2x2... side b
continuation of my previous post...
back to previous post for the first two fics...
TITLE: Fake Fairytale
CHARACTERS: Yamashita Tomohisa, Kitagawa Keiko, Nishikido Ryo, Ikuta Toma, Kamenashi Kazuya, Akanishi Jin, Matsumoto Jun
PAIRING: Yamapi/Keiko
RATINGS: PG
DISCLAIMER: The only thing i own in this story is the plot...
Summary: More than friends but less than lovers... Same feelings but not one heart... Some say it's love, some say it's a game... Both lost, all fail... Because MU is nothing but a fake fairytale...
He was still in a good mood when he first saw her.
Jin had pulled him, Ryo, Toma and Kame to go bar hopping that evening just because work ended before 10 and the aforementioned idol thought and felt that it was still way too early to go home. If truth be told though, it didn’t take Jin long to convince him, or even Ryo for that matter, since he and his group mate were both feeling a bit party-ish at the moment; Toma and Kame were another issue altogether. But however hard, or easy, it would or should have been to pull them along, Jin still succeeded in his aim, they still ended up clubbing anyway.
And he was feeling very good about himself actually, then he caught sight of her.
For one thing, he didn’t know that she was going to be there, not that they always tell each other what they’re doing or where they’re going. In fact, that is something he rarely does. She, on the other hand, would always inform him about her ongoings, whether he asks her or not. Previously, that is, because lately, she hasn’t been doing it that much.
The mere fact that she’s in a club is not actually what changed his mood, not even the fact that she didn’t tell him about it. They’re both free to do whatever they will after all, and he’d never restrict her the same way she never restricted him.
But he certainly doesn’t like what he’s seeing.
Particularly that part with the guy she’s dancing with being a bit too close for comfort, his comfort at the very least. She, on the other hand, does not seem to notice or care. But while he continued to restrain himself, that guy seemed to be getting lose by the second, his hands starting to travel to her waist, something she discreetly hits away (thankfully). He’s not even sure if the guy is fully aware of the identity and status of the woman he’s dancing with.
He could practically feel his blood boiling. He’s fine with someone else touching her like that, but only if it’s in a script and it is absolutely needed. Only then.
But for any other time and circumstance, nobody dares touch Kitagawa Keiko like that.
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“Where’s Yamapi?” Kame asked as Toma slumped next to him on the coach in the private booth they’ve mindfully reserved for themselves. After all, while the sight of Jin (and Ryo) in a club is a usual occurrence, having five idols like themselves in one place could and would cause quite a commotion.
“I don’t know…” Toma shrugged. “I left him here a while ago when I went to the men’s room… He must have left… He was looking a bit murderous or something…”
“He was looking like that and you just left him?” Ryo asked in surprise, entering the booth himself to try and catch his breathe. “I thought you two were best friends?” he added chidingly.
The two more notorious clubbers in that little group had been dancing the night away with any and all girls who come close to them at the dance floor. Jin is still at it actually, or he may be making out with one (or more) of those girls now.
“Why should I worry about him?” Toma snorted. “He’s a grown man… Besides, it’s his fault why I’m here instead of home catching up with sleep…” he simply stated.
“I think he just felt like you needed to get out more…” Kame reasoned.
“He’s right…” Ryo agreed. “You need a social life… All work and no play makes Toma a dull, dull boy…”
“And what makes you think I have no social life?” Toma challenged, a small smile already playing in his lips.
“What would make us think otherwise?” Ryo countered. “Pi’s just doing you a favor… You need to get laid…”
The small smile playing on Toma’s lips earlier grew wider as he leaned at the back of the sofa and said “What makes you think I’m not getting laid?” with outmost swagger.
This stopped Ryo momentarily and even made Kame raise an eyebrow at Toma curiously.
“Wait a minute!” Ryo exclaimed, after a while, a mischievous smile on his lips to counter Toma’s boastful one. “If you’re saying the truth and you really have been having some, why haven’t we heard about it?!” he demanded.
Toma chuckled as he shook his head patronizingly at his friends. “Im not an exhibitionist unlike you and Jin…” he said. “I don’t feel the need to share my sex life…”
Before Ryo or Kame could come up with a reply other than a raised eyebrow and a laugh (respectively), Jin came barging into their booth, one girl still clinging onto his neck while his hands were on the girls waist, holding her against him. He had to whisper something in the girl’s ear before the girl chuckled seductively and gave a small lick to the underside of his ear before going off.
“Whose sex life are we talking about?” he asked, obviously in a good mood as he entered the booth.
“Not yours, please…” Kame replied quickly. “Toma’s…”
This made Jin’s eyes grew as he turned to the aforementioned guy and demanded “You have a sex life? Why don’t you share?”
Kame rolled his eyes and shook his head while Toma declared “That sounded gross in so many levels… But for the record, I’ve already consumed my dose of craziness for the whole month when I agreed to Yamapi in coming here… I’m not going further than that…”
“Chicken…” Ryo sneered while Jin asked “Where’s Pi anyway?”
“Hopefully, not crazy enough to start partying like the two of you…” Kame sighed.
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Yamashita Tomohisa is crazy all right. But not because he’s partying like two of his closer friends. It is because he’s sulking by the corner, near the entrance to the ladies room, glaring at a particular pair without any care of anything else, including the once he left behind.
That situation is already potentially dangerous for any guy to do, alone at that, but most specially when that guy lists his profession as an idol, a Johnny’s idol to be specific, and he only has a baseball cap and a jacket to try and hide his identity.
But Yamapi isn’t thinking clearly. In fact, there’s a good chance he’s not thinking at all as his eyes remained glued to her, waiting for the exact right moment to appear even if it takes all night.
It didn’t take all night though. He was there barely 10 minutes when she excused herself to head to the ladies room. The moment she passed him, he grabbed her by the arm and pushed her to the far corner where there was far less people and noise.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” he demanded the moment he turned her around to face him, his body trapping hers against the wall.
“Wha--Yamapi!“ Keiko cried, finally recognizing her. For a split second, there was softness in her eyes. But then she blinked and it was all gone. In its place was a touch of anger, and a bit of annoyance. “What the heck are you doing here?! Are you following me?!” she, too, demanded.
“I asked the question first!” Yamapi growled. “What are you doing here flirting with that guy?!”
Keiko opened her mouth, as if about to fume, but then she closed it again and breathed deeply one time with her eyes closed. “What does it matter to you?” she asked back when she opened her eyes
Yamapi was momentarily held back by this, not only by her reply, but also by the fact that there was nothing else but ice in her eyes as she looked straight into his.
Then she smiled sardonically. “See? Nothing…” she said. “So if you will excuse me, I have a partner to get back to…” she added as she pushed him off her.
Before she could take more than a step though, Yamapi got back to his senses as he grabbed her arm, more firmly this time and declared “No. You’re going home…”
Keiko smiled, her smile still that sardonic smile of hers before she said “You can’t make me…”
Yamapi’s jaws clenched. But then he looked her straight in the eyes too as he said “Try me…”
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The car ride to Keiko’s place was a long, silent, and icy one. Not once had Yamapi or Keiko spoken any word as Yamapi maneuvered his car through the streets of Tokyo.
Keiko had ended up allowing herself to be taken away by Yamapi, especially after the very determined look he gave her. But after the left the club, heck, after they stared in each others eyes to challenge each other, Keiko had not spoken a single word.
When he stopped the car at the red light, he turned to look at her, but her head was turned resolutely away from him. He did think that there was something like tears in her eyes but when he tried to look closer, the car behind him started honking his horn, the light had just turned green, prompting him to start the car. The next time he looked, the tear was no longer there. Although he did think he heard a sniff.
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In a way though, that car ride to her place did good for Yamapi. By the time he caught sight of her apartment building, his temper had gone considerably down and he realized that he may have overreacted a bit at what he’s seen.
Keiko, on the other hand, seemed to have not cooled down yet as she got out of the car without even waiting for him to turn off the engine. She had also managed to enter her apartment and close the door behind her by the time he got out of his car. It wasn’t that big of a problem though, because he has his own key to her apartment.
“Look, I’m really sorry…” he started the moment he entered her apartment and caught sight of her at the living room, seated on the sofa, her arms folded over her chest as she glared at the blank TV screen. “I may have overreacted a little bit…”
“Why?” she asked, her first words since her “You can’t make me” at the club and she sounded like she had a bad cold, or had been crying, or had been trying hard not to cry.
Yamapi’s eyebrows furrowed at this, confused at her question.
“What do you mean why?” he asked.
“You know what I meant!” Keiko cried, her voice slightly higher than usual as if she’s trying to stop herself from screaming. “Why?!”
Still confused, Yamapi simply watched her for a while. But the moment he saw her getting angrier by the minute, he felt his anger getting the best of him too.
“What?!” he asked back. “You want me to just let you and that a-hole get it on in that club?! Is that what you want?!”
“So what if it is?!” Keiko cried. “What is it to you?!”
Yamapi’s temper flared, his fist clenching and unclenching on his sides. “What the hell kind of question is that?!” he growled.
“A question you can’t answer!” Keiko shot back quickly, making Yamapi draw back. And then she smiled, similar to that sardonic one she had at the bar. ”See…”
Yamapi wanted to growl. He wanted to hit something in his confusion. He wanted to just grab her and kiss her senselessly until reason comes back to her mind. He wanted to just take her there and make love with her so ardently until both their bodies give up for the night.
But while his body has needs, his anger and pride, especially his pride, is winning.
“What?! You’re saying you’d rather have that nobody instead of me?!” he challenged haughtily.
Keiko smirked. “Why not?! Maybe you’re not as good in bed as you think you are…” she sneered. And then she added, her voice dripping in sarcasm “But wait! After all, you are Yamashita Tomohisa… THE Yamashita Tomohisa… Of course any girl would choose you over any other guy… Who could resist?!”
The lump that had formed in Yamapi’s throat told him that he too wanted to shout but there was something with what Keiko said, and the way she said it, and how she looked while she said it, stopped him. Keiko’s eyes were brimming with tears as she looked at him, the pain evident in her eyes.
And Keiko continued.
“Well, to hell with you! I’m not like those girls! I’m not just one of those girls! I’m Kitagawa Keiko! And I can have any guy I want after I’m done with you!”
Her last words shook Yamapi to his bones. His pride and anger overshadowed by the sudden weird feeling in his chest. “Where are all these coming from?” he asked, his voice considerably lower as he took one step closer to her.
“Don’t come closer!” she warned, one hand extended to put emphasis on what she just said. “Just don’t!”
Yamapi did stop in his heels but he still asked “What’s going on? What happened?”
“I woke up… That was what happened…” Keiko said, looking him in the eyes. “I woke up and I realized that this…” she said, pointing to the two of them, meaning their relationship “is just one big joke.”
“What?” Yamapi exclaimed as he tried to rack his brain for anything he might have done in the past. when he couldn’t come up with something, he asked her “I thought we were okay?!”
“Okay?” Keiko asked, repeating his last word. “How can the two of us be okay? We’re not lovers Yamashita, we’re not even considered as friends… If I had to be blunt, I’d say we were more sex partners than anything else…”
“What? That’s ridiculous!” Yamapi exclaimed, stung by her words and how she termed the two of them.
“Is it?” Keiko asked. “Tell me, what exactly are we?”
Yamapi stopped. They’re not a couple, he’d made it clear from day one that they can’t be. His career would never allow it, and he thought so would hers. And she was right when she said they’re not friends too. After all, people don’t go and have sex with just their friends frequently. Saying that they’re sex partners would be a bit too much though, because there’s more to them than just lust and sex, that he’s sure of.
But before he could come up with a name or description to call their relationship, Keiko had walked away from him.
“You can’t even come up with anything…” she said as she did, her face growing blank with each step she took away from him, her head shaking.
“Kei…” he started in a soft voice, trying to mollify her as he made one step closer.
But before he could do or say anything more than that, Keiko had turned her back on her and said in a clear strong voice “Just get out of here Yamashita… Get the hell out!”
And then she ran into her room and he heard her lock herself in.
A part of him wants to stay there and stand his ground until she explains to her what’s going on but his confusion is getting the better of him, along with the suddenly heavy feeling he has after he heard her words.
-----TBC-----
TITLE: Unpublished Love Song
CHARACTERS: Akanishi Jin, Kiroki Meisa
PAIRING: Jin/Meisa
RATINGS: PG-13?
DISCLAIMER: The only thing i own in this story is the plot...
Summary: The first time it happened, Akanishi Jin didn't really know how it all started...
The first time it happened (although technically speaking, nothing much actually happened), Akanishi Jin didn’t really know how it all started. He didn’t even know at what point in that night at the club did he ‘sense’ that she was there too.
He just found himself on one secluded corner of the bar, pressing against her hot female form, kissing her hotly and almost feverishly, with her hands draped over his shoulders. And really, no one can blame his mind for not functioning at times like these.
After all, what normal guy’s mind would if he’s kissing no one else but Kuroki Meisa?
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The first time he saw her in a place that wasn’t a club was when he met her along the hallway of Ikuta Studios where he had a shoot with his then group, KaT-TUN. She wasn’t alone same way he wasn’t; Kame and Koki were walking right next to him, when they met her. She was with her manager and they were in deep discussion when that happened.
The moment he realized that it was her, his eyes couldn’t help but land on her lips, and remember how delicious and addictive it was when it happened at the bar, although, really, nothing much actually happened. But while he showed signs of recognition, she didn’t.
He was just about to let it go when he saw her smiling at Kame, recognizing the co-star she once had.
And before he knew it, his eyes saw green.
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The second time it happened (and this time, something really did happen), he somehow knew how it all started.
He’d seen her on the dance floor from his spot at the second floor, dancing the night away with some of her girlfriends, and he suddenly found himself being entranced by how her body moves. And the moment he caught sight of her leaving her little group, presumably to head to the powder room, he immediately took action.
But the moment their skins touched when he reached out to stop her by the wrist, Jin was once again lost in those beautiful, fierce eyes. A little while later, he somehow found them at the back of his SUV, kissing each other heatedly as clothes started being removed one by one.
And the last thing Jin could remember thinking was that the sound of Meisa panting, groaning, and moaning against his skin and touch was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever heard in his entire life.
And that there’s no way she wouldn’t recognize him after this.
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The first time he actually got hold of a magazine interview of her, he couldn’t help but grit his teeth.
He wasn’t reading the magazine because of her; he just happened to have come across that particular magazine that featured some of the sexiest models he knew that also just happened to have her interview inside. But it still didn’t change the fact that he was miffed by what he read.
For some reason, the interviewer had asked her if she knew any of the Johnny’s personally (maybe because her best friend, Horikita Maki, had been working with quite a few already) and her reply was “Well, of course there’s Kame(nashi Kazuya)-kun, everyone from Arashi, I’ve met Yamashita (Tomohisa)-kun, and yeah, Yabu (Kota)-kun…”
And while he knew it is but reasonable for her to know these guys (because really, why shouldn’t she when she’d worked with them at one time or the other), he couldn’t help but notice the absence of one notable name, him. And he would have, might have, let it go too if not for the last name mentioned, because, really, Yabu is his kouhai for Christ’s sake!
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“I heard you don’t personally know me…” he whispered in her ear the moment he found (or made, to be more like it) his way behind her at the dance floor in another club once again.
Obviously startled, Meisa looked around and, after seeing who he was, flashed a smile.
“Why? I don’t remember us being introduced…” she said.
Jin’s eyebrow shot up (although it might not have been noticed since part of his face is hidden by the combined efforts of his hair and fedora) at this before he smiled.
“Let me correct that…” he said, extending a hand. “Jin…”
“Meisa…” she smiled, taking the hand he offered.
But Jin didn’t let go of her hand. Instead, he squeezed meaningfully before using it to pull her a lot more closer to him.
“Want to get out of here?” he said as Meisa’s hand landed on his chest.
“What place do you have in mind?” she asked back.
Jin grinned. “Mine…”
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In all honesty, it took Jin quite a lot to not start devouring her the moment they both entered his car in the parking lot. Well, technically speaking, it was Yamapi’s car since he traded cars with his best friend sometime after his and Meisa’s first real ‘encounter’, the memories of what happened at the back of his own car a bit too much for him to handle especially after reading that magazine interview.
But he wasn’t in the mood for chaste back-of-the-car encounters at the moment and so does Meisa, he thinks (and really, he doesn’t have that many friends he can force to change cars with). Besides, his pride pushed him stay put the moment he saw how composed Meisa looked when she settled down next to him.
And that pride helped him stay relaxed, sort of, throughout the whole ride.
The moment they stepped inside his apartment though, that pride and self-control was lost as he pushed her at the back of the door and started ravaging her.
They didn’t make it to his bedroom but they did manage to make it to the sofa.
And before Jin would be completely engulfed in his own senses and her intoxicating scent, he remembered thinking that the sound of his name coming from her lips was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard.
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The first date they had (if you can call it that, and of course, their previous meet ups could not, in any way, be considered a date) was after Jin managed to weasel out of Kame her phone number.
He knew she was stunned when she heard him on the other end of the line, judging by the small gasp that came from her when he mentioned his name.
Inviting her again to his place though, and this time, without going at a club as a prelude, wasn’t as smooth as the first time. She had answered all his invites with a short “Why?” and at one point, during the whole conversation, Jin actually considered the possibility that she really isn’t interested.
But in the end, his own brand of persistence prevailed.
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Jin wasn’t really the domesticated type of guy and thus had no success in doing domesticated types of things with any sort of perfection.
He tried cleaning up in his apartment hours before their agreed day but found himself completely incapable of actually cleaning up (which is why he ended up pushing everything in his now very cluttered closet). He thought of cooking too but after realizing that there’s no real food he actually is capable of making, he settled for take out.
He really shouldn’t have bothered that much too because Meisa didn’t seem to be the type of girl that’s overly bothered by thinks like that, at least he thinks. And he somehow confirmed that when Meisa simply chuckled when she entered his apartment and had a quick glance at the place as she placed the wine she brought with her on the center table.
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“So, tell me, Jin…” she started. They were already by the sink, cleaning up because dinner had just ended and Meisa insisted to help. “What exactly do you call what we’re doing now?”
Jin pretended to think for a bit, although in truth, he was just slightly startled of Meisa opening that topic herself. All throughout dinner, they’ve been chatting and laughing but those topics were really random ones and never did they speak of what they’re doing now.
“Well, we’ve just had dinner and now we’re cleaning up…” he said. “I’d say it’s a successful date…”
“Date? Really?” Meisa echoed in an amusement. “Is that what you had when you suddenly called? To ask me out on a date?”
“Well… Yeah…” Jin said.
“Just that?” Meisa challenged with a mischievous grin and Jin found his ear suddenly feeling hot. It’d be too much to ask, after all, that Meisa wouldn’t notice his numerous ‘accidental’ brushes to her skin.
“And something more…” he ended up admitting as he dropped all the pretense of ‘accidental’ touches as his hands wrapped around her waist, turning her so that he could take her lips.
This time, they manage to get to his bed.
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That ‘date’ was soon followed by another, and then another, all in Jin’s place (because really, while Jin is comfortable with the paparazzi following him around in his escapades, he isn’t comfortable with dragging Meisa’s name with him, especially since he is Jin and she is Meisa - Ryo had already expressed his amusement, amazement and slight displeasure with his sudden disinterest in clubbing). And Jin had actually, eventually, managed to really clean up in his apartment, with the help of course of his slightly confused mother.
He and Meisa would have dinner, or watch movies, and, at one time, even drank. But what’s in common of all the times Meisa spent there was they would always end up next to each other, limbs entangled and tongues locked.
One more thing that those moments would have in common was the fact that Meisa, never, ever stays the night.
When all is said and done and they’ve managed to catch a bit of rest after that grueling ‘exercise’, Meisa would always stand up to get dressed. Jin would always never stop her.
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The first time Jin stopped her was a little over a couple of months since they started the whole set-up.
He had felt her starting to inch away from him to get out of the bed when his hand reached out to hug her waist from the back and pull her closer to him.
“Stay…” he whispered as he nuzzled the back of her neck.
For a few seconds, he could feel her stiffening against him but he didn’t let his hold loose. If anything, he only tightened it more.
After a while, Meisa’s body relaxed and her hands even moved to cover his own draped over her waist. And he couldn’t help but sigh in relief as he felt her moving closer to him in the bed. The fact that they were spooning didn’t even disturb him a bit.
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Sex would still be their most favorite past time but it didn’t take long for Jin to realize that there’s a lot more he loved doing while he’s with Meisa. He liked their small talks, their occasional bickering, and most especially the smell of her when he wakes up in the morning and sees her still next to him.
He also found out that he was a lot more inspired when they’re together, he’d even go as far as taking out his guitar and start strumming.
And that’s exactly what he found himself doing that afternoon with Meisa by his feet, reading her script.
I like the way your eyes glisten
The moment I claim your lips
The sweet taste coming from only you
From any part I kiss…
I love the way it would sound
Whenever you utter my name
And the moment you whispered in my ear
I knew I would never be the sa-…
Jin didn’t get to finish the line that has entered his mind after feeling a pair of eyes looking at him.
“What?” he asked, feeling slightly defensive after seeing the slight amusement in Meisa’s eyes mostly because he, himself, finds the lyrics a bit (or really just plain) too cheesy.
“I didn’t say anything…” Meisa said as she pushed herself to a sitting position, a ghost of a smile still visible in her lips.
Jin snorted. “But you were thinking it…” he pointed out. “Just say it already…” he added, quickly closing his eyes, expecting her to burst into laughter or a string of criticisms.
But when nothing came after a few seconds, he ended up opening his eyes again. And there he saw Meisa smiling, now sitting opposite him.
“Actually, if someone else sang it, it wouldn’t have sounded as cheesy as when it sounded when you did…” she told him plainly. But before Jin could do more than drop his jaws and gape at her, she continued. “But I think it’s sweet… Chances are, it would never get recorded though…”
“Oh really?” Jin challenged, his smile getting naughty as he laid the guitar against the table next to him, when in truth he actually agrees with what she just said. “Why is that?”
“It’s a bit too… Sensual… For the general public…” Meisa shrugged, turning her back to him as she reached out for the script she’d placed down moments ago.
Before she can locate it though, and before she knew it, Jin had moved so that she ended up flat on her back in her surprise with him hovering over her.
“That’s not a problem…” Jin said. “It doesn’t matter if it’s ever recorded anyway… As long as the intended audience gets to hear it over and over and over again…”
“Oh really? Who’s the intended audience?” she managed to gasp as Jin’s hands started feeling her body.
Jin grinned as his head descended to kiss her at the back of her ear. The moment he heard her breathing hitch, he whispered to her ear “You…”
Meisa didn’t get to say her response though because Jin captured her lips immediately. She managed to show him in some other way though as her tongue started mirroring his and her hands locked at the back of his neck to pull him a lot more closer.
Hours and hours later, Jin’s attention went back to his guitar as he attempted to finish the piece while dealing with a very delicious distraction in the form of a blanket-only covered Meisa lying by his feet, reading her script.
-----THE END-----
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back to previous post for the first two fics...
TITLE: Fake Fairytale
CHARACTERS: Yamashita Tomohisa, Kitagawa Keiko, Nishikido Ryo, Ikuta Toma, Kamenashi Kazuya, Akanishi Jin, Matsumoto Jun
PAIRING: Yamapi/Keiko
RATINGS: PG
DISCLAIMER: The only thing i own in this story is the plot...
Summary: More than friends but less than lovers... Same feelings but not one heart... Some say it's love, some say it's a game... Both lost, all fail... Because MU is nothing but a fake fairytale...
He was still in a good mood when he first saw her.
Jin had pulled him, Ryo, Toma and Kame to go bar hopping that evening just because work ended before 10 and the aforementioned idol thought and felt that it was still way too early to go home. If truth be told though, it didn’t take Jin long to convince him, or even Ryo for that matter, since he and his group mate were both feeling a bit party-ish at the moment; Toma and Kame were another issue altogether. But however hard, or easy, it would or should have been to pull them along, Jin still succeeded in his aim, they still ended up clubbing anyway.
And he was feeling very good about himself actually, then he caught sight of her.
For one thing, he didn’t know that she was going to be there, not that they always tell each other what they’re doing or where they’re going. In fact, that is something he rarely does. She, on the other hand, would always inform him about her ongoings, whether he asks her or not. Previously, that is, because lately, she hasn’t been doing it that much.
The mere fact that she’s in a club is not actually what changed his mood, not even the fact that she didn’t tell him about it. They’re both free to do whatever they will after all, and he’d never restrict her the same way she never restricted him.
But he certainly doesn’t like what he’s seeing.
Particularly that part with the guy she’s dancing with being a bit too close for comfort, his comfort at the very least. She, on the other hand, does not seem to notice or care. But while he continued to restrain himself, that guy seemed to be getting lose by the second, his hands starting to travel to her waist, something she discreetly hits away (thankfully). He’s not even sure if the guy is fully aware of the identity and status of the woman he’s dancing with.
He could practically feel his blood boiling. He’s fine with someone else touching her like that, but only if it’s in a script and it is absolutely needed. Only then.
But for any other time and circumstance, nobody dares touch Kitagawa Keiko like that.
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“Where’s Yamapi?” Kame asked as Toma slumped next to him on the coach in the private booth they’ve mindfully reserved for themselves. After all, while the sight of Jin (and Ryo) in a club is a usual occurrence, having five idols like themselves in one place could and would cause quite a commotion.
“I don’t know…” Toma shrugged. “I left him here a while ago when I went to the men’s room… He must have left… He was looking a bit murderous or something…”
“He was looking like that and you just left him?” Ryo asked in surprise, entering the booth himself to try and catch his breathe. “I thought you two were best friends?” he added chidingly.
The two more notorious clubbers in that little group had been dancing the night away with any and all girls who come close to them at the dance floor. Jin is still at it actually, or he may be making out with one (or more) of those girls now.
“Why should I worry about him?” Toma snorted. “He’s a grown man… Besides, it’s his fault why I’m here instead of home catching up with sleep…” he simply stated.
“I think he just felt like you needed to get out more…” Kame reasoned.
“He’s right…” Ryo agreed. “You need a social life… All work and no play makes Toma a dull, dull boy…”
“And what makes you think I have no social life?” Toma challenged, a small smile already playing in his lips.
“What would make us think otherwise?” Ryo countered. “Pi’s just doing you a favor… You need to get laid…”
The small smile playing on Toma’s lips earlier grew wider as he leaned at the back of the sofa and said “What makes you think I’m not getting laid?” with outmost swagger.
This stopped Ryo momentarily and even made Kame raise an eyebrow at Toma curiously.
“Wait a minute!” Ryo exclaimed, after a while, a mischievous smile on his lips to counter Toma’s boastful one. “If you’re saying the truth and you really have been having some, why haven’t we heard about it?!” he demanded.
Toma chuckled as he shook his head patronizingly at his friends. “Im not an exhibitionist unlike you and Jin…” he said. “I don’t feel the need to share my sex life…”
Before Ryo or Kame could come up with a reply other than a raised eyebrow and a laugh (respectively), Jin came barging into their booth, one girl still clinging onto his neck while his hands were on the girls waist, holding her against him. He had to whisper something in the girl’s ear before the girl chuckled seductively and gave a small lick to the underside of his ear before going off.
“Whose sex life are we talking about?” he asked, obviously in a good mood as he entered the booth.
“Not yours, please…” Kame replied quickly. “Toma’s…”
This made Jin’s eyes grew as he turned to the aforementioned guy and demanded “You have a sex life? Why don’t you share?”
Kame rolled his eyes and shook his head while Toma declared “That sounded gross in so many levels… But for the record, I’ve already consumed my dose of craziness for the whole month when I agreed to Yamapi in coming here… I’m not going further than that…”
“Chicken…” Ryo sneered while Jin asked “Where’s Pi anyway?”
“Hopefully, not crazy enough to start partying like the two of you…” Kame sighed.
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Yamashita Tomohisa is crazy all right. But not because he’s partying like two of his closer friends. It is because he’s sulking by the corner, near the entrance to the ladies room, glaring at a particular pair without any care of anything else, including the once he left behind.
That situation is already potentially dangerous for any guy to do, alone at that, but most specially when that guy lists his profession as an idol, a Johnny’s idol to be specific, and he only has a baseball cap and a jacket to try and hide his identity.
But Yamapi isn’t thinking clearly. In fact, there’s a good chance he’s not thinking at all as his eyes remained glued to her, waiting for the exact right moment to appear even if it takes all night.
It didn’t take all night though. He was there barely 10 minutes when she excused herself to head to the ladies room. The moment she passed him, he grabbed her by the arm and pushed her to the far corner where there was far less people and noise.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” he demanded the moment he turned her around to face him, his body trapping hers against the wall.
“Wha--Yamapi!“ Keiko cried, finally recognizing her. For a split second, there was softness in her eyes. But then she blinked and it was all gone. In its place was a touch of anger, and a bit of annoyance. “What the heck are you doing here?! Are you following me?!” she, too, demanded.
“I asked the question first!” Yamapi growled. “What are you doing here flirting with that guy?!”
Keiko opened her mouth, as if about to fume, but then she closed it again and breathed deeply one time with her eyes closed. “What does it matter to you?” she asked back when she opened her eyes
Yamapi was momentarily held back by this, not only by her reply, but also by the fact that there was nothing else but ice in her eyes as she looked straight into his.
Then she smiled sardonically. “See? Nothing…” she said. “So if you will excuse me, I have a partner to get back to…” she added as she pushed him off her.
Before she could take more than a step though, Yamapi got back to his senses as he grabbed her arm, more firmly this time and declared “No. You’re going home…”
Keiko smiled, her smile still that sardonic smile of hers before she said “You can’t make me…”
Yamapi’s jaws clenched. But then he looked her straight in the eyes too as he said “Try me…”
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The car ride to Keiko’s place was a long, silent, and icy one. Not once had Yamapi or Keiko spoken any word as Yamapi maneuvered his car through the streets of Tokyo.
Keiko had ended up allowing herself to be taken away by Yamapi, especially after the very determined look he gave her. But after the left the club, heck, after they stared in each others eyes to challenge each other, Keiko had not spoken a single word.
When he stopped the car at the red light, he turned to look at her, but her head was turned resolutely away from him. He did think that there was something like tears in her eyes but when he tried to look closer, the car behind him started honking his horn, the light had just turned green, prompting him to start the car. The next time he looked, the tear was no longer there. Although he did think he heard a sniff.
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In a way though, that car ride to her place did good for Yamapi. By the time he caught sight of her apartment building, his temper had gone considerably down and he realized that he may have overreacted a bit at what he’s seen.
Keiko, on the other hand, seemed to have not cooled down yet as she got out of the car without even waiting for him to turn off the engine. She had also managed to enter her apartment and close the door behind her by the time he got out of his car. It wasn’t that big of a problem though, because he has his own key to her apartment.
“Look, I’m really sorry…” he started the moment he entered her apartment and caught sight of her at the living room, seated on the sofa, her arms folded over her chest as she glared at the blank TV screen. “I may have overreacted a little bit…”
“Why?” she asked, her first words since her “You can’t make me” at the club and she sounded like she had a bad cold, or had been crying, or had been trying hard not to cry.
Yamapi’s eyebrows furrowed at this, confused at her question.
“What do you mean why?” he asked.
“You know what I meant!” Keiko cried, her voice slightly higher than usual as if she’s trying to stop herself from screaming. “Why?!”
Still confused, Yamapi simply watched her for a while. But the moment he saw her getting angrier by the minute, he felt his anger getting the best of him too.
“What?!” he asked back. “You want me to just let you and that a-hole get it on in that club?! Is that what you want?!”
“So what if it is?!” Keiko cried. “What is it to you?!”
Yamapi’s temper flared, his fist clenching and unclenching on his sides. “What the hell kind of question is that?!” he growled.
“A question you can’t answer!” Keiko shot back quickly, making Yamapi draw back. And then she smiled, similar to that sardonic one she had at the bar. ”See…”
Yamapi wanted to growl. He wanted to hit something in his confusion. He wanted to just grab her and kiss her senselessly until reason comes back to her mind. He wanted to just take her there and make love with her so ardently until both their bodies give up for the night.
But while his body has needs, his anger and pride, especially his pride, is winning.
“What?! You’re saying you’d rather have that nobody instead of me?!” he challenged haughtily.
Keiko smirked. “Why not?! Maybe you’re not as good in bed as you think you are…” she sneered. And then she added, her voice dripping in sarcasm “But wait! After all, you are Yamashita Tomohisa… THE Yamashita Tomohisa… Of course any girl would choose you over any other guy… Who could resist?!”
The lump that had formed in Yamapi’s throat told him that he too wanted to shout but there was something with what Keiko said, and the way she said it, and how she looked while she said it, stopped him. Keiko’s eyes were brimming with tears as she looked at him, the pain evident in her eyes.
And Keiko continued.
“Well, to hell with you! I’m not like those girls! I’m not just one of those girls! I’m Kitagawa Keiko! And I can have any guy I want after I’m done with you!”
Her last words shook Yamapi to his bones. His pride and anger overshadowed by the sudden weird feeling in his chest. “Where are all these coming from?” he asked, his voice considerably lower as he took one step closer to her.
“Don’t come closer!” she warned, one hand extended to put emphasis on what she just said. “Just don’t!”
Yamapi did stop in his heels but he still asked “What’s going on? What happened?”
“I woke up… That was what happened…” Keiko said, looking him in the eyes. “I woke up and I realized that this…” she said, pointing to the two of them, meaning their relationship “is just one big joke.”
“What?” Yamapi exclaimed as he tried to rack his brain for anything he might have done in the past. when he couldn’t come up with something, he asked her “I thought we were okay?!”
“Okay?” Keiko asked, repeating his last word. “How can the two of us be okay? We’re not lovers Yamashita, we’re not even considered as friends… If I had to be blunt, I’d say we were more sex partners than anything else…”
“What? That’s ridiculous!” Yamapi exclaimed, stung by her words and how she termed the two of them.
“Is it?” Keiko asked. “Tell me, what exactly are we?”
Yamapi stopped. They’re not a couple, he’d made it clear from day one that they can’t be. His career would never allow it, and he thought so would hers. And she was right when she said they’re not friends too. After all, people don’t go and have sex with just their friends frequently. Saying that they’re sex partners would be a bit too much though, because there’s more to them than just lust and sex, that he’s sure of.
But before he could come up with a name or description to call their relationship, Keiko had walked away from him.
“You can’t even come up with anything…” she said as she did, her face growing blank with each step she took away from him, her head shaking.
“Kei…” he started in a soft voice, trying to mollify her as he made one step closer.
But before he could do or say anything more than that, Keiko had turned her back on her and said in a clear strong voice “Just get out of here Yamashita… Get the hell out!”
And then she ran into her room and he heard her lock herself in.
A part of him wants to stay there and stand his ground until she explains to her what’s going on but his confusion is getting the better of him, along with the suddenly heavy feeling he has after he heard her words.
-----TBC-----
TITLE: Unpublished Love Song
CHARACTERS: Akanishi Jin, Kiroki Meisa
PAIRING: Jin/Meisa
RATINGS: PG-13?
DISCLAIMER: The only thing i own in this story is the plot...
Summary: The first time it happened, Akanishi Jin didn't really know how it all started...
The first time it happened (although technically speaking, nothing much actually happened), Akanishi Jin didn’t really know how it all started. He didn’t even know at what point in that night at the club did he ‘sense’ that she was there too.
He just found himself on one secluded corner of the bar, pressing against her hot female form, kissing her hotly and almost feverishly, with her hands draped over his shoulders. And really, no one can blame his mind for not functioning at times like these.
After all, what normal guy’s mind would if he’s kissing no one else but Kuroki Meisa?
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The first time he saw her in a place that wasn’t a club was when he met her along the hallway of Ikuta Studios where he had a shoot with his then group, KaT-TUN. She wasn’t alone same way he wasn’t; Kame and Koki were walking right next to him, when they met her. She was with her manager and they were in deep discussion when that happened.
The moment he realized that it was her, his eyes couldn’t help but land on her lips, and remember how delicious and addictive it was when it happened at the bar, although, really, nothing much actually happened. But while he showed signs of recognition, she didn’t.
He was just about to let it go when he saw her smiling at Kame, recognizing the co-star she once had.
And before he knew it, his eyes saw green.
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The second time it happened (and this time, something really did happen), he somehow knew how it all started.
He’d seen her on the dance floor from his spot at the second floor, dancing the night away with some of her girlfriends, and he suddenly found himself being entranced by how her body moves. And the moment he caught sight of her leaving her little group, presumably to head to the powder room, he immediately took action.
But the moment their skins touched when he reached out to stop her by the wrist, Jin was once again lost in those beautiful, fierce eyes. A little while later, he somehow found them at the back of his SUV, kissing each other heatedly as clothes started being removed one by one.
And the last thing Jin could remember thinking was that the sound of Meisa panting, groaning, and moaning against his skin and touch was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever heard in his entire life.
And that there’s no way she wouldn’t recognize him after this.
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The first time he actually got hold of a magazine interview of her, he couldn’t help but grit his teeth.
He wasn’t reading the magazine because of her; he just happened to have come across that particular magazine that featured some of the sexiest models he knew that also just happened to have her interview inside. But it still didn’t change the fact that he was miffed by what he read.
For some reason, the interviewer had asked her if she knew any of the Johnny’s personally (maybe because her best friend, Horikita Maki, had been working with quite a few already) and her reply was “Well, of course there’s Kame(nashi Kazuya)-kun, everyone from Arashi, I’ve met Yamashita (Tomohisa)-kun, and yeah, Yabu (Kota)-kun…”
And while he knew it is but reasonable for her to know these guys (because really, why shouldn’t she when she’d worked with them at one time or the other), he couldn’t help but notice the absence of one notable name, him. And he would have, might have, let it go too if not for the last name mentioned, because, really, Yabu is his kouhai for Christ’s sake!
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“I heard you don’t personally know me…” he whispered in her ear the moment he found (or made, to be more like it) his way behind her at the dance floor in another club once again.
Obviously startled, Meisa looked around and, after seeing who he was, flashed a smile.
“Why? I don’t remember us being introduced…” she said.
Jin’s eyebrow shot up (although it might not have been noticed since part of his face is hidden by the combined efforts of his hair and fedora) at this before he smiled.
“Let me correct that…” he said, extending a hand. “Jin…”
“Meisa…” she smiled, taking the hand he offered.
But Jin didn’t let go of her hand. Instead, he squeezed meaningfully before using it to pull her a lot more closer to him.
“Want to get out of here?” he said as Meisa’s hand landed on his chest.
“What place do you have in mind?” she asked back.
Jin grinned. “Mine…”
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In all honesty, it took Jin quite a lot to not start devouring her the moment they both entered his car in the parking lot. Well, technically speaking, it was Yamapi’s car since he traded cars with his best friend sometime after his and Meisa’s first real ‘encounter’, the memories of what happened at the back of his own car a bit too much for him to handle especially after reading that magazine interview.
But he wasn’t in the mood for chaste back-of-the-car encounters at the moment and so does Meisa, he thinks (and really, he doesn’t have that many friends he can force to change cars with). Besides, his pride pushed him stay put the moment he saw how composed Meisa looked when she settled down next to him.
And that pride helped him stay relaxed, sort of, throughout the whole ride.
The moment they stepped inside his apartment though, that pride and self-control was lost as he pushed her at the back of the door and started ravaging her.
They didn’t make it to his bedroom but they did manage to make it to the sofa.
And before Jin would be completely engulfed in his own senses and her intoxicating scent, he remembered thinking that the sound of his name coming from her lips was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard.
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The first date they had (if you can call it that, and of course, their previous meet ups could not, in any way, be considered a date) was after Jin managed to weasel out of Kame her phone number.
He knew she was stunned when she heard him on the other end of the line, judging by the small gasp that came from her when he mentioned his name.
Inviting her again to his place though, and this time, without going at a club as a prelude, wasn’t as smooth as the first time. She had answered all his invites with a short “Why?” and at one point, during the whole conversation, Jin actually considered the possibility that she really isn’t interested.
But in the end, his own brand of persistence prevailed.
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Jin wasn’t really the domesticated type of guy and thus had no success in doing domesticated types of things with any sort of perfection.
He tried cleaning up in his apartment hours before their agreed day but found himself completely incapable of actually cleaning up (which is why he ended up pushing everything in his now very cluttered closet). He thought of cooking too but after realizing that there’s no real food he actually is capable of making, he settled for take out.
He really shouldn’t have bothered that much too because Meisa didn’t seem to be the type of girl that’s overly bothered by thinks like that, at least he thinks. And he somehow confirmed that when Meisa simply chuckled when she entered his apartment and had a quick glance at the place as she placed the wine she brought with her on the center table.
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“So, tell me, Jin…” she started. They were already by the sink, cleaning up because dinner had just ended and Meisa insisted to help. “What exactly do you call what we’re doing now?”
Jin pretended to think for a bit, although in truth, he was just slightly startled of Meisa opening that topic herself. All throughout dinner, they’ve been chatting and laughing but those topics were really random ones and never did they speak of what they’re doing now.
“Well, we’ve just had dinner and now we’re cleaning up…” he said. “I’d say it’s a successful date…”
“Date? Really?” Meisa echoed in an amusement. “Is that what you had when you suddenly called? To ask me out on a date?”
“Well… Yeah…” Jin said.
“Just that?” Meisa challenged with a mischievous grin and Jin found his ear suddenly feeling hot. It’d be too much to ask, after all, that Meisa wouldn’t notice his numerous ‘accidental’ brushes to her skin.
“And something more…” he ended up admitting as he dropped all the pretense of ‘accidental’ touches as his hands wrapped around her waist, turning her so that he could take her lips.
This time, they manage to get to his bed.
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That ‘date’ was soon followed by another, and then another, all in Jin’s place (because really, while Jin is comfortable with the paparazzi following him around in his escapades, he isn’t comfortable with dragging Meisa’s name with him, especially since he is Jin and she is Meisa - Ryo had already expressed his amusement, amazement and slight displeasure with his sudden disinterest in clubbing). And Jin had actually, eventually, managed to really clean up in his apartment, with the help of course of his slightly confused mother.
He and Meisa would have dinner, or watch movies, and, at one time, even drank. But what’s in common of all the times Meisa spent there was they would always end up next to each other, limbs entangled and tongues locked.
One more thing that those moments would have in common was the fact that Meisa, never, ever stays the night.
When all is said and done and they’ve managed to catch a bit of rest after that grueling ‘exercise’, Meisa would always stand up to get dressed. Jin would always never stop her.
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The first time Jin stopped her was a little over a couple of months since they started the whole set-up.
He had felt her starting to inch away from him to get out of the bed when his hand reached out to hug her waist from the back and pull her closer to him.
“Stay…” he whispered as he nuzzled the back of her neck.
For a few seconds, he could feel her stiffening against him but he didn’t let his hold loose. If anything, he only tightened it more.
After a while, Meisa’s body relaxed and her hands even moved to cover his own draped over her waist. And he couldn’t help but sigh in relief as he felt her moving closer to him in the bed. The fact that they were spooning didn’t even disturb him a bit.
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Sex would still be their most favorite past time but it didn’t take long for Jin to realize that there’s a lot more he loved doing while he’s with Meisa. He liked their small talks, their occasional bickering, and most especially the smell of her when he wakes up in the morning and sees her still next to him.
He also found out that he was a lot more inspired when they’re together, he’d even go as far as taking out his guitar and start strumming.
And that’s exactly what he found himself doing that afternoon with Meisa by his feet, reading her script.
I like the way your eyes glisten
The moment I claim your lips
The sweet taste coming from only you
From any part I kiss…
I love the way it would sound
Whenever you utter my name
And the moment you whispered in my ear
I knew I would never be the sa-…
Jin didn’t get to finish the line that has entered his mind after feeling a pair of eyes looking at him.
“What?” he asked, feeling slightly defensive after seeing the slight amusement in Meisa’s eyes mostly because he, himself, finds the lyrics a bit (or really just plain) too cheesy.
“I didn’t say anything…” Meisa said as she pushed herself to a sitting position, a ghost of a smile still visible in her lips.
Jin snorted. “But you were thinking it…” he pointed out. “Just say it already…” he added, quickly closing his eyes, expecting her to burst into laughter or a string of criticisms.
But when nothing came after a few seconds, he ended up opening his eyes again. And there he saw Meisa smiling, now sitting opposite him.
“Actually, if someone else sang it, it wouldn’t have sounded as cheesy as when it sounded when you did…” she told him plainly. But before Jin could do more than drop his jaws and gape at her, she continued. “But I think it’s sweet… Chances are, it would never get recorded though…”
“Oh really?” Jin challenged, his smile getting naughty as he laid the guitar against the table next to him, when in truth he actually agrees with what she just said. “Why is that?”
“It’s a bit too… Sensual… For the general public…” Meisa shrugged, turning her back to him as she reached out for the script she’d placed down moments ago.
Before she can locate it though, and before she knew it, Jin had moved so that she ended up flat on her back in her surprise with him hovering over her.
“That’s not a problem…” Jin said. “It doesn’t matter if it’s ever recorded anyway… As long as the intended audience gets to hear it over and over and over again…”
“Oh really? Who’s the intended audience?” she managed to gasp as Jin’s hands started feeling her body.
Jin grinned as his head descended to kiss her at the back of her ear. The moment he heard her breathing hitch, he whispered to her ear “You…”
Meisa didn’t get to say her response though because Jin captured her lips immediately. She managed to show him in some other way though as her tongue started mirroring his and her hands locked at the back of his neck to pull him a lot more closer.
Hours and hours later, Jin’s attention went back to his guitar as he attempted to finish the piece while dealing with a very delicious distraction in the form of a blanket-only covered Meisa lying by his feet, reading her script.
-----THE END-----
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