[One-Shot] Drama and Trauma (JunDa)
Title: Drama and Trauma: Ten Minutes in the Life of One Taguchi Junnosuke
Genre: see above XD
Rating: Pg-13? Innuendos, mostly.
Disclaimer: I WISH I owned them, but I also WISH I had a Mokona: neither is true and therefore I’m a sad soul L
Summary: Junno’s don’t something to upset Ueda and he’s not sure what he did wrong… or is he? And who actually knows what’s really going on, anyway? Right when everyone thinks they have Ueda figured, he has to throw them a curve-ball.
A/N: NO idea where this came from… so I’m sorry it’s so random and scrambled XD
Ueda spots him up ahead in the hall and eagerly quickens his step. He’s about to call out to him when someone else beats him to it:
“Guchi-kun! Want to come hang with us for lunch? We leave tonight,” Yokoyama calls, Murakami at his side.
Ueda doesn’t have to see Junno’s face to know he’s smiling brightly, a friendly courtesy, he hopes. “Sure! I didn’t have any plans, no problem.”
Yoko smiles like a little kid but something behind Junno catches his eye. He meets Ueda’s disappointed and jealous gaze and he immediately feels like he’s won- what, he doesn’t know, but he knows victory in all its forms. He winks at Ueda, who glares sabers- because daggers are for wusses- and Yoko smirks and looks back to Junno. “See you around two, then, Guchi-kun!”
“Till then! Have fun at work!” Murakami offers cheerfully.
Junno laughs. “I’ll try. See you later!” he waves and they run off to where their bandmates must be assembling for some photoshoot or meeting. Junno stands a moment longer and hears someone coming up behind him. If anyone were to think his usual smiles were bright, they should see the ones he reserves for Ueda. “Uepi! Good morning!” he sing-songs, and his smile now is pure summer-sunshine and tenderness.
Ueda glares- not sabers or daggers, this time, but a normal glare- and purses his lips in a reverse pout- because real, stoic men like Ueda don’t full-out pout- and walks briskly past his oblivious bandmate--and lover.
“Uepi?” Junno blinks a couple times, bemused.
Ueda doesn’t reply: he just keeps on walking.
Junno’s expression adapts a kicked-puppy-like quality and if he had ears and a tail, they would be flat against his skull and between his legs- respectively, of course- as he trots obediently and obliviously after Ueda. “Uepi, what did I do? Did I forget something? Did I do something wrong?” he tries to remember the last time Ueda showed up grumpy like this… oh, right. It was when Junno forgot to kiss him good morning before leaving for a schedule meeting with their manager. It hadn’t helped that he’d forgotten to start the bath so Ueda could have his morning soak. But he did all that this morning! “Tatchan?” Junno whines questioningly as they walk into the conference-room.
Resolute silence.
“Morning, Uebo, Junno,” Koki greets them first.
“Any slower and you’d be late,” Kame points out but lightly- good: as if a stubborn Ueda wasn’t bad enough, a sore-as-ahem-moody Kame is something worse to fear.
“Morning,” Ueda replies evenly.
“Morning! Kame~ I did something and I don’t know what and Uepi won’t talk to me!”
Kame appraises Ueda in all of a few seconds and seems to decide it’s not ‘lack of sleep’ that’s bothering Ueda. He walks up and sniffs Ueda’s hair- the latter just sat down and doesn’t seem to care, used to this- and smells the fresh lavender shampoo. “What’s up your ass this morning, then?” he asks bluntly.
Ueda replies in a perfectly normal tone, “Nothing.”
“Maybe that’s the problem,” Jin offers from the couch. Koki smacks him over the head.
“Is it?” Kame asks.
“Morning! What’d I miss?” Maru enters and takes his usual seat to one side of Ueda.
“Ueda not getting any,” Jin says. He earns himself another smack.
Maru frowns in confusion.
Junno looks indignant. “But we just--!“
“Junnosuke,” the word is loaded with hidden threats. Exciting ones, but no less terrifying. Ueda’s eyes promise the realization of each and every one of them, should Junno continue his sentence.
Junno gulps. Well, at least Ueda talked to him. “Uepi,” he whines.
Maru quickly analyzes the situation. He also notices that Ueda’s bag, by his right foot, is a little bulkier than usual. He nudges it with a toe. “Taguchi,” he calls.
“Yes?”
“Do you have plans for lunch today?”
Ueda stiffens at Maru’s side.
“Yeah, Yoko and Hina just came up this morning right before I said ‘hi’ to Uepi. They invited me to go with them. Why?”
Kame catches on to Maru’s thoughts and laughs, almost a little incredulously. Since when did Ueda play housewife? Maru smirks and sends Ueda a sympathetic look.
Screw “stoic,” Ueda full-out pouts.
Jin and Koki are lost. “Huh?” they chorus.
“Tatchan, go out and talk to Taguchi for a minute. We’ll wait here for Evil-Manager-san to get here.”
“I don’t-”
“Go.”
Ueda stands and walks out. Junno follows, looking to Maru for direction, completely lost. Maru jerks his chin in the door’s- and Ueda’s- direction. They go to a small, currently unoccupied room next door and the moment Junno closes the door, Ueda drops the “stoic” façade and gives Junno an abandoned-kitty look, all wide eyes and trembling lips and betrayed expression.
“W-w-what did I d-do?” Junno blubbers, ‘horrified’ that he incited such a reaction, even if unknowingly.
Ueda sniffles. The best way to guilt-trip Junno is to make him think you’re crushed. “Y-you d-don’t want to spend t-time with me?” he asks, voice trembling and expression vulnerable.
Junno’s eyes are saucers. “I-I’m sorry! What did I do? Is this about lunch? Did you want to spend lunch with me? I’m sorry, I didn’t realise-”
“After I g-got up especially early to make our bentos, and I m-made s-sure to put all your favourite foods in and…” Ueda breaks off with a ‘sob’.
Junno panics. “I’m sorry!” he hurries over to Ueda, arms open and ready to embrace but Ueda turns away.
Ueda sniffles, “I-It’s fine. I’ll just give it to Jin… he’ll eat anything…”
Junno gasps, his jaw dropping in ‘mortification’. “Uepi! Don’t give it to him! I’ll eat it! I’ll tell Yoko and Hina I’ll meet up with them next time they’re in Tokyo, a day you’re busy! I want to eat your special home-made cooking!” he hugs Ueda and Ueda sniffles and hiccups again.
“O-okay,” he says ‘meekly’ and hugs Junno back.
There’s a pause, a brief respite.
“And…cut!” Junno removes his head from Ueda’s shoulder and kisses him, smiling as one does after a hard day’s work. “You’ve been working on your stutter,” he notes cheerfully. “It sounds a lot more natural now.”
Ueda chuckles. “And you’ve been practicing that kicked-puppy look in the mirror: don’t think I haven’t caught you at it!”
Junno laughs outright. “I have to practice a lot! I don’t have your natural knack for acting: I have to work at it!”
Ueda kisses him again. “It’s only fair: I have to work harder at everything else.”
A perverted smirk sneaks its way onto Junno’s expression. “Really? Well I’ll gladly help you with some of that ‘everything,’” he murmurs, kissing Ueda’s neck.
“Oh good! I need a moving target to practice my right-straight,” Ueda smiles angelically and claps his hands happily.
Junno’s face pales. “N-Not that! I meant- well, I mean…”
Ueda shuts him up with a peck on the lips and a playful smile. “I know. Now! We’d better get back. Ah, I feel all refreshed now,” he stretches out his arms and sighs contentedly. He disentangles himself from Junno’s arms and strides over to the door, opening it to one figure he expected, and one he didn’t, quite so much. “Oh, hello Nishikido-kun.”
Ryo’s eyes are wide, his mouth agape in awe. Then he realizes the fact and his expression turn to snarky criticism. “You know, if I tried to tell any other member of NEWS about what I just heard, they would never believe me.”
Ueda smirks and it’s very secretive, and very gloating. “Kei-chan would,” he says, and there’s something about his tone that sends shivers down Ryo’s spine.
Jin, the other figure who was standing not so shocked, nor very fazed but rather amused, finally seems a little confused. “’Kei-chan’? I didn’t realize you were on nickname basis with Koyama-kun.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me and Kei-chan,” Ueda says lightly, almost flippantly, as if he were remarking the weather.
“Uepi?” it’s Junno who pipes up this time. “What do you mean, Uepi? I thought you always loved me? Have you been cheating on me? Uepi…” he comes up behind Ueda and wraps his arms around him possessively.
Ueda turns to Junno and his smile is still secretive, but there’s a sincerity- and bluntness- in his expression that makes Junno believe every word when he states, “I have always loved you. I’ve only every really cared about you, Junno. But you weren’t always mine, you see, and sometimes a guy needs a bed-warmer.”
Three scandalized faces’ mouths shape into three perfect “O”s. Three shocked pairs of eyes go so wide you could size them up to a golf ball. Ueda laughs- a very sinister and satisfied sound- and strides off next door to KAT-TUN’s conference room from out of Junno’s lax arms. “Don’t forget to call Yokoyama and Murakami to cancel lunch today, Junno,” he calls over his shoulder.
A strangled noise is all that responds.
Ryo shudders. “Too much information,” he states. “Jin, I pity you, dude, but I’m outta here: I don’t wanna be anywhere near that satanic princess of yours.”
“I don’t… really think I want to be, either,” Jin says weakly.
Junno whimpers, still staring off at the now-closed door Ueda just entered. Then he runs to it to desperately seek solace and hopefully distraction in the arms of his shocking lover.
…Right after he manages to accept the fact that maybe the reason why Ueda seems to creative in bed is because he’s had so much practice with another tall uke… he shudders, whimpers again and contemplates how he’ll get Ueda to kiss him senseless enough to obliterate those thoughts.