JE fic: i wait for you at the altar 1/2 [Jin/Kame, Koki; PG-13]
Title: i wait for you at the altar 1/2
Author: momo (omoshiroina)
Pairing: Akame, slight Koki/Kame (?)
Genre: Weirdness, Romance
Summary: Fangirl demands are insane. There is a photoshoot, and Jin's dreams play like a stupid soap opera.
Notes: The Jin/Kame/Koki interaction here is inspired by foreword's fic Joker's Wild, although this is hardly as great. Dedicated to the lovely megane_penguin. ♥
Jin's dreams are prophetic.
He is standing in front of an imposing structure, with weirdly shaped statues at the front - a Christian Church. The clouds above are dark, but there is an odd, calm air blowing against his cheek. He looks down on himself, and he is wearing the same clothes he went to work with, threadbare cotton shirt and loose, dark jeans. His mouth opens, he is about to press his fingers on cold stone pillars when he hears his name being called.
He turns around, and it's Kame. In a wedding dress. Jin thinks that boys in wedding dresses aren't supposed to look this beautiful. His face doesn't look real and it reminds Jin of their photoshopped pictures in Potato where he can't trace the pores in Kame's cheek.
"Jin," Kame calls again. "Jin, come and take my arm." Kame holds out a lace and glove-covered hand, and Jin finds himself complying with Kame's wish. Kame's fingers feel itchy on his bare arm - damned lace.
"Are we-" Jin gulps when Kame begins to walk, heeled feet clicking softly. "Are we getting married?"
Kame turns slightly and presses his lips to Jin's shoulder. Then he laughs, the sound in time with ringing church bells. "Don't be silly, Jin."
Jin wants to ask him why, what the hell is going on, why is he the one walking him down the aisle - "Am I giving you away?" Jin stops walking, forcefully tugging Kame back. "To who?"
"This is just for formalities' sake, Jin," Kame says, and Jin thinks he sees water in Kame's eyes, but the veil renders Kame's face blurry in his vision. "You've given me away a long, long time ago."
Jin's chest throbs, as if acid was suddenly poured into it without warning. He reaches for Kame's jaw, and finds that there is no veil - it's only the water clogging his eyelids.
---
"You're late, Akanishi!" Maru crows gleefully, happy that for once there is someone who arrives later than himself.
"Yeah, laugh now," Jin mutters, sitting beside Kame. "I'll pound your face in later, big nose," he threatens, and Maru only sticks a tongue out in response. The aviator shades he has on are beginning to slip, and he takes them off reluctantly.
"Woah," Koki exclaims suddenly from across the table. "Rough night, much?" He wiggles an eyebrow suggestively. Jin is about tell him that double entendres didn't look very attractive on shaved eyebrows, but Kame shoots Koki a pointed look and Koki coughs in apology.
"Ah, good, good, you're all here." Their manager, a middle-aged man sporting a slight balding spot and stern face enters the room. The obligatory morning greetings are exchanged, and soon the six of them are settled into the standard sitting position i.e. arranged according to the letters of KAT-TUN (their manager likes them like that for "easy reference").
"Boys, we've got a major photoshoot coming in for the next week," he starts. "This is important because it's the fans who've specifically requested for this."
"...Uhm, does this involve all of us half-naked and playing in a jacuzzi?"
Ueda shakes his head at Jin. "No, we've done that one."
"A space alien shoot?" Junno asks, cocking his head to the side.
"Only you would be able to come up with that kind of concept, Taguchi," Koki says dismissively, making a face. "Besides, what sane person would want to see you with antennae and a green face?"
"I would!" Maru chirps in. "I think the antennae suit him." He brings his arms up over his head to demonstrate, making little "beep beep" sounds in the process. Junno pouts and Koki guffaws loudly, before Kame hisses at them to be quiet; a prominent vein in their manager's temple is throbbing.
"As I was saying," their manager interjects, stony-faced, "your fans have all been clamoring for this type of shoot to be done, especially after seeing some of your recent shop photos. The polls conducted in the recent issues of Myojo and Potato all say the same thing."
"Our recent shop photos?" Kame echoes, blinking.
"Yes, these ones specifically." Their manager throws two pictures down on the table for all of them to see. All six of them look rather nonplussed upon seeing it, as if expecting something like this in the first place. After all, fangirls were suckers for -
"Fanservice." Ueda nods knowingly.
Jin turns to grin at the rest of his bandmates. Fanservice was easy. Drape an arm here, flash a loving gaze there, fangirls loved that sort of thing. "No problem!" Jin declares confidently, leaning back into his seat and putting his arms over his head. "It's our job to please the fans. If they want me making kissy faces to Taguchi, then I'll do it," he sighs dramatically, and Kame elbows him gently on the side.
"These 'kissy faces' Akanishi is talking about will probably come in somewhere later," their manager interrupts. "Right now we have to find suitable costumes for Kamenashi and Ueda -" The two mentioned blink in unison. "-is Vera Wang alright with you two? Or would you prefer another designer?"
"Vera Wang? What?" Kame frowns, not comprehending.
Their manager sighs, his hands making complicated gestures. "The fans requested for you to wear a wedding dress that fits your body line more, since that last one in your photoshoot with Akanishi was, and I quote from a reader comment, 'drab and unflattering'--"
"W - wedding dress?" Kame does a remarkable impression of a parrot, face growing paler with every word coming out from their manager's mouth. "Again?"
"Wait, wait," Ueda says with frantic eyes. "What does all this have to do with me? What costumes? What--"
"Is this a crossdressing thing again?" Jin groans. "I don't fit into dresses anymore, I have muscles now!"
"You're just fat." Koki coughs not too discreetly.
"What?"
"Boys, we are doing a wedding photoshoot and that's final!" Their manager exclaims furiously. "What the fans want, the fans get. I thought that being in the idol business for how many years has taught you all--"
"When you say wedding photoshoot, you're actually talking about us being in suits and, and locking arms with models in bridal gowns--" Kame stutters, hand gripping the armrest turning a peculiar shade of white. He is not dressing up in yet another ugly wedding gown, he is not, he is not-
Their manager sighs in exasperation. "When I say wedding photoshoot," he says, "it means that you are all dressing up as if you were all part of one, big wedding. That means you will all have to take roles. For example, Taguchi is the priest."
Junno's face crumbles. But then it brightens again when he realizes that he is spared from wearing women's clothing for the pleasure of overzealous fangirls.
"Ueda is the bridesmaid - yes, Ueda-kun, you are, and no you cannot strangle the voters in that poll. Nakamaru is the ringbearer, Akanishi is--"
"The groom?" Jin smirks at Kame, patting the other's knee. Who else could it be? Fangirls loved his and Kame's infamous combination. They devoted entire websites and made hundreds of stories about their relationship; it made sense that it would be him.
Their manager doesn't look too pleased at being interrupted for the nth time. "Actually, Akanishi, you're the best man." He relishes the look of disbelief on Jin's face, before turning to the remaining members. "That leaves Tanaka as the groom and Kamenashi as the bride."
Kame's head hits the table with a dull thud.
Koki only pumps his fist in the air. "Sweet," he says, "I must be getting more popular." He reaches across Junno to hold a thumbs up in Kame's direction. "Thanks for agreeing to pose in those shop photos with me, Kame-chan."
Kame's face is still ashen. Jin tries to convey his displeasure by glaring heatedly at Koki, but Koki looks at him strangely and then asks for a short break from their manager; Akanishi's getting hungry.
---
"I look like an idiot."
Jin's eyes travel up and down, and he begs to disagree. "I don't think so." And he means what he says. Boys like Kame were not supposed to look that great in a flowing gown, but then again boys like Kame were not supposed to grow into something beautiful borne out of gangly limbs, crooked teeth and bushy brows.
Kame sighs, fingering the loose lace. "Where do girls get these ideas?"
"Yaoi manga?" Jin offers, shrugging. His eyes are drawn to the strands of Kame's hair falling in loose curls around his face. "You don't look half-bad, Kame." He looked like a dream was what Jin meant.
"Jin." Kame is looking in the mirror and tucking his hair behind his ears. He sees Jin's reflection behind him, looking smart and handsome in his dark suit and he smiles slightly. "Do you think we could--"
"Oi, you." Maru pokes his head in. "You're needed on set in five minutes."
Kame nods, moving forward to exit when Maru holds up a hand to stop him. "I meant Akanishi," he says, tone taking on a slightly mischievous hint. "Besides, a bride isn't supposed to see her groom before the actual wedding or else there'll be bad luck."
Kame gapes at him. "But it's only the solo shots!"
"Exactly. I'm calling you when Koki's done. Come on, Akanishi."
And that is how the first day of the shoot kicks off.
---
Jin dreams for a second time.
He is standing on a porch in front of an innocent looking wooden door. He raps on it, once, twice, and a giggly voice answers "Coming!". He is startled to find Kame on the other side, wearing a pink apron with baby Donald Ducks drawn on all available space. Half of Kame's hair is tied back with an expensive (Jin recongnizes it as Roppongi-bought), yellow skull clip. He looks, simply put, like a housewife.
"Jin, you're here, what a nice surprise!" Kame ushers him inside the house, voice lilting and sounding a bit helium-laced. Kame continues giggling whilst tugging at his arm; he can smell the faint aroma of noodles and stew in the air.
"The kids are dying to see you. You know they're always asking for Uncle JinJin and his magical hips." Kame shakes his head, smile wide.
"...Kids?"
As if on cue, there are two little children clinging to his leg when he looks down. "Uncle JinJin!" they scream, and Jin is sure he can't feel his legs anymore. When the kids look up, Jin's head abruptly starts to spin a different orbit. Both are grotesquely pretty combinations of Koki's eyes, Kame's eyebrows, Koki's cheekbones, Kame's lips. He turns to Kame for help, but Kame is smiling at the children indulgingly. When one of them climbs up his leg, clings to his waist and demands that he shake his hips, Jin is sure that the dream qualifies as a nightmare.
---
Jin seriously contemplates poisoning Koki's lunch when he stands next to him that afternoon for the second day of the shoot. Koki is merely adjusting his cufflinks and smacking his lips to spread the gloss, but Jin's nerves are pulled one by one with every little action.
The director yells "Three, two, one!" and a camera flashes in the distance. "Okay, good work, you two. Now let's have Taguchi in between. Stand there - yes, that's perfect." More flashes, and Jin is thankful that he's practiced this yesterday, last month, how many years.
"You can take a break." The director gesticulates to them. Jin yawns loudly and is about to walk off the set, when the director adds in that it's Kamenashi, Ueda and Nakamaru's turn now. The staff huddled beside the lights and various assistants are buzzing with excitement.
"Mariko did a superb job with Ueda-kun, he looks like an angel. Or a woodland fairy!"
"But Chiaki did Kamenashi-kun, and I must say that he certainly beats my sister on her wedding day. He's gorgeous. He looks like one of those brides on Vogue."
"Eh? How unfair! Men can't look that good in wedding dresses!"
One of the women is very bright, Jin deems, as she flicks the forehead of a shorter woman and says "Our men known are known for being prettier than some women, you know. The wonders of fair Nippon."
"Oi, Akanishi, Taguchi and I are getting lunch. You coming?" Koki asks, punching him lightly on the arm. Jin nods in agreement, but then he sees Kame standing at the end of the carpet with Ueda and Maru holding on to the long train of the transparent veil, and he tunes out Koki's voice and touch. There are small squeals of "Pretty!" and "Oh my god!" in the corner, but his gaze is drawn to the slight blush on Kame's cheeks and his hands holding a daisy bouquet.
"Kame-chan looks really nice," Koki muses beside him. What an understatement, Jin thinks. You're the one he's getting hitched to, you're supposed to think he's out of this world - wait, no. He will not let his emotions get the better of him. This was only pretend.
When Kame looks up, his mouth opens a little at him. Jin blinks, and smiles awkwardly in response. That is, until the director tells him to get off the damned altar already, he isn't the groom here.
Only pretend.
To the side, Koki sniggers and drags him off.
Jin grins, punching Koki on the shoulder and savoring the resulting "Fuck!".
---
tbc
notes: here is a manip i found somewhere of Kame in a wedding dress. *__* i think people are gonna brick me for this fic. *ducks*
Author: momo (omoshiroina)
Pairing: Akame, slight Koki/Kame (?)
Genre: Weirdness, Romance
Summary: Fangirl demands are insane. There is a photoshoot, and Jin's dreams play like a stupid soap opera.
Notes: The Jin/Kame/Koki interaction here is inspired by foreword's fic Joker's Wild, although this is hardly as great. Dedicated to the lovely megane_penguin. ♥
Jin's dreams are prophetic.
He is standing in front of an imposing structure, with weirdly shaped statues at the front - a Christian Church. The clouds above are dark, but there is an odd, calm air blowing against his cheek. He looks down on himself, and he is wearing the same clothes he went to work with, threadbare cotton shirt and loose, dark jeans. His mouth opens, he is about to press his fingers on cold stone pillars when he hears his name being called.
He turns around, and it's Kame. In a wedding dress. Jin thinks that boys in wedding dresses aren't supposed to look this beautiful. His face doesn't look real and it reminds Jin of their photoshopped pictures in Potato where he can't trace the pores in Kame's cheek.
"Jin," Kame calls again. "Jin, come and take my arm." Kame holds out a lace and glove-covered hand, and Jin finds himself complying with Kame's wish. Kame's fingers feel itchy on his bare arm - damned lace.
"Are we-" Jin gulps when Kame begins to walk, heeled feet clicking softly. "Are we getting married?"
Kame turns slightly and presses his lips to Jin's shoulder. Then he laughs, the sound in time with ringing church bells. "Don't be silly, Jin."
Jin wants to ask him why, what the hell is going on, why is he the one walking him down the aisle - "Am I giving you away?" Jin stops walking, forcefully tugging Kame back. "To who?"
"This is just for formalities' sake, Jin," Kame says, and Jin thinks he sees water in Kame's eyes, but the veil renders Kame's face blurry in his vision. "You've given me away a long, long time ago."
Jin's chest throbs, as if acid was suddenly poured into it without warning. He reaches for Kame's jaw, and finds that there is no veil - it's only the water clogging his eyelids.
---
"You're late, Akanishi!" Maru crows gleefully, happy that for once there is someone who arrives later than himself.
"Yeah, laugh now," Jin mutters, sitting beside Kame. "I'll pound your face in later, big nose," he threatens, and Maru only sticks a tongue out in response. The aviator shades he has on are beginning to slip, and he takes them off reluctantly.
"Woah," Koki exclaims suddenly from across the table. "Rough night, much?" He wiggles an eyebrow suggestively. Jin is about tell him that double entendres didn't look very attractive on shaved eyebrows, but Kame shoots Koki a pointed look and Koki coughs in apology.
"Ah, good, good, you're all here." Their manager, a middle-aged man sporting a slight balding spot and stern face enters the room. The obligatory morning greetings are exchanged, and soon the six of them are settled into the standard sitting position i.e. arranged according to the letters of KAT-TUN (their manager likes them like that for "easy reference").
"Boys, we've got a major photoshoot coming in for the next week," he starts. "This is important because it's the fans who've specifically requested for this."
"...Uhm, does this involve all of us half-naked and playing in a jacuzzi?"
Ueda shakes his head at Jin. "No, we've done that one."
"A space alien shoot?" Junno asks, cocking his head to the side.
"Only you would be able to come up with that kind of concept, Taguchi," Koki says dismissively, making a face. "Besides, what sane person would want to see you with antennae and a green face?"
"I would!" Maru chirps in. "I think the antennae suit him." He brings his arms up over his head to demonstrate, making little "beep beep" sounds in the process. Junno pouts and Koki guffaws loudly, before Kame hisses at them to be quiet; a prominent vein in their manager's temple is throbbing.
"As I was saying," their manager interjects, stony-faced, "your fans have all been clamoring for this type of shoot to be done, especially after seeing some of your recent shop photos. The polls conducted in the recent issues of Myojo and Potato all say the same thing."
"Our recent shop photos?" Kame echoes, blinking.
"Yes, these ones specifically." Their manager throws two pictures down on the table for all of them to see. All six of them look rather nonplussed upon seeing it, as if expecting something like this in the first place. After all, fangirls were suckers for -
"Fanservice." Ueda nods knowingly.
Jin turns to grin at the rest of his bandmates. Fanservice was easy. Drape an arm here, flash a loving gaze there, fangirls loved that sort of thing. "No problem!" Jin declares confidently, leaning back into his seat and putting his arms over his head. "It's our job to please the fans. If they want me making kissy faces to Taguchi, then I'll do it," he sighs dramatically, and Kame elbows him gently on the side.
"These 'kissy faces' Akanishi is talking about will probably come in somewhere later," their manager interrupts. "Right now we have to find suitable costumes for Kamenashi and Ueda -" The two mentioned blink in unison. "-is Vera Wang alright with you two? Or would you prefer another designer?"
"Vera Wang? What?" Kame frowns, not comprehending.
Their manager sighs, his hands making complicated gestures. "The fans requested for you to wear a wedding dress that fits your body line more, since that last one in your photoshoot with Akanishi was, and I quote from a reader comment, 'drab and unflattering'--"
"W - wedding dress?" Kame does a remarkable impression of a parrot, face growing paler with every word coming out from their manager's mouth. "Again?"
"Wait, wait," Ueda says with frantic eyes. "What does all this have to do with me? What costumes? What--"
"Is this a crossdressing thing again?" Jin groans. "I don't fit into dresses anymore, I have muscles now!"
"You're just fat." Koki coughs not too discreetly.
"What?"
"Boys, we are doing a wedding photoshoot and that's final!" Their manager exclaims furiously. "What the fans want, the fans get. I thought that being in the idol business for how many years has taught you all--"
"When you say wedding photoshoot, you're actually talking about us being in suits and, and locking arms with models in bridal gowns--" Kame stutters, hand gripping the armrest turning a peculiar shade of white. He is not dressing up in yet another ugly wedding gown, he is not, he is not-
Their manager sighs in exasperation. "When I say wedding photoshoot," he says, "it means that you are all dressing up as if you were all part of one, big wedding. That means you will all have to take roles. For example, Taguchi is the priest."
Junno's face crumbles. But then it brightens again when he realizes that he is spared from wearing women's clothing for the pleasure of overzealous fangirls.
"Ueda is the bridesmaid - yes, Ueda-kun, you are, and no you cannot strangle the voters in that poll. Nakamaru is the ringbearer, Akanishi is--"
"The groom?" Jin smirks at Kame, patting the other's knee. Who else could it be? Fangirls loved his and Kame's infamous combination. They devoted entire websites and made hundreds of stories about their relationship; it made sense that it would be him.
Their manager doesn't look too pleased at being interrupted for the nth time. "Actually, Akanishi, you're the best man." He relishes the look of disbelief on Jin's face, before turning to the remaining members. "That leaves Tanaka as the groom and Kamenashi as the bride."
Kame's head hits the table with a dull thud.
Koki only pumps his fist in the air. "Sweet," he says, "I must be getting more popular." He reaches across Junno to hold a thumbs up in Kame's direction. "Thanks for agreeing to pose in those shop photos with me, Kame-chan."
Kame's face is still ashen. Jin tries to convey his displeasure by glaring heatedly at Koki, but Koki looks at him strangely and then asks for a short break from their manager; Akanishi's getting hungry.
---
"I look like an idiot."
Jin's eyes travel up and down, and he begs to disagree. "I don't think so." And he means what he says. Boys like Kame were not supposed to look that great in a flowing gown, but then again boys like Kame were not supposed to grow into something beautiful borne out of gangly limbs, crooked teeth and bushy brows.
Kame sighs, fingering the loose lace. "Where do girls get these ideas?"
"Yaoi manga?" Jin offers, shrugging. His eyes are drawn to the strands of Kame's hair falling in loose curls around his face. "You don't look half-bad, Kame." He looked like a dream was what Jin meant.
"Jin." Kame is looking in the mirror and tucking his hair behind his ears. He sees Jin's reflection behind him, looking smart and handsome in his dark suit and he smiles slightly. "Do you think we could--"
"Oi, you." Maru pokes his head in. "You're needed on set in five minutes."
Kame nods, moving forward to exit when Maru holds up a hand to stop him. "I meant Akanishi," he says, tone taking on a slightly mischievous hint. "Besides, a bride isn't supposed to see her groom before the actual wedding or else there'll be bad luck."
Kame gapes at him. "But it's only the solo shots!"
"Exactly. I'm calling you when Koki's done. Come on, Akanishi."
And that is how the first day of the shoot kicks off.
---
Jin dreams for a second time.
He is standing on a porch in front of an innocent looking wooden door. He raps on it, once, twice, and a giggly voice answers "Coming!". He is startled to find Kame on the other side, wearing a pink apron with baby Donald Ducks drawn on all available space. Half of Kame's hair is tied back with an expensive (Jin recongnizes it as Roppongi-bought), yellow skull clip. He looks, simply put, like a housewife.
"Jin, you're here, what a nice surprise!" Kame ushers him inside the house, voice lilting and sounding a bit helium-laced. Kame continues giggling whilst tugging at his arm; he can smell the faint aroma of noodles and stew in the air.
"The kids are dying to see you. You know they're always asking for Uncle JinJin and his magical hips." Kame shakes his head, smile wide.
"...Kids?"
As if on cue, there are two little children clinging to his leg when he looks down. "Uncle JinJin!" they scream, and Jin is sure he can't feel his legs anymore. When the kids look up, Jin's head abruptly starts to spin a different orbit. Both are grotesquely pretty combinations of Koki's eyes, Kame's eyebrows, Koki's cheekbones, Kame's lips. He turns to Kame for help, but Kame is smiling at the children indulgingly. When one of them climbs up his leg, clings to his waist and demands that he shake his hips, Jin is sure that the dream qualifies as a nightmare.
---
Jin seriously contemplates poisoning Koki's lunch when he stands next to him that afternoon for the second day of the shoot. Koki is merely adjusting his cufflinks and smacking his lips to spread the gloss, but Jin's nerves are pulled one by one with every little action.
The director yells "Three, two, one!" and a camera flashes in the distance. "Okay, good work, you two. Now let's have Taguchi in between. Stand there - yes, that's perfect." More flashes, and Jin is thankful that he's practiced this yesterday, last month, how many years.
"You can take a break." The director gesticulates to them. Jin yawns loudly and is about to walk off the set, when the director adds in that it's Kamenashi, Ueda and Nakamaru's turn now. The staff huddled beside the lights and various assistants are buzzing with excitement.
"Mariko did a superb job with Ueda-kun, he looks like an angel. Or a woodland fairy!"
"But Chiaki did Kamenashi-kun, and I must say that he certainly beats my sister on her wedding day. He's gorgeous. He looks like one of those brides on Vogue."
"Eh? How unfair! Men can't look that good in wedding dresses!"
One of the women is very bright, Jin deems, as she flicks the forehead of a shorter woman and says "Our men known are known for being prettier than some women, you know. The wonders of fair Nippon."
"Oi, Akanishi, Taguchi and I are getting lunch. You coming?" Koki asks, punching him lightly on the arm. Jin nods in agreement, but then he sees Kame standing at the end of the carpet with Ueda and Maru holding on to the long train of the transparent veil, and he tunes out Koki's voice and touch. There are small squeals of "Pretty!" and "Oh my god!" in the corner, but his gaze is drawn to the slight blush on Kame's cheeks and his hands holding a daisy bouquet.
"Kame-chan looks really nice," Koki muses beside him. What an understatement, Jin thinks. You're the one he's getting hitched to, you're supposed to think he's out of this world - wait, no. He will not let his emotions get the better of him. This was only pretend.
When Kame looks up, his mouth opens a little at him. Jin blinks, and smiles awkwardly in response. That is, until the director tells him to get off the damned altar already, he isn't the groom here.
Only pretend.
To the side, Koki sniggers and drags him off.
Jin grins, punching Koki on the shoulder and savoring the resulting "Fuck!".
---
tbc
notes: here is a manip i found somewhere of Kame in a wedding dress. *__* i think people are gonna brick me for this fic. *ducks*
