Shining Heisei Jumping Contemporary Band Friends Desu (or When HSJ meets SHINee)
fandom: Hey! Say! JUMP + SHINee
pair: gen
rating: pg
summary: Yes, this is exactly as its title suggests.
wordcount: 1837
note: Oh hai, I fell in love with SHINee and then back in love with JUMP and who doesn't like crossovers? I love crossovers. And considering how SHINee is debuting in Japan next March, I just kind of want all of them to be like BFFs. The title is what I imagine Johnny to call the entire collaboration. For real face. Dedicated to all the people who wanted to love both J-pop and K-pop with equal fervour. heyshameera & boukenrider pls believe that miracles may happen.
“Tell me again why we have to do it,” Hikaru grumbles, struggling to rub the sleep from his eyes.
“Because we’re the closest to their age and will most likely get along the best with them,” Yabu replies, his firm leader voice faltering from a stifled yawn. Beside him, Daiki has already fallen asleep - standing no less - into Inoo’s shoulder, whose eyes have already glazed over.
“Then why can’t Seven do it,” Hikaru continues, all but whining in light of the four hour flight delay, pushing their guests’ arrival time from 11 p.m. to 3 a.m. Next to him Takaki sways a little on his feet, blinking rapidly in hopes of keeping awake.
Yabu sighs. “You know they’re too young to stay out this late,” he explains as patiently as his sleep-deprived brain allows him to, setting his mind on ignoring the rest of Hikaru’s peevish mutterings and focusing on happy things instead - the blissful lack of rabid fans, for instance.
Just as the airport’s digital clock silently swaps its digits to 03:17 and Yabu begins to think, maybe the Koreans just wanted to smack them with a huge LOL JK, WE NVR WANTED TO COME TO UR COUNTRY LMAO and SM Entertainment never actually planned to send their talents over to debut in Japan, the Arrival doors slide open and the clatter of baggage trolleys fill the air.
Their reaction is instantaneous, professionalism instilled in them since the day they became a part of Johnny & Associates Inc - Yabu straightens, running over the welcome words in his mind as the rest of BEST shed their exhaustion, Hikaru standing taller, Takaki surreptitiously fixing his hair, Inoo watching on anxiously as Daiki fights a painful battle to stay awake.
Their Korean counterparts slide their way in, surrounded by staff and their enormous bags, and through the haze of fatigue Yabu does his best to match the names to the faces, making a valiant effort after his crash course just a week prior.
“Leader-chan, don’t look so serious,” Hikaru whispers next to him, and automatically a smile makes its way onto Yabu’s face, one he hopes is welcoming and charming in spite of the potential late-night early-morning crankiness. Across him, the leader - Onew/Jinki, Yabu reminds himself - cracks a grin as well, looking utterly delighted to have caught a glimpse of his Japanese parallel. It is warm and infectious and Yabu lets himself think that he’s genuinely happy to see SHINee safely landed in Narita airport.
It is all clockwork - something Yabu is thankful for when his brain is too spent to think of anything more creative than hello, how do you do, did you have a pleasant flight, nice to have you here, and he reaches for Onew’s hand, ready to spout his well-rehearsed annyeonghaseyo when the other boy beats him to it, grabbing his hand first and beaming at him, Korean accented Japanese tumbling rapidly from his mouth.
“I think you are really mad pretty!” he exclaims confidently, like a speech he’d been running over (possibly for the entire flight) and that he’d been unbearably eager to make. Yabu blinks, once, twice, and as much as he’s heard that he cannot help the heat that rushes to his cheeks. Through the corner of his eye he can see Takaki’s jaw drop, while Daiki - bitch that he is - wakes up sufficiently to giggle at his expense.
“Thank you?” he ventures carefully back in Korean, and while Onew’s grin gets wider his band mates instantly burst out laughing, wheezing and gasping and immediately, with the intuition of a leader, Yabu realizes that Onew has been duped. As he looks back at the other four members Yabu doesn’t need a translator to know that the questions he blurts at them in Korean are “Did I say that right? Why are you laughing?”
“I’m sorry about that,” the tallest one - Minho, Yabu registers, tall and slender and model-material - tells them apologetically, ducking his head and flashing the sliver of a smile. “We have the habit of bullying our leader.”
“That’s just the way we roll here,” Hikaru grins toothily at him, and Yabu decides to watch him more carefully over the course of SHINee’s stay.
----
“I can’t believe you believed us!” Jonghyun guffaws, clutching onto Kibum who is laughing too hard to say anything at all. “Mad pretty! You called him mad pretty!”
Jinki flushes, desperately ignoring their chuckles as he continues to apologize profusely to the leader of Hey! Say! JUMP. Quietly, he watches his plan to start off on the right foot (and become BFFs for life) crumble before his eyes.
“I’m so sorry about that,” he mumbles, hoping the sincerity of his words comes through even with his poor Japanese. Yabu smiles at him, patting him reassuringly on the back.
“It’s fine,” he says, in the kindest voice Jinki has heard throughout the trip so far. “It’s the nicest thing I’ve heard all day.”
Then it’s Jinki’s turn to feel the blood rushing to his face, a pleasant warmth tingling its way through his body until Taemin spoils it with the obnoxious exclamation of “Hyung, you’re starting to look like a tomato!”
Meanwhile, Daiki has fallen asleep in the midst of talking to Minho.
---
The next day, when they are sufficiently rested and caffeinated, the two rising contemporary pop groups of Japan and Korea meet each other officially; professionalism and polite manners all set to go.
“Hello, we are shining SHINee!” the foreign band choruses, before taking a deep bow. “Yoroshiku,” Onew adds sheepishly, and Yabu grins encouragingly back at him.
“We are Hey! Say! JUMP,” he replies. “Welcome to Japan.”
---
When they meet, Chinen and Taemin become instant best friends, bonding over elaborate dance routines and faster-than-the-naked-eye-can-register footwork. Taemin picks up complicated back flips while Chinen learns how to pop it and lock it. They spend whole lunches scheming together on how to steal Takaki’s hair dryer or sneak dye into Key’s shampoo.
After the first few papa photos and fancams make it out into the World Wide Web, fan communities explode from the sheer adorability of it. A fuckyeahtaechii tumblr is set up, fan art and shop photos quickly filling its pages, while fan fiction and macros flood the Hey Say and Shinee communities. Across the Internet a billion fans coo over the “Kouhai love” and “Maknae affection”, flailing over the you-can’t-deny-its-existence adoration between the two idols.
Nobody remembers that Ryutaro is actually the youngest.
---
Inoo is openly awed by Key’s affinity with girl group dances, and the latter doesn’t bother to pretend he doesn’t know.
“Whoa,” he breathes when Key executes another perfect performance of SNSD’s Hoot. “That was probably better than any Hello! Project dance routine I’ve seen.” He blushes a little, and Key thinks that it’s the cutest thing he’s seen since Taemin learnt how to use his puppy dog eyes. “I wish I could pull that off.”
“Why don’t I teach you?” Key remarks slyly, slinking an arm around the Japanese boy’s neck.
Days later, Daiki is mildly disturbed to find a multitude of juniors filing out of their practice room, each and every one of them sporting a nosebleed. When he catches one to get an answer, the boy blushes furiously and answers with a vague “Puri puri pretty” before dashing off.
He decides he doesn’t want to know.
---
Minho spends his free time studying, careful not to fall behind on his university work even while breaking into the Japanese market. It’s also a clever ruse to keep him from talking more than he has to, poring over the different methods of composition and the rule of thirds.
He’s thus a little surprised when the youngest member seems to see through his ploy.
“You’re majoring in film?” Ryutaro asks him, quiet and solemn and seemingly much older than his actual age of 15. Minho subconsciously compares him to the Taemin of 2008, 15 as well but so much more like a child than this Japanese teenager before him.
“I am,” he replies, wondering if he sounds too formal when he’s speaking to someone technically his junior. “At Konkuk University.”
Ryutaro nods like a sage. “I might do that, in the future. I quite like films.”
Minho quirks an eyebrow in interest. “What kind?”
It is only then that the younger boy grins at him, finally looking like his age. “Why don’t I show you?”
Later, Minho finds himself in hysterics over an old British series that Ryutaro claims to have borrowed from Keito - Mr. Bean or something like that - and he thinks, just maybe, this time he had finally found someone younger to hang out with for a change.
---
Hikaru and Jonghyun are tight. It’s like some brotherhood or something, of toothy grins and fist punches and jokes and I-got-your-back-man.
Basically, they go out and get drunk together.
“Y’know something Jjong,” Hikaru drawls, poking at the wood of the table. “We both, we have a problem.”
“Hrnn?” Jonghyun slurs back, struggling to coordinate his hands enough to down his 18th cup of sake.
“Our leaders!” Hikaru shouts, slamming his glass on the table and making the other boy start and spill half of his cup. “They be stealin’ themselves away!”
Jonghyun blinks blearily at him. “Stealin’ away?”
“Yez!” Hikaru exclaims, waving his hand about and spilling more alcohol down his shirt. “Don’t tells me…You ain’t noticed?”
Jonghyun’s eyes narrow to a squint as he takes a moment to process Hikaru’s words, and then they snap wide open. “Ah my gahhh.”
“Thass right,” Hikaru nods, triumphant in getting his point across. “They stealin’ each other.”
“Like, like all the times they spend,” Jonghyun goes a little cross-eyed trying to think of the words. “Together?”
“Co-writing lyrics or summat,” Hikaru mutters. “But noooooo. No lyrics take that long.”
Jonghyun gasps. “THEY SEEIN’ EACH OTHER,” he squawks, flailing a little till Hikaru’s hand claps across his mouth.
“Shhhhhh,” he hisses dramatically, glancing stealthily around the empty bar. “You gon let the fans know.”
Jonghyun nods rapidly and the other boy removes his hand. He stares disbelievingly at his suddenly empty sake cup. “To think -” he chokes a little with emotion. “Jinki-sshi would…” He buries his face into his hands.
Hikaru pats him understandingly on the back. “Is k, Jjong. We gots each other. S’why we gon plan together.”
Jonghyun looks at him with tears in his eyes. “Really? I c’n get hyung back?”
Hikaru gives him a thumbs-up. A shaky one, but a thumbs-up nonetheless. “Yeah. We gon steal ‘em back.”
Back at the Jimusho, midway through their third song collaboration (they both agree they’re on a roll), Yabu and Jinki sneeze simultaneously.
“Maybe we should take a break,” Yabu suggests as Jinki sniffles a little.
“Our members probably miss us,” Jinki replies, and they both laugh it off until they sneeze again, more violently this time.
They decide to break for a week.
~
TO BE CONTINUED LOL? Sorry couldn't fit in all of JUMP here 10 people is a lot you see
TOTALLY UNBETA'D & UNEDITED, PLS BE GENTLE
Watch Key working the girl moves here, I would totally link Inoo's puri-puri-pretty if they hadn't taken it down.
pair: gen
rating: pg
summary: Yes, this is exactly as its title suggests.
wordcount: 1837
note: Oh hai, I fell in love with SHINee and then back in love with JUMP and who doesn't like crossovers? I love crossovers. And considering how SHINee is debuting in Japan next March, I just kind of want all of them to be like BFFs. The title is what I imagine Johnny to call the entire collaboration. For real face. Dedicated to all the people who wanted to love both J-pop and K-pop with equal fervour. heyshameera & boukenrider pls believe that miracles may happen.
“Tell me again why we have to do it,” Hikaru grumbles, struggling to rub the sleep from his eyes.
“Because we’re the closest to their age and will most likely get along the best with them,” Yabu replies, his firm leader voice faltering from a stifled yawn. Beside him, Daiki has already fallen asleep - standing no less - into Inoo’s shoulder, whose eyes have already glazed over.
“Then why can’t Seven do it,” Hikaru continues, all but whining in light of the four hour flight delay, pushing their guests’ arrival time from 11 p.m. to 3 a.m. Next to him Takaki sways a little on his feet, blinking rapidly in hopes of keeping awake.
Yabu sighs. “You know they’re too young to stay out this late,” he explains as patiently as his sleep-deprived brain allows him to, setting his mind on ignoring the rest of Hikaru’s peevish mutterings and focusing on happy things instead - the blissful lack of rabid fans, for instance.
Just as the airport’s digital clock silently swaps its digits to 03:17 and Yabu begins to think, maybe the Koreans just wanted to smack them with a huge LOL JK, WE NVR WANTED TO COME TO UR COUNTRY LMAO and SM Entertainment never actually planned to send their talents over to debut in Japan, the Arrival doors slide open and the clatter of baggage trolleys fill the air.
Their reaction is instantaneous, professionalism instilled in them since the day they became a part of Johnny & Associates Inc - Yabu straightens, running over the welcome words in his mind as the rest of BEST shed their exhaustion, Hikaru standing taller, Takaki surreptitiously fixing his hair, Inoo watching on anxiously as Daiki fights a painful battle to stay awake.
Their Korean counterparts slide their way in, surrounded by staff and their enormous bags, and through the haze of fatigue Yabu does his best to match the names to the faces, making a valiant effort after his crash course just a week prior.
“Leader-chan, don’t look so serious,” Hikaru whispers next to him, and automatically a smile makes its way onto Yabu’s face, one he hopes is welcoming and charming in spite of the potential late-night early-morning crankiness. Across him, the leader - Onew/Jinki, Yabu reminds himself - cracks a grin as well, looking utterly delighted to have caught a glimpse of his Japanese parallel. It is warm and infectious and Yabu lets himself think that he’s genuinely happy to see SHINee safely landed in Narita airport.
It is all clockwork - something Yabu is thankful for when his brain is too spent to think of anything more creative than hello, how do you do, did you have a pleasant flight, nice to have you here, and he reaches for Onew’s hand, ready to spout his well-rehearsed annyeonghaseyo when the other boy beats him to it, grabbing his hand first and beaming at him, Korean accented Japanese tumbling rapidly from his mouth.
“I think you are really mad pretty!” he exclaims confidently, like a speech he’d been running over (possibly for the entire flight) and that he’d been unbearably eager to make. Yabu blinks, once, twice, and as much as he’s heard that he cannot help the heat that rushes to his cheeks. Through the corner of his eye he can see Takaki’s jaw drop, while Daiki - bitch that he is - wakes up sufficiently to giggle at his expense.
“Thank you?” he ventures carefully back in Korean, and while Onew’s grin gets wider his band mates instantly burst out laughing, wheezing and gasping and immediately, with the intuition of a leader, Yabu realizes that Onew has been duped. As he looks back at the other four members Yabu doesn’t need a translator to know that the questions he blurts at them in Korean are “Did I say that right? Why are you laughing?”
“I’m sorry about that,” the tallest one - Minho, Yabu registers, tall and slender and model-material - tells them apologetically, ducking his head and flashing the sliver of a smile. “We have the habit of bullying our leader.”
“That’s just the way we roll here,” Hikaru grins toothily at him, and Yabu decides to watch him more carefully over the course of SHINee’s stay.
----
“I can’t believe you believed us!” Jonghyun guffaws, clutching onto Kibum who is laughing too hard to say anything at all. “Mad pretty! You called him mad pretty!”
Jinki flushes, desperately ignoring their chuckles as he continues to apologize profusely to the leader of Hey! Say! JUMP. Quietly, he watches his plan to start off on the right foot (and become BFFs for life) crumble before his eyes.
“I’m so sorry about that,” he mumbles, hoping the sincerity of his words comes through even with his poor Japanese. Yabu smiles at him, patting him reassuringly on the back.
“It’s fine,” he says, in the kindest voice Jinki has heard throughout the trip so far. “It’s the nicest thing I’ve heard all day.”
Then it’s Jinki’s turn to feel the blood rushing to his face, a pleasant warmth tingling its way through his body until Taemin spoils it with the obnoxious exclamation of “Hyung, you’re starting to look like a tomato!”
Meanwhile, Daiki has fallen asleep in the midst of talking to Minho.
---
The next day, when they are sufficiently rested and caffeinated, the two rising contemporary pop groups of Japan and Korea meet each other officially; professionalism and polite manners all set to go.
“Hello, we are shining SHINee!” the foreign band choruses, before taking a deep bow. “Yoroshiku,” Onew adds sheepishly, and Yabu grins encouragingly back at him.
“We are Hey! Say! JUMP,” he replies. “Welcome to Japan.”
---
When they meet, Chinen and Taemin become instant best friends, bonding over elaborate dance routines and faster-than-the-naked-eye-can-register footwork. Taemin picks up complicated back flips while Chinen learns how to pop it and lock it. They spend whole lunches scheming together on how to steal Takaki’s hair dryer or sneak dye into Key’s shampoo.
After the first few papa photos and fancams make it out into the World Wide Web, fan communities explode from the sheer adorability of it. A fuckyeahtaechii tumblr is set up, fan art and shop photos quickly filling its pages, while fan fiction and macros flood the Hey Say and Shinee communities. Across the Internet a billion fans coo over the “Kouhai love” and “Maknae affection”, flailing over the you-can’t-deny-its-existence adoration between the two idols.
Nobody remembers that Ryutaro is actually the youngest.
---
Inoo is openly awed by Key’s affinity with girl group dances, and the latter doesn’t bother to pretend he doesn’t know.
“Whoa,” he breathes when Key executes another perfect performance of SNSD’s Hoot. “That was probably better than any Hello! Project dance routine I’ve seen.” He blushes a little, and Key thinks that it’s the cutest thing he’s seen since Taemin learnt how to use his puppy dog eyes. “I wish I could pull that off.”
“Why don’t I teach you?” Key remarks slyly, slinking an arm around the Japanese boy’s neck.
Days later, Daiki is mildly disturbed to find a multitude of juniors filing out of their practice room, each and every one of them sporting a nosebleed. When he catches one to get an answer, the boy blushes furiously and answers with a vague “Puri puri pretty” before dashing off.
He decides he doesn’t want to know.
---
Minho spends his free time studying, careful not to fall behind on his university work even while breaking into the Japanese market. It’s also a clever ruse to keep him from talking more than he has to, poring over the different methods of composition and the rule of thirds.
He’s thus a little surprised when the youngest member seems to see through his ploy.
“You’re majoring in film?” Ryutaro asks him, quiet and solemn and seemingly much older than his actual age of 15. Minho subconsciously compares him to the Taemin of 2008, 15 as well but so much more like a child than this Japanese teenager before him.
“I am,” he replies, wondering if he sounds too formal when he’s speaking to someone technically his junior. “At Konkuk University.”
Ryutaro nods like a sage. “I might do that, in the future. I quite like films.”
Minho quirks an eyebrow in interest. “What kind?”
It is only then that the younger boy grins at him, finally looking like his age. “Why don’t I show you?”
Later, Minho finds himself in hysterics over an old British series that Ryutaro claims to have borrowed from Keito - Mr. Bean or something like that - and he thinks, just maybe, this time he had finally found someone younger to hang out with for a change.
---
Hikaru and Jonghyun are tight. It’s like some brotherhood or something, of toothy grins and fist punches and jokes and I-got-your-back-man.
Basically, they go out and get drunk together.
“Y’know something Jjong,” Hikaru drawls, poking at the wood of the table. “We both, we have a problem.”
“Hrnn?” Jonghyun slurs back, struggling to coordinate his hands enough to down his 18th cup of sake.
“Our leaders!” Hikaru shouts, slamming his glass on the table and making the other boy start and spill half of his cup. “They be stealin’ themselves away!”
Jonghyun blinks blearily at him. “Stealin’ away?”
“Yez!” Hikaru exclaims, waving his hand about and spilling more alcohol down his shirt. “Don’t tells me…You ain’t noticed?”
Jonghyun’s eyes narrow to a squint as he takes a moment to process Hikaru’s words, and then they snap wide open. “Ah my gahhh.”
“Thass right,” Hikaru nods, triumphant in getting his point across. “They stealin’ each other.”
“Like, like all the times they spend,” Jonghyun goes a little cross-eyed trying to think of the words. “Together?”
“Co-writing lyrics or summat,” Hikaru mutters. “But noooooo. No lyrics take that long.”
Jonghyun gasps. “THEY SEEIN’ EACH OTHER,” he squawks, flailing a little till Hikaru’s hand claps across his mouth.
“Shhhhhh,” he hisses dramatically, glancing stealthily around the empty bar. “You gon let the fans know.”
Jonghyun nods rapidly and the other boy removes his hand. He stares disbelievingly at his suddenly empty sake cup. “To think -” he chokes a little with emotion. “Jinki-sshi would…” He buries his face into his hands.
Hikaru pats him understandingly on the back. “Is k, Jjong. We gots each other. S’why we gon plan together.”
Jonghyun looks at him with tears in his eyes. “Really? I c’n get hyung back?”
Hikaru gives him a thumbs-up. A shaky one, but a thumbs-up nonetheless. “Yeah. We gon steal ‘em back.”
Back at the Jimusho, midway through their third song collaboration (they both agree they’re on a roll), Yabu and Jinki sneeze simultaneously.
“Maybe we should take a break,” Yabu suggests as Jinki sniffles a little.
“Our members probably miss us,” Jinki replies, and they both laugh it off until they sneeze again, more violently this time.
They decide to break for a week.
~
TO BE CONTINUED LOL? Sorry couldn't fit in all of JUMP here 10 people is a lot you see
TOTALLY UNBETA'D & UNEDITED, PLS BE GENTLE
Watch Key working the girl moves here, I would totally link Inoo's puri-puri-pretty if they hadn't taken it down.