[One Shot] Cake
Title: Cake
Author: hikarinoniji
Group: Hey!Say!JUMP
Characters/Pairings: Yabu Kouta/Arioka Daiki
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is purely fiction.
Summary: In which Yabu is attempting to bake a cake, Daiki is mad and Ryutarou is forever scarred by the word fuck, and therefor doomed to end up like Akanishi-senpai.
A/N: This one is for xshun_vidoll I hope you like it bb!
When the distinct smell of burned food and a loud series of colorful curses in at least 3 different languages (they all figured Kouta was picking up stuff from Keito’s American action series and Ryosuke’s Korean drama’s) erupted from the kitchen, all eyes slowly adverted towards the youngest BEST member.
Said boy had huddled himself into the deepest corner of his chair, a stack of magazines on his lap, while he was skimming through the issue in his hands.
A content smile lingered on his lips and if it hadn’t been for the twitching eyebrow, Yuto would have believed the older boy really didn’t notice the piercing stares aimed at him.
Daiki sighed, flipping the page of his Myojo, not even bothering to look up while he spoke to his members.
“Fuck you, I’m not going to help him.”
There was a pregnant pause in which one of the members dared to speak. The only words that filled the room were Kouta’s endless curses, some of which Ryutarou was sure were being used in the wrong context.
“I think Dai-chan just said fuck,” Yuri finally spoke, and seven pairs of eyes carefully eyed him.
Daiki however, just squinted his eyes. Though aimed at the magazine, the younger boy was fairly aware it was meant for him.
“So…” Yuri said, his eyes glittering mischievously, “I think Dai-chan needs a punishment.”
“What do you mean?!”
Finally he gained the older boy’s full attention; Daiki ripped his gaze from the magazine. With his sharp look it seemed like he was trying to drill holes in Yuri’s skull.
The latter didn’t seem very impressed at all and explained calmly, “You said fuck, and as you might know, you can’t say fuck. You’re underage, it’s illegal.”
“No,” Daiki snapped back, “it´s illegal to have sex, not to use the word. Besides, I´m almost 20!”
“Then you are a bad influence on the younger team,” Yuri retorted, his eyebrow raised high, “now Ryutarou wants to know what fuck is and he´ll look it up on the internet. And do you know what happens when you Google fuck? Yes, you get to see images of naked men and woman having intercourse. Thanks to you, Ryutarou will either become mentally scarred, and he will never have the will or courage to produce children himself, or he ends up being a pervert. And for your information, that means he’ll end up just like Akanishi-kun.”
Yuri folded his arms and nodded as he concluded, “Thanks to you and your badmouthing, Arioka Daiki, our youngest member will lose his innocence.”
Daiki rolled his eyes and turned his head back to focus on his magazine.
However, before he was able to read one more word, a very brave Yuto plucked the magazine and the entire stash away from him, and held it above his own head with a determined expression.
“I’m tall. You can’t reach it, no matter how high you jump.”
“Yuto, what the fu-“ Daiki halted his words, feeling Yuri’s smirk burning on the back of his head, “-just give me my magazines back!”
“Not before you accept your punishment and help Yabu-kun in the kitchen!” Yuto said, nodding his head towards the direction the gray clouds of smoke came from.
“What does me going into the kitchen with Yabu-kun have to do with robbing Ryutarou of his so-called innocence?” Daiki asked, still glaring at his precious magazines.
“Well, since you already messed up one member, you can save the other. See it as a way to pay back karma,” Yuri grinned victoriously.
Daiki squinted his eyes at him, but with a loud groan and a deep sigh, finally got off his chair.
“I know what fucking means,” Ryutarou mumbled as Daiki stomped out of the room towards the kitchen. Obviously the youngest JUMP member was offended that his knowledge about adult subjects was obviously underestimated.
“I know,” Yuri smirked, “and I think Dai-chan does too. He just needed an actual reason to get his ass into that kitchen.”
Walking towards the kitchen, Daiki could clearly hear Kouta’s mutter. It sounded like he was reading some vague recipe out loud, and if it wasn’t for the smoke that made him cough a few times, Daiki would have quietly sneaked towards the older man and snatched it away to see what he was at least trying to make.
Upon hearing Daiki’s dry cough, Kouta turned around with a surprised expression as he stuffed the recipe in his pocket.
“Da-Dai-chan?”
The younger man didn’t answer right away, as he first opened a window to air the dark smoke out of the little kitchen.
“I’m here to help you as a punishment for saying the word fuck,” Daiki said dryly when he felt he was able to talk again. He looked around; seeing the rampage that was their once so clean and tidy kitchen.
Yabu’s face turned into a grimace, “Why did you need punishment for that?”
The younger man shrugged, “Long story. So… what are you trying to make?”
Kouta’s gaze flickered a bit, looking around the kitchen.
“Nothing much, really,” he mumbled, suddenly glad the mess in the kitchen was able to cover up the biggest part of his ingredients. “You can go now, really, I’ll clean it by myself,” he added bluntly.
Daiki’s eyes, which had been adverting through the kitchen to take up the damage that had been made, snapped back towards the older man and Kouta knew that he hadn’t said the right thing after all.
“I can go back? I can go back?!” Daiki spoke, his usually big, rounded eyes now squeezed together in two fine lines.
It was true Daiki was twelve centimeters shorter than Kouta, but at times like these, when the older of two could literally see the steam coming from the younger’s ears, height, age and even their senpai-kouhai relationship did not make him feel less anxious for the outburst that was about to come.
Daiki’s lips were reduced to two thin, pink lines of his face and Kouta was sure that if the younger man wasn’t going to talk soon, he would have to start doubting his safety.
“So…” Daiki began, his voice unusually low, “if I get this right; two weeks ago you asked me what I want for Christmas, I tell you, you run away. I expect something, obviously. But everyone gave me a present aside from you. Sure, fine, whatever, Yabu-kun, I can handle that. But then you proceed to ignore me for the rest of those two weeks. And when I finally talk to you, you tell ‘I can go back’?! You’re a jerk!”
Kouta flinched, his shoulders slumping a bit as he dug his right hand into his pocket.
“This is your Christmas present,” he said, looking the other way.
“A dirty little paper with some words scribbled on it? Really? Gee, thanks, Yabu-kun,” Daiki said as he crumpled the paper and raised his hand to shoot it towards the bin.
“Wait!” Kouta got a hold of his wrist and took the paper back.
“That’s not what I meant,” he snapped, attempting to straighten the paper and make it readable again. “Remember what you wanted to have?”
“Something personal, didn’t matter what,” Daiki shot back, bitterly.
“Yes. So, I tried to bake you a cake.”
Daiki blinked.
“But I failed. More than once.”
Daiki blinked once more, eying the older man.
“And I have been trying to bake you that damn cake ever since, but I’m really not good at baking and I keep doing something wrong,” Kouta said, speeding up his speech with every word he spoke, “and I haven’t talked to you, because I figured you had expected a present and I didn’t had one, and I still wanted to give you one and it’s really embarrassing if you miss out on giving the one you like a Christmas present because you can’t ba-“
He was stopped by a formidable chunk of dough that was thrown in his face. Slightly offended, he looked at the smaller male, “What was that for?!”
“Idiot,” Daiki muttered, a pout playing on his lips, “you just confessed and then rambled all over it, you didn’t even notice.”
At first Kouta wanted to deny the fact that he indeed had confessed, but running back over his words he realized he had said he liked Daiki. In a way.
He smacked his own forehead and shook his head, “I’m sorry, it wasn’t supposed to go like this. You’re right, I’m such an idio-“
Again his sentence wasn’t finished because Daiki pulled him down and pecked him on the side of his mouth where a little bit of dough had been stuck to his lips.
“Hmm,” the younger man mused, “needs more sugar. Come on, give me that recipe, we’ll bake it together.”
Startled Kouta handed over the piece of paper, not fully comprehending what just happened, “but this isn’t really a present... Since we do it together.”
Daiki beamed at him, “Is there any thing more personal than a confession from the person you like?”
Kouta smirked, upon realizing what those words meant. He pulled the younger boy closer, “Hey Dai-chan, are you sure that dough needs more sugar or do you need to taste it another time?”
When, later that night, JUMP was sitting at the table, enjoying the cake Kouta and Daiki had baked, the new couple was feeding one another and the rest were secretly placing bets on how long it would take before they would get laid.
Keito looked up and glanced around, noticing someone was missing.
“You guys… Where is Yuto?”
The entire group turned their heads towards the living area.
“Yuto…” Yuri spoke, not able to hide the amused tone in his voice, “you can put the magazines down now.”
Author: hikarinoniji
Group: Hey!Say!JUMP
Characters/Pairings: Yabu Kouta/Arioka Daiki
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is purely fiction.
Summary: In which Yabu is attempting to bake a cake, Daiki is mad and Ryutarou is forever scarred by the word fuck, and therefor doomed to end up like Akanishi-senpai.
A/N: This one is for xshun_vidoll I hope you like it bb!
When the distinct smell of burned food and a loud series of colorful curses in at least 3 different languages (they all figured Kouta was picking up stuff from Keito’s American action series and Ryosuke’s Korean drama’s) erupted from the kitchen, all eyes slowly adverted towards the youngest BEST member.
Said boy had huddled himself into the deepest corner of his chair, a stack of magazines on his lap, while he was skimming through the issue in his hands.
A content smile lingered on his lips and if it hadn’t been for the twitching eyebrow, Yuto would have believed the older boy really didn’t notice the piercing stares aimed at him.
Daiki sighed, flipping the page of his Myojo, not even bothering to look up while he spoke to his members.
“Fuck you, I’m not going to help him.”
There was a pregnant pause in which one of the members dared to speak. The only words that filled the room were Kouta’s endless curses, some of which Ryutarou was sure were being used in the wrong context.
“I think Dai-chan just said fuck,” Yuri finally spoke, and seven pairs of eyes carefully eyed him.
Daiki however, just squinted his eyes. Though aimed at the magazine, the younger boy was fairly aware it was meant for him.
“So…” Yuri said, his eyes glittering mischievously, “I think Dai-chan needs a punishment.”
“What do you mean?!”
Finally he gained the older boy’s full attention; Daiki ripped his gaze from the magazine. With his sharp look it seemed like he was trying to drill holes in Yuri’s skull.
The latter didn’t seem very impressed at all and explained calmly, “You said fuck, and as you might know, you can’t say fuck. You’re underage, it’s illegal.”
“No,” Daiki snapped back, “it´s illegal to have sex, not to use the word. Besides, I´m almost 20!”
“Then you are a bad influence on the younger team,” Yuri retorted, his eyebrow raised high, “now Ryutarou wants to know what fuck is and he´ll look it up on the internet. And do you know what happens when you Google fuck? Yes, you get to see images of naked men and woman having intercourse. Thanks to you, Ryutarou will either become mentally scarred, and he will never have the will or courage to produce children himself, or he ends up being a pervert. And for your information, that means he’ll end up just like Akanishi-kun.”
Yuri folded his arms and nodded as he concluded, “Thanks to you and your badmouthing, Arioka Daiki, our youngest member will lose his innocence.”
Daiki rolled his eyes and turned his head back to focus on his magazine.
However, before he was able to read one more word, a very brave Yuto plucked the magazine and the entire stash away from him, and held it above his own head with a determined expression.
“I’m tall. You can’t reach it, no matter how high you jump.”
“Yuto, what the fu-“ Daiki halted his words, feeling Yuri’s smirk burning on the back of his head, “-just give me my magazines back!”
“Not before you accept your punishment and help Yabu-kun in the kitchen!” Yuto said, nodding his head towards the direction the gray clouds of smoke came from.
“What does me going into the kitchen with Yabu-kun have to do with robbing Ryutarou of his so-called innocence?” Daiki asked, still glaring at his precious magazines.
“Well, since you already messed up one member, you can save the other. See it as a way to pay back karma,” Yuri grinned victoriously.
Daiki squinted his eyes at him, but with a loud groan and a deep sigh, finally got off his chair.
“I know what fucking means,” Ryutarou mumbled as Daiki stomped out of the room towards the kitchen. Obviously the youngest JUMP member was offended that his knowledge about adult subjects was obviously underestimated.
“I know,” Yuri smirked, “and I think Dai-chan does too. He just needed an actual reason to get his ass into that kitchen.”
Walking towards the kitchen, Daiki could clearly hear Kouta’s mutter. It sounded like he was reading some vague recipe out loud, and if it wasn’t for the smoke that made him cough a few times, Daiki would have quietly sneaked towards the older man and snatched it away to see what he was at least trying to make.
Upon hearing Daiki’s dry cough, Kouta turned around with a surprised expression as he stuffed the recipe in his pocket.
“Da-Dai-chan?”
The younger man didn’t answer right away, as he first opened a window to air the dark smoke out of the little kitchen.
“I’m here to help you as a punishment for saying the word fuck,” Daiki said dryly when he felt he was able to talk again. He looked around; seeing the rampage that was their once so clean and tidy kitchen.
Yabu’s face turned into a grimace, “Why did you need punishment for that?”
The younger man shrugged, “Long story. So… what are you trying to make?”
Kouta’s gaze flickered a bit, looking around the kitchen.
“Nothing much, really,” he mumbled, suddenly glad the mess in the kitchen was able to cover up the biggest part of his ingredients. “You can go now, really, I’ll clean it by myself,” he added bluntly.
Daiki’s eyes, which had been adverting through the kitchen to take up the damage that had been made, snapped back towards the older man and Kouta knew that he hadn’t said the right thing after all.
“I can go back? I can go back?!” Daiki spoke, his usually big, rounded eyes now squeezed together in two fine lines.
It was true Daiki was twelve centimeters shorter than Kouta, but at times like these, when the older of two could literally see the steam coming from the younger’s ears, height, age and even their senpai-kouhai relationship did not make him feel less anxious for the outburst that was about to come.
Daiki’s lips were reduced to two thin, pink lines of his face and Kouta was sure that if the younger man wasn’t going to talk soon, he would have to start doubting his safety.
“So…” Daiki began, his voice unusually low, “if I get this right; two weeks ago you asked me what I want for Christmas, I tell you, you run away. I expect something, obviously. But everyone gave me a present aside from you. Sure, fine, whatever, Yabu-kun, I can handle that. But then you proceed to ignore me for the rest of those two weeks. And when I finally talk to you, you tell ‘I can go back’?! You’re a jerk!”
Kouta flinched, his shoulders slumping a bit as he dug his right hand into his pocket.
“This is your Christmas present,” he said, looking the other way.
“A dirty little paper with some words scribbled on it? Really? Gee, thanks, Yabu-kun,” Daiki said as he crumpled the paper and raised his hand to shoot it towards the bin.
“Wait!” Kouta got a hold of his wrist and took the paper back.
“That’s not what I meant,” he snapped, attempting to straighten the paper and make it readable again. “Remember what you wanted to have?”
“Something personal, didn’t matter what,” Daiki shot back, bitterly.
“Yes. So, I tried to bake you a cake.”
Daiki blinked.
“But I failed. More than once.”
Daiki blinked once more, eying the older man.
“And I have been trying to bake you that damn cake ever since, but I’m really not good at baking and I keep doing something wrong,” Kouta said, speeding up his speech with every word he spoke, “and I haven’t talked to you, because I figured you had expected a present and I didn’t had one, and I still wanted to give you one and it’s really embarrassing if you miss out on giving the one you like a Christmas present because you can’t ba-“
He was stopped by a formidable chunk of dough that was thrown in his face. Slightly offended, he looked at the smaller male, “What was that for?!”
“Idiot,” Daiki muttered, a pout playing on his lips, “you just confessed and then rambled all over it, you didn’t even notice.”
At first Kouta wanted to deny the fact that he indeed had confessed, but running back over his words he realized he had said he liked Daiki. In a way.
He smacked his own forehead and shook his head, “I’m sorry, it wasn’t supposed to go like this. You’re right, I’m such an idio-“
Again his sentence wasn’t finished because Daiki pulled him down and pecked him on the side of his mouth where a little bit of dough had been stuck to his lips.
“Hmm,” the younger man mused, “needs more sugar. Come on, give me that recipe, we’ll bake it together.”
Startled Kouta handed over the piece of paper, not fully comprehending what just happened, “but this isn’t really a present... Since we do it together.”
Daiki beamed at him, “Is there any thing more personal than a confession from the person you like?”
Kouta smirked, upon realizing what those words meant. He pulled the younger boy closer, “Hey Dai-chan, are you sure that dough needs more sugar or do you need to taste it another time?”
When, later that night, JUMP was sitting at the table, enjoying the cake Kouta and Daiki had baked, the new couple was feeding one another and the rest were secretly placing bets on how long it would take before they would get laid.
Keito looked up and glanced around, noticing someone was missing.
“You guys… Where is Yuto?”
The entire group turned their heads towards the living area.
“Yuto…” Yuri spoke, not able to hide the amused tone in his voice, “you can put the magazines down now.”