Multilingual
Title: Multilingual
Author: heavenlyjuliet
Pairing/Character: Arashi / Beast
Rating: G
Summary: Beast gets lost while working in Japan...
Author's Notes: I think I'm a pretty not-so-great-probably-needs-more-practice-(but-it-still-probably-won't-help-that-much) writer.
I know amazing Arashi authors and I know one really amazing Beast author. Nevertheless, I'm actually posting something I've been wanting for a while, but none of them have written (yet). I guess this is my way of sating myself until then.
Taken from himitsuowl's prompt on kitsuneyujji's prompt request entry. (Gah... I feel so pathetic... OTL)
“Yoon Doojoon. Why are you such… a guy?”
Yoseob's scowl gave the one Junhyung wore on his face a run for its money. Doojoon huffed and continued to ignore the two younger men on either side of him, essentially keeping him in a walking Sandwich of Gloom.
“That’s the fourth time I’ve seen that poster, Joon,” Junhyung poked at the seemingly offending piece of paper; advertising something bright, sparkly, and in a language completely not their own.
Doojoon consulted the directions hastily texted to him by their manager, not for the first time (or tenth) in the last 2 hours. “Fourth floor, third building… ZIP… something… of all the times for a phone to lose reception,”
He wasn't about to lose face to two people who wouldn't forget their own shortcomings, and much less their leader's.
“Directions… why is it so hard for you just to ask someone for directions?” Yoseob’s voice pitched indignantly.
“He only knows how to charm people into helping him in Korean,” the rapper grumbled, poking at the poster. “I swear, Joon, if I miss out on spending time with Hara because we’re late for filming, I’m going to…”
“Um… are you guys lost?”
The three young men spun toward the hesitant voice that crept up behind them.
“You should stop going out with Aiba so much, Sho-chan. His ‘lost puppy’ senses are rubbing off on you,”
Doojoon, Yoseob, and Junhyung exchanged a quiet glance at each other, completely unsure of the exchange between the two slightly older, Japanese men.
The one who got their attention held his suit jacket in his arms and looked like he just got out of a meeting with a Prime Minister. He sighed and rolled his eyes at the shorter man to his right, who wore a baseball hat and an amused grin.
Doojoon cleared his throat and attempted in English. “Uh… Do… you…? Uh. Speak Korean?” Doojoon said hopefully.
He resisted all temptation to hit a snickering Junhyung and did his best to ignore Yoseob’s eye rolls.
The Prime Minister’s Aide-looking man looked thoughtful and gave a small nod. “A little?” he replied in heavily accented Korean. “Any Japanese?” he added, in English and just as hopefully.
Doojoon took a moment to notice the way the man wearing the baseball hat snickers mirrored Junhyung’s. The little noise somehow spoke of extreme fondness and also questioned a friend’s common sense.
Doojoon also pretended the two didn't exchange a quiet look as if they too realized they shared similar sentiments for their bandmates
Intentionally giving Yoseob a discreet shove with his shoulders to quiet his exasperated sigh, Doojoon took a step forward and showed name of the Japanese news show his manager had attached to his text message.
“Where… uh, show?” Doojoon tried again in English.
“Prime Minister’s Aide” stared at the name and gave a small nod. “It is… uh, in the fourth building outside,” he replied in the same language, gesturing the number four and pointing toward the elevator. “You go out… and, uh, left on small path,”
The older man made a series of hand gestures that probably meant “outside” “path” and “left” but mostly would’ve made even experienced baseball players confused. The man next to him didn’t even bother hiding his amusement.
"Nino, stop laughing at me," the suited man said, frowning half-seriously.
Doojoon’s heart sank; as all he seemed to get out of that was they were definitely not in the right place.
Yosoeb turned from quiet sighs to slightly louder, frustrated groans. Junhyung at least had the decency to pinch the youngest of their trio on his elbow in Doojoon’s defense, even if he did use his free hand to flick Doojoon.
“Well?” the rapper asked.
“We’re probably need to go outside or something,” Doojoon replied, comfortable in his native language.
He turned again to the helpful older man and gestured with his left and right hand. “We go… this way…? Or… that way?” he asked, back in his awkward English.
“Or, we can just take you there if you like?” a sleepy voice lulled from down the hallway, in accented Korean.
The two other Japanese men mirrored the trio’s owlish blinks as a third-- very tanned, very lethargic looking--man joined them. The formerly snickering man with the baseball hat continued to stare as the newcomer leaned against his shoulder and smiled at the trio.
“Would you like us to take you there? It’s not very far and you actually have plenty of time before filming starts,” the tanned newcomer smiled and pressed the call button for the elevator. "The show you're on is probably still preparing,"
Prime Minister’s Aide seemed to finally regain control of his voice. “When in the hell did you learn how to speak Korean?” he squeaked in Japanese.
The Newcomer yawned and took a step into the elevator, gesturing everyone in as he held the door. “You guys joked around so much about me speaking Korean, I figured I’d actually learn it,” he replied as they all entered, wearing various looks of confusion speckled with varying looks amusement or relief.
“I’m Ohno, by the way,” nodding toward Doojoon. The younger man returned his nod.
"Doojoon, and thank you," he replied in Korean, and again in Japanese. Ohno gave him a warm smile.
“And I thought Sho-chan was supposed to be our multilinguist,” Nino replied, wrapping his arms around the tanned older man. “Leader is so talented,” he grinned and nuzzled Ohno’s neck.
Yoseob nudged Doojoon with his elbow, feeling a lot more relieved that he wasn’t going to be stranded in the middle of an unfamiliar studio and in a totally unknown country.
“Now that’s a Leader I can rely on,” the singer snickered, but wrapped his arm around Doojoon’s affectionately to soften the tease. The elevator doors opened and the group stepped out into the brightly lit lobby.
Ohno looked around, paused, then glanced back dramatically at his suited band mate. His face wore a look of dire confusion.
“… Hey, Sho-chan? Doesn’t NHK only have three buildings?”
Sho Sakurai pinched the bridge of his nose as baseball hat wearing Ninomiya patted his Leader’s butt affectionately, like you would a child’s head.
Just behind them, Doojoon didn’t hold back the irritated flick on Yoseob’s shoulder when the younger man mumbled (Never mind. That face right there is the kind of leader I’m already familiar with…) as Junhyung started furiously texting apologizes and reschedules to his girlfriend.