[Fic] Gir-Boyfriend
Title: Gir-Boyfriend
Pairing: Jinda. or so Jin insists. :D
Rating: PG
Genre: Comedy. :D I try my best in my work. XD
A/N: For my darhling sister because she requested for this random scary image to be put into words. *nyah!*
Summary: All hell breaks loose when Jin decides to use Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend to get his message across to Ueda.
(Watch for some background information. XDXD)
Akanishi Jin cracked a lazy eye open and stole a glance at his boyfriend, then at the clock. 30 minutes had passed since the last time he checked the time, and it was as though Ueda had somehow let the inner stone in him take over. There he was, sitting cross-legged on his fluffy white rug, guitar over his lap, scribbling endlessly onto pieces of paper scattered all over the flattened cuddly polar bear he had his butt on for the past hour.
“Ueda-san?”
Silence. Jin groaned. He wished he could throw that bloody piece of wood out of the window.
“Tat-chan~~”
“Don’t ‘Tat-chan me.”
“Won’t you just look at me?” Jin whined, “I’ve pouted, sulked, yawned, posed, fidgeted, napped for the past half hour and all you’ve done is stare at your stupid scores! And those pieces of paper aren’t even half as cute as I am! Haven’t you moved at all?”
Ueda rolled his eyes. “Akanishi, one, I don’t care what you have been doing. Two, I believe my scores are smarter than you, really. Don’t protest. Three, I don’t think you’re cute, period. And four, obviously I do move, because I have a brain, unlike you; which sometimes makes me wonder how your body has adapted to function without one,” Ueda tried more chords on his acoustic instrument, not even bothering to look away from his music.
“Tat-chan… You’re evil, you know that? (>.<)” Jin let a lazy arm dangle from the couch he was sprawled on to the floor, an obvious pout on his luscious lips.
“How many times do have to repeat to let it sink into your thick skull? Don’t Tat-chan me. Perhaps I have to literally smack it in?”
“But Kame calls you Tat-chan. And so does Nakamaru. And so does that woman. So why can’t I call you Tat-chan???” Jin protested, sitting up straight and leaning all the way out on Ueda’s couch.
“Because I don’t like it. And she has a name, Akanishi.”
“Why should I care about her name? It’s definitely not as nice as mine and she stole you from me. Can’t you call me by my given name? J-i-n~~~” he practically sang his name out.
“You’re bloody annoying, Akanishi. And someone here desperately needs to keep his ego in place. I’ll give you a clue: the person’s not me.”
Jin sulked and sank back into the couch once more.
*~*~*~*~*
“Ueda-saaaaaaaaaaan, talk to me; I’m bored.”
Ueda struggled to keep his temper down to not end the life of the lead singer of KAT-TUN prematurely. As sad as it was, his career in the group depended on Bakanishi, as Nakamaru liked to constantly remind him.
Completely missing the wrath behind the punctuated strum on the guitar, Jin had continued his babbling of Ueda ignoring the presence of the one and only after he had started two-timing him. It had been barely a moment of silence.
“Akanishi,” Ueda breathed through gritted teeth, “We are not a couple, you hear me?”He had almost snapped his guitar’s metallic strings, ruining his manicure in the process. Okay, now the princess was pissed.
“But we are together!! So says all Jinda fangirls! You cheated on me with that woman” Jin raised his voice, leaping off the couch.
Ueda willed himself not to throw his beloved wooden companion at Akanishi. It would probably shatter due to the thickness of Akanishi’s skull anyway. “Only in your dreams, Akanishi.”
“But-”
Gackt’s deep voice cut short Jin’s whining, which was reduced to an astonished yelp and he disgracefully jumped back in fright. He glared accusingly at the offending object which was projecting strains of Returner.
Ueda, on the other hand, welcomed his idol’s vocals as a bucket of refreshing water to cool his pretty heated head. The flashing name of said woman on the screen further brought a smile to his porcelain face.
Both of their eyes met in understanding, which narrowed to challenging glares as they leapt from their respective places on the floor and made a wild leap for the innocent trembling handphone lying abandoned a short distance away.
In the midst of a tangle of limbs, Ueda managed to elbow Jin roughly in the ribs, sending him reeling a good metre away.
“Hai, moshimoshi. ♥♥♥”
Jin groaned, eyes closed, wondering how his violent leader could evolve into the gentle Prince Charming in an instant. Sulking, he could feel the jealous little monster growing in his toned chest. He needed to get that stupid boyfriend-snatching bitch away from his Tat-chan. But how…
The answer dawned on him like a bolt of lightning, coursing through his every vein. It was so simple he swore he was the reincarnation of Einstein. He bounced up from the polar bear-rug, glaring at the handphone in Ueda’s hand with extreme distaste. He dug his iPod out of his skinny jeans and scrolled through his playlist until he found what he was looking for. With a confident smirk, he plugged it into Ueda’s speakers.
*~*~*~*~*
Tat-chan was happily exchanging sweet-nothings, Akanishi’s irritating presence completely ignored and long forgotten.
“Hey! Hey! You! You! I don't like your girlfriend!”
What the-?
He nearly dropped his handphone in shock and utter horror. There was Akanishi, with his lamp-stand in hand, singing along to the karaoke version of Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend blaring from his speakers.
“Excuse me, dear, while I get rid of a very annoying and unfortunate fly that got into my room.” Ueda used his hand to cover his DoCoMo, “AKANISHI! Shut the hell up!”
That was only replied with a “Hey! Hey! You! You! I could be your-” an awkward pause, “boyfriend!” A dazzling smile replaced the confounded look on Akanishi’s face. Hell, that guy could be so pleased with himself just for finding the English word for the other gender of ‘girlfriend’?
Ueda accepted the fact that whether Jin understood whatever he just said, he was clearly not going to shut up. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and ventured further into his room, returning to his phonecall, keeping a safe distance away from Akanishi.
“Hey! Hey! You! You! I know that you like me. No way! No way! No it's not a secret,” Jin threw a suggestive wink at Ueda, causing the latter to shudder and swear never to look in Akanishi’s direction again.
“Hey! Hey! You! You! I want to be your boyfriend.” The last word was practically a scream. Jin pouted at Ueda’s determination not to acknowledge his existence. He waltzed over to where the princess was, unplugged and un-lampshade-d lamp-stand tagging along. “You're so fine, I want you mine; you’re so delicious,” accented the last word with a seductive swipe of tongue over his full lips, head cocked to the side.
Ueda’s eyes grew large and he hastily turned away, still chatting on the phone, cheeks colouring slightly. But Jin was not giving up just yet. He gracefully stepped before the horrified leader, leaning dangerously close with his mike-stand/lamp-stand, “I think about you all the time; you're so addictive.” Suggestive wriggling of eyebrows sent Ueda fleeing to the other end of his room, stuttering in speech.
Jin silently congratulated himself on Ueda’s reaction, smirking smugly to his ‘mike’. “Don't you know what I could do to make you feel alright?” he sang cheerily, doing a random air-guitar with the lamp-stand.
“Don't pretend I think you know I'm damn precious.” Jin pranced around the room, swinging his mike-stand with style. He bounced over to where Ueda was, sneaking up behind the petite singer. “I can tell you like me too and you know I'm right.” Jin took the opportunity to attempt to kiss Ueda, but the boxer stepped away effortlessly, causing Jin to end up smooching the wall.
“Akanishi! Urusai da yo!”
“She's like so whatever. You could do so much better,” Jin marched behind Ueda, determined not to lose his Tat-chan. “I think we should get together now,” he jumped to the drum-beat, feeling every bit like the rock star he was not. “And that's what everyone's talking about!”
Head bobbing to the beat, he somehow managed to wrestle the handphone away from a very stunned and clearly distracted Ueda.
“Hey! Hey! You! You! I don't like your girlfriend!” he bellowed into the phone, holding it well above his head so his vertically-challenged princess could only jump and swear in a futile attempt to get it back.
There was a short silence at the other end of the line. “Um… I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Jin frowned, unable to find a repartee. “Well, I don’t like you, then. (^_^);;”
Then, a loud disturbing groan. Ueda had knee-d Jin roughly, efficiently reclaiming procession of his phone and brutally injuring mini-Jin.
Jin winced, tears coming into his eyes. He could hear Ueda apologising profusely to his girlfriend about a loony random janitor in the Jimusho. A certain spark ignited in him and he gritted his teeth in determination - the show had to go on. That was something inculcated in every Johnny.
“I can see the way; I see the way you look at me. And even when you look away I know you think of me,” he lowered his voice to a seductive whisper, trailing cautiously behind Ueda, who was picking up his pace.
“Akanishi! Quit following me around my room!”
“I know you talk about me all the time again and again,” Jin incorporated a small segment of Pinky dance-moves, making full use of his ‘mike-stand’.
“Akanishi, believe me, I don’t,” Ueda hissed, returning back to his phonecall.
“So come over here, tell me what I want to hear,” he did a sexy come-hither pose, tongue gracing his lips again. “Better yet, make your girlfriend disappear! I don't want to hear you say her name ever again,” he shouted, making sure he got his message across.
Jin gave a trademark drool-worthy smirk and jumped onto Ueda’s canopy bed, his choice of stage for the chorus. “Hey! Hey! You! You! I don't like your girlfriend!” he sang into the light bulb mike, hands cupped around the delicate glass, body bent forward in rockers’ style. He bounced all over the silken sheets, declaring “I could be your boyfriend” until Ueda came and shooed him off.
He leapt off with style, fashionably ditching his mike-stand, choosing to ignore the distinct sound of glass shattering and Ueda’s very, very, very angry (but still beautiful) face. He did a suave pose and his signature hip-swaying before marching in a circle around Ueda.
“In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger,” Jin directed said part of anatomy to the nether region between his legs. “'Cause I can, cause I can do it better,” he did a little march à la Hayato in Gokusen.
Ueda rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time and turned away, but Jin merely slid in front of him. “There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in?” More hip-swaying climaxed to Jin leaning into Ueda’s ear and screaming with wild abandon into the phone,
“She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?” (^_^)V
“Akanishi! Mou ii!!!”
The door swung open and Ueda booted Akanishi out, his iPod following closely behind, landing with an awful thwonk on Jin’s head. To hell with his career; he could go solo with Love in Snow.
“Kamenashi! 1 minute to clear your Akanishi from my sight or I’ll send him to the slaughterhouse!”
A flash of brown and the gentle of twirling of leaves floating back to the ground, the spot outside Ueda’s door was empty.
“Gomen ne, the janitor forgot to take his medication. Again.”
*~*~*~*~*
*master fic list
A/N: Okay, that’s it!!! :D Sis, I hope you like it. :D
And yes Paddy, I wrote JINDA!!! XDXD Oh, and that’s your rug featured up there, in case you can’t tell. XD
This will probably be my last fic before my 3-week-hiatus to go mug for my EOYs. All the best to fellow Singaporeans and anybody else who has to go kill some brain cells for the exams. (^_^)
Kindly pardon any typos/grammatical/vocabulary mistakes. m(=.=)m
Lyrics from Complete Album Lyrics
Comments are love!!! :D *HINT HINT*
Pairing: Jinda. or so Jin insists. :D
Rating: PG
Genre: Comedy. :D I try my best in my work. XD
A/N: For my darhling sister because she requested for this random scary image to be put into words. *nyah!*
Summary: All hell breaks loose when Jin decides to use Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend to get his message across to Ueda.
Click to view(Watch for some background information. XDXD)
Akanishi Jin cracked a lazy eye open and stole a glance at his boyfriend, then at the clock. 30 minutes had passed since the last time he checked the time, and it was as though Ueda had somehow let the inner stone in him take over. There he was, sitting cross-legged on his fluffy white rug, guitar over his lap, scribbling endlessly onto pieces of paper scattered all over the flattened cuddly polar bear he had his butt on for the past hour.
“Ueda-san?”
Silence. Jin groaned. He wished he could throw that bloody piece of wood out of the window.
“Tat-chan~~”
“Don’t ‘Tat-chan me.”
“Won’t you just look at me?” Jin whined, “I’ve pouted, sulked, yawned, posed, fidgeted, napped for the past half hour and all you’ve done is stare at your stupid scores! And those pieces of paper aren’t even half as cute as I am! Haven’t you moved at all?”
Ueda rolled his eyes. “Akanishi, one, I don’t care what you have been doing. Two, I believe my scores are smarter than you, really. Don’t protest. Three, I don’t think you’re cute, period. And four, obviously I do move, because I have a brain, unlike you; which sometimes makes me wonder how your body has adapted to function without one,” Ueda tried more chords on his acoustic instrument, not even bothering to look away from his music.
“Tat-chan… You’re evil, you know that? (>.<)” Jin let a lazy arm dangle from the couch he was sprawled on to the floor, an obvious pout on his luscious lips.
“How many times do have to repeat to let it sink into your thick skull? Don’t Tat-chan me. Perhaps I have to literally smack it in?”
“But Kame calls you Tat-chan. And so does Nakamaru. And so does that woman. So why can’t I call you Tat-chan???” Jin protested, sitting up straight and leaning all the way out on Ueda’s couch.
“Because I don’t like it. And she has a name, Akanishi.”
“Why should I care about her name? It’s definitely not as nice as mine and she stole you from me. Can’t you call me by my given name? J-i-n~~~” he practically sang his name out.
“You’re bloody annoying, Akanishi. And someone here desperately needs to keep his ego in place. I’ll give you a clue: the person’s not me.”
Jin sulked and sank back into the couch once more.
*~*~*~*~*
“Ueda-saaaaaaaaaaan, talk to me; I’m bored.”
Ueda struggled to keep his temper down to not end the life of the lead singer of KAT-TUN prematurely. As sad as it was, his career in the group depended on Bakanishi, as Nakamaru liked to constantly remind him.
Completely missing the wrath behind the punctuated strum on the guitar, Jin had continued his babbling of Ueda ignoring the presence of the one and only after he had started two-timing him. It had been barely a moment of silence.
“Akanishi,” Ueda breathed through gritted teeth, “We are not a couple, you hear me?”He had almost snapped his guitar’s metallic strings, ruining his manicure in the process. Okay, now the princess was pissed.
“But we are together!! So says all Jinda fangirls! You cheated on me with that woman” Jin raised his voice, leaping off the couch.
Ueda willed himself not to throw his beloved wooden companion at Akanishi. It would probably shatter due to the thickness of Akanishi’s skull anyway. “Only in your dreams, Akanishi.”
“But-”
Gackt’s deep voice cut short Jin’s whining, which was reduced to an astonished yelp and he disgracefully jumped back in fright. He glared accusingly at the offending object which was projecting strains of Returner.
Ueda, on the other hand, welcomed his idol’s vocals as a bucket of refreshing water to cool his pretty heated head. The flashing name of said woman on the screen further brought a smile to his porcelain face.
Both of their eyes met in understanding, which narrowed to challenging glares as they leapt from their respective places on the floor and made a wild leap for the innocent trembling handphone lying abandoned a short distance away.
In the midst of a tangle of limbs, Ueda managed to elbow Jin roughly in the ribs, sending him reeling a good metre away.
“Hai, moshimoshi. ♥♥♥”
Jin groaned, eyes closed, wondering how his violent leader could evolve into the gentle Prince Charming in an instant. Sulking, he could feel the jealous little monster growing in his toned chest. He needed to get that stupid boyfriend-snatching bitch away from his Tat-chan. But how…
The answer dawned on him like a bolt of lightning, coursing through his every vein. It was so simple he swore he was the reincarnation of Einstein. He bounced up from the polar bear-rug, glaring at the handphone in Ueda’s hand with extreme distaste. He dug his iPod out of his skinny jeans and scrolled through his playlist until he found what he was looking for. With a confident smirk, he plugged it into Ueda’s speakers.
*~*~*~*~*
Tat-chan was happily exchanging sweet-nothings, Akanishi’s irritating presence completely ignored and long forgotten.
“Hey! Hey! You! You! I don't like your girlfriend!”
What the-?
He nearly dropped his handphone in shock and utter horror. There was Akanishi, with his lamp-stand in hand, singing along to the karaoke version of Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend blaring from his speakers.
“Excuse me, dear, while I get rid of a very annoying and unfortunate fly that got into my room.” Ueda used his hand to cover his DoCoMo, “AKANISHI! Shut the hell up!”
That was only replied with a “Hey! Hey! You! You! I could be your-” an awkward pause, “boyfriend!” A dazzling smile replaced the confounded look on Akanishi’s face. Hell, that guy could be so pleased with himself just for finding the English word for the other gender of ‘girlfriend’?
Ueda accepted the fact that whether Jin understood whatever he just said, he was clearly not going to shut up. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and ventured further into his room, returning to his phonecall, keeping a safe distance away from Akanishi.
“Hey! Hey! You! You! I know that you like me. No way! No way! No it's not a secret,” Jin threw a suggestive wink at Ueda, causing the latter to shudder and swear never to look in Akanishi’s direction again.
“Hey! Hey! You! You! I want to be your boyfriend.” The last word was practically a scream. Jin pouted at Ueda’s determination not to acknowledge his existence. He waltzed over to where the princess was, unplugged and un-lampshade-d lamp-stand tagging along. “You're so fine, I want you mine; you’re so delicious,” accented the last word with a seductive swipe of tongue over his full lips, head cocked to the side.
Ueda’s eyes grew large and he hastily turned away, still chatting on the phone, cheeks colouring slightly. But Jin was not giving up just yet. He gracefully stepped before the horrified leader, leaning dangerously close with his mike-stand/lamp-stand, “I think about you all the time; you're so addictive.” Suggestive wriggling of eyebrows sent Ueda fleeing to the other end of his room, stuttering in speech.
Jin silently congratulated himself on Ueda’s reaction, smirking smugly to his ‘mike’. “Don't you know what I could do to make you feel alright?” he sang cheerily, doing a random air-guitar with the lamp-stand.
“Don't pretend I think you know I'm damn precious.” Jin pranced around the room, swinging his mike-stand with style. He bounced over to where Ueda was, sneaking up behind the petite singer. “I can tell you like me too and you know I'm right.” Jin took the opportunity to attempt to kiss Ueda, but the boxer stepped away effortlessly, causing Jin to end up smooching the wall.
“Akanishi! Urusai da yo!”
“She's like so whatever. You could do so much better,” Jin marched behind Ueda, determined not to lose his Tat-chan. “I think we should get together now,” he jumped to the drum-beat, feeling every bit like the rock star he was not. “And that's what everyone's talking about!”
Head bobbing to the beat, he somehow managed to wrestle the handphone away from a very stunned and clearly distracted Ueda.
“Hey! Hey! You! You! I don't like your girlfriend!” he bellowed into the phone, holding it well above his head so his vertically-challenged princess could only jump and swear in a futile attempt to get it back.
There was a short silence at the other end of the line. “Um… I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Jin frowned, unable to find a repartee. “Well, I don’t like you, then. (^_^);;”
Then, a loud disturbing groan. Ueda had knee-d Jin roughly, efficiently reclaiming procession of his phone and brutally injuring mini-Jin.
Jin winced, tears coming into his eyes. He could hear Ueda apologising profusely to his girlfriend about a loony random janitor in the Jimusho. A certain spark ignited in him and he gritted his teeth in determination - the show had to go on. That was something inculcated in every Johnny.
“I can see the way; I see the way you look at me. And even when you look away I know you think of me,” he lowered his voice to a seductive whisper, trailing cautiously behind Ueda, who was picking up his pace.
“Akanishi! Quit following me around my room!”
“I know you talk about me all the time again and again,” Jin incorporated a small segment of Pinky dance-moves, making full use of his ‘mike-stand’.
“Akanishi, believe me, I don’t,” Ueda hissed, returning back to his phonecall.
“So come over here, tell me what I want to hear,” he did a sexy come-hither pose, tongue gracing his lips again. “Better yet, make your girlfriend disappear! I don't want to hear you say her name ever again,” he shouted, making sure he got his message across.
Jin gave a trademark drool-worthy smirk and jumped onto Ueda’s canopy bed, his choice of stage for the chorus. “Hey! Hey! You! You! I don't like your girlfriend!” he sang into the light bulb mike, hands cupped around the delicate glass, body bent forward in rockers’ style. He bounced all over the silken sheets, declaring “I could be your boyfriend” until Ueda came and shooed him off.
He leapt off with style, fashionably ditching his mike-stand, choosing to ignore the distinct sound of glass shattering and Ueda’s very, very, very angry (but still beautiful) face. He did a suave pose and his signature hip-swaying before marching in a circle around Ueda.
“In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger,” Jin directed said part of anatomy to the nether region between his legs. “'Cause I can, cause I can do it better,” he did a little march à la Hayato in Gokusen.
Ueda rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time and turned away, but Jin merely slid in front of him. “There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in?” More hip-swaying climaxed to Jin leaning into Ueda’s ear and screaming with wild abandon into the phone,
“She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?” (^_^)V
“Akanishi! Mou ii!!!”
The door swung open and Ueda booted Akanishi out, his iPod following closely behind, landing with an awful thwonk on Jin’s head. To hell with his career; he could go solo with Love in Snow.
“Kamenashi! 1 minute to clear your Akanishi from my sight or I’ll send him to the slaughterhouse!”
A flash of brown and the gentle of twirling of leaves floating back to the ground, the spot outside Ueda’s door was empty.
“Gomen ne, the janitor forgot to take his medication. Again.”
*~*~*~*~*
*master fic list
A/N: Okay, that’s it!!! :D Sis, I hope you like it. :D
And yes Paddy, I wrote JINDA!!! XDXD Oh, and that’s your rug featured up there, in case you can’t tell. XD
This will probably be my last fic before my 3-week-hiatus to go mug for my EOYs. All the best to fellow Singaporeans and anybody else who has to go kill some brain cells for the exams. (^_^)
Kindly pardon any typos/grammatical/vocabulary mistakes. m(=.=)m
Lyrics from Complete Album Lyrics
Comments are love!!! :D *HINT HINT*