[Drabble] 10 Little Boys and a Non-Work Safe Photoshoot (001: First)
Title: 10 Little Boys and a Non-Work Safe Photoshoot
Group/pairing: Hey! Say! JUMP in general, various implied pairings now and then
Prompt: Table 2, .001: First
Word Count: 1,267
Rating: G-PG (SAFE! But as a precaution, PG)
Summary: The HSJ guys decide to talk about a rather interesting photoshoot that their seniors had done.
Disclaimer: A girl can dream, that one day, she'll own all of them JE guys. But as of now, Kitagawa owns them. Sad, but true.
Notes: Okay, this thing was the result of Jin's An-an shoot. I was chatting with a friend, and somehow we got to the topic of "which HSJ would do it?" I voted Yama-chan, though honestly I hope none of them does it >.< Hope you enjoy reading this!
Ryutaro was slightly annoyed.
No, he was slightly more than annoyed.
He was simply trying to do his math homework, what was wrong with that? But it was just too noisy for him to focus. The girls in class were making a racket over the latest an-an issue.
“Kyaaaaa Akanishi-kun~~~” One squealed and ran past Ryutaro’s table, holding the magazine tightly to her chest. Ryutaro scoffed and picked up his pencil case, which had been mercilessly cast to the ground by the whirlwind of other deranged fangirls that followed the first one.
He was almost relieved when the History teacher walked in.
After school, Ryutaro passed a magazine stand, on his way to the TV studios.
There, on a stand, was a slightly battered copy of an-an, undoubtedly one of the last copies that had not been snatched away by the crowds of fangirls that had come by earlier the day.
He took out his wallet.
And bought the latest issue of Shounen Jump.
Ryutaro entered the dressing room, and found Keito, Chinen, Yabu, Yuto, Ryousuke, Takaki and Hikaru already there.
Takaki was on the couch, bent over the magazine. Ryutaro groaned and threw his bag down on the dressing table.
“What’s with the craze over Akanishi-kun’s photoshoot?” Ryutaro asked; an edge of annoyance to his voice.
Takaki looked up from his copy, an almost offended look on his face, “It’s Akanishi Jin, duh! Remember Yamashita-kun’s one? And Matsumoto-kun?”
Ryutaro preferred not to.
Takaki went back to clawing at the pages of his copy, muttering something along the lines of “how can you do this to me….” Yuto gave him a sympathetic pat on the back.
“As long as it isn’t Ohno-kun, I’m fine~” Chinen skipped around the room.
“Hey, I wonduh whish one hoff us hesh gonnuh duh that in tuh futuruh,” Hikaru asked from another corner, mouth filled with the contents of the empty energy bar wrapper in his hands.
6 pairs of eyes shot over to Ryousuke, who was in front of the mirror practicing his kissy faces for the camera.
“Okay, wait, we are not discussing this!” Yabu warned the younger kids, or as he liked to call them, his kids.
Ryousuke turned around when he noticed everyone was looking at him. He raised his eyebrows rather innocently.
“Well… why not?”
“Yama-chan!” Yuto and Yabu looked horrified.
“Well he was the first one to go topless for a concert…” Keito commented.
“We all went topless for that Myojo photoshoot, Keito,” Ryutaro said, shivering at the memory.
“Yeah, but we did it in front of a camera. He did it live in front of the fans. And he took it off bit by bit,” Keito replied.
“But don’t you think it’s kind of exciting?” Ryousuke smirked. It was Yuto’s turn to feel depressed. Takaki gave him a sympathetic pat on the back.
Ryutaro was gaping at Ryousuke.
Hikaru swallowed hard, and looked over at Takaki.
“Nee, Takaki, what about you?”
Takaki had his head down for a moment, and Hikaru was worried that he had angered him, but all of a sudden he stood up, the magazine falling from his lap. Yuto was knocked forward as Takaki slapped his back to push himself up.
“Yosh! If Yamashita-kun, Matsumoto-kun and Akanishi-kun can do it, so can I!”* (Notes: There’s a bit in an episode of Shounen Club, after Yamapi’s an-an shoot I think. Shige was saying “If Yamashita-kun can do it, so can I!” xD)
“Takaki, don’t you dare-” Yabu shouted and moved to snatch the magazine away from Takaki.
“If Ohno-kun approves, then I’ll do it!” Chinen continued to skip around the room.
Ryutaro could only stare in disbelief at the baby-faced boy bouncing around the room.
Hikaru looked at Keito.
“What about you, Keito?”
“I’m an English gentleman. English gentlemen don’t do such things,” he replied coolly, and returned to his book.
Takaki was running around the room like a ditzy fangirl holding the magazine while Yabu chased after him. Ryousuke was trying to convince a very distraught Yuto that he had been joking.
At that moment, the doors opened. Inoo and Daiki stepped in.
“Hey guys! Sorry we’re late, you wouldn’t believe-” Inoo stopped short when he saw the magazine in Takaki’s hands.
He stared and his lower jaw nearly unhinged. Then he snapped around and ran screaming down the corridor.
There was silence.
Yabu took the chance to take the magazine away from Takaki, who started whining and beating Yabu to get his magazine back.
“What the…?” Ryutaro raised a questioning eyebrow at Daiki.
“You really shouldn’t have let him see that magazine. Today, Inoo was asked by one of the prettiest girls on campus to go for lunch with her. At lunch she pulled out that mag and asked Inoo-chan if he could get Akanishi-kun to autograph it for her,” Daiki sighed, closing the door behind him.
“Ouch,” Ryutaro cringed.
“And that isn’t the end of it. Inoo-chan was polite and accepted that request. Somehow word got out and every other Akanishi-kun fan on campus was asking Inoo to help them get their copies signed. Inoo-chan was mobbed. He ran over and hid near my school gate and waited for me to come out so we could come here together…”
“Shouldn’t we go lo-Takaki stop being ridiculous!” Yabu swatted at Takaki, clearly irritated that the younger boy was now continuously poking at Yabu’s sides, hoping he would give in and hand him back the magazine. “Shouldn’t we go look for Inoo-chan?”
“Nah, it’s alright, he ran away on the streets just now, shrieking. It was really embarrassing. But anyway, 5 minutes later he was somehow back, and he was fine.”
“I’m gonna go look for him,” Hikaru darted out, worry painted on his face. Daiki just shrugged and went to perfect his already perfected hair. The moment Daiki sat down, Chinen stopped bouncing all over the room and went to sit on his lap.
Ryutaro started flipping through his Shounen Jump while he waited for the stylists to arrive.
“HA!” Takaki finally took his magazine back with a triumphant cry, and suddenly pointed at Ryousuke.
“I challenge you, Yamada Ryousuke, that when the time comes, I’ll be the first from the Heisei Johnny’s generation to do the An-an photoshoot!”
“Nuh-uh, you’re not! Challenge accepted!”
Yuto whimpered and tucked into a corner of the sofa to emo.
“I’m older than you, so I’ll get the offer more easily!”
“Takaki, I’m warning-” Yabu tried wrestling the magazine out of Takaki’s hands.
“Yeah, but I’ve got way more sex appeal than you! AND I’m used to taking my clothes off already!”
“-you, don’t even-”
“You’re still a kid! I’ll go ask Akanishi-kun for advice and-”
“-think about doing that-”
When Hikaru came back after coaxing Inoo that it was okay and that there were no fangirls around to mob him, he found Ryutaro squatted outside their dressing room, flipping through his Shounen Jump.
“Why aren’t you inside?”
Ryutaro sighed, “They’re still bickering over the magazine-”
Inoo flinched and glanced around nervously. Hikaru put an arm around his shoulders and squeezed him lightly, muttering that it was okay and that Hikaru was there to protect him anyway.
“-and Takaki-kun challenged Yama-chan as to who would get the An-an offer first, out of us Heisei Johnny’s.”
Hikaru gaped. Ryutaro shrugged and went back to reading.
From the dressing room came a loud yell:
“EVERYONE, SHUT UP! IF ANYONE’S GETTING THAT OFFER FIRST, IT’S ME!”
Yabu’s voice echoed in the stunned silence of the corridor.
~End~
Group/pairing: Hey! Say! JUMP in general, various implied pairings now and then
Prompt: Table 2, .001: First
Word Count: 1,267
Rating: G-PG (SAFE! But as a precaution, PG)
Summary: The HSJ guys decide to talk about a rather interesting photoshoot that their seniors had done.
Disclaimer: A girl can dream, that one day, she'll own all of them JE guys. But as of now, Kitagawa owns them. Sad, but true.
Notes: Okay, this thing was the result of Jin's An-an shoot. I was chatting with a friend, and somehow we got to the topic of "which HSJ would do it?" I voted Yama-chan, though honestly I hope none of them does it >.< Hope you enjoy reading this!
Ryutaro was slightly annoyed.
No, he was slightly more than annoyed.
He was simply trying to do his math homework, what was wrong with that? But it was just too noisy for him to focus. The girls in class were making a racket over the latest an-an issue.
“Kyaaaaa Akanishi-kun~~~” One squealed and ran past Ryutaro’s table, holding the magazine tightly to her chest. Ryutaro scoffed and picked up his pencil case, which had been mercilessly cast to the ground by the whirlwind of other deranged fangirls that followed the first one.
He was almost relieved when the History teacher walked in.
After school, Ryutaro passed a magazine stand, on his way to the TV studios.
There, on a stand, was a slightly battered copy of an-an, undoubtedly one of the last copies that had not been snatched away by the crowds of fangirls that had come by earlier the day.
He took out his wallet.
And bought the latest issue of Shounen Jump.
Ryutaro entered the dressing room, and found Keito, Chinen, Yabu, Yuto, Ryousuke, Takaki and Hikaru already there.
Takaki was on the couch, bent over the magazine. Ryutaro groaned and threw his bag down on the dressing table.
“What’s with the craze over Akanishi-kun’s photoshoot?” Ryutaro asked; an edge of annoyance to his voice.
Takaki looked up from his copy, an almost offended look on his face, “It’s Akanishi Jin, duh! Remember Yamashita-kun’s one? And Matsumoto-kun?”
Ryutaro preferred not to.
Takaki went back to clawing at the pages of his copy, muttering something along the lines of “how can you do this to me….” Yuto gave him a sympathetic pat on the back.
“As long as it isn’t Ohno-kun, I’m fine~” Chinen skipped around the room.
“Hey, I wonduh whish one hoff us hesh gonnuh duh that in tuh futuruh,” Hikaru asked from another corner, mouth filled with the contents of the empty energy bar wrapper in his hands.
6 pairs of eyes shot over to Ryousuke, who was in front of the mirror practicing his kissy faces for the camera.
“Okay, wait, we are not discussing this!” Yabu warned the younger kids, or as he liked to call them, his kids.
Ryousuke turned around when he noticed everyone was looking at him. He raised his eyebrows rather innocently.
“Well… why not?”
“Yama-chan!” Yuto and Yabu looked horrified.
“Well he was the first one to go topless for a concert…” Keito commented.
“We all went topless for that Myojo photoshoot, Keito,” Ryutaro said, shivering at the memory.
“Yeah, but we did it in front of a camera. He did it live in front of the fans. And he took it off bit by bit,” Keito replied.
“But don’t you think it’s kind of exciting?” Ryousuke smirked. It was Yuto’s turn to feel depressed. Takaki gave him a sympathetic pat on the back.
Ryutaro was gaping at Ryousuke.
Hikaru swallowed hard, and looked over at Takaki.
“Nee, Takaki, what about you?”
Takaki had his head down for a moment, and Hikaru was worried that he had angered him, but all of a sudden he stood up, the magazine falling from his lap. Yuto was knocked forward as Takaki slapped his back to push himself up.
“Yosh! If Yamashita-kun, Matsumoto-kun and Akanishi-kun can do it, so can I!”* (Notes: There’s a bit in an episode of Shounen Club, after Yamapi’s an-an shoot I think. Shige was saying “If Yamashita-kun can do it, so can I!” xD)
“Takaki, don’t you dare-” Yabu shouted and moved to snatch the magazine away from Takaki.
“If Ohno-kun approves, then I’ll do it!” Chinen continued to skip around the room.
Ryutaro could only stare in disbelief at the baby-faced boy bouncing around the room.
Hikaru looked at Keito.
“What about you, Keito?”
“I’m an English gentleman. English gentlemen don’t do such things,” he replied coolly, and returned to his book.
Takaki was running around the room like a ditzy fangirl holding the magazine while Yabu chased after him. Ryousuke was trying to convince a very distraught Yuto that he had been joking.
At that moment, the doors opened. Inoo and Daiki stepped in.
“Hey guys! Sorry we’re late, you wouldn’t believe-” Inoo stopped short when he saw the magazine in Takaki’s hands.
He stared and his lower jaw nearly unhinged. Then he snapped around and ran screaming down the corridor.
There was silence.
Yabu took the chance to take the magazine away from Takaki, who started whining and beating Yabu to get his magazine back.
“What the…?” Ryutaro raised a questioning eyebrow at Daiki.
“You really shouldn’t have let him see that magazine. Today, Inoo was asked by one of the prettiest girls on campus to go for lunch with her. At lunch she pulled out that mag and asked Inoo-chan if he could get Akanishi-kun to autograph it for her,” Daiki sighed, closing the door behind him.
“Ouch,” Ryutaro cringed.
“And that isn’t the end of it. Inoo-chan was polite and accepted that request. Somehow word got out and every other Akanishi-kun fan on campus was asking Inoo to help them get their copies signed. Inoo-chan was mobbed. He ran over and hid near my school gate and waited for me to come out so we could come here together…”
“Shouldn’t we go lo-Takaki stop being ridiculous!” Yabu swatted at Takaki, clearly irritated that the younger boy was now continuously poking at Yabu’s sides, hoping he would give in and hand him back the magazine. “Shouldn’t we go look for Inoo-chan?”
“Nah, it’s alright, he ran away on the streets just now, shrieking. It was really embarrassing. But anyway, 5 minutes later he was somehow back, and he was fine.”
“I’m gonna go look for him,” Hikaru darted out, worry painted on his face. Daiki just shrugged and went to perfect his already perfected hair. The moment Daiki sat down, Chinen stopped bouncing all over the room and went to sit on his lap.
Ryutaro started flipping through his Shounen Jump while he waited for the stylists to arrive.
“HA!” Takaki finally took his magazine back with a triumphant cry, and suddenly pointed at Ryousuke.
“I challenge you, Yamada Ryousuke, that when the time comes, I’ll be the first from the Heisei Johnny’s generation to do the An-an photoshoot!”
“Nuh-uh, you’re not! Challenge accepted!”
Yuto whimpered and tucked into a corner of the sofa to emo.
“I’m older than you, so I’ll get the offer more easily!”
“Takaki, I’m warning-” Yabu tried wrestling the magazine out of Takaki’s hands.
“Yeah, but I’ve got way more sex appeal than you! AND I’m used to taking my clothes off already!”
“-you, don’t even-”
“You’re still a kid! I’ll go ask Akanishi-kun for advice and-”
“-think about doing that-”
When Hikaru came back after coaxing Inoo that it was okay and that there were no fangirls around to mob him, he found Ryutaro squatted outside their dressing room, flipping through his Shounen Jump.
“Why aren’t you inside?”
Ryutaro sighed, “They’re still bickering over the magazine-”
Inoo flinched and glanced around nervously. Hikaru put an arm around his shoulders and squeezed him lightly, muttering that it was okay and that Hikaru was there to protect him anyway.
“-and Takaki-kun challenged Yama-chan as to who would get the An-an offer first, out of us Heisei Johnny’s.”
Hikaru gaped. Ryutaro shrugged and went back to reading.
From the dressing room came a loud yell:
“EVERYONE, SHUT UP! IF ANYONE’S GETTING THAT OFFER FIRST, IT’S ME!”
Yabu’s voice echoed in the stunned silence of the corridor.
~End~