JE: Been There
Title: Been There
Author: moonbyrd
Fandom: JE
Disclaimer: Plausible but not real! I have no connection with any of these boys. True and depressing.
Characters: Ryo, Jin, Tegoshi
Rating: G
Notes: For mujun's latest commentfic challenge!
Summary: Friendship is an important resource for travel. :)
It should have surprised Ryo more, even as tired as he was, to key open his front door and be greeted with the sight of Akanishi Jin placing a disc in his surround sound system.
“That had better not be Jock Jams,” Ryo favored Jin with his darkest scowl.
Jin gazed back at Ryo with his best Empty Airhead expression, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, and innocently turned the volume knob on the stereo up to full blast.
Tegoshi cheered. “Dance music!” He pushed past Ryo, tossed his bag on the sofa and did a twirl, shouting along. “Are you ready for this?”
“Y’ALL READY FOR THIS,” the music blared in agreement.
Ryo rolled his eyes at his bandmate. “First of all, don’t encourage him. Secondly, you got it wrong. Jin, turn that crap off.”
“C’mon, Ryo-chan, lighten up,” Jin cackled over the music, “you’ve until noon tomorrow off!”
“And I’d rather not spend it looking for a new apartment when my neighbors complain to the landlord and he kicks me out!” Ryo stalked over to the stereo and jabbed the power button viciously.
Silence fell on the room like Massu on a buffet.
Ryo repressed a heavy sigh and the urge to rub at his temples. “Fat Jin, how did you even get into my apartment? I know I never gave you a key.”
Jin beamed at him. “I borrowed Pi’s!”
“…Does Pi know this?”
“I’m hurt. Struck to the quick, crushed, heartbroken, that you think me capable of such a display of gross intrusion of privacy and underhanded dealings of offences such as breaking and entering-“
This time, Ryo did sigh. “You don’t even know what those things mean.”
“I do too!” Jin shook his finger vigorously in front of Ryo’s eyes. “I learned it from Kato-kun’s homework the other day.”
Tegoshi whirled himself back toward Ryo. “That must have been the day Shige kept asking you what you’d done with his notebook,” he chirped brightly.
Ryo glowered at Jin. “Is there a point to this visit? I’m tired, I promised Tego-nyan I’d make him dinner, and I fully intend to get in at least six hours of sleep before I have to get up and start packing for that damned trip.”
“Poor Ryo-tan,” Tegoshi crooned, leaning his head on Ryo’s shoulder. “Filming is taking you overseas! It’s only for a couple of days, at least!”
Jin smiled, one of his rarely seen, honest, soft smiles. “That’s why I’m here, actually, your impending foreign travel.” He slipped a hand into his back pocket and pulled out a small, much abused, spiral-bound notebook, which he held out to Ryo.
“…Just because I’m going to America to film for three days doesn’t mean I need a full course in your obsessions with bad English lyrics.” Ryo’s grumble was instinctual as he took the notebook.
“Nah,” Jin said, and shrugged, smile turning slightly lopsided. “I got that out of the way right at the start. Nothing like Jock Jams to make you want to race back to happy Japanese pop music.”
Ryo snorted and flipped the notebook open, then paused. “Jin…”
Tegoshi leaned further forward to peer at the page. “Pleased to meet you,” he read softly, “I do not speak English well, where is the telephone, will you please draw me a map.”
Jin reached forward and brushed Ryo’s bangs out of his eyes. “It sucks, being stuck in a place where you don’t speak the language. I know you’ll only be there for a few days, but maybe this will help if you get into trouble or get separated from your manager or something.”
“They’re even written out phonetically,” Tegoshi murmured, tracing a finger down the page.
“I wrote all these down a couple of weeks after I got to Los Angeles.” Jin shrugged again.
Ryo swallowed audibly. “I’m. I’m surprised there aren’t any dirty pick up lines in here,” he rasped, trying to cover the emotion in his eyes with his usual sarcasm.
“They’re on page sixteen.” Jin waggled his eyebrows. “Now. Now that I’ve terrorized you, I’m going to go home. I’ve got a hot date with Dragonball tonight.” He ruffled Tegoshi’s hair. “Be sure he makes you something with a full course of vegetables and make sure he eats it.”
Eyes bright, Tegoshi saluted. “That's why I came,” he said simply. He glanced upward at Ryo, smiling at what he saw on the older boy’s face, and turned away to disappear into the kitchen.
“Jin,” Ryo’s voice was soft, “…thanks.”
Jin flicked Ryo’s nose. “Have a good time in America, Ryo-chan.”
All at once, the notebook was tossed aside and Jin was pulled into a fierce hug. “If you think I’m going to waste my time in America poking through your chicken scratch and longing for home,” Ryo muttered into Jin’s shoulder, “you’re probably right.”
Author: moonbyrd
Fandom: JE
Disclaimer: Plausible but not real! I have no connection with any of these boys. True and depressing.
Characters: Ryo, Jin, Tegoshi
Rating: G
Notes: For mujun's latest commentfic challenge!
Summary: Friendship is an important resource for travel. :)
It should have surprised Ryo more, even as tired as he was, to key open his front door and be greeted with the sight of Akanishi Jin placing a disc in his surround sound system.
“That had better not be Jock Jams,” Ryo favored Jin with his darkest scowl.
Jin gazed back at Ryo with his best Empty Airhead expression, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, and innocently turned the volume knob on the stereo up to full blast.
Tegoshi cheered. “Dance music!” He pushed past Ryo, tossed his bag on the sofa and did a twirl, shouting along. “Are you ready for this?”
“Y’ALL READY FOR THIS,” the music blared in agreement.
Ryo rolled his eyes at his bandmate. “First of all, don’t encourage him. Secondly, you got it wrong. Jin, turn that crap off.”
“C’mon, Ryo-chan, lighten up,” Jin cackled over the music, “you’ve until noon tomorrow off!”
“And I’d rather not spend it looking for a new apartment when my neighbors complain to the landlord and he kicks me out!” Ryo stalked over to the stereo and jabbed the power button viciously.
Silence fell on the room like Massu on a buffet.
Ryo repressed a heavy sigh and the urge to rub at his temples. “Fat Jin, how did you even get into my apartment? I know I never gave you a key.”
Jin beamed at him. “I borrowed Pi’s!”
“…Does Pi know this?”
“I’m hurt. Struck to the quick, crushed, heartbroken, that you think me capable of such a display of gross intrusion of privacy and underhanded dealings of offences such as breaking and entering-“
This time, Ryo did sigh. “You don’t even know what those things mean.”
“I do too!” Jin shook his finger vigorously in front of Ryo’s eyes. “I learned it from Kato-kun’s homework the other day.”
Tegoshi whirled himself back toward Ryo. “That must have been the day Shige kept asking you what you’d done with his notebook,” he chirped brightly.
Ryo glowered at Jin. “Is there a point to this visit? I’m tired, I promised Tego-nyan I’d make him dinner, and I fully intend to get in at least six hours of sleep before I have to get up and start packing for that damned trip.”
“Poor Ryo-tan,” Tegoshi crooned, leaning his head on Ryo’s shoulder. “Filming is taking you overseas! It’s only for a couple of days, at least!”
Jin smiled, one of his rarely seen, honest, soft smiles. “That’s why I’m here, actually, your impending foreign travel.” He slipped a hand into his back pocket and pulled out a small, much abused, spiral-bound notebook, which he held out to Ryo.
“…Just because I’m going to America to film for three days doesn’t mean I need a full course in your obsessions with bad English lyrics.” Ryo’s grumble was instinctual as he took the notebook.
“Nah,” Jin said, and shrugged, smile turning slightly lopsided. “I got that out of the way right at the start. Nothing like Jock Jams to make you want to race back to happy Japanese pop music.”
Ryo snorted and flipped the notebook open, then paused. “Jin…”
Tegoshi leaned further forward to peer at the page. “Pleased to meet you,” he read softly, “I do not speak English well, where is the telephone, will you please draw me a map.”
Jin reached forward and brushed Ryo’s bangs out of his eyes. “It sucks, being stuck in a place where you don’t speak the language. I know you’ll only be there for a few days, but maybe this will help if you get into trouble or get separated from your manager or something.”
“They’re even written out phonetically,” Tegoshi murmured, tracing a finger down the page.
“I wrote all these down a couple of weeks after I got to Los Angeles.” Jin shrugged again.
Ryo swallowed audibly. “I’m. I’m surprised there aren’t any dirty pick up lines in here,” he rasped, trying to cover the emotion in his eyes with his usual sarcasm.
“They’re on page sixteen.” Jin waggled his eyebrows. “Now. Now that I’ve terrorized you, I’m going to go home. I’ve got a hot date with Dragonball tonight.” He ruffled Tegoshi’s hair. “Be sure he makes you something with a full course of vegetables and make sure he eats it.”
Eyes bright, Tegoshi saluted. “That's why I came,” he said simply. He glanced upward at Ryo, smiling at what he saw on the older boy’s face, and turned away to disappear into the kitchen.
“Jin,” Ryo’s voice was soft, “…thanks.”
Jin flicked Ryo’s nose. “Have a good time in America, Ryo-chan.”
All at once, the notebook was tossed aside and Jin was pulled into a fierce hug. “If you think I’m going to waste my time in America poking through your chicken scratch and longing for home,” Ryo muttered into Jin’s shoulder, “you’re probably right.”