NEWS VS KAT-TUN
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Taguchi had to stuff his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing, as he trailed behind Jin, who looked rather pretty in his Sailor Mars costume. The original sailor moon costume that Ueda had worn was much too small for Jin, and so the bemused stylist had given Jin the biggest sailor suit available.
He’d wondered why the jimusho even had girls clothing in stock, but had pushed the though aside when he’d stepped out of the changing room and was met with snorts and chuckles from both Kamenashi and Koki and all out raucous laughter from Ueda.
As he stomped down the hall Jin glared ahead, silently vowing to get Ueda back. Whatever he’d end up doing, he knew it would leave a lasting impression.
Tegoshi for one didn’t seem at all uncomfortable in his tight princess gown, the hem lightly falling past his thighs, and he was a bit unsteady on his feet in the high-heeled sparkly silver shoes so he held onto Koyama for support.
His group members didn’t comment on his ensemble. Ryo only staring him up and down, before muttering about a blindfold he’d need in order to keep Jin’s naked form from permanently scaring his retina.
Tegoshi preened happily, as he held tightly to Koyama’s arm and continued his walk to the stage. Jin wasn’t going to know what hit him.
Back onstage, the ten boys were happily chatting about mundane topics ranging from cleaning their room to what they’d eaten for lunch that day.
“My mom made me onigiri” Yuto explained, “With fatty tu -“ He broke off when he caught sight of Jin.
Tegoshi followed on stage soon after.
The hall erupted in squeals, Yamapi idly wondered if there would be any bloody noses in the audience, as Tegoshi skirted up to Yabu and gave him a flirtatious wink and bright kiss to the cheek.
Jin stared at the younger man in shock, where the hell had that come from?
“Ko-chan kakkoi,” Tegoshi declared.
Jin bit back a curse, before marching right up to his best friend and planting a big kiss on his cheek.
Yamapi glared at Jin, before shuffling away and pushing Shige to his side as a shield.
If there weren’t any girls with bloody noses before, there certainly were now.
“Wow, our senpai are so pretty!” Yamada declared, staring at Tegoshi’s fluffy dress rather enviously.
Yabu couldn’t find words, and simply stared, slack-jawed in shock.
“Uhmm, shall we bring in our contestants?” Hikaru suggested.
“Please, before I die of secondhand embarrassment,” Inoo said, shaking his head as Jin carefully tread back to his side of the stage, still rather wobbly in his pair of red heels.
Masuda and Nakamaru were led back onto the stage, both perspiring profusely.
“Looks like you guys had a fun time,” Ryuutaro said, hiding a smirk.
Nakamaru willed himself not to glare at the younger boy, while Masuda was much to tired to care.
After having made the huge line, they’d had to practically sprint to the car in order to get away from the crazed fans that hadn’t had a chance to exchange information with them.
“So, who’s the winner?” Ryo asked.
“Well, right after Nakamaru-kun and Masuda-kun got into the car our staff started making tallies of the contacts,” Daiki explained.
“Yeah, okay, but who won?” Ueda asked impatiently.
“We’re waiting for the results,” Keito said.
Ryo and Ueda glared at the 17 year old. Keito visibly shrunk beneath the two heavy gazes, very glad to be well away from either man’s grabby hands.
Seconds later a small junior hurried onto the stage and handed Yabu a large golden envelope, before scurrying right back off stage.
All eyes turned to the leader of JUMP, he gingerly slit the envelope open, before carefully taking it out.
Yuto and Chinen leaned over Yabu’s shoulder to stare at the results. “Sugoi!” the three boys cried in unison.
“What is it?” Ryo asked.
“Who got more?” Ueda demanded.
“They got over one thousand numbers,” Yabu explained sounding rather awed.
The audience clapped enthusiastically.
“Yeah, but who got more?” Tegoshi asked.
Yabu paused, obviously he didn’t want the job of announcing the winner, and instead passed the paper to Chinen and Yuto.
The two boys blinked, before shrugging and reading the paper.
“Nakamaru Yuicchi : 579, Masuda Takahisa: 584”
Absolute silence greeted the statement. It was well over a minute that the groups managed to get over their shock.
“YES!” Ryo crowed.
“WE WON!” Tegoshi yelled, jumping up and down.
Masuda was dumbfounded, he’d won. He’d actually won.
“Which means,” Hikaru began.
“NEWS WINS!” the ten boys yelled together.
The audience screeched, some yelling ‘Yatta!’ others cursing rather loudly. KAT-TUN fans could be rather loud.
Ueda glared stonily at Ryo, who was busy dancing with Tegoshi and Koyama.
Jin’s pout couldn’t have gotten any bigger, while Koki and Kamenashi simply sighed n defeat.
Nakamaru fell to his knees, a downcast expression on his face.
“Since NEWS won this final competition, it will be added to their tally,” Yamada said, pointing to the lit screen, where the prompter showed the general score now.
“And the winner is…” Yamada trailed off.
“NEWS!” the six members of NEWS cried in unison, as an instrumental of ‘weeeek’ started playing in the background.
“WE DID IT!!” Koyama cried happily, looking as though he might just cry in happiness.
Ryo and Tegoshi shared a high-five, while Yamapi grinned as widely as possible, surprising his kohai with the odd emotion of happiness playing across his face.
“I knew our member-ai would pull us through,” Koyama said, throwing his arms around Yamapi, Shige and Masuda, who were within reach. Tegoshi promptly dragged Ryo into the group hug.
The huge ball of limbs satisfied the fans, even those who’d have rathered that a NEWS member choke on something in order for KAT-TUN to win.
Fighting his way out of the ‘circle of love’ Ryo walked right up to Ueda, “well how d’you like that, fish lips?”
The only thing keeping Ryo’s face from colliding with Ueda’s fist was the combined weight of Koki and Kamenashi, who had promptly fallen to hugging the older man until he was left gasping for air.
The audience cooed in delight.
“It’s okay, Nakamaru-kun,” Taguchi said, patting Nakamaru on the head.
“We put up a good fight, and managed to keep it interesting to the very end.”
“But we lost,” Nakamaru wibbled.
Taguchi shrugged, “we might have lost this battle, but just you wait, once I get Koyama and Shige over to play, we’ll go multi-player on their asses and show them how it’s done!”
Nakamaru had to stifle a laugh, as he got to his feet and decidedly gave Taguchi a warm hug. Taguchi gave him an awkward pat on the back, before leaning down towards Nakamaru’s face.
Nakamaru could feel his face heat up, Taguchi wasn’t doing this again, was he? After that first caress to the neck all those weeks ago, Nakamaru didn’t think he’d be able to hold back from holding the younger man tightly in has arms.
“Ne, Nakamaru, can I have my shoes back?” He whispered into Nakamaru’s ear, hot breath sending a shiver down his spine. “Jin’s shoes kind of smell, and I don’t want any athlete’s foot.”
“Oi, you too better not be whispering sweet nothing’s in eachother’s ears,” Jin called over to them.
Taguchi cocked his head to one side, “Am I supposed to?”
Rather than answering Koki and Kamenashi herded him off the stage, with Jin and Ueda trailing behind, blindly ignoring the shrill screams of encouragement from the fans.
Dancing off the stage, Ryo and Tegoshi could hardly contain their glee.
“We did it, we did it, we did it,” they chanted, rather loudly. It was almost infectious as the whole of the group ended up happily singing in time to the beat of ‘weeeek’ that could still be heard from the stage, where B.A.D. was showing off their own rendition of the song.
* * *
“What d’you mean you’re prettier! We didn’t even get a vote!” Jin pouted.
Tegoshi shrugged, “fine then, Yabu-kun!” he called.
Yabu started over, rather wearily.
“Ne, Yabu-kun, who makes a better girl?” Tegoshi asked.
Yabu stared at the two dumbfounded. While Jin smirked, of all the people Tegoshi could have asked, Jin couldn’t have picked a better one himself. After all Yabu was like the little brother he’d never had.
“Tegoshi-kun, definitely,” Daiki said with a nod, before wandering off again.
“Hey, we weren’t asking you!” Jin called after him.
“I’ll just go with Dai-chan,” Yabu said, before scurrying after his groupmate.
“Told you you’d lose,” Tegoshi said with a devilish smile. “Time to strip and streak.”
Jin dearly wished the ground would simply swallow him up.
“I’ll take the sailor suit,” Tegoshi said, holding out his hand.
Jin silently cursed the boy, sure that he was honestly devil spawn, but stripped the costume off nonetheless.
“Now straight through the jimusho,” Tegoshi said with a smile.
“I hate you so much.”
Tegoshi’s grin only grew.
Jin turned to stroll down the hall, but let out a yelp when he felt a sharp sting on his butt, he turned to see Tegoshi giggling insanely as he wound up the suit to again flick him. Jin let out a growl, before he let out a high pitched yelp as Tegoshi happily flicked him again. He took off running, gingerly rubbing at his butt trying to soothe the pain.
Ueda laughed into his hands, as Jin sailed by, still awkwardly rubbing is bottom. He glared at the boxer, muttering mutinously under his breathe, before doubling back with an impish grin. Oh Ueda was certainly going to pay.
Jin ran at the tall red-head, and Ueda yelped, “Don’t you dare touch me!”
Grinning Jin stood not even a foot away from Ueda, arms flailing and a few other body parts precariously dangling much too close to Ueda for comfort. “I’m not touching you!” Jin sang, inching closer.
Ueda retreated quickly, “Asshole, get that thing away from me!”
“Uepi! I LOVE YOU!” Jin cried, charging at Ueda.
Ueda had little choice but to stumble backwards, and promptly trip over a broom that had somehow been left haphazardly on the ground.
“Oh, Uepi, I knew you’d fall for me eventually,” Jin said with a wink, before walking off and somehow sealing Ueda into darkness.
It took a moment for him to adjust to the new lighting, but within moments he’d figured out where he was - a supply closet.
“Asshole!” Ueda muttered angrily, before getting to his feet and reaching for the knob, only to find it locked.
Jin meanwhile was painstakingly searching out his new victim.
Ryo tiredly walked out of the dressing room, bag slung over his shoulder he made his way to the nearest exit.
“RYO!” Jin screeched.
“MY EYES!!” Ryo cried, shielding his eyes from seeing anymore of Jin than he’d already seen. “You selfish ass! Couldn’t you have at least waited until I left?”
“But Ryo, Tegoshi hit me!” Jin whined, coming closer.
“Get any closer and I’ll lock you in a closet, damnit!” Ryo warned as inched away.
“But,” Jin began.
“No but’s asshole, I’m going home, and you…just, I don’t know go…”
Within seconds Ryo felt warm arms encircle him, “What the -“
Jin smirked, “Ryo-chan, why are you fighting me so much?”
“Get off of me, I don’t want to feel,” Ryo’s eyed widened as he felt something foreign hit his left leg. It couldn’t be, Jin wouldn’t dare. “OH MY GOD! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!” he shrieked, dumbly fighting his way out of Jin’s grasp and headlong into a newly opened closet, he landed on a warm body that smelled oddly of cinnamon.
The door swung shut seconds later.
“You idiot,” Ueda said coldly/
“Fish lips?” Ryo asked, confusedly.
“Can you get off me? You’re not exactly a lightweight,” Ueda said, squirming.
Ryo scrambled off, and immediately set to trying the door.
“It’s locked.”
Ryo reached for his cell phone, and found it was gone.
“Bakanishi seemed to have thought this one through,” Ueda said, from his spot in the corner.
Ryo cursed, and turned his fist to the door and started slamming.
“If you wreck it, you’re paying for it, not me,” Ueda warned.
“Whatever, so long as I get out of here,” Ryo replied, banging on the door.
“Just chill, I’m sure one of your members will come looking for you,” Ueda said calmly, before turning a nose to stare at a few cracks on the wall.
Ryo paused, the guy was talking sense, he highly doubted Koyama would leave before bidding him good-night, and if he didn’t answer any of his texts he was positive Yamapi and Shige would come looking for him. Not to mention the fact that he owed Masuda a dinner of the world’s best gyoza the guy wasn’t likely to forget that.
With a heavy sigh he slid down to sit.
“Any ideas on how to get him back?” Ryo asked instead.
“Oh, I’ve got a few, one of them is making sure he doesn’t get laid for a year, and the other well…let’s just say he won’t be able to sleep for at least a month, I can guarantee you that,” Ueda replied.
Ryo grinned crookedly, “count me in.”
Jin wouldn’t know what was coming
Fin~
A/N: Alright guys, that’s it. It’s finally finished, I seriously can’t believe I actually finished. I started the fic over a year ago, and I’m still kinda awed that I managed to complete it.
I’d really like to thank all of you, I know there are quite a few faithful readers who kept up with the fic and were able to put up with me and my rather scattered updates, weird comments, and my horrid self-edit attempts. So thank you all, for sticking with me to the end. You have no idea how much I appreciate you all.
Hopefully I’ll be able to write you all a few other fics in the near future.
Thank you ♥ ♥
Taguchi had to stuff his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing, as he trailed behind Jin, who looked rather pretty in his Sailor Mars costume. The original sailor moon costume that Ueda had worn was much too small for Jin, and so the bemused stylist had given Jin the biggest sailor suit available.
He’d wondered why the jimusho even had girls clothing in stock, but had pushed the though aside when he’d stepped out of the changing room and was met with snorts and chuckles from both Kamenashi and Koki and all out raucous laughter from Ueda.
As he stomped down the hall Jin glared ahead, silently vowing to get Ueda back. Whatever he’d end up doing, he knew it would leave a lasting impression.
Tegoshi for one didn’t seem at all uncomfortable in his tight princess gown, the hem lightly falling past his thighs, and he was a bit unsteady on his feet in the high-heeled sparkly silver shoes so he held onto Koyama for support.
His group members didn’t comment on his ensemble. Ryo only staring him up and down, before muttering about a blindfold he’d need in order to keep Jin’s naked form from permanently scaring his retina.
Tegoshi preened happily, as he held tightly to Koyama’s arm and continued his walk to the stage. Jin wasn’t going to know what hit him.
Back onstage, the ten boys were happily chatting about mundane topics ranging from cleaning their room to what they’d eaten for lunch that day.
“My mom made me onigiri” Yuto explained, “With fatty tu -“ He broke off when he caught sight of Jin.
Tegoshi followed on stage soon after.
The hall erupted in squeals, Yamapi idly wondered if there would be any bloody noses in the audience, as Tegoshi skirted up to Yabu and gave him a flirtatious wink and bright kiss to the cheek.
Jin stared at the younger man in shock, where the hell had that come from?
“Ko-chan kakkoi,” Tegoshi declared.
Jin bit back a curse, before marching right up to his best friend and planting a big kiss on his cheek.
Yamapi glared at Jin, before shuffling away and pushing Shige to his side as a shield.
If there weren’t any girls with bloody noses before, there certainly were now.
“Wow, our senpai are so pretty!” Yamada declared, staring at Tegoshi’s fluffy dress rather enviously.
Yabu couldn’t find words, and simply stared, slack-jawed in shock.
“Uhmm, shall we bring in our contestants?” Hikaru suggested.
“Please, before I die of secondhand embarrassment,” Inoo said, shaking his head as Jin carefully tread back to his side of the stage, still rather wobbly in his pair of red heels.
Masuda and Nakamaru were led back onto the stage, both perspiring profusely.
“Looks like you guys had a fun time,” Ryuutaro said, hiding a smirk.
Nakamaru willed himself not to glare at the younger boy, while Masuda was much to tired to care.
After having made the huge line, they’d had to practically sprint to the car in order to get away from the crazed fans that hadn’t had a chance to exchange information with them.
“So, who’s the winner?” Ryo asked.
“Well, right after Nakamaru-kun and Masuda-kun got into the car our staff started making tallies of the contacts,” Daiki explained.
“Yeah, okay, but who won?” Ueda asked impatiently.
“We’re waiting for the results,” Keito said.
Ryo and Ueda glared at the 17 year old. Keito visibly shrunk beneath the two heavy gazes, very glad to be well away from either man’s grabby hands.
Seconds later a small junior hurried onto the stage and handed Yabu a large golden envelope, before scurrying right back off stage.
All eyes turned to the leader of JUMP, he gingerly slit the envelope open, before carefully taking it out.
Yuto and Chinen leaned over Yabu’s shoulder to stare at the results. “Sugoi!” the three boys cried in unison.
“What is it?” Ryo asked.
“Who got more?” Ueda demanded.
“They got over one thousand numbers,” Yabu explained sounding rather awed.
The audience clapped enthusiastically.
“Yeah, but who got more?” Tegoshi asked.
Yabu paused, obviously he didn’t want the job of announcing the winner, and instead passed the paper to Chinen and Yuto.
The two boys blinked, before shrugging and reading the paper.
“Nakamaru Yuicchi : 579, Masuda Takahisa: 584”
Absolute silence greeted the statement. It was well over a minute that the groups managed to get over their shock.
“YES!” Ryo crowed.
“WE WON!” Tegoshi yelled, jumping up and down.
Masuda was dumbfounded, he’d won. He’d actually won.
“Which means,” Hikaru began.
“NEWS WINS!” the ten boys yelled together.
The audience screeched, some yelling ‘Yatta!’ others cursing rather loudly. KAT-TUN fans could be rather loud.
Ueda glared stonily at Ryo, who was busy dancing with Tegoshi and Koyama.
Jin’s pout couldn’t have gotten any bigger, while Koki and Kamenashi simply sighed n defeat.
Nakamaru fell to his knees, a downcast expression on his face.
“Since NEWS won this final competition, it will be added to their tally,” Yamada said, pointing to the lit screen, where the prompter showed the general score now.
“And the winner is…” Yamada trailed off.
“NEWS!” the six members of NEWS cried in unison, as an instrumental of ‘weeeek’ started playing in the background.
“WE DID IT!!” Koyama cried happily, looking as though he might just cry in happiness.
Ryo and Tegoshi shared a high-five, while Yamapi grinned as widely as possible, surprising his kohai with the odd emotion of happiness playing across his face.
“I knew our member-ai would pull us through,” Koyama said, throwing his arms around Yamapi, Shige and Masuda, who were within reach. Tegoshi promptly dragged Ryo into the group hug.
The huge ball of limbs satisfied the fans, even those who’d have rathered that a NEWS member choke on something in order for KAT-TUN to win.
Fighting his way out of the ‘circle of love’ Ryo walked right up to Ueda, “well how d’you like that, fish lips?”
The only thing keeping Ryo’s face from colliding with Ueda’s fist was the combined weight of Koki and Kamenashi, who had promptly fallen to hugging the older man until he was left gasping for air.
The audience cooed in delight.
“It’s okay, Nakamaru-kun,” Taguchi said, patting Nakamaru on the head.
“We put up a good fight, and managed to keep it interesting to the very end.”
“But we lost,” Nakamaru wibbled.
Taguchi shrugged, “we might have lost this battle, but just you wait, once I get Koyama and Shige over to play, we’ll go multi-player on their asses and show them how it’s done!”
Nakamaru had to stifle a laugh, as he got to his feet and decidedly gave Taguchi a warm hug. Taguchi gave him an awkward pat on the back, before leaning down towards Nakamaru’s face.
Nakamaru could feel his face heat up, Taguchi wasn’t doing this again, was he? After that first caress to the neck all those weeks ago, Nakamaru didn’t think he’d be able to hold back from holding the younger man tightly in has arms.
“Ne, Nakamaru, can I have my shoes back?” He whispered into Nakamaru’s ear, hot breath sending a shiver down his spine. “Jin’s shoes kind of smell, and I don’t want any athlete’s foot.”
“Oi, you too better not be whispering sweet nothing’s in eachother’s ears,” Jin called over to them.
Taguchi cocked his head to one side, “Am I supposed to?”
Rather than answering Koki and Kamenashi herded him off the stage, with Jin and Ueda trailing behind, blindly ignoring the shrill screams of encouragement from the fans.
Dancing off the stage, Ryo and Tegoshi could hardly contain their glee.
“We did it, we did it, we did it,” they chanted, rather loudly. It was almost infectious as the whole of the group ended up happily singing in time to the beat of ‘weeeek’ that could still be heard from the stage, where B.A.D. was showing off their own rendition of the song.
* * *
“What d’you mean you’re prettier! We didn’t even get a vote!” Jin pouted.
Tegoshi shrugged, “fine then, Yabu-kun!” he called.
Yabu started over, rather wearily.
“Ne, Yabu-kun, who makes a better girl?” Tegoshi asked.
Yabu stared at the two dumbfounded. While Jin smirked, of all the people Tegoshi could have asked, Jin couldn’t have picked a better one himself. After all Yabu was like the little brother he’d never had.
“Tegoshi-kun, definitely,” Daiki said with a nod, before wandering off again.
“Hey, we weren’t asking you!” Jin called after him.
“I’ll just go with Dai-chan,” Yabu said, before scurrying after his groupmate.
“Told you you’d lose,” Tegoshi said with a devilish smile. “Time to strip and streak.”
Jin dearly wished the ground would simply swallow him up.
“I’ll take the sailor suit,” Tegoshi said, holding out his hand.
Jin silently cursed the boy, sure that he was honestly devil spawn, but stripped the costume off nonetheless.
“Now straight through the jimusho,” Tegoshi said with a smile.
“I hate you so much.”
Tegoshi’s grin only grew.
Jin turned to stroll down the hall, but let out a yelp when he felt a sharp sting on his butt, he turned to see Tegoshi giggling insanely as he wound up the suit to again flick him. Jin let out a growl, before he let out a high pitched yelp as Tegoshi happily flicked him again. He took off running, gingerly rubbing at his butt trying to soothe the pain.
Ueda laughed into his hands, as Jin sailed by, still awkwardly rubbing is bottom. He glared at the boxer, muttering mutinously under his breathe, before doubling back with an impish grin. Oh Ueda was certainly going to pay.
Jin ran at the tall red-head, and Ueda yelped, “Don’t you dare touch me!”
Grinning Jin stood not even a foot away from Ueda, arms flailing and a few other body parts precariously dangling much too close to Ueda for comfort. “I’m not touching you!” Jin sang, inching closer.
Ueda retreated quickly, “Asshole, get that thing away from me!”
“Uepi! I LOVE YOU!” Jin cried, charging at Ueda.
Ueda had little choice but to stumble backwards, and promptly trip over a broom that had somehow been left haphazardly on the ground.
“Oh, Uepi, I knew you’d fall for me eventually,” Jin said with a wink, before walking off and somehow sealing Ueda into darkness.
It took a moment for him to adjust to the new lighting, but within moments he’d figured out where he was - a supply closet.
“Asshole!” Ueda muttered angrily, before getting to his feet and reaching for the knob, only to find it locked.
Jin meanwhile was painstakingly searching out his new victim.
Ryo tiredly walked out of the dressing room, bag slung over his shoulder he made his way to the nearest exit.
“RYO!” Jin screeched.
“MY EYES!!” Ryo cried, shielding his eyes from seeing anymore of Jin than he’d already seen. “You selfish ass! Couldn’t you have at least waited until I left?”
“But Ryo, Tegoshi hit me!” Jin whined, coming closer.
“Get any closer and I’ll lock you in a closet, damnit!” Ryo warned as inched away.
“But,” Jin began.
“No but’s asshole, I’m going home, and you…just, I don’t know go…”
Within seconds Ryo felt warm arms encircle him, “What the -“
Jin smirked, “Ryo-chan, why are you fighting me so much?”
“Get off of me, I don’t want to feel,” Ryo’s eyed widened as he felt something foreign hit his left leg. It couldn’t be, Jin wouldn’t dare. “OH MY GOD! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!” he shrieked, dumbly fighting his way out of Jin’s grasp and headlong into a newly opened closet, he landed on a warm body that smelled oddly of cinnamon.
The door swung shut seconds later.
“You idiot,” Ueda said coldly/
“Fish lips?” Ryo asked, confusedly.
“Can you get off me? You’re not exactly a lightweight,” Ueda said, squirming.
Ryo scrambled off, and immediately set to trying the door.
“It’s locked.”
Ryo reached for his cell phone, and found it was gone.
“Bakanishi seemed to have thought this one through,” Ueda said, from his spot in the corner.
Ryo cursed, and turned his fist to the door and started slamming.
“If you wreck it, you’re paying for it, not me,” Ueda warned.
“Whatever, so long as I get out of here,” Ryo replied, banging on the door.
“Just chill, I’m sure one of your members will come looking for you,” Ueda said calmly, before turning a nose to stare at a few cracks on the wall.
Ryo paused, the guy was talking sense, he highly doubted Koyama would leave before bidding him good-night, and if he didn’t answer any of his texts he was positive Yamapi and Shige would come looking for him. Not to mention the fact that he owed Masuda a dinner of the world’s best gyoza the guy wasn’t likely to forget that.
With a heavy sigh he slid down to sit.
“Any ideas on how to get him back?” Ryo asked instead.
“Oh, I’ve got a few, one of them is making sure he doesn’t get laid for a year, and the other well…let’s just say he won’t be able to sleep for at least a month, I can guarantee you that,” Ueda replied.
Ryo grinned crookedly, “count me in.”
Jin wouldn’t know what was coming
Fin~
A/N: Alright guys, that’s it. It’s finally finished, I seriously can’t believe I actually finished. I started the fic over a year ago, and I’m still kinda awed that I managed to complete it.
I’d really like to thank all of you, I know there are quite a few faithful readers who kept up with the fic and were able to put up with me and my rather scattered updates, weird comments, and my horrid self-edit attempts. So thank you all, for sticking with me to the end. You have no idea how much I appreciate you all.
Hopefully I’ll be able to write you all a few other fics in the near future.
Thank you ♥ ♥