[One-Shot] Are You Psychic? (Part Two)
Are You Psychic? (Prompt #9: 5 times Yabu could guess what a JUMP member was thinking +1 time it was about him)
•Four•
Ryutaro stared at the topless figures of Yuto and Keito standing in front of the huge mirror.
“Ne Keito, why are you so muscular?” asked the thinner of the two. He flexed his arm and patted it. “I’m almost there though! Just a few more days and I’ll be as muscular as you!”
Ryutaro suppressed his laughter. A bit more would be the understatement of the century.
“Ha-h-hai Yuto, a bit more…” Keito answered blankly. Just then, Hikaru entered the room.
“Are? Yuto? Maa~ Your chest looks bigger and more muscular than mine! Have you been working out?” he joked.
Yuto’s eyes widened in appreciation, “You really think so?! Thanks!” He collected his things and dragged Keito with him.
“C’mon! Let’s go brag about my arms!” Yuto said, dragging poor Keito with him.
Ryutaro stood up immediately to follow them, but Yabu grabbed his arm.
“Do you really want to wipe Yuto’s smile off his face?”
Defeated, Ryutaro slumped back in his chair.
•Five•
It’s Friday. Another tiring rehearsal is over, and JUMP dragged their exhausted selves to their dressing rooms. But Hikaru thought otherwise. Energetically, he jumped in front of them and yelled, “I have cake! My mom brought it over during practice!”
Everybody’s faces lit up a bit. Chinen was the first to react. “Yay! Something to look forward to!” he said. They ran to his dressing room. Inoo and Daiki grabbed the plates and forks before joining the rest who stood around the table. Hikaru took the cake out of the box.
“My mother saved me some effort by cutting it herself,” he said. “Daiki, stop harassing Inoo,” he turned to Daiki who tried to poke Inoo with a fork.
“Yeah, stop it Dai-chan,” said Inoo. He flicked the younger’s forehead.
Hikaru set the cake in the middle of the table and they attacked it instantly. Once the dust cleared, one slice was left.
“Whose is that?” Yamada asked, staring at the huge strawberry on top of the slice.
Keito answered, “Yabu-kun’s, I think. He must be with the director,” He dodged his cake from Yuto who tried to take a bite.
Yamada took the slice and stood up, “Ne, I’ll take this to him,” and he ran off.
He stopped in the hallway and stared at the large strawberry. His mouth watered.
“Uwah! I want to eat you, Ichigo-san!” he wished aloud. But he closed his eyes and faced away. “No! This is Yabu-kun’s! Not mine!” He walked to the studio, chanting his mantra under his breath.
“Yabu-kun’s… Not mine… Yabu-kun’s… Not mine…” He kept his eyes closed. He didn’t open them until he bumped into Yabu.
“Yabu-kun!” He opened his eyes, “I brought you your cake. Everyone looked like they had half a mind to eat it--,”
Yamada looked up into Yabu’s eyes. There was silence for a few moments until Yabu spoke up.
“Ii yo. You can have it,” he smiled at Yamada and ruffled his hair before walking away. Yamada watched him walk away with stars in his eyes.
“A-a-arigato!”
•+1 time•
Yuto walked the corridors of the building, dragging his feet noisily. He couldn’t believe that he failed another English test. He’s failed so much that he didn’t want the members to know about this one. Sighing, he continued to prowl the halls.
•Meanwhile in Yabu’s dressing room…•
Yabu wrinkled his forehead that was now gleaming in sweat. He cursed himself as the peeled carrot slipped from his hand. He picked up the vegetable and groaned in exhaustion.
“Right. Again,”
Sheepishly, he inserted the carrot into the slot again. He pressed the third button on the food processor that the cafeteria graciously let him borrow. He hated drinking the weird vegetable juice that the dietician suggested to him. But he wanted to gain weight, I mean, get fat. Badly. Too bad he couldn’t figure out how the hell to make the dumb machine work.
“C’mon, puree for me already!” he shouted at the inanimate object. He had half a mind to kick the damn machine.
“Why. Won’t. You. Make. Me. Some. JUICE?!” He pounded the carrot into the hole with every syllable he pronounced. Suddenly, the carrot got sucked into the machine. In surprise, Yabu removed his hands. The thing started to make noises and vibrated. Finally! he thought. He reached out a hand to the machine.
But suddenly, the machine vibrated violently. It jumped up and down the table, which caused Yabu to shriek and cover his face with his arms. It spewed bits of carrot at him.
“Gyah! Stop!” he exclaimed.
It did. He lowered his hands to his sides and ran over excitedly to the machine. Smiling, he peeked at the beaker. An orange drop emerged from the spout and splashed the container’s empty bottom.
“Why you stupid little--!” He pulled the machine and ran to the window, carrying the processor over his head and screeching like a maniac. He was about to fling the horrendous thing out the window when Yuto passed by. He gaped at his senior with wide eyes.
“N-n-na-nani??” stuttered Yabu, looking from Yuto to the thing in his hand.
“Just don’t tell Hikaru and I’ll help you pass your next English test,” he whispered.
Yuto, surprised that he knew, nodded dumbly and walked away.
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•Four•
Ryutaro stared at the topless figures of Yuto and Keito standing in front of the huge mirror.
“Ne Keito, why are you so muscular?” asked the thinner of the two. He flexed his arm and patted it. “I’m almost there though! Just a few more days and I’ll be as muscular as you!”
Ryutaro suppressed his laughter. A bit more would be the understatement of the century.
“Ha-h-hai Yuto, a bit more…” Keito answered blankly. Just then, Hikaru entered the room.
“Are? Yuto? Maa~ Your chest looks bigger and more muscular than mine! Have you been working out?” he joked.
Yuto’s eyes widened in appreciation, “You really think so?! Thanks!” He collected his things and dragged Keito with him.
“C’mon! Let’s go brag about my arms!” Yuto said, dragging poor Keito with him.
Ryutaro stood up immediately to follow them, but Yabu grabbed his arm.
“Do you really want to wipe Yuto’s smile off his face?”
Defeated, Ryutaro slumped back in his chair.
•Five•
It’s Friday. Another tiring rehearsal is over, and JUMP dragged their exhausted selves to their dressing rooms. But Hikaru thought otherwise. Energetically, he jumped in front of them and yelled, “I have cake! My mom brought it over during practice!”
Everybody’s faces lit up a bit. Chinen was the first to react. “Yay! Something to look forward to!” he said. They ran to his dressing room. Inoo and Daiki grabbed the plates and forks before joining the rest who stood around the table. Hikaru took the cake out of the box.
“My mother saved me some effort by cutting it herself,” he said. “Daiki, stop harassing Inoo,” he turned to Daiki who tried to poke Inoo with a fork.
“Yeah, stop it Dai-chan,” said Inoo. He flicked the younger’s forehead.
Hikaru set the cake in the middle of the table and they attacked it instantly. Once the dust cleared, one slice was left.
“Whose is that?” Yamada asked, staring at the huge strawberry on top of the slice.
Keito answered, “Yabu-kun’s, I think. He must be with the director,” He dodged his cake from Yuto who tried to take a bite.
Yamada took the slice and stood up, “Ne, I’ll take this to him,” and he ran off.
He stopped in the hallway and stared at the large strawberry. His mouth watered.
“Uwah! I want to eat you, Ichigo-san!” he wished aloud. But he closed his eyes and faced away. “No! This is Yabu-kun’s! Not mine!” He walked to the studio, chanting his mantra under his breath.
“Yabu-kun’s… Not mine… Yabu-kun’s… Not mine…” He kept his eyes closed. He didn’t open them until he bumped into Yabu.
“Yabu-kun!” He opened his eyes, “I brought you your cake. Everyone looked like they had half a mind to eat it--,”
Yamada looked up into Yabu’s eyes. There was silence for a few moments until Yabu spoke up.
“Ii yo. You can have it,” he smiled at Yamada and ruffled his hair before walking away. Yamada watched him walk away with stars in his eyes.
“A-a-arigato!”
•+1 time•
Yuto walked the corridors of the building, dragging his feet noisily. He couldn’t believe that he failed another English test. He’s failed so much that he didn’t want the members to know about this one. Sighing, he continued to prowl the halls.
•Meanwhile in Yabu’s dressing room…•
Yabu wrinkled his forehead that was now gleaming in sweat. He cursed himself as the peeled carrot slipped from his hand. He picked up the vegetable and groaned in exhaustion.
“Right. Again,”
Sheepishly, he inserted the carrot into the slot again. He pressed the third button on the food processor that the cafeteria graciously let him borrow. He hated drinking the weird vegetable juice that the dietician suggested to him. But he wanted to gain weight, I mean, get fat. Badly. Too bad he couldn’t figure out how the hell to make the dumb machine work.
“C’mon, puree for me already!” he shouted at the inanimate object. He had half a mind to kick the damn machine.
“Why. Won’t. You. Make. Me. Some. JUICE?!” He pounded the carrot into the hole with every syllable he pronounced. Suddenly, the carrot got sucked into the machine. In surprise, Yabu removed his hands. The thing started to make noises and vibrated. Finally! he thought. He reached out a hand to the machine.
But suddenly, the machine vibrated violently. It jumped up and down the table, which caused Yabu to shriek and cover his face with his arms. It spewed bits of carrot at him.
“Gyah! Stop!” he exclaimed.
It did. He lowered his hands to his sides and ran over excitedly to the machine. Smiling, he peeked at the beaker. An orange drop emerged from the spout and splashed the container’s empty bottom.
“Why you stupid little--!” He pulled the machine and ran to the window, carrying the processor over his head and screeching like a maniac. He was about to fling the horrendous thing out the window when Yuto passed by. He gaped at his senior with wide eyes.
“N-n-na-nani??” stuttered Yabu, looking from Yuto to the thing in his hand.
“Just don’t tell Hikaru and I’ll help you pass your next English test,” he whispered.
Yuto, surprised that he knew, nodded dumbly and walked away.
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