes. “Isn’t it the other way around?” Junno says suddenly, and Jin stops.
“Huh?” is Jin’s intelligent response.
“You’re the one who never takes me seriously,” Junno points out.
Recognition stirs in Jin’s eyes. “Oh! That. Your answer is two hours late, baka.” He turns around and whaps Junno on the head.
Junno smiles.
“See, that’s why people think that of you. You take crap from everyone like they’re Christmas presents and grin at them as if you wanted more,” Jin says irritably.
“So you want me to get mad at you instead?”
Jin looks insulted. “I didn’t mean me. I don’t give you crap; this is my way of showing affection. Dumbass.” He stands up and leaves the room.
Junno cocks his head to the side. Was it something he said?
It is Koki who play-kicks him the next time he cracks a lame pun. Beside him, Jin laughs and laughs. Koki and Junno stare.
“You found Taguchi’s joke funny?" Koki asks in amazement.
“Hey, my puns aren’t that bad,” Junno protests halfheartedly.
Jin composes himself. “They are. I just thought I should laugh once in a while to make you feel better.”
“Don’t encourage him!” Koki cries, and Junno’s smile is uncertain again.
“I was lying,” Jin tells Junno when Koki went away. “Sometimes your jokes are so lame, all I can do is laugh. That doesn’t mean they’re funny, though. Work on it or I’ll kick you next time.”
The whole of KAT-TUN eats dinner together for the first time in months. Koki and Maru go back to the buffet table for seconds, and Ueda excuses himself, muttering something about his hair. Junno waves goodbye to Kame, who has to leave the restaurant early for some reason or other. Beside him, Jin is strangely pensive.
“Would you take me seriously now if I told you that I liked you?” Jin asks.
Junno bursts out laughing. “That’s a good one! I wish I were as funny as you, Akanishi. Maybe you wouldn’t make fun of me as much, then.”
Jin smiles painfully and wonders if this heavy feeling is what Junno always feels when people brush him off.
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[Koki/Maru]
Maru showed Ueda out of his apartment and exchanged the usual parting words. He closed the door and glanced at Koki, who was surfing the cable channels, looking bored. Everyone had gone home. It was only the two of them now.
“So, what do we do now?” Maru asked when Koki gave up and switched off the TV.
“I don’t know. Wanna play video games?” Koki suggested.
Maru shrugged. “Sure.”
They were poking at the videogame titles on the shelf in Maru’s room five minutes later, unable to choose what to play. “No, too lame…not this one, it’s boring…not…what the fuck, Yuichi, why is there a Sailor Moon RPG in here.” Koki suddenly burst out laughing, clutching the videogame casing in his shaking fist.
“That’s my sister’s!” Maru said defensively.
“Yeah, that’s why it’s on your shelf,” Koki teased, putting the game back. “I don’t really feel like playing anyway. Let’s just do something else.”
Maru glanced around his room. “Internet? Food? Old videos to watch where we can make fun of Taguchi?”
Koki spotted a pack of trading cards. “How about a game of poker?”
Maru sighed. Ever since Koki’s acting stint on My Boss, My Hero, he had taken up quite a few new hobbies. “Fine.”
An hour passed, and Koki was thoroughly kicking Maru’s ass in the game. “I win again! Man, if there was real money involved in this, you’d be beyond broke right now,” Koki crowed, standing up and doing a little victory jig.
“Yeah, yeah,” Maru said, pretending to scowl and failing miserably as he laughed at Koki’s antics. He fell back against his bed, narrowly missing the pile of cards scattered on it.
Koki stopped dancing, noticing that Maru’s eyes were closed. “Oi! Don’t fall asleep!” Koki jumped atop the bed, shaking Maru’s shoulder and causing cards to scatter everywhere.
Maru stirred slightly. “Go away,” he mumbled, craning an eye open.
“Geez! Get up, or I’ll…I’ll pluck your eyebrows!” Koki threatened. That had Maru jumping up in an instant. He groaned when he remembered that Koki didn’t bring his stuff here, therefore rendering the threat useless. He curled up into a ball on the bed.
“Nice try, Koki. Amuse yourself with something else. I’m going to sleep,” Maru yawned.
Koki pretended to throw a fit but it didn’t work (“Idiot, only Akanishi can pull that off”) so he resigned himself to cleaning up the mess they made, putting the cards away before crawling into bed next to Maru. He listened to Maru’s peaceful breathing, which slowly lulled him halfway between consciousness and sleep.
It was completely ordinary, but doing things like this-hanging out at each other’s places, laughing, goofing off-were the things he liked the most, and he was glad that even at this age, they were able to do it all. Life was good.
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[Koki/Kame]
He didn’t really mind at first, but after the nth time he felt a gaze boring a hole through the back of his head and turned to catch Kame staring at him, he figured it was only proper to ask.
“Is something the matter?” Koki inquired delicately. Hey, at least he could be discreet. He hoped Kame would take a leaf out of his book and return the favor.
Kame’s eyes were unreadable. “Nothing,” he answered tonelessly, shrugging and slinking off to catch up with Jin.
“It’s your hair,” Maru said dismissively when Koki asked him about it hours later. “Or rather, the lack of it.”
Koki raised a perfectly-groomed eyebrow. “My hair?”
Maru rolled his eyes. “Yes,” he clarified, mimicking how Koki stressed the last word.
And because Maru was a keen observer who usually knew more than he let on about the people around him, Koki took his word for it.
During the next break, Koki grabbed a chair next to Kame’s, flipping it around and straddling it so that his forearms rested on the chair’s back.
“So,” Koki leaned forward, smile wide. “You really think my hage style is cool?”
Kame’s gaze was blank. “Who told you that?”
Koki shrugged and waved his hand dismissively. “Do you?” he insisted.
Kame cocked his head to the side contemplatively. Before Koki could blink, a hand was on his nape and he could taste cherry-flavored lip gloss against his own lips. He let out a strangled sound as Kame’s tongue darted into his mouth, a delicate hand slowly sliding up and down the back of his shaved head.
Kame suddenly pulled away and stood up, licking his lips and gently running his fingers over Koki’s scalp. “I just like how the roughness feels against my fingertips, is all,” Kame said smugly before walking off.
Koki stared after him in a daze for a moment, but soon a lazy smirk slowly crept onto his lips.
Finally. Took him long enough.
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[Junno/Ueda]
They stood resignedly at the deserted bus stop, catching their breaths.
“When will the next bus arrive?” Ueda asked, slumping onto the bench in exhaustion.
Junno peered at the schedule. “An hour from now,” he read unhappily before sitting next to Ueda.
Ueda groaned. “Kamenashi’s going to kill us.”
Junno smiled reassuringly at him. “He’ll understand. I’ll call him right now to let him know we’re going to be late,” he said.
Ueda leaned back and closed his eyes, silently listening to Junno’s animated voice as he explained their situation to Kame over the phone.
“We’re really sorry, it won’t happen again…Yeah, of course we will…Thanks, Kame. Ja.” Junno ended the call and glanced at Ueda, who appeared to be half-asleep, little clouds of air forming in front of his lips.
The weather was unusually cold today.
“What’d he say?” Ueda spoke up suddenly.
“It’s fine,” Junno responded, eyeing Ueda’s sleeveless top. “Aren’t you cold?”
Ueda’s eyes fluttered open. “Not really,” he replied softly. “Are you?”
Junno nodded, rubbing his hands together to keep them warm. “Just a little.”
Ueda smiled. “Come here,” he commanded. Junno obliged, scooting closer to Ueda and wrapping an arm around him. “It’s supposed to be the other way around,” Ueda laughed, twirling ice-cold fingers into Junno’s free hand.
“You said you didn’t feel cold,” Junno admonished, tugging at Ueda until the older boy was practically in his lap, hugging him close and disentangling their fingers so that he could run his hands up and down Ueda’s arms to heat them up.
Ueda was quiet for a moment, staring into the distance as Junno’s arms slid back around his waist. “Just being with you is enough to make me feel warm,” he finally said. He turned his head, catching Junno’s cool lips against his own in a gentle kiss.
Junno tightened his hold on Ueda’s waist, feeling something warm bubbling within himself too. And somehow he no longer minded being stuck out here in the cold for another hour.
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[Maru/Kame]
Maru was the kind of person who had an almost unlimited supply of boundless energy. It was extremely helpful because it made his job a hell of a lot easier, and in this industry such a trait was rare and envied by all the poor unfortunates who didn’t possess it.
Kame was one such unfortunate. Unlike the others, though, he didn’t envy it at all-in fact he even exploited it, what with the countless times he shoved Maru into random broom closets for impromptu make out sessions.
Once, a clandestine meeting got severely out of hand-Maru was all for stopping because really, Kame had reached the point where the next blow of stress could actually finish him off-but then Kame ground against him hard and all rational thoughts flew out the window.
Much later, when they were both sweaty and half-naked and fifteen minutes late for dance rehearsal, Maru remembered why he first thought that this was a Very Bad Idea. He sat with his bare back against the wall of the tiny storage room, gasping to catch his breath, while Kame nodded off next to him, unconsciously resting his head against Maru’s shoulder.
“Kazuya,” Maru hissed frantically, “Don’t fall asleep here!”
Kame mumbled unintelligibly, eyes still closed. Great. He was definitely in la-la land by now.
Maru started panicking then, shaking Kame’s shoulder to no avail, so consumed with the task of waking him up that he failed to hear the footsteps approaching until the door had already swung open. He froze completely as Ueda gaped at them from the doorway, mouth hanging open for a long moment before he came to his senses and whirled around, beating a hasty retreat. Maru groaned.
Kame started looking significantly healthier in the next few days. He wondered why Ueda turned pale and didn’t meet his eyes whenever they were in the same room, though.
As for Maru, he never berated Ueda again whenever the other adamantly refused to fetch costumes or props from storage closets.
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[Jin/Ueda]
Ueda opened his notebook to a fresh page, poising his pen over the crisp white paper to write the lyrics he had just come up with.
“Tat-chan!” Jin threw himself onto the couch, startling Ueda. “I’ve got a surprise for you!”
The older boy reluctantly put his notebook away, moving to the very end of the couch so as not to be squashed by Jin, who was practically half on top of him. He was being overly affectionate today, Ueda noticed. “…what is it?”
Jin beamed, his face looming so close-when did he get there?-to Ueda’s that Ueda could’ve counted his eyelashes.
“Well?” Ueda prompted expectantly.
Jin laughed. “Close your eyes first!” His warm breath ghosted over Ueda’s lips, and Ueda caught the faint smell of spearmint.
Ueda raised an eyebrow before closing his eyes, humoring Jin’s request so that hopefully this would be over with fast and he could get back to his songwriting. Jin shifted slightly and in the next second Ueda felt a soft pressure against his mouth, the taste of mint lingering on his tingling lips. His eyes flew open in shock just as Jin pulled back.
“Did you like it?” Jin grinned.
Ueda blinked. “…..”
“You didn’t?” The smile on Jin’s face faltered, his eyes blinking rapidly as if to stave off tears.
Ueda hated when Jin looked at him like that-like he had just taken away Jin’s sole purpose for existing or something. He was so melodramatic sometimes. “No, it’s…it was okay,” he stuttered lamely, not really knowing what to say and just wishing that Jin would give him some room to breathe.
Jin’s eyes lit up again and he enveloped Ueda in a bone-breaking hug. Ueda winced and slapped at Jin’s back with an effort.
“Jin…let go.”
“Oops, sorry,” Jin said sheepishly, releasing him. “I’m so glad! I’ll give you another surprise tomorrow, so look forward to it!”
“No, that’s not…” Ueda trailed off when Jin jumped up and fled out of the room, “…necessary,” he finished to no one in particular.
He sighed and reopened his notebook, unconscious of the smile that had spread onto his face.
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[Jin/Kame]
Kame was an emotional person. That fact was certainly not a well-kept secret-everyone knew that Kame was inclined to cry over the most trivial things, from shoujo manga to chick flicks to a snag in his favorite Chanel scarf. People had varying opinions on this-some found it hilarious (Koki still cannot stop cracking up whenever he remembers how his own tears practically retreated back into his eyes after seeing Kame bawling when they watched The Green Mile together), others thought it was annoying (“Oh, suck it up, I don’t always have a spare Kleenex for you to wipe your ugly sniveling face with,” Ryo crossly told him once), and there were those rare ones who said it was cute (like Jin and Pi, but occasionally Pi would defect to the first group).
It was a trait that he didn’t mind being picked on with, and was even encouraged to exploit (fangirls were suckers for touchy-feely girly boys, apparently). ‘Kamenashi cries over the stupidest things,’ he often hears whispered behind his back.
Yes, he cried over the stupidest things. It was the things that mattered that he had learned never to cry over. Years in the entertainment business had schooled his emotions into keeping themselves in tight knots deep in his gut, leaving him free to take on an image that would sell and keep his audience satisfied. Cracking under pressure was a weakness. If there was one thing Kamenashi Kazuya was known for, it was his professionalism, a double-edged blade that segregated others either into his admirers or people who thought he constantly had a stick up his ass.
It was the latter that had him ending up in a dark, deserted room, sitting on the windowsill and staring blankly down at the sprawling metropolis below.
The door creaked open and Jin shuffled in. Kame glanced at him indifferently before turning back to the glass wall, not stirring even when Jin was directly in front of him.
“You okay?” Jin asked softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Kame shrugged and looked back at Jin with emotionless eyes, if only to appease the other man’s anxiety. Jin sighed and wrapped his arms around the other boy. Hugging Kame was always painful, like holding steel-coated glass-cold and unforgiving but fragile and weak on the inside.
“It’s okay,” Jin’s whisper was muffled in his hair, “When you’re with me you don’t have to hide.”
The younger man didn’t respond, only lifted a hand to curl into the front of Jin’s shirt, burying his face in Jin’s chest and inhaling the scent of citrus and signature men’s cologne and clean male sweat. No tears fell, and Jin smiled sadly, tightening his hold on Kame.
Jin cared for Kame more than anyone else, but even he still didn’t understand. There was no need for Kame to cry as long as he had Jin.
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[Maru/Junno]
“Hey,” Maru frowned, “There’s something wrong with this.” He shook the PSP as if doing so would make the contents of the screen un-freeze.
Junno gasped. “Don’t do that!” he exclaimed, grabbing the gadget from Maru and cradling it in his arms reverently as if it were a sacred object.
Maru easily snatched it back. “I’ll fix it myself,” he insisted, twiddling with the buttons.
“NO,” Junno shrieked. Amazing how putting his precious videogames at risk made him capable of reaching notes that only Jin was supposedly capable of.
Maru laughed, gripping the sides of the PSP tightly so as not to allow Junno’s prying fingers to dislodge it from his hands.
“Give it to me! I’ll teach you how to fix it,” Junno pleaded, horrified that Maru was treating his beloved PSP with such blatant irreverence.
“If you say so,” Maru said with a shrug, handing it back to him.
Junno breathed a sigh of relief once the PSP was safely in his hands. “Now, listen, you just have to press this…”
Maru nodded, glancing at Junno’s serious face. He wrapped his arms around Junno’s waist and rested his chin on the younger boy’s shoulder, peering at the device in his hands.
“After that…” Junno barreled on, not noticing how Maru’s hands were wandering lower.
“And then you just reset it!” Junno finished. He jumped a little as Maru gently bit his ear, finally becoming aware of hands slowly making their way to his-
“Oh my god. You two are so sick,” Jin’s loud voice exclaimed from the doorway.
Junno’s face was bright red as he shot away from Maru, accidentally dropping the PSP in his panic.
“Sorry, Akanishi,” Maru said, not sounding sorry at all as he smiled at the now-broken gadget on the floor.
Jin shuddered. “Ew. I’m just going to leave now before I catch all your gay germs,” he said in mock-disgust, but he didn’t make any move to leave the room.
Junno was in tears as he kneeled on the floor, clutching desperately at the PSP. “It’s really broken now,” he sobbed.
Maru patted his back sympathetically. “That’s okay, Junno. I have other things in mind that we could do to make you feel better.” He smirked, and Junno blushed hard, but he reluctantly relinquished his gadget over to Maru’s waiting hand.
There were few things that could tear Junno away from his precious videogames, including work and the need for food. Jin had just discovered yet another exception, and he hastily left the room, wishing that he had never found out.
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[Koki/Ueda]
“You’re on in ten minutes! You should have your costumes on by now!” the manager bellows. Around him, the members of KAT-TUN stop whatever they’re doing (all of which have nothing to do with preparing for the show) and dive for their seats along the vanity area, scrabbling among their belongings for brushes, mascara, lip gloss and other beauty products essential to their craft.
“Oh, so now you decide to move.” The manager shook his head in disgust, leaving the room, but not before tapping his watch and glaring at them pointedly.
Ueda amusedly watches his band mates as he puts on his costume. “Jin, your foundation is too thick,” he points out.
Jin scowls at him but pats his face with a clean cloth anyway. “Shut up, Tat-chan. Don’t act so smug just because you’ve been primping in front of the mirror for an hour.”
Ueda laughs, his eyes sliding over to Junno, who can’t quite get his hair to look the way he wants it to, then to Maru, who drops his lip gloss in his haste. He glances at Koki, a little startled that the rapper is already done dressing up, clothes and shoes and all.
“Heh. Easy,” Koki shoots a triumphant look in Jin’s direction. Ueda observes Koki passively. He had always admired the other somehow. Maybe it was because he seemed so carefree and at ease with his own looks, not caring about what other people thought as long as he thought it was good enough for himself. Koki dodges Jin’s mock-punch and sees Ueda looking at him. “Is there something wrong with my costume?” he asks, glancing down casually at his clothes.
Ueda flushes slightly but Koki doesn’t seem to notice. “Yeah, your collar’s crooked,” he finds himself saying, stepping forward and fixing Koki’s collar for him impulsively.
“Thanks.” Koki grins and gives him a once-over. “You look perfect as usual, of course,” he remarks jokingly, but the comment makes Ueda’s cheeks flush even more. “Except…you put on too much blush!” Koki taps Ueda’s flaming cheeks and Ueda stumbles back, scrambling over to his seat and pretending to busy himself with remedying Koki’s observation.
“Don’t sweat it, it’s not that bad,” Koki laughs, twirling one of Ueda’s locks.
Ueda ducks his head. “Right,” he mumbles.
Jin throws a brush at Koki. “Hey! Don’t mess up Tat-chan’s hair! It took him twenty minutes to perfect that,” he admonishes, feigning a stern expression.
“It’s okay,” Ueda says, glaring at Jin, who snickers and moves off to put on his costume.
“Yeah! Ueda looks nice even with bird’s-nest hair that he gets whenever he wakes up in the morning,” Koki jumps to Ueda’s defense.
“Oh, and you would know, Koki?” Jin asks shrewdly.
Ueda’s forehead is practically against the table’s surface. Koki splutters in indignation.
“Guys, get moving!” Kame yells, irritated that no one is listening to him.
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[Jin/Maru]
“Oi, Akanishi, you need help with that?” Maru asked.
Jin struggled with the zipper in front of his costume for another moment then sighed, nodding. Maru moved in, a little too close for comfort, and eased the zipper open, his other hand lingering on Jin’s chest longer than was necessary.
“There,” Maru smiled widely at Jin, pushing at his bare chest playfully before walking away. Jin raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment.
When practice ended and Jin was lying spread-eagle on the mats, resting, Maru popped out of nowhere. “Do you want a glass of water?”
Jin sat up, scrutinizing Maru’s eager expression uncertainly. “Uh…sure.” Maru nodded seriously and scurried off.
“What’s up with Nakamaru?” Jin asked Koki later, a glass of ice-cold water in his hand.
Koki shrugged, avoiding Jin’s eyes. “Beats me. Why don’t you go ask him?” He sauntered off. Jin frowned.
“Are you hungry now, Akanishi? I’ll treat you to dinner!” Maru offered at the end of the day, looking hopeful. Jin was taken aback.
“No thanks. I’m going to Tat-chan’s house and we’re eating dinner there,” Jin answered, noting how Maru’s face fell. He watched as Maru left, Koki throwing an arm over his shoulder and whispering furtively in his ear.
“I think Nakamaru has a crush on me!” Jin told Kame the next day.
Kame rolled his eyes. “Well, aren’t you full of yourself. And where did you get that idea?”
“Shh! Shut up or he’ll hear you,” Jin hissed.
Ten feet away, Maru glanced nervously at Jin. He would tell him when the time was right.
Jin checked his phone for new messages. ‘I have something to tell you. Can you stay behind after today’s taping? Sender: Nakamaru Yuichi’. Jin thrust his phone at Kame smugly. Kame only scoffed.
Jin felt a sick sort of apprehension after work ended and Maru started walking toward him.
Maru was noticeably jittery. “Akanishi-”
“It’s okay, I know already,” Jin interrupted in his gentlest tone.
Maru looked surprised. “You do?”
Jin nodded, placing his hands on Maru’s shoulders. “Put yourself at ease, Nakamaru,” he began bracingly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept your feelings.”
Maru gaped at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Jin retracted his hands, confused. “Weren’t you going to confess to me?”
Maru frowned. “NO,” he said, so adamantly that Jin was immediately convinced.
“Then what were you going to tell me?” Jin demanded.
Maru laughed nervously. “Uh, well. I kinda…slippedandtoldYamapithatyouweretheonewhosethimuponadatewiththatoldhag, andnowhesaidhe’sgoingtobeatyouupthenexttimeyouseeeachother,” he babbled inhumanly fast.
Jin’s face was blank for a moment, but then… “YOU WHAT!”
“I’m sorry!” Maru cried, turning tail to escape from Jin’s wrath.
“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU, NAKAMARU!” Jin screamed, chasing after him.
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[Junno/Koki]
There was a serious look on Junno’s face as he closed in on his adversary, prodding it with the only implement he had at hand.
“Ow! That hurts, you know.” Koki’s eyes watered slightly as he glanced at the shallow wound on his knee that Junno was currently tending to.
“It does?” Junno asked cheerfully, making another swipe at the wound with a fresh alcohol-soaked cotton ball.
Koki gritted his teeth. “No shit,” he growled, glowering while Junno rummaged around in the first-aid kit for band-aids. “Aren’t you done yet?”
“Nope,” Junno answered, smile disturbingly bright as he poked Koki’s wound repeatedly with the cotton ball, heedless to Koki’s blatant winces. “You scraped yourself in the dirt. Who knows what nasty bacteria are festering in your wound right now. It needs to be thoroughly disinfected.”
“I’ll take the risk,” Koki snapped sourly, snatching a band-aid from Junno’s other hand and covering his wound with it before Junno got it into his head to use hydrogen peroxide next. He swore Junno was enjoying this.
Junno shrugged, diverting his attention to the scrape on Koki’s other knee, considerably bigger and nastier than the first. He unscrewed the cap of the alcohol bottle and poured the disinfectant directly onto the wound.
“FUCK! Taguchi!” Koki yelled, jumping up and immediately regretting doing so as stinging pain shot through his stretched knees. He fell back into his chair, giving Junno his best I-am-a-tough-gangsta-so-fear-my-wrath-bitch glare.
Junno blissfully ignored him, going about his task and making sure that Koki felt as much discomfort as possible.
Even in insignificant things revenge was sweet, and whatever form it took, Junno would milk it for all it was worth.
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[Maru/Ueda]
Ueda frowns at the tiny stub of lip gloss protruding from its plastic casing, then at the nearly-empty tube of mascara beside it. He sighs and glances about, only now noticing that most of his band mates had left. Except for one.
“Yuichi,” he calls out just as Maru is about to walk out of the room, “Do me a favor.”
Half an hour later finds two disguised idols strolling around the nearest mall, passing off to most as a teenage couple who had a penchant for thick scarves and sunglasses.
“Thanks for coming with me,” Ueda says gratefully as he inspects the leather jacket in his hands with a critical eye. He shakes his head and puts it back on the rack.
“No problem,” answers Maru, looking around the store for something of interest. Everything in this place wouldn’t look out of place in a funeral, he thinks. The color, anyway.
After two more hours, Maru’s arms are tired from lugging around Ueda’s countless shopping bags. He overhears random passersby sympathizing with ‘that poor boy who has a shopaholic for a girlfriend. I wonder if she makes him pay for everything as well.’ The comments bounce off him. He’s used to it. He wonders what Ueda thinks about people mistaking him for a girl, though. He’s not quite sure if Ueda really can’t hear them, or if he’s just pretending that he doesn’t.
“I thought you said you were only going to buy makeup,” Maru remarks patiently.
Ueda sets down the silver earring he had just held up to his ear. “Did I?” he says confusedly.
Maru chuckles in spite of himself. Ueda is so much like a child sometimes. Few people ever notice it-most like to think that he is aloof and mysterious, only registering a brief expression of surprise when he breaks into a smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. Even fewer realize that he is probably the most dependent person in their group-Kame’s polar opposite, if it could be put in that way. It was ironic because among the six he was the second oldest-Kame, the youngest. Everyone else in KAT-TUN feels the unexplainable need to protect Ueda from…from what, exactly? Jin always used to say that Ueda was always in his own world. Maybe it is that world that they didn’t want destroyed, that world where Ueda could still smile so innocently without a trace of weariness or pretense.
Like the others, Maru somehow draws strength from Ueda’s smile, a constant reminder that youth didn’t necessarily melt away with age, nor naiveté with constant exposure to the world’s nastier aspects.
“I want ice cream!” Ueda suddenly exclaims, pointing at the ice cream parlor across the shop they had just left.
“Hey, don’t act like a little kid!” Maru laughs, swatting one of the shopping bags at him. He didn’t really mean the words.
Maru doesn’t want that world to crumble more than anyone else.
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[Jin/Koki]
“I,” Jin proclaimed triumphantly, “am a genius.” His smile was wide as he dangled a bottle of neon green hair dye in front of Koki’s face.
Koki looked honestly lost. “Don’t tell me you ingested this stuff and it made your IQ shoot up to the three-digit level.”
“Stupid!” Jin answered, pouting. “I put some of this in Kame’s favorite shampoo! And Ueda’s.”
“Are you out of your mind.” Koki said. It was not a question. “Why the hell did you do that?”
Jin smirked. “Kame had the nerve to tell me that my clothes in the Yorokobi no Uta PV sucked! Like I was too lazy to change out of my DAT-TUN5 costume or something. He’s just jealous because I never look boring in anything I wear. This should teach him not to mess with the great, hot, sexy Akanishi Jin!”
“...and Ueda?”
Jin appeared puzzled for a moment. “Oh, he didn’t do anything. There was just a lot of dye left over and I thought I’d use it so it wouldn’t be a complete waste.”
Koki merely stared at him, clearly of the opinion that Jin’s brain was in dire need of repair. “It’s your funeral, man.”
Jin stuck his nose in the air. “You simply cannot comprehend the vastness of my superior intellect,” he responded haughtily.
“Superiorly nonexistent intellect, you mean,” Koki snickered, leaning back as a livid Kame, freshly showered and hair still thankfully russet, stormed into the room.
“Heeey, why is your hair still normal?” Jin complained. A tight-lipped Kame wrenched open the bottle of expensive shampoo in his hand and dumped its contents all over Jin’s hair in response. Jin shrieked, and Koki sniggered.
Ueda leaned against the doorframe, pretty locks still intact, looking quite amused. Kame stalked out of the room without another word, Ueda falling into step behind him. Jin wailed and tore at his hair. It took him five more minutes to realize that his actions were only furthering the damage on it, and he slumped onto the seat next to Koki, dismayed that his prank had backfired so easily on him.
Koki would not stop laughing and it was beginning to get on his nerves. “…shut up, you.” Jin said miserably.
“Or what? You’ll dump that stuff on my head?” Koki guffawed.
Jin pouted. “No, but I can do this,” he retorted, tackling Koki and causing both of them to lose their balance. Koki saw stars as his head hit the floor and he yelped, Jin’s teeth knocking against his in a not-quite kiss.
“Way to go, brainiac,” Koki grumbled, pushing Jin off him and rubbing his bruised head. He glared at Jin, then at Jin’s hair, which the dye was starting to work its magic on. His irritation dissipated and he began laughing uncontrollably again.
Jin sighed. Geniuses like him were so misunderstood.
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[Junno/Kame]
Patience is a virtue, Junno’s mother taught him long ago. And to this day he keeps it to heart, although he couldn’t say for sure if other people cared. They always seemed to take it for granted whenever he shrugged off their insults and good-natured slaps and kicks with a peaceful smile.
He watches in silence as Kame talks to one of the managers, a serious look on his face, watches as Jin and Koki amble up to them just as the manager finishes briefing him on who knew what-his millionth interview or talk show guesting for that week, probably. Koki tells Kame something and Kame shakes his head apologetically in response; Jin rolls his eyes and drags Koki away. Junno walks towards Kame but stops when Maru bounds up to the youngest member and whispers enthusiastically into his ear.
Patience is a virtue, Junno reminds himself as he stares down at the two tickets in his hand. He wonders if, despite Kame’s hectic schedule, he could still convince him to go. It is Ueda who approaches Kame next, speaking earnestly as Kame nods and gestures for Ueda to wait.
Kame grabs his bag and walks towards the chair where his jacket is hanging from, which is right next to Junno’s seat. Junno sighs and moves to shove the tickets back into his pocket.
“What’s that?” Kame asks curiously. Junno hesitates and reluctantly shows him the tickets. “A gaming convention?”
Junno nods. “Do you want to go?” he blurts out before he can stop himself.
Kame looks surprised. “I’m not interested in that stuff,” he answers. Junno’s face falls, and Kame smiles. “But I’ll go if you want. It might be fun.”
The hopeful look returns to Junno’s face. “But what about Ueda?” he asks uncertainly, gesturing at the boy in question who was glancing impatiently at his watch.
“We were just going to have a cup of coffee at the new café downtown. Want to come? We can go to that event of yours right after.”
“Really?” Junno smiles happily, and Kame laughs, taking Junno’s hand as they join Ueda.
Sometimes it pays to wait.
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[KAT-TUN/KAT-TUN], by momo
The elevator makes a frightening lurch, and in between the twelfth and thirteenth floors the tiny space is plunged in darkness. Junno yelps and falls back on Kame, who then flails his arms in an effort to support himself and ends up bumping chests with Jin. Maru has stuck his body in between Koki and Ueda, who both have the common sense to actually hold on to the steel bars.
"....is this the part where we scream hysterically?" Jin asks after a long silence. The elevator has come to a full stop. A dim, yellowed lightbulb serves as their only source of light.
"Oh my god," Kame gasps against Jin's suit. "Oh my god."
"Oh my god is right," Maru mutters, brushing dirt off his elbows. "Looks like we're stuck, guys."
"I knew it." Koki crosses his arms. "Management spent so much on our concert pamphlets and now they can't even afford to give us a decent building to shoot the PV in."
"Hey," Jin says in what he hopes is a soothing tone, one hand around Kame's waist and the other around Koki's shoulders, "Atleast we get pretty nice costumes."
"You should talk," Ueda chuckles. "Isn't that your DATTUN5 costume?"
Jin blinks. "It is?" he questions, peering down curiously at himself. Dozens of shiny, golden necklaces stare up at him. "...I think you're right," he concludes with a slight pout.
"Of course," Ueda replies mock haughtily.
"So," Junno's voice breaks through the conversation, "what do you guys want to do now?"
Kame sighs loudly against Jin's lapel. He is the first to sit down on the cold tile. "We wait."
An hour and a half passes and everyone is beginning to grow restless. Junno, Koki, Jin and Maru have engaged themselves in a repetetive game of Jan Ken Pon. At first it was all six of them, but Ueda gives up after thirty minutes, claiming to be really bored with winning all the time. Kame, on the other hand, gives up after an hour's worth of getting his ass handed to him.
"This is stupid, anyway." Kame makes a 'hmph' sound and turns away from all of them.
"There, there," Jin laughs, patting Kame's head.
Another hour passes, and even the smile on Junno's face is beginning to strain. Suddenly he grabs at his stomach.
"Are you hungry?" Ueda asks comfortingly.
"No," Junno whines, "I want to pee."
Everyone in the small space stares at him in barely disguised horror. Koki, sitting beside him, inches away and clutches at Kame's bare arm. "Taguchi, don't make dumb jokes at a time like this."
"I'm not kidding, guys," Junno groans.
"You'll just have to hold it in for a while longer, man," Maru rubs his arm.
Junno groans even louder, and the rest of KAT-TUN isn't used to it. So they all just settle for shifting uncomfortably when Junno's face falls bit by bit.
Thirty more minutes go by. Junno is rocking back and forth now with his head between his knees. Suddenly Jin breaks the dead air by taking off the dark suit and undoing the buttons of his dress shirt one by one. He hasn't gotten to the second button when Kame grabs his wrist.
"What are you doing?" Kame hisses.
"It's hot in this thing!" Jin replies, jerking his hand back.
"You know what we all should just do?" Maru blurts out, wasting no time in following Jin's example and taking off his jacket. "I think we should all just have one big, sweaty--"
"WE'RE ALL SLEEPING AND THAT'S THAT," Ueda bellows, and there is no more room for questions.
"...Can I atleast take off my pants, too?" Jin dares to squeak, and is rewarded with a thwack to the head.
"Dude," Koki whispers harshly to Maru with panicked eyes, "we're not doing anything that has Taguchi naked and with a full bladder."
fin
CREDIT CREDIT CREDIT i am so stupid for forgetting to put this in T___T bad nami
~All drabbles inspired by sentence prompts by Momo
~Jin/Maru drabble inspired by DBSK's infamous fanservice vid, "Dangerous Love" dbsk, i salute your ghei prowess. but kat-tun beats you guys any day! uh, yeah. dbsk fans, i do not mean to offend >_<