Title: The KoyaJin Fic
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Koyama/Akanishi, Yamashita/Akanishi, Koyama/Tegoshi
Rating: PG-13 (language, crack, Jin is probably OOC)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: For
sanjihan , who's amazing in all kinds of ways. It doesn't stick to the original prompt at all, but I know you don't care♥ I hope you like it. For my
100+ Member Celebration Event.
Koyama’s not sure, but he thinks that maybe he’s been dropped into an alternate dimension. Or something. One where Akanishi Jin is not in America, singing his solos, but rather taking up residence in NEWS’ dressing room, drinking all of their energy drinks. It’s all a bit mind-boggling, really.
Especially when said Jin is currently attempting to eat his face in what Koyama can only assume is supposed to be a passionate kiss.
Somehow, this is not what Koyama had imagined when Jin had fallen onto the couch beside him two minutes earlier, declaring very casually, “So, tell me about this member-ai crap.” But then again, Koyama hadn’t really known what to expect in the first place. This is Akanishi Jin, after all.
Luckily, he doesn’t have to contemplate it for long, because suddenly Jin is pulling away with a startled yelp, one hand clutching at the crown of his head. “Ow! What the fuck?”
From where he’s sitting, Koyama can see a rather angry looking Pi standing in the doorway. Tegoshi is with him, peeking around his shoulder to appraise the situation curiously.
“Nice shot,” the youngest of the lot comments.
“Jin!” Yamapi barks, ignoring Tegoshi in favor of directing his attention elsewhere. “For the last time, stop molesting my band!”
“Make me!” is the (very mature) response, and then Jin is darting away, letting out a sound that is entirely too gleeful for someone presumably in trouble, with Pi right on his heels.
In the aftermath, Koyama sits on the couch and wonders what the hell just happened. Tegoshi frowns cutely, looks from the doorway (through which Jin and Pi can still be heard from down the hall) back to Koyama, brow furrowed as he looks thoughtful.
And then he beams, flops onto the couch beside Koyama, and tugs at his arm insistently. “Poor Keii-chan,” he coos. “They forgot about you! But don’t worry. I’ll fix it.” His smile turns a bit mischievous, and Koyama suddenly thinks he might’ve been better off getting molested by Jin.