Fic for happiestwhen
Title: If boy bands ruled the world…
By: swyrel
Pairing: Kamenashi/Akanishi
Rating: PG-13
Genre/Warnings: Humor/Crack
Notes: I don’t think this is actually AU, just something that I thought could happen if the guys were all bored one day…
Summary: If boy bands ruled the world, things would be a lot different.
If boy bands ruled the world…
If boy bands ruled the world, things would be a lot different. For starters, there would be no tabloids or paparazzi, hip rolls would be the currency, and everyone could come out of the closet -
“But, Kame,” Jin interrupted, eyes wide and with a hint of a whine in his voice. “I like our closet time…where else would we make out during work without it?”
Kame rolled his eyes as T-TUN groaned in unison at hearing details of the Akame sex life that they didn’t want to hear. Well, except Koki, who just leered like the lecher he is.
“Fine, let me start again,” Kame sighed in exasperation.
If boy bands ruled the world, things would be a lot different. For starters, there would be no tabloids or paparazzi, hip rolls would be the currency, and everyone could come out of the metaphorical closet without the threat of being sent on permanent hiatus. And of course KAT-TUN would sit at the top of the hierarchy of world rulers, with Kame as the king and Jin as his queen.
“Wait!” Jin interrupted again, but with outrage instead of whining this time. “Why do you get to be the king?”
Kame scowled. “Being king is based on manliness, which makes me the obvious choice over you.”
Jin’s chin dropped as T-TUN snickered. “You’re not manlier than me! Never in a thousand years!”
“For one, I play baseball -“
“And I play soccer!”
“Two, I dated an older woman -“
“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, I was in an AnAn shoot! With a girl! Who was naked!” Jin added for extra emphasis as he whipped said magazine out of his bag and flipped to a bookmarked page before shoving it into Kame’s face; Kame’s eyes went cross as he attempted to focus on the magazine covering his face before pushing the magazine away.
“Yes, yes, we’ve all seen your magazine. When are you going to stop carrying that around?”
Jin grinned at what he thought was his triumph. “I obviously need it for times like these when you try to make me be the queen.”
“Well, I can’t be the queen because I’m the top in this relationship,” Kame sniffed disdainfully. “That automatically makes me king every time.”
“Can you please leave out the details of your sex life?” Nakamaru asked as Jin sputtered indigently at Kame’s logic. “We really do not want to hear them.”
“Fine,” Kame grumbled. “Just let me finish.”
And of course KAT-TUN would sit at the top of the hierarchy of world rulers, with Kame as the king and Jin as his queen because everyone knows that bottoms cannot be kings.
“Kame.” Ueda warned.
And of course KAT-TUN would sit at the top of the hierarchy of world rulers, with Kame as the king and Jin as his queen because people who always play the girl in skits cannot be king.
“Better,” Ueda allowed.
Ueda, of course, would be head of security where he would train all of the Juniors into boxing champions. Nakamaru and Koki would entertain everyone as the Court Jesters with their beat boxing and rapping skills. And Taguchi would be the herald.
“Check it out, yo~,” Came half-heartedly from Taguchi’s corner of the room, where he sat immersed in his newest DS game.
Kame’s story was brought to an end as that day’s photographer stuck his head in their dressing room and yelled at them to get on the set.
Hours later, with a mulish look on his face, Jin muttered to Kame, “you forgot the best part of your story, where boy bands would never have to listen to perverted photographers ever again.”
Kame smirked at his boyfriend, just as the photographer yelled, “Akanishi, do it again! You’re supposed to look sexy, not like you want to go on a homicidal killing spree!”
*
The next morning, as Jin arrived at the Jimusho exactly one hour later than Kame (after all, they couldn’t exactly arrive together or even at the same time - even if Jin had stayed the night at Kame’s last night - because that would give the fangirls ideas and then Jin and Kame would be sent on hiatus, and it probably wouldn’t be anywhere fun like America) he was stunned to see a pack of Juniors following Kame around. Of course, Kame normally had a pack of Juniors following him around, competing for the affections of their favorite senpai, but they didn’t usually call him ‘King Kame-senpai’.
Jin had a bad feeling that someone spread Kame’s story around the Jimusho, and since Jin was the only one that would suffer for having a girly part, his suspicions lie solely with Ueda. The bastard probably wanted to get Jin back for accidently ruining his Gackt poster. Well, he told Ueda it was an accident, but there was no way that their resident boxer could know that Jin tore the poster in half on purpose because it’s eyes just wouldn’t stop following him. But Ueda couldn’t possible know that. Right?
Right. Jin assured himself as he walked further into the Jimusho.
By lunch time, Kame had somehow acquired a crown and scepter (Jin secretly suspected it came from the NewS dressing room) that left a trail of glitter where ever he walked. Or the glitter could have come from Kame’s growing entourage of Juniors. It was hard to tell. Jin, on the other hand, had developed a pout that was rapidly becoming a full-blown sulk. It was bad enough that he didn’t get his own entourage of Juniors (and those Juniors that did worship their Akanishi-senpai had deflected to Kame’s side today - the little traitors), but he still had to put up with being known as the queen in Kame’s little fairy tale. He had taken a large blow to his masculinity, and he didn’t know who he blamed more, Kame or Ueda (of course, he didn’t actually have proof that Ueda was behind the leaked story, but that was irrelevant).
Whispers followed him as he walked down the hallway. He heard them snickering behind their hands when they thought he wouldn’t hear. Why, Ryo couldn’t even talk to him because every time he saw Jin, he started laughing. All because Kame made him a queen! (He actually didn’t know if that was the real reason Ryo was laughing at him. You just couldn’t tell these kind of things when it came to Ryo, but that’s irrelevant as well.)
*
That afternoon, though, was when Jin had to put his foot down. Meeting with their manager to discuss their schedule was nothing new for KAT-TUN. They did it several times a week because their schedules were always changing. Even being told that they were doing a skit in front of a live audience the next week and should practice their lines was nothing new either. However, Jin discovered that his role in the skit was new. He had never actually been a queen before, and he didn’t want to be one now.
“No.” He told his manager, his pout finally becoming the full-blown sulk. “There’s no way I’m doing this.”
“Yes, you are.” Manager-san glared at Jin, and that was the end of that. This manager was a lot more psycho than the last one and wasn’t above bodily harm if things didn’t go as planned. As a result, Jin lost a lot more arguments with this manager than their last one.
*
“Taguchi, I’ve been thinking-“
“Good job, Akanishi.”
Jin frowned at Taguchi, but decided to let that one go since he was about to put his Master Plot into action, and Taguchi was the only one who could make it work. “Like I said, I’ve been thinking. You don’t really want to do this skit thing, do you?”
“Sure, Akanishi.”
Frown deepening, Jin glared at the DS in Taguchi’s hands. He really should have factored the little machine into his plans. It could possibly ruin everything if he didn’t get it away from Taguchi. “So, since you have that whole loveable idiot thing going for you, what don’t you tell Manager-san that you don’t want to do it? She actually likes you, and would never be able to say no to you.”
“Whatever you want, Akanishi.”
“Brilliant! So, we can just get started right away, and this whole thing will blow over like it never even happened…” Jin trailed off when he noticed that Taguchi was still completely immersed in his DS. “Taguchi, don’t you think you should go talk with Manager-san now?”
“Okay, Akanishi.”
Jin growled, realizing that Taguchi hadn’t even heard a word he’d said. Moving without thinking (a move he would come to regret later), Jin swiped the DS from Taguchi and threw it out the open window next to him.
“Okay, so here’s what you need to do.” Not noticing Taguchi’s spasming hands, Jin quickly laid out his plan for Taguchi. “So, that’s everything. Think you can do it? Taguchi, why is your face purple? It looks kind of gross.”
“Aka-, “ Taguchi started to say, stopped, and then tried again. “Akanishi, you-, “ Taguchi stopped again. “Damn it!” He finally swore. “I’m going to kill you!”
“But you’re supposed to be the happy one!” Jin wailed as he ran from the room, Taguchi right behind him, hands reaching for Jin’s neck.
*
“Why are you so upset about this?” Yamapi asked, not even glancing up from his magazine which just so happened to feature a nice five page interview of him. “You’ve been a wife and a nurse. Why is a queen so much different?”
“That’s not the point, Pi!” Jin glared at his friend. “Being a queen is more emasculating-“
“You don’t even know what emasculating means.”
“Yes, I do!” Jin yelped, flailing indigently. “Just because a word has more than four syllables, doesn’t mean that I don’t know what it means! But that’s beside the point. What can I do to get out of this?”
Flipping through an old edition of AnAn, the one with Yamapi’s naked pictures - which were no where near as good as Jin’s - Jin waited while Yamapi considered a solution to the whole queen problem. “I got it!” Yamapi finally exclaimed. Jin eagerly threw the magazine to the floor, and then slid it under the couch he was sitting on with the back of his foot for good measure (even though Yamapi’s AnAn shoot wasn’t even on the same level as Jin’s, it was safer to eliminate the competition), and waited patiently for Yamapi to explain his new (hopefully brilliant) plan. “All you have to do is write a better, more sparkly skit and give it to your manager, and your group can perform that one instead.”
Jin pouted. This wasn’t the brilliant plan he was hoping for. “But that’s too much work, Pi,” He whined, “work that I would have to do.”
“Fine,” Yamapi sniffed indigently. “You think of your own plan next time.”
“You suck as a best friend, Pi.”
*
Jin decided to put his foot down that afternoon to get the whole queen drama to stop. (Of course, Jin was conveniently ignoring the fact that he was the only one causing any sort of drama over the whole queen issue, and that there was a queen issue only because he made an issue out of it.) First, Jin approached Ueda to get their resident boxer to stop telling everyone about the queen incident - which was a moot point anyway as Ueda had told everyone already, and even spread out pamphlets containing Kame’s story - and to quite possibly get Ueda to forgive him for the whole Gackt incident.
“Uebo,” Jin started, but was unable to finish as he slipped on a conveniently placed patch of glitter and grabbed onto the nearest thing to stabilize himself. This happened to be Ueda’s hand, which was busy holding the can of tea he’d just bought from the vending machine. Once Jin was assured of the fact that he was not going to fall and die a horrible death by drowning in glitter, he fixed his gaze on Ueda once more. “Uebo,” he tried again. “Why are you covered in tea?”
At that point, when Jin found a heavy glare directed at him that promised pain and ducked the right hook aimed for his head, he decided that he would be better off confronting Kame. He would much rather sleep on the couch for a week than have his nose broken.
*
The confrontation that Jin planned consisted of him staking out Kame’s favorite closet and waiting for the younger man to pass by. Of course, Kame had been looking for Jin for a while now, having closet time on his mind and nothing on his schedule for the next hour. What better way to spend it then making out with his hot boyfriend? Though, since he had a full hour (a rare treat, indeed), they might actually get to do more than just make out.
Kame was a bit surprised to pass his favorite closet on his search for Jin, only to find Jin waiting outside the closet. Well, Kame wasn’t one to waste opportunities or time, so he quickly grabbed Jin by the wrist and pulled him into the closet. “Ah, Kame, there you are,” Jin started once the door had closed behind them. “I’ve been waiting for mmph-, “ he was cut off as Kame hungrily kissed him. Jin lost himself in the sensation of Kame’s lips on his and the oh so interesting things Kame was doing with his tongue, before he remembered why he had staked out the closet in the first place. “Wait,” he gasped, pushing Kame away from himself with some difficulty. “I wanted…I wanted…oh God,” he moaned when Kame latched onto his collarbone and began sucking greedily.
“Damn it, Kame!” Jin finally managed to regain control and push Kame away again. He glared at his boyfriend, but Kame only smirked and reached for Jin’s belt. Impatiently, Jin swatted Kame’s hands away. “This has got to stop!”
Finally, Kame stopped, pulling his hands back as his brow furrowed. “Stop? Stop our closet time? I thought you liked our closet time?”
“What? No, I meant this whole king/queen thing has got to stop. It’s so emasculating, and I don’t like it, and I want it to stop and - are you listening to me Kame? Kame, why are you smirking like that? You’re looking all sadistic like Uebo does right before he does something that he thinks is for our own good, but really just ends up causing a whole lot of pain, and - Kame, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to make sure that you forget all about the queen thing for a while.” Kame smirked before finally getting Jin’s pants undone and reaching into them.
“What? Kame, no, I…oh God, Kame, do that again.”
*
If boy bands ruled the world, things would be a lot different. For starters, there would be no tabloids or paparazzi, hip rolls would be the currency, perverted photographers would be thrown in a dungeon - never to see the light of day again, and everyone could come out of the metaphorical closet without the threat of being sent on permanent hiatus. And of course KAT-TUN would sit at the top of the hierarchy of world rulers, with Kame as the king and Jin as his queen. And they, Jin decided, would live happily ever after.
By: swyrel
Pairing: Kamenashi/Akanishi
Rating: PG-13
Genre/Warnings: Humor/Crack
Notes: I don’t think this is actually AU, just something that I thought could happen if the guys were all bored one day…
Summary: If boy bands ruled the world, things would be a lot different.
If boy bands ruled the world…
If boy bands ruled the world, things would be a lot different. For starters, there would be no tabloids or paparazzi, hip rolls would be the currency, and everyone could come out of the closet -
“But, Kame,” Jin interrupted, eyes wide and with a hint of a whine in his voice. “I like our closet time…where else would we make out during work without it?”
Kame rolled his eyes as T-TUN groaned in unison at hearing details of the Akame sex life that they didn’t want to hear. Well, except Koki, who just leered like the lecher he is.
“Fine, let me start again,” Kame sighed in exasperation.
If boy bands ruled the world, things would be a lot different. For starters, there would be no tabloids or paparazzi, hip rolls would be the currency, and everyone could come out of the metaphorical closet without the threat of being sent on permanent hiatus. And of course KAT-TUN would sit at the top of the hierarchy of world rulers, with Kame as the king and Jin as his queen.
“Wait!” Jin interrupted again, but with outrage instead of whining this time. “Why do you get to be the king?”
Kame scowled. “Being king is based on manliness, which makes me the obvious choice over you.”
Jin’s chin dropped as T-TUN snickered. “You’re not manlier than me! Never in a thousand years!”
“For one, I play baseball -“
“And I play soccer!”
“Two, I dated an older woman -“
“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, I was in an AnAn shoot! With a girl! Who was naked!” Jin added for extra emphasis as he whipped said magazine out of his bag and flipped to a bookmarked page before shoving it into Kame’s face; Kame’s eyes went cross as he attempted to focus on the magazine covering his face before pushing the magazine away.
“Yes, yes, we’ve all seen your magazine. When are you going to stop carrying that around?”
Jin grinned at what he thought was his triumph. “I obviously need it for times like these when you try to make me be the queen.”
“Well, I can’t be the queen because I’m the top in this relationship,” Kame sniffed disdainfully. “That automatically makes me king every time.”
“Can you please leave out the details of your sex life?” Nakamaru asked as Jin sputtered indigently at Kame’s logic. “We really do not want to hear them.”
“Fine,” Kame grumbled. “Just let me finish.”
And of course KAT-TUN would sit at the top of the hierarchy of world rulers, with Kame as the king and Jin as his queen because everyone knows that bottoms cannot be kings.
“Kame.” Ueda warned.
And of course KAT-TUN would sit at the top of the hierarchy of world rulers, with Kame as the king and Jin as his queen because people who always play the girl in skits cannot be king.
“Better,” Ueda allowed.
Ueda, of course, would be head of security where he would train all of the Juniors into boxing champions. Nakamaru and Koki would entertain everyone as the Court Jesters with their beat boxing and rapping skills. And Taguchi would be the herald.
“Check it out, yo~,” Came half-heartedly from Taguchi’s corner of the room, where he sat immersed in his newest DS game.
Kame’s story was brought to an end as that day’s photographer stuck his head in their dressing room and yelled at them to get on the set.
Hours later, with a mulish look on his face, Jin muttered to Kame, “you forgot the best part of your story, where boy bands would never have to listen to perverted photographers ever again.”
Kame smirked at his boyfriend, just as the photographer yelled, “Akanishi, do it again! You’re supposed to look sexy, not like you want to go on a homicidal killing spree!”
*
The next morning, as Jin arrived at the Jimusho exactly one hour later than Kame (after all, they couldn’t exactly arrive together or even at the same time - even if Jin had stayed the night at Kame’s last night - because that would give the fangirls ideas and then Jin and Kame would be sent on hiatus, and it probably wouldn’t be anywhere fun like America) he was stunned to see a pack of Juniors following Kame around. Of course, Kame normally had a pack of Juniors following him around, competing for the affections of their favorite senpai, but they didn’t usually call him ‘King Kame-senpai’.
Jin had a bad feeling that someone spread Kame’s story around the Jimusho, and since Jin was the only one that would suffer for having a girly part, his suspicions lie solely with Ueda. The bastard probably wanted to get Jin back for accidently ruining his Gackt poster. Well, he told Ueda it was an accident, but there was no way that their resident boxer could know that Jin tore the poster in half on purpose because it’s eyes just wouldn’t stop following him. But Ueda couldn’t possible know that. Right?
Right. Jin assured himself as he walked further into the Jimusho.
By lunch time, Kame had somehow acquired a crown and scepter (Jin secretly suspected it came from the NewS dressing room) that left a trail of glitter where ever he walked. Or the glitter could have come from Kame’s growing entourage of Juniors. It was hard to tell. Jin, on the other hand, had developed a pout that was rapidly becoming a full-blown sulk. It was bad enough that he didn’t get his own entourage of Juniors (and those Juniors that did worship their Akanishi-senpai had deflected to Kame’s side today - the little traitors), but he still had to put up with being known as the queen in Kame’s little fairy tale. He had taken a large blow to his masculinity, and he didn’t know who he blamed more, Kame or Ueda (of course, he didn’t actually have proof that Ueda was behind the leaked story, but that was irrelevant).
Whispers followed him as he walked down the hallway. He heard them snickering behind their hands when they thought he wouldn’t hear. Why, Ryo couldn’t even talk to him because every time he saw Jin, he started laughing. All because Kame made him a queen! (He actually didn’t know if that was the real reason Ryo was laughing at him. You just couldn’t tell these kind of things when it came to Ryo, but that’s irrelevant as well.)
*
That afternoon, though, was when Jin had to put his foot down. Meeting with their manager to discuss their schedule was nothing new for KAT-TUN. They did it several times a week because their schedules were always changing. Even being told that they were doing a skit in front of a live audience the next week and should practice their lines was nothing new either. However, Jin discovered that his role in the skit was new. He had never actually been a queen before, and he didn’t want to be one now.
“No.” He told his manager, his pout finally becoming the full-blown sulk. “There’s no way I’m doing this.”
“Yes, you are.” Manager-san glared at Jin, and that was the end of that. This manager was a lot more psycho than the last one and wasn’t above bodily harm if things didn’t go as planned. As a result, Jin lost a lot more arguments with this manager than their last one.
*
“Taguchi, I’ve been thinking-“
“Good job, Akanishi.”
Jin frowned at Taguchi, but decided to let that one go since he was about to put his Master Plot into action, and Taguchi was the only one who could make it work. “Like I said, I’ve been thinking. You don’t really want to do this skit thing, do you?”
“Sure, Akanishi.”
Frown deepening, Jin glared at the DS in Taguchi’s hands. He really should have factored the little machine into his plans. It could possibly ruin everything if he didn’t get it away from Taguchi. “So, since you have that whole loveable idiot thing going for you, what don’t you tell Manager-san that you don’t want to do it? She actually likes you, and would never be able to say no to you.”
“Whatever you want, Akanishi.”
“Brilliant! So, we can just get started right away, and this whole thing will blow over like it never even happened…” Jin trailed off when he noticed that Taguchi was still completely immersed in his DS. “Taguchi, don’t you think you should go talk with Manager-san now?”
“Okay, Akanishi.”
Jin growled, realizing that Taguchi hadn’t even heard a word he’d said. Moving without thinking (a move he would come to regret later), Jin swiped the DS from Taguchi and threw it out the open window next to him.
“Okay, so here’s what you need to do.” Not noticing Taguchi’s spasming hands, Jin quickly laid out his plan for Taguchi. “So, that’s everything. Think you can do it? Taguchi, why is your face purple? It looks kind of gross.”
“Aka-, “ Taguchi started to say, stopped, and then tried again. “Akanishi, you-, “ Taguchi stopped again. “Damn it!” He finally swore. “I’m going to kill you!”
“But you’re supposed to be the happy one!” Jin wailed as he ran from the room, Taguchi right behind him, hands reaching for Jin’s neck.
*
“Why are you so upset about this?” Yamapi asked, not even glancing up from his magazine which just so happened to feature a nice five page interview of him. “You’ve been a wife and a nurse. Why is a queen so much different?”
“That’s not the point, Pi!” Jin glared at his friend. “Being a queen is more emasculating-“
“You don’t even know what emasculating means.”
“Yes, I do!” Jin yelped, flailing indigently. “Just because a word has more than four syllables, doesn’t mean that I don’t know what it means! But that’s beside the point. What can I do to get out of this?”
Flipping through an old edition of AnAn, the one with Yamapi’s naked pictures - which were no where near as good as Jin’s - Jin waited while Yamapi considered a solution to the whole queen problem. “I got it!” Yamapi finally exclaimed. Jin eagerly threw the magazine to the floor, and then slid it under the couch he was sitting on with the back of his foot for good measure (even though Yamapi’s AnAn shoot wasn’t even on the same level as Jin’s, it was safer to eliminate the competition), and waited patiently for Yamapi to explain his new (hopefully brilliant) plan. “All you have to do is write a better, more sparkly skit and give it to your manager, and your group can perform that one instead.”
Jin pouted. This wasn’t the brilliant plan he was hoping for. “But that’s too much work, Pi,” He whined, “work that I would have to do.”
“Fine,” Yamapi sniffed indigently. “You think of your own plan next time.”
“You suck as a best friend, Pi.”
*
Jin decided to put his foot down that afternoon to get the whole queen drama to stop. (Of course, Jin was conveniently ignoring the fact that he was the only one causing any sort of drama over the whole queen issue, and that there was a queen issue only because he made an issue out of it.) First, Jin approached Ueda to get their resident boxer to stop telling everyone about the queen incident - which was a moot point anyway as Ueda had told everyone already, and even spread out pamphlets containing Kame’s story - and to quite possibly get Ueda to forgive him for the whole Gackt incident.
“Uebo,” Jin started, but was unable to finish as he slipped on a conveniently placed patch of glitter and grabbed onto the nearest thing to stabilize himself. This happened to be Ueda’s hand, which was busy holding the can of tea he’d just bought from the vending machine. Once Jin was assured of the fact that he was not going to fall and die a horrible death by drowning in glitter, he fixed his gaze on Ueda once more. “Uebo,” he tried again. “Why are you covered in tea?”
At that point, when Jin found a heavy glare directed at him that promised pain and ducked the right hook aimed for his head, he decided that he would be better off confronting Kame. He would much rather sleep on the couch for a week than have his nose broken.
*
The confrontation that Jin planned consisted of him staking out Kame’s favorite closet and waiting for the younger man to pass by. Of course, Kame had been looking for Jin for a while now, having closet time on his mind and nothing on his schedule for the next hour. What better way to spend it then making out with his hot boyfriend? Though, since he had a full hour (a rare treat, indeed), they might actually get to do more than just make out.
Kame was a bit surprised to pass his favorite closet on his search for Jin, only to find Jin waiting outside the closet. Well, Kame wasn’t one to waste opportunities or time, so he quickly grabbed Jin by the wrist and pulled him into the closet. “Ah, Kame, there you are,” Jin started once the door had closed behind them. “I’ve been waiting for mmph-, “ he was cut off as Kame hungrily kissed him. Jin lost himself in the sensation of Kame’s lips on his and the oh so interesting things Kame was doing with his tongue, before he remembered why he had staked out the closet in the first place. “Wait,” he gasped, pushing Kame away from himself with some difficulty. “I wanted…I wanted…oh God,” he moaned when Kame latched onto his collarbone and began sucking greedily.
“Damn it, Kame!” Jin finally managed to regain control and push Kame away again. He glared at his boyfriend, but Kame only smirked and reached for Jin’s belt. Impatiently, Jin swatted Kame’s hands away. “This has got to stop!”
Finally, Kame stopped, pulling his hands back as his brow furrowed. “Stop? Stop our closet time? I thought you liked our closet time?”
“What? No, I meant this whole king/queen thing has got to stop. It’s so emasculating, and I don’t like it, and I want it to stop and - are you listening to me Kame? Kame, why are you smirking like that? You’re looking all sadistic like Uebo does right before he does something that he thinks is for our own good, but really just ends up causing a whole lot of pain, and - Kame, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to make sure that you forget all about the queen thing for a while.” Kame smirked before finally getting Jin’s pants undone and reaching into them.
“What? Kame, no, I…oh God, Kame, do that again.”
*
If boy bands ruled the world, things would be a lot different. For starters, there would be no tabloids or paparazzi, hip rolls would be the currency, perverted photographers would be thrown in a dungeon - never to see the light of day again, and everyone could come out of the metaphorical closet without the threat of being sent on permanent hiatus. And of course KAT-TUN would sit at the top of the hierarchy of world rulers, with Kame as the king and Jin as his queen. And they, Jin decided, would live happily ever after.