Pin drabbles - JE - G
Note: these were all originally posted over at boobandboobs.
Key drabble | Blood & Snow | Bondage
Author: mycroftnext
Prompt: Key
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,392
Poster Note: I hope I got all the italics in the right place. Consider mistakes belonging to anamuan and not to mycroftnext
Pi jolted awake to the sound of the Olympics theme. What the-? Oh yeah, that's Jin's ringtone. He rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on the clock on his desk. 3:30 AM. Why Jin? Why? He rolled over, hoping that Jin had just hit the wrong speed dial number and would quickly snap his phone shut in embarrassment. The ringing finally stopped but then immediately began again. Pi silently swore never to watch another Olympic game. Ever.
He flopped his hand over to the offending cell phone. "Mshimshh?" he managed to mumble. Even his voice was asleep. He cleared his throat a few times and tried to make himself at least somewhat comprehensible. "Moshi moshi?"
"Pi? Did I wake you?"
Yamapi rolled his closed eyes in despair. "No, I'm still asleep in bed; you're talking to recording. Of course you woke me up! Only idiots are up at this time of the morning."
"I'm so sorry, Pi, but it's an emergency! I lost my key, Pi."
"Why am I friends with you?"
"Come on Pi, you said that you would help me if ever I needed it. I need your help now!"
Yamapi rolled over to prop his phone between his head and the pillow. It was the middle of the bloody night, and Jin could still manage to pull out a guilt trip. His skills were wasted as a man; he would have made a fantastic mother. "Why do you think I can help you Jin?"
"Because! Don't you remember? I gave you my spare key, so you could let me in if this ever happened."
"Yes, you did. I then gave it back to you last month when you locked yourself out taking out the trash."
"Oh. I didn't give it back to you?"
"No, remember? You accidentally threw it away in the other bag of trash that was still in your apartment."
"Oh yeah. I forgot. Wait, what about that one I gave you when I left for America? Do you still have that one?"
Pi heaved a sigh; twenty questions with an amnesiac would have been easier. "No. We used that one to get into your apartment after your birthday celebration. You couldn't find your key, so I pulled that one out and spent ten minutes convincing you I hadn't picked your pocket. You still wouldn't let me keep it, so you put it in a safe place that I didn't know, and now it's lost."
"So that means I'm stuck out here?" Jin sounded like he was on the verge of tears.
"No, I'm sure we'll figure out something. Don't worry."
"But what if we don't? I'll be stuck outside my door all night, and then I'll be sick because I couldn't sleep, and then all of my bandmates will get mad at me..."
Good heavens, it was like talking someone down off a roof. "It'll be ok, Jin. We'll find you your keys. Who were you out with tonight?"
"Um. Well, there were a bunch of people I didn't know..."
"Oh for pity's sake. Who did you know, Jin? Come on."
"Well, there was Ryo and Koyama and Shige and Nakamaru, but that was it."
"Have you called them to see if they have your keys?"
"Yes, but they wouldn't answer me!"
Pi had never realized how smart his bandmates were. Or Nakamaru for that matter. But suddenly he was in awe of their intellects. Maybe he could learn something from them. He made a mental note to talk to Ryo the next day. If nothing else, Ryo had probably noticed what Jin had done with the keys, even if he hadn't said anything because he got some sort of sick amusement from putting Jin in these situations. On second thought, maybe he could call Nakamaru and see if he knew what had happened to Jin's keys.
"Alright, let's go through the list of places you might have a spare. Have you checked your pockets?"
"Of course I have! Do you think I'm dumb?"
"Jin, you're 23 years old, and you're calling me at 3:30 in the blessed AM to make me help you find your key. You are not allowed to be offended by any suggestion I might make."
"Fine. No, they're not in my pockets."
"How about above the door jam? Didn't you tape one up there one time?"
"I did, but then I thought it was too obvious for thieves or something, so I taped it inside my door above the mail slot."
"Is it still there? Use that one!"
"Well, I tried to get it out, but I kinda forgot that my mail slot opens upwards, so I can't actually reach it."
Pi buried his face in his hands. "Sometimes you amaze even me with your stupidity."
"Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Jin was whining now.
"Don't sound like that! You make it sound like I'm abandoning you in a blizzard. How about one of your neighbors, do they have a key?"
"The nice one does, but he's gone on a business trip or something."
"Have you tried your landlady? That is what she's there for, among other things."
"Well...I...You know that party I threw a while ago? Well, we may have woken her up a couple times that night, and she may have threatened to kick me out if I ever woke her up again. I don't want to get on her bad side, Pi! She's scary!"
Pi promised himself that he would show Jin scary the next time he had a handy mascara wand. "I don't know then Jin! Where do you think your key is?"
"I don't know!!!" Jin was on the verge of hysterics at this point.
Suddenly Yamapi had a flash of insight, the kind that heavenly choirs put in overtime for. "Jin, did Junno show you that magic wallet trick last week?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Did he show it to you?"
"Well, yeah, but..."
"Hallelujah. Pull out your wallet then. You still have that, right?"
"Of co-"
"If you say 'of course I do' I will break your nose."
"...Yes, I have it."
"Now, behind where you keep your credit cards and stuff, there's a pocket, and if you stick your finger in that pocket, you'll find that it leads to another pocket behind the first layer of fabric. In there should be a spare key."
Yamapi listened anxiously, praying that Jin would either find the key or that a bolt of lightning would somehow hit the doorknob and allow Jin to enter the apartment. He finally heard a joyful squeal from the other end.
"Pi! It's there! I didn't even know that pocket existed; how did you know?!?!?!"
Yamapi thought about the time he had taken Jin's wallet to pay for a cab and discovered that hidden pocket. And since he was pretty sure Jin didn't know about it, he had casually mentioned to Junno that he had a great idea for a magic trick; Pi could put something in the pocket, then Junno could pretend to pull it out of the "magic wallet," then make it disappear into the wallet again. Junno thought that was a great idea, so Pi had taken the spare key from on top of Jin's refrigerator and put it in there two weeks ago, but he hadn't had a chance to swap in anything new since then.
"It's a long story, Jin; I'll tell you later."
Pi hung up the phone and almost instantly fell back asleep.
Two nights later, the Olympics theme again broke into Yamapi's dreams. He was immediately awake, almost as if his body was expecting to have to be lucid in the middle of the night. He grabbed the phone from his nightstand and yanked it open.
"How in the name of all that is holy have you not forgotten how to breathe yet?"
"Yamapi! I knew you'd be awake! I just wanted to call and let you know that I remembered my key tonight, so I don't need you to help me find it at all. You can go to bed, and I won't bother you!"
Pi stared at the phone in complete disbelief. Without a second thought, he shut the phone and threw it across the room, vowing to leak Jin's phone number to the press as soon as humanly possible.
Author: anamuan
Prompt: Blood & Snow
Rating: G
Word Count: 280
"Why are we doing this again?" Yamapi blew through his bangs at Jin in exasperation.
"Because. It's part of my master plan."
Yamapi sighed and started cutting another paper snowflake. Fold, fold, fold, until it was small enough. Take the scissors and cut out little patterns, bits of paper fluttering down to the table top; and then unfold, unwrap the paper filigree until instead of paper was a perfect snowflake in his hands. Put the finished snowflake on the pile in the middle of the table, pull another piece of paper off that pile, and fold, fold, fold--
"Ah! Ow." Jin's scissors dropped with a clatter to the table and he clutched his left hand to his chest.
"Are you ok?" Yamapi looked up, semi-concerned. If he'd actually hurt himself, Yamapi figured, he'd be making more noise.
Jin held his left hand out and examined it, still cradled protectively in the right one. "I'm bleeding," he said, finally, holding out a finger for inspection.
Yamapi looked at the proffered finger. There was no blood.
"You're not bleeding."
"Am too." Jin squeezed the fingertip and a single drop of blood oozed out sluggishly. "Look. Blood."
"That's one drop. That's not bleeding," Yamapi retorted.
"It's blood. I'm bleeding." Yamapi could hear the pout without even looking at Jin's face. He sighed again, and reached out and pulled the 'bleeding' finger to his lips, giving it a quick kiss.
"There. You're better. Magic kiss." Yamapi returned Jin's now un-injured finger to him. "Can we stop now?"
"Yes."
Yamapi sighed. Then, "Wait, what did you say? We can stop? Really?"
Jin grinned. "Yup. I told you. It was all part of my master plan."
Author: anamuan
Prompt: bondage
Rating: G
Word Count: 556
Yamapi shrugged his shoulders in a vain effort to relieve some tension and blew at the hair falling into his eyes.
There was, really, Yamapi decided, a wide range of things he’d rather be doing.
Like eat. Eating was always high on his list of ‘things I want to do,’ and really, with so many tasty things in the world, who could blame him? Or work. Work, while sometimes exhausting, was usually fun and interesting. He got to go interesting places, meet interesting people, and accumulate a fan-base all in one go. What more could an idol ask for? Or even homework. Not his favourite pastime, true, but it was something that needed to be done and this time could be better spent doing it.
It had been such a nice day when he’d woken up, too. The sky was clear, the sun shining. It was getting warmer every day and Yamapi could feel summer approaching in his bones. Unfortunately, his bones had had nothing to say about his fast-approaching doom, nor had they told him to just go back to bed while he was ahead.
Yamapi blew ineffectually at the hair in his face again. Bangs were possibly not the smartest move he’d ever made. No matter how hot or stylish they might make him look, there were times, he now realized, when they were really just in the way. Somewhere in that dark sweep of hair that fell so dramatically into his dark eyes there was a hair that was just poking him in the eye. And he couldn’t do anything about it. He tried shaking his head. He tried blowing air up past his nose, but all it seemed to do was blow the hair into his eye some more. He even tried just holding that eye shut in the hopes that the next time he opened it the hair would be gone. All he managed to do was make himself dizzy and still have a hair poke him in the eye. Bangs were, Yamapi thought, really just a bad idea in general. He was, he decided, going to kill the person responsible for their invention the next chance he got.
“Um.” Yamapi said at last. “Jin, I know you’re a little busy down there and all. But since it looks like you’ll be taking a while, would you mind getting the hair out of my face? I can’t keep this eye closed forever.”
Jin looked up from where his hands were busily, if ineffectually, at work. “I’m really really sorry. I really am,” he apologized. He found a stray clip on Yamapi’s dresser and used it to pin Yamapi’s hair away from his face. “I swear I could do it no problem this morning.”
Yamapi resisted the urge to say something nasty. Really, it wouldn’t do any good at this point and it was half his own fault for agreeing in the first place. It was just that Jin had looked so excited standing on his doorstep, and Yamapi didn’t have to be anywhere for a couple of hours. What harm could it do? Well, now he knew.
“Just get me out. We’ll talk about your absolute and total lack of talent in the magic tricks department later.”
Yamapi was never--absolutely never ever--going to let Jin tie him up again.
Key drabble | Blood & Snow | Bondage
Author: mycroftnext
Prompt: Key
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,392
Poster Note: I hope I got all the italics in the right place. Consider mistakes belonging to anamuan and not to mycroftnext
Pi jolted awake to the sound of the Olympics theme. What the-? Oh yeah, that's Jin's ringtone. He rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on the clock on his desk. 3:30 AM. Why Jin? Why? He rolled over, hoping that Jin had just hit the wrong speed dial number and would quickly snap his phone shut in embarrassment. The ringing finally stopped but then immediately began again. Pi silently swore never to watch another Olympic game. Ever.
He flopped his hand over to the offending cell phone. "Mshimshh?" he managed to mumble. Even his voice was asleep. He cleared his throat a few times and tried to make himself at least somewhat comprehensible. "Moshi moshi?"
"Pi? Did I wake you?"
Yamapi rolled his closed eyes in despair. "No, I'm still asleep in bed; you're talking to recording. Of course you woke me up! Only idiots are up at this time of the morning."
"I'm so sorry, Pi, but it's an emergency! I lost my key, Pi."
"Why am I friends with you?"
"Come on Pi, you said that you would help me if ever I needed it. I need your help now!"
Yamapi rolled over to prop his phone between his head and the pillow. It was the middle of the bloody night, and Jin could still manage to pull out a guilt trip. His skills were wasted as a man; he would have made a fantastic mother. "Why do you think I can help you Jin?"
"Because! Don't you remember? I gave you my spare key, so you could let me in if this ever happened."
"Yes, you did. I then gave it back to you last month when you locked yourself out taking out the trash."
"Oh. I didn't give it back to you?"
"No, remember? You accidentally threw it away in the other bag of trash that was still in your apartment."
"Oh yeah. I forgot. Wait, what about that one I gave you when I left for America? Do you still have that one?"
Pi heaved a sigh; twenty questions with an amnesiac would have been easier. "No. We used that one to get into your apartment after your birthday celebration. You couldn't find your key, so I pulled that one out and spent ten minutes convincing you I hadn't picked your pocket. You still wouldn't let me keep it, so you put it in a safe place that I didn't know, and now it's lost."
"So that means I'm stuck out here?" Jin sounded like he was on the verge of tears.
"No, I'm sure we'll figure out something. Don't worry."
"But what if we don't? I'll be stuck outside my door all night, and then I'll be sick because I couldn't sleep, and then all of my bandmates will get mad at me..."
Good heavens, it was like talking someone down off a roof. "It'll be ok, Jin. We'll find you your keys. Who were you out with tonight?"
"Um. Well, there were a bunch of people I didn't know..."
"Oh for pity's sake. Who did you know, Jin? Come on."
"Well, there was Ryo and Koyama and Shige and Nakamaru, but that was it."
"Have you called them to see if they have your keys?"
"Yes, but they wouldn't answer me!"
Pi had never realized how smart his bandmates were. Or Nakamaru for that matter. But suddenly he was in awe of their intellects. Maybe he could learn something from them. He made a mental note to talk to Ryo the next day. If nothing else, Ryo had probably noticed what Jin had done with the keys, even if he hadn't said anything because he got some sort of sick amusement from putting Jin in these situations. On second thought, maybe he could call Nakamaru and see if he knew what had happened to Jin's keys.
"Alright, let's go through the list of places you might have a spare. Have you checked your pockets?"
"Of course I have! Do you think I'm dumb?"
"Jin, you're 23 years old, and you're calling me at 3:30 in the blessed AM to make me help you find your key. You are not allowed to be offended by any suggestion I might make."
"Fine. No, they're not in my pockets."
"How about above the door jam? Didn't you tape one up there one time?"
"I did, but then I thought it was too obvious for thieves or something, so I taped it inside my door above the mail slot."
"Is it still there? Use that one!"
"Well, I tried to get it out, but I kinda forgot that my mail slot opens upwards, so I can't actually reach it."
Pi buried his face in his hands. "Sometimes you amaze even me with your stupidity."
"Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Jin was whining now.
"Don't sound like that! You make it sound like I'm abandoning you in a blizzard. How about one of your neighbors, do they have a key?"
"The nice one does, but he's gone on a business trip or something."
"Have you tried your landlady? That is what she's there for, among other things."
"Well...I...You know that party I threw a while ago? Well, we may have woken her up a couple times that night, and she may have threatened to kick me out if I ever woke her up again. I don't want to get on her bad side, Pi! She's scary!"
Pi promised himself that he would show Jin scary the next time he had a handy mascara wand. "I don't know then Jin! Where do you think your key is?"
"I don't know!!!" Jin was on the verge of hysterics at this point.
Suddenly Yamapi had a flash of insight, the kind that heavenly choirs put in overtime for. "Jin, did Junno show you that magic wallet trick last week?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Did he show it to you?"
"Well, yeah, but..."
"Hallelujah. Pull out your wallet then. You still have that, right?"
"Of co-"
"If you say 'of course I do' I will break your nose."
"...Yes, I have it."
"Now, behind where you keep your credit cards and stuff, there's a pocket, and if you stick your finger in that pocket, you'll find that it leads to another pocket behind the first layer of fabric. In there should be a spare key."
Yamapi listened anxiously, praying that Jin would either find the key or that a bolt of lightning would somehow hit the doorknob and allow Jin to enter the apartment. He finally heard a joyful squeal from the other end.
"Pi! It's there! I didn't even know that pocket existed; how did you know?!?!?!"
Yamapi thought about the time he had taken Jin's wallet to pay for a cab and discovered that hidden pocket. And since he was pretty sure Jin didn't know about it, he had casually mentioned to Junno that he had a great idea for a magic trick; Pi could put something in the pocket, then Junno could pretend to pull it out of the "magic wallet," then make it disappear into the wallet again. Junno thought that was a great idea, so Pi had taken the spare key from on top of Jin's refrigerator and put it in there two weeks ago, but he hadn't had a chance to swap in anything new since then.
"It's a long story, Jin; I'll tell you later."
Pi hung up the phone and almost instantly fell back asleep.
Two nights later, the Olympics theme again broke into Yamapi's dreams. He was immediately awake, almost as if his body was expecting to have to be lucid in the middle of the night. He grabbed the phone from his nightstand and yanked it open.
"How in the name of all that is holy have you not forgotten how to breathe yet?"
"Yamapi! I knew you'd be awake! I just wanted to call and let you know that I remembered my key tonight, so I don't need you to help me find it at all. You can go to bed, and I won't bother you!"
Pi stared at the phone in complete disbelief. Without a second thought, he shut the phone and threw it across the room, vowing to leak Jin's phone number to the press as soon as humanly possible.
Author: anamuan
Prompt: Blood & Snow
Rating: G
Word Count: 280
"Why are we doing this again?" Yamapi blew through his bangs at Jin in exasperation.
"Because. It's part of my master plan."
Yamapi sighed and started cutting another paper snowflake. Fold, fold, fold, until it was small enough. Take the scissors and cut out little patterns, bits of paper fluttering down to the table top; and then unfold, unwrap the paper filigree until instead of paper was a perfect snowflake in his hands. Put the finished snowflake on the pile in the middle of the table, pull another piece of paper off that pile, and fold, fold, fold--
"Ah! Ow." Jin's scissors dropped with a clatter to the table and he clutched his left hand to his chest.
"Are you ok?" Yamapi looked up, semi-concerned. If he'd actually hurt himself, Yamapi figured, he'd be making more noise.
Jin held his left hand out and examined it, still cradled protectively in the right one. "I'm bleeding," he said, finally, holding out a finger for inspection.
Yamapi looked at the proffered finger. There was no blood.
"You're not bleeding."
"Am too." Jin squeezed the fingertip and a single drop of blood oozed out sluggishly. "Look. Blood."
"That's one drop. That's not bleeding," Yamapi retorted.
"It's blood. I'm bleeding." Yamapi could hear the pout without even looking at Jin's face. He sighed again, and reached out and pulled the 'bleeding' finger to his lips, giving it a quick kiss.
"There. You're better. Magic kiss." Yamapi returned Jin's now un-injured finger to him. "Can we stop now?"
"Yes."
Yamapi sighed. Then, "Wait, what did you say? We can stop? Really?"
Jin grinned. "Yup. I told you. It was all part of my master plan."
Author: anamuan
Prompt: bondage
Rating: G
Word Count: 556
Yamapi shrugged his shoulders in a vain effort to relieve some tension and blew at the hair falling into his eyes.
There was, really, Yamapi decided, a wide range of things he’d rather be doing.
Like eat. Eating was always high on his list of ‘things I want to do,’ and really, with so many tasty things in the world, who could blame him? Or work. Work, while sometimes exhausting, was usually fun and interesting. He got to go interesting places, meet interesting people, and accumulate a fan-base all in one go. What more could an idol ask for? Or even homework. Not his favourite pastime, true, but it was something that needed to be done and this time could be better spent doing it.
It had been such a nice day when he’d woken up, too. The sky was clear, the sun shining. It was getting warmer every day and Yamapi could feel summer approaching in his bones. Unfortunately, his bones had had nothing to say about his fast-approaching doom, nor had they told him to just go back to bed while he was ahead.
Yamapi blew ineffectually at the hair in his face again. Bangs were possibly not the smartest move he’d ever made. No matter how hot or stylish they might make him look, there were times, he now realized, when they were really just in the way. Somewhere in that dark sweep of hair that fell so dramatically into his dark eyes there was a hair that was just poking him in the eye. And he couldn’t do anything about it. He tried shaking his head. He tried blowing air up past his nose, but all it seemed to do was blow the hair into his eye some more. He even tried just holding that eye shut in the hopes that the next time he opened it the hair would be gone. All he managed to do was make himself dizzy and still have a hair poke him in the eye. Bangs were, Yamapi thought, really just a bad idea in general. He was, he decided, going to kill the person responsible for their invention the next chance he got.
“Um.” Yamapi said at last. “Jin, I know you’re a little busy down there and all. But since it looks like you’ll be taking a while, would you mind getting the hair out of my face? I can’t keep this eye closed forever.”
Jin looked up from where his hands were busily, if ineffectually, at work. “I’m really really sorry. I really am,” he apologized. He found a stray clip on Yamapi’s dresser and used it to pin Yamapi’s hair away from his face. “I swear I could do it no problem this morning.”
Yamapi resisted the urge to say something nasty. Really, it wouldn’t do any good at this point and it was half his own fault for agreeing in the first place. It was just that Jin had looked so excited standing on his doorstep, and Yamapi didn’t have to be anywhere for a couple of hours. What harm could it do? Well, now he knew.
“Just get me out. We’ll talk about your absolute and total lack of talent in the magic tricks department later.”
Yamapi was never--absolutely never ever--going to let Jin tie him up again.