One-shot: Yamapi In The Men’s Room With The Wicked Dance Move

[sashjun]

Title: Yamapi In The Men’s Room With The Wicked Dance Move
Pairing/Group: Ryo/Ueda, Yamapi, Jin, random cameos of other Johnnys’
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Two timelines.
Notes: Around 11 200 words. There are two timelines: Standard text is the present one taking place in Paris and is moving forwards, the one in Courier font takes place in the past, in Japan, and is moving backwards.
This is a collaboration fic written for je_devilorangel with tokeruyouna. Originally posted here. Thanks to our beta drphoenix! The existence of this fic would not be possible without amazing brainwaves, strong will and lots of patience. ♥
Summary: Jin is having his first ever show in Europe. Yamapi, Ryo and Ueda somehow get invited to support him. Or maybe just to make sure that Jin does not steal any (more) disco balls.


"I found the perfect souvenir!" Jin announces as he turns around in the narrow store and holds up a black t-shirt.

"The Moulin Rouge in silver glitter?" Ueda raises his eyebrows. "Who would want that?"

"I thought I would be nice and get them for the rest of KAT-TUN since they were too lame to come to Paris to see my first European show," Jin answers, "and ‘Moulin Rouge’ means ‘sexy girls’ in French."

"It means ‘red mill,’" Ryo corrects. "It used to be a brothel but now just has some musical."

"Like I said," Jin repeats, "sexy girls."

"I’m not sure whether you knowing that makes you well-informed or creepy," Yamapi says to Ryo. "Hey Jin, they have that same design in wifebeaters."

"Really?" Jin looks over to where Yamapi is pointing. "Then I’ll get Koki one of those. More his style."

"If that was any guy’s style, he wouldn’t be fit to go out in public," Ryo mumbles as he picks up a spoon. Why on earth do people buy those things? "Shot glasses for souvenirs?" he asks Ueda when the other picks two up.

"Nah, I think I might need them before that if I am spending four days in Paris with the three of you," Ueda says. "Though that still sounds better than getting one of those glitter-tastic brothel shirts from Jin and having to see him pout until I wear it."

-

"I think I went blind from all the bling in that souvenir shop," Ryo say as they get inside the hotel.

"I’m hungry," Ueda announces distractedly, waiting for his room key. Jin snatches it from him and grins.

"You two stay here, no need to go upstairs," he explains.

Yamapi grabs both Ueda’s and Ryo’s bags. "We will drop these off for you. You can ask about a restaurant to go to in the meantime," he says.

"What?" Ueda tries to take his bag back. "I just need to wash up," he mutters.

"Don’t be such a princess," Jin says, shaking his head and already heading for elevator. "Just use your French to get us to some nice place to eat."

Ueda glares at him.

"Ah, for that, I’m staying," Ryo smirks. Yamapi pats Ueda on the shoulder and quickly disappears after Jin.

"Uhm," Ueda looks at the man at the reception who raises an eyebrow at him. "Where can I buy some good food?" he asks in French. He can do this. But the guy stays silent, except his eyebrow moves even higher.

"Where can I buy croissants?" Ueda tries again. Well, it is food. The receptionist only shakes his head.

"Crepes?" Ueda asks next, his neck a little flushed now. Ryo is leaning on the reception counter, watching the hotel hall, but Ueda sees him smirk a little.

The guy at the reception says something this time, but it is too fast and jumbled and Ueda catches nothing. He furrows his eyebrow. He asks again and tries with chocolate mousse and macaroons, but the receptionist keeps looking at him rather dumbly after that. Only maybe he is laughing on the inside as well. Something Ryo is doing quite openly next to Ueda.

"French toast?" Ueda asks at the end, running out of food to ask about. Ryo laughs harder and as he leans back, he manages to ring the silver reception bell. He turns to look at it, and Ueda sees his grinning face and big nose distorted by the bell’s round walls. He grins himself.

"You are just using random French-sounding food," Ryo accuses Ueda matter of factly. "You have no clue what you are doing,"

"I do! He just needs to speak a little slower," Ueda retorts.

"Ready?" Yamapi shouts then, appearing from behind Ryo.

"What took you so long?" Ueda asks, quickly moving away from the reception.

"Sorry, guys. But everything is safely hidden now," Jin says and throws his arm around Yamapi’s shoulder happily. "Right?"

"Hidden? Why would you hide souvenirs in a hotel room?" Ueda questions.

"There’s no way someone would want to steal that ugly t-shirt, Jin," Ryo agrees.

"He meant that we put it neatly away," Yamapi explains. "So what about the place to eat?"

Ueda huffs.

Ryo laughs. "We’ll just have to look ourselves. No one understands Ueda’s French. Or more like, I can speak it as well as he can."

"Shut up," Ueda does not let him continue.

"But you sure know loads of French sounding food," Ryo concludes, nudging Ueda and leading them back onto the street.

*

I’m pretty sure they have condoms in France," Yamapi says, laughing, while Jin runs his hand across the shelf full of different kinds of them.

"Which ones do you think Ueda likes?"

"They’re probably called the same thing in France too," Yamapi doesn’t let go of the subject, watching Jin as he loads their basket with several handfuls of condoms in matted silver boxes.

"These look French enough and they don’t have much writing on them," Jin mutters then adds another handful. "I would probably end up buying some weird flavoured ones or ones too big for Ueda over there. I speak English, not French, you know." Jin looks around the aisle, searching for something. "I’m not taking chances here. We need to be prepared."

Yamapi does not comment, only throws four bottles of lube into the basket.

"That much?" Jin raises an eyebrow this time.

"I’m just matching the amount of condoms in there," Yamapi shrugs.

Jin nods and heads to the cashier. When she eyes him rather funnily, he points to Yamapi. "This young man is very active," he says and pays for the condoms, leaving the lube for Yamapi.

"How would you know?" Yamapi flashes the girl at the cash register a smile. "I like the strawberry flavored one the best."

Jin laughs at her stunned expression but pulls his hat a little lower.

"You better hope they don’t make you go through luggage search at the airport. With this amount I would not be surprised if they made you claim them." Yamapi says as they leave.

"Which is why you are the one taking them. I can’t afford any problems; you know I am an international star."

*

"Jin actually looks nervous," Ueda comments from beneath the stage, tapping his foot to the rhythm of the first song on the play list.

"I think it’s the disco ball," Ryo nods. "He keeps staring at it."

"Well, a European debut is a big deal, no matter where he plays," Yamapi says seriously, watching the disco ball instead of Jin.

"I’m going out," Ueda says suddenly and heads for the exit.

"Huh?" Ryo asks intelligently.

"Ryo, go after him!" Yamapi orders frantically.

"Why should I? He is a big boy." Ryo crosses his hands in front of his chest, eyes still on Jin on stage.

"What if he gets lost, all alone?" Yamapi pushes Ryo in the direction of the door out. "I’ll go make sure Jin does not attack the disco ball. I’m counting on you to make sure he does not get a heart attack because Ueda is wandering alone, lost in Paris, on the day of his concert."

"I don’t think Jin would even notice," Ryo says but runs after Ueda anyway.

"Where are you going?" Ryo asks when he catches up to Ueda, a difficult tasks since he practically melted into a crowd of people wearing strange, possibly fashionable clothes, hurrying around the city.

"I’m looking for a coffee shop. Jin looked like he could use a cup of coffee," Ueda says, skimming the shop windows.

"You know, we were in a bar. I think they could have made him coffee there."

"There were only sound technicians there, and they looked like they could barely take care of Jin sounding good. I doubt any of them would be capable of running that complicated coffee machine at the bar."

"True," Ryo nods then looks around and realizes he already has no clue where they are.

"Here," Ueda points happily and moves closer to where he sees paper cups through the coffee shop window.

"You know, maybe we should find a Starbucks." Ryo grabs Ueda’s sleeve.

"Why?" Ueda looks between Ryo’s face and where Ryo is still clutching at his elbow in confusion.

"Because people at the reception didn’t understand your French," Ryo points out, chuckling despite himself.

"Oh come on! I remember that much," Ueda pouts, tugs his arm away and heads inside the shop determinedly.

Ryo really wants to see this. Ueda patiently waits till it is his turn then tries to place his order but ends up pointing frantically to the coffee maker repeating café café. The waiter smirks at Ueda’s effort but nods at the end. They pay and wait at the small counter, Ryo craning his neck to see what is going on because Ueda is turning kind of pale.

The waiter puts a paper cup much smaller than the ones Yamapi likes to abuse so much down in front of them. It is half empty, and Ueda only stares, mouth closing and opening like a fish. Ryo has to suppress an urge to call him fish lips. Instead he peers into the cup.

"I was wondering how people drink coffee to go around here despite how everyone keeps bumping into each other," Ryo says cheerfully, "Now I get it." He picks up the cup and makes Ueda hold it. "I think you have a serious chance of bringing some of that back to Jin."

"Shut up," Ueda mutters and goes to stand in the queue one more time. They bring four of the small cups back. Jin laughs really hard and does not look one bit nervous after that. When neither Ryo nor Ueda are looking, he gives Yamapi quick thumbs-up before returning to stage.

-

Ueda sips on his drink, smiling contently when the audience calls Jin out for an encore. On stage, Jin grins and says something that might have been French. The audience cheers, and next to him Ryo laughs.

"Jin’s French is better than yours," he says.

Ueda rubs his nose and shrugs his shoulders. "Maybe, but at least I don’t have a crush on any disco balls." Ryo looks up, and Ueda watches the small, broken pieces of reflecting light pass across his face.

When the show ends, Jin goes to stand in the middle of the dance floor, gesturing for Yamapi to come over. Yamapi has to push a few girls trying to get an autograph from Jin away, but he manages to stand next to him.

"What on earth are you doing here?" Yamapi looks around at the girls freely taking pictures of Jin.

"I need you to help me steal the disco ball." Jin points above his head.

"Why? It’s not like you don’t have several of them among your stage props."

"But this one is real, working, spinning disco ball from a bar in which I had my first European concert. I want a souvenir," Jin explains, chasing a stray light the ball casts over Yamapi’s shoulder with his finger.

Yamapi rolls his eyes. "We have more important things to do now."

"But Yamapi," Jin whines.

"You know, stealing disco balls is a crime. You do not want to get chased by French police, do you? Especially since apparently none of us can really speak French," Yamapi chuckles, glancing to the side where Ryo and Ueda are ordering another drink.

Jin gives the ball one last longing look. "Okay, true. That rumor wouldn’t probably be all that cool," he shouts over the loud dance music that starts playing.

"Exactly, now smile and pick up a few chicks willing to go back to the hotel with us. Try to go for the tall ones. Or just the ones that don’t like short people."

Jin gives him thumbs up. "The ones that like men manly, not feminine," he adds and then turns to the closest girl still trying to catch his attention.

"How do you feel about midgets that like girly looking men the best?" he asks her in English.

*

"I have big news," Jin says to the room at large. Only when the silence gets kind of long and no one from KAT-TUN seems eager to ask for details, Jin continues. "I’m having my first concert in Europe!"

That has Ueda looking at him properly. "In Europe? Where?"

Jin beams as the rest of them slowly focus on the matter at hand. "In Paris," he says dramatically.

"What venue?" Koki asks, suddenly grinning widely.

"A bar?" Jin says slowly. "Not the point. I’m inviting you to come and support me," he adds quickly, suddenly looking smug.

"Yeah, since when do you need our support?" Koki asks seriously. "Are you a crybaby that needs to ship his friends over because he is afraid he won’t sell out one small bar?"

"I thought it would be fun?" Jin says hesitantly. "So, who is coming?"

Ueda studies Jin for a moment while Jin stands there, seemingly a little nervous, stepping from foot to foot.

"Well, I would like to see the city," he starts.

"That’s the spirit!" Jin jumps in.

"Anyone else going?" Ueda asks. "It is Europe," he muses.

"I don’t think it’s a good idea," Kame says a bit reluctantly. Junno and Nakamaru nod.

"I thought you would enjoy shopping there," Ueda tilts his head.

"I hear taxi drivers over there are kind of mean," Kame says, staring at the floor.

"Uhm," Ueda says, looking confused, then spots Juno and Koki silently laughing in a corner.

"And you know. I don’t want to get involved with any other taxi driver. Ever," Kame blurts out. "Plus I don’t think it’s worth the trip. You’ll be jetlagged and tired for most of it, and you will have to listen to Akanishi brag the entire time."

Ueda looks dubious for a moment.

"I’m paying for the hotel," Jin adds in quickly. "And for the plane ticket."

Ueda lights up. A free trip to Paris. He can live through the jetlag in exchange for that.

"Are you all really just not going to go?" he asks the others incredulously.

"I have school," Nakamaru shrugs.

"I think Kame’s right. You know, minus the taxi thing," Junno adds and chuckles again. Koki only laughs into his sleeve a little more.

"Fine," Jin says, pouting, "You are saving me some money with your ignorance. Thanks for the support, Ueda," he says, turning to Ueda.

"No problem. I’m really going more for the city than for you anyway." Ueda grins and nudges Jin playfully. "But congrats," he adds.

"You’d better not make us look bad over there," Koki warns Jin.

"Don’t worry. It’ll be the best, and you’ll forever regret not coming," Jin says happily and starts to leave. "I’m going to mail you the details," he says to Ueda. "We are sharing a room. I hope you’re excited."

Ueda slumps into a chair.

"You’ve got what you wanted," Nakamaru chuckles when he sees Ueda’s slightly horrified expression.

*

"Maybe this would be a little easier if we invited at least one of those fans who took pictures of you," Yamapi says when Jin meets him by the bar-alone.

"I’m not that lame," Jin grunts, motioning for a beer. "I almost made one come with us already."

"But we need like four. You know, one for each to make it look balanced."

"At least four," Jin nods.

"Don’t be ambitious," Yamapi says bitterly and orders two pink drinks with silver umbrellas in them. "I’m going over there; meet me here in an hour."

"Let’s go," Yamapi shouts at Ryo over loud music two hours later. A girl is hanging off each of his arm, but he looks a bit haggard, like partying requires hard physical labor. Ueda appears next to Ryo, and they both eye the girls with suspicion.

"Are they coming with us?" Ueda asks slowly.

"Don’t worry, Jin has two more, so that you can have some fun too," Yamapi says cheerfully.
Ryo chuckles and Ueda just rolls his eyes, but they follow Yamapi outside. They walk to the hotel, the girls walking with Jin giggling constantly while one of those that Yamapi leads keeps glancing back at Ueda and Ryo.

"That one actually has a nice ass," Ueda points out.

Ryo shrugs. "I like the blonde on Jin’s left," he says conversely.

"Ah, so you are a breast man at the end," Ueda chuckles.

Ryo makes a grimace. "Not necessarily."

"Liar," Ueda bumps shoulders with him.

In the hotel room, Ueda somehow ends up drinking with the two girls who are amused by his French attempts. He does not notice when Ryo joins them, but sometimes he feels like he is the bubbliest one of all four of them.

Jin and Yamapi keep refilling their glasses with some fancy champagne. When Ueda gets not only tipsy but also sleepy, he excuses himself to the bathroom. When he gets back, he is faced with pouting Jin and Yamapi.

"The girls want to leave," Yamapi says.

"Because you two keep acting gay, and it’s boring," Jin adds.

Ueda raises an eyebrow and glances over where Ryo is half sleeping on one of the girl’s shoulders, yet still trying to chat the other sitting with him up. When he yawns, she practically melts.

"What are you talking about?" Ryo shouts at them, overhearing the gay part.

"Ryo-chan, can I have a second?" Jin calls him over. He and Yamapi drag Ueda across the room, while Ryo shuffles to meet them.

"You two and your gay are spoiling our fun, and we want some true European partying to happen. So we decided it’s the time for you to call it a night," Jin says quickly.

"What?" Ryo protests.

"You look tired and should rest," Yamapi explains much slower.

"Together," Jin adds.

"Next door," Yamapi says, already opening the connecting door to the room Jin and Ueda are sharing.

"Good night," Jin says as he pushes slightly stunned Ueda and Ryo into it.

"Have fun together!" Yamapi adds.

"Hey!" Ryo shouts.

"Didn’t you just say we should sleep?" Ueda ponders, yawing.

The door closes, and Ryo turns to him, hands on his hips.

"Why didn’t you help me? We are stuck here, and I don’t have the key from my room on me."

"Oh, that sucks," Ueda says, eyebrows furrowing as he searches for his own key, finally noticing he left it next door as well. "I’m going to bed now," he says, "but you can continue glaring if you want," he adds, already climbing to bed.

"I do not glare," Ryo tells the connecting door and pulls off his shirt, "and if you steal my covers, I'm going to kick you," he says to Ueda on his way to the bed.

-

"Maybe we could go out to dance," Yamapi suggest to the suddenly solemn room. It’s been getting progressively quieter ever since they locked Ueda and Ryo next door.

"Yeah!" Jin shouts cheerfully, throwing an arm around the shoulders of the nearest girl and grins. "Let’s dance." Only Yamapi finds that funny.

"Where did the other two disappear?" the girl Ryo has been sleeping on asks. "They were cute," she continues, and another girl nods enthusiastically.

"And fun," she adds.

"Oh, don’t mind them. They like each other more than girls," Jin says quickly and pulls all the girls to standing. "Let’s go," he orders and they all pile outside the hotel in confusion.

"Any good club you know?" Yamapi asks then, barely knowing where he is. The girls hook arms together, two and two, and start walking down the street.

"How did the mood get spoiled so quickly?" Jin wonders as he too loops arms with Yamapi while they walk behind their company.

"How did Ueda manage to be so popular? Is it because he looks like one of them?" Yamapi slurs in response, and Jin laughs a little. They turn a corner then another, and suddenly all is quiet.

"Hey, wait, where are the girls?" Jin asks in confusion.

"They were just here," Yamapi mumbles, pointing ahead of them.

"I think they left us," Jin says, but somehow he sounds more amused than sad.

"Well so much for a wild orgy," Yamapi comments dryly.

"Did we really plan on having one?" Jin asks, looking around in wonder. "Do you know where we are?" he continues after a moment.

Yamapi shakes his head. "But the weather is nice. Let’s walk around."

They stumble through narrow streets and some bigger boulevards, dim lights turning into neon-lit commercials, until Jin shivers lightly from the cold and Yamapi feels it against his shoulder.

"We should get back already. We have to be up tomorrow," he says and heads towards where he can see a street still busy this late at night.

They manage to hail a taxi and show him the hotel address. The car slides through Paris, Jin with his nose against the glass, Yamapi looking over his shoulders, both admiring the lights and shadows playing outside.

"I think he drove us around the entirety of Paris before dropping us off," Yamapi mumbles when there is no money left in his wallet after he pays for the taxi.

"So worth it," Jin sighs, turning around to look at the city for the last time before the spinning door forces him into the hotel.

*

"Silver pants?" Koki repeats the secret code when Jin finally opens the door for him and pulls him inside. "An entry code, Jin? Are you five years old?"

"Jin doesn’t want us to go to Paris," Kame says right away, not letting Jin or Yamapi speak.

"You can go to Paris; just some other time," Yamapi replies patiently.

"Why do we want to go to Paris?" Koki asks.

"Jin is having a concert there," Nakamaru explains.

"In a bar," Junno chuckles.

"Hey, it’s a cool bar, okay? It even has a disco ball," Jin says.

"There are all kinds of balls in Japanese bars too," Junno says happily.

"Shut up, Taguchi," Kame and Jin both say. Koki cracks up.

"Why even tell us if you don’t want us there?" Koki asks at the end.

"Because we are going to invite you, and you have to say you don’t want to go," Yamapi jumps in. "Please."

"I’m still a little confused about why you are doing this," Nakamaru says slowly.

"We have a plan," Jin says, and Yamapi puts a hand on his shoulder to stop him before saying more. Nakamaru is good friends with Ueda.

"It’s kind of a secret." Yamapi explains. "Please."

Jin nods.

"I just don’t get why I have to play along. Plus I want to go. I have no reason not to go when you are paying," Kame says, hands on his hips.

Yamapi turns to look at him. "What will your cooperation cost us?" he asks cautiously.

"I want to know the secret behind your recent dance improvement. You are getting way too good too quickly," Kame blurts out, ears turning a little pink.

"Thank you for the compliment," Yamapi grins then continues in a business-like tone, "If I tell you my secret, will you and your bandmates decline the offer to go to Jin’s concert in Paris when he invites you no matter what?"

"Hey, that’s not fair," Koki jumps in.

"Agreed," Kame says in a rush.

"Traitor," Nakamaru says, but he is kind of laughing. He prefers to stay out of crazy plans constructed by Jin and Yamapi that are to unveil in Paris.

"Well," Kame prompts Yamapi.

"It’s no big secret really. I just practice a lot, watch old Koichi-sempai videos, drink only tap water and eat lots of good yakiniku after every work out to reward myself," Yamapi grins.

"I don’t believe you," Kame says dejectedly.

"I swear. Oh, I also started to wash my teeth from left to right only, and I visualize how sexy I am every night before falling asleep. It’s all about routine and confidence, Kamenashi-kun. It’s all in your head."

"My American dancers always say the same," Jin adds to help Yamapi out. Kame bites his lip.

"It’s a deal then," Yamapi says quickly. "Now you better keep your promise, or I’ll tell Koichi sempai that it was KAT-TUN who stole his pants." Yamapi uses his last trump card. He and Jin leave before KAT-TUN can protest any further.

*

"Remind me why I am waking up to your ugly face," Ueda groans.

"Because Jin flew us to Paris to celebrate his first show in the European market," Ryo snorts, "in a bar. Then he and Pi picked up some English-speaking girls and brought them back and wanted to party all night. The girls apparently whined about not wanting to orgy with gay guys, so Jin pushed us into your room then locked the door that joins it to my and Pi's room."

"I should have listened to Kame and stayed home," Ueda whines. "Now we're stuck here because my key is in the other room."

"And the people at the hotel desk didn't understand your French," Ryo snickers. "But we would just get lost if we tried to go out anyway. All the buildings here look about the same. I'm going to take a shower."

Ueda stares unabashedly at Ryo when he walks out of the shower ten minutes later with a towel around his waist.

"Do you have to look at me like that?" Ryo asks.

"If you mind, put something on," Ueda shrugs.

"And if I don't mind?" Ryo questions.

"Then I'm going to keep ogling you because I certainly don't mind," Ueda says, looking Ryo up and down.

"Weren't you calling me ugly earlier?" Ryo asks, and Ueda thinks he might be flexing his arm muscles a little.

"I called your face ugly," Ueda responds.

"Yeah, well, your face is ugly too," Ryo says.

"If you don't want to see it, you could always turn around," Ueda winks.

-

"It looks like Jin left his key card here," Ryo says when Ueda gets out of the shower.

"Really? Maybe we should go out anyway then," Ueda says. "It’s not like we’ll be coming back to Paris any time soon."

"Okay," Ryo agrees, pulling on his underwear and letting the towel drop from his waist.

"You wear silver underwear?" Ueda asks with raised eyebrows, barely holding in a giggle.

"Shut up," Ryo says. "You’re in Johnny’s too. They’re just like our costumes, except more awesome in a smaller package."

"‘More awesome in a smaller package,’" Ueda snorts. "Sounds like some pickup line you would use."

"My package is not so small," Ryo says defensively, pointing to said package currently outlined under the silver underwear.

"It just looks big because the rest of you is so tiny," Ueda laughs.

"Whatever," Ryo grunts and pulls on the sparkly Moulin Rouge wifebeater Jin had bought as a souvenir for Koki.

"You are going to walk around Paris in that?"

"My shirt from last night smells like beer," Ryo explains, "and wearing this is way more dignified than wearing one of your shirts."

-

"Oh look, Ryo is wearing the t-shirt with the glittery Moulin Rouge on it. That makes following them easy," Yamapi laughs, pointing out of the hotel window, then quickly grabs his money and camera.

"Isn’t the mill on the front?" Jin wonders as they both take stairs by two, not wanting to let Ryo and Ueda out of their sight.

"It has thick silver hemming," Yamapi says and puts on thick sunglasses.

"Thank god for crazy fangirls; I have just the disguise for tailing people down to the last notch," Jin pulls his hat into his eyes enthusiastically and starts walking faster. Yamapi keeps taking random pictures as they go.

"You will never know what those buildings were anyway."

"I’m just hoping that on the pictures I will be able to tell them apart," Yamapi shrugs, taking a picture of Jin’s hat.

Ryo and Ueda turn out to be good guides to Paris, and Jin breaks into an excited run when they turn a corner and find themselves in the park leading to the Eiffel tower.

Under the construction, Ryo and Ueda seem to be having a rather heated discussion about something. Jin gets bored of just watching them point up and down and to the left and the right.

"I want to hear what is going on," he says and moves behind a guy heavily laden with different sizes of replicas of Eiffel Tower. The small towers are either kitschy gold or an unnatural silver and they make loud clacking noises as the guy walks around and approaches different tourists.

"Hey buddy, go that way," Jin says and grabs the guy by the shoulder, trying to steer him closer to Ryo and Ueda. The guy plays along-smirking until Jin gets tired, still unable to hear what is going on. Instead he starts to look through the souvenirs the guy is selling.

"These key chains would work like dog collar decorations too," he muses.

"Jin," Yamapi says hurriedly, "let’s go, they’re moving."

"Sorry buddy," Jin says to the souvenir seller and starts to leave. But the guy reaches for him, trying to push the biggest Eiffel tower he is selling into Jin’s hand, and Yamapi sees a few more sellers coming closer.

"We are going to lose them," Yamapi says annoyed, glancing at Ryo and Ueda, who had decided to take the stairs up and are making their way to the entrance.

Jin jumps back and away from another attempt of the guy to pull at his hand.

"Sorry, man, I don’t want this," Jin shouts and turns on his heel. But the guy is persistent and tails him, talking to him in French. Yamapi sees people looking at them weirdly and he swears.

"They are going to notice us," he mumbles and changes direction, speeding up. Jin is right behind him, but so are now several souvenir sellers.

Their fast walking quickly turns into running, and they head for the park, metal clanging of miniature towers in their ears. They seem to lose the guys at the end of the park, but keep on running until neither of them can anymore. The Eiffel tower now looks almost like one of those miniatures they have just run away from, too far to go back to.

"The souvenir sellers in Tokyo are much nicer," Jin heaves out.

Yamapi kicks him into the shin. "So much for tailing Ryo and Ueda," he mumbles. Jin pouts.

*

"Ryo!" Jin shouts then waves from across the busy restaurant.

"Hi," Ryo says as he slides down to his seat. "What’s going on that you are willing to pay for my dinner?"

Jin grins at him, "I have great news. I’m having a concert in some bar in Paris and I want you to come see it," he says quickly, pointing to two glasses of beer on the table. "Cheers to me!"

Ryo blinks, takes a sip from his beer then blinks again. "Why?"

"Because you are my friend and I want you to witness my first European show ever," Jin rattles away like he practiced it before coming.

"No, I meant why in Paris all of the sudden and in a bar?" Ryo explains.

"What! The bar is really cool. It even has a disco ball!" Jin defends. "It’ll be so much fun!"

"How does a disco ball make a bar cool?" Ryo asks doubtfully.

"You just have to go and see for yourself," Jin says then kicks Ryo under the table. "And you are focusing on all of the wrong things. I’m having a show in Europe, and you are invited. You should be happy for me and say that you are coming."

"I have seen enough disco balls in concert venues to last me a life time," Ryo says, bemused.

"Ryo," Jin gets impatient. "It’s Paris. You like to travel and I’m paying. So are you coming or not?"

Ryo eyes Jin for a moment then grabs his bear, "Hotel and the flight ticket and everything?"

Jin nods.

"Congratulation on your European debut," Ryo raises his glass and smirks from behind it, getting beer foam on his upper lip. "But you had better get us some nice hotel to stay in."

Jin just shakes his head and pulls his phone out, suddenly looking much more excited. "I’m texting Yamapi that you are coming too. I can’t wait to see the Eiffel Tower!"

"What happened to the bar with the disco ball?"

*

It is quite easy for Ryo and Ueda to move from one famous site to another. Most of them are in a walking distance from each other, though it is starting to be a lot of walking as the day progress. Ryo having a very handy Paris guide helps a lot too.

"I would never expect you to bring something like that. You’re really prepared," Ueda muses as they peek over the said guide, deciding where to go.

"What were you expecting?" Ryo asks, distracted.

"You being more interested in how French kissing really is?" Ueda says carelessly, remembering all the public displays of affection they have seen that day. People kissed anywhere and everywhere.

"Well I certainly got to see lot of that today," Ryo mumbles, still concentrating on the book. "Though, I’m kind of glad I can show you that I’m not a complete douche," he adds as an afterthought.

It takes a while until it registers, and then they look at each other.

"Right," Ueda speaks after a moment of awkward silence, "where do we go next?"

"I think I’ve had enough of tall historic buildings for a while. What about a park to sit in for a while?" Ryo suggests. Ueda nods and they follow the street map, content to just silently observe their surroundings.

"This says they have donkey and pony rides in most of the parks in Paris," Ryo reads from the guide book as they get closer to their destination. "I could use a ride just about now."

"We walked a lot," Ueda agrees and points across the street where the gate to the park is. Ryo nods and they head to the nearest crossing.

"Oh it’s only for kids," Ryo says, disappointed.

Ueda gives him a quick glance then chuckles. "I’m sure they’d let you go for a ride if you paid. You are practically a child size by European standards."

Ryo glares, but it is only halfhearted. Soon enough a smirk spreads on his face. "Or I could just ride you-for free. Donkey face."

Ueda snorts. "Could you, really?" he asks then gives Ryo a wink. Suddenly Ryo’s ears turn pink, and Ueda watches him smugly until Ryo grunts and stops walking.

"What is it?" Ueda asks, already following Ryo’s line of vision.

The park pathway is lined with wooden benches, almost all of them occupied in the sunny afternoon. It’s a colorful mess of kids and older people but mostly young couples, taking up much less space on the benches than they could have-kissing. Actually, the old couple a bit far away shared a kind of smooch just when Ueda looked at them.

"Let’s just find a bench in the shade and take a break. You can read to me about the fall of Versailles," Ueda suggests. Ryo nods and starts walking deeper into the park without another word.

Ueda suddenly grabs him by his shoulder, pulling him back and closer to himself. Ryo looks at him with wide eyes and quickly blurts out, "I don’t want to kiss you. Here."

Ueda licks his lips then only points to the ground, showing Ryo the clear proof that the donkeys he has been talking about give rides in this park too. Ueda just saved Ryo from suffering from some really smelly feet.

"Oh. Thanks," Ryo groans and steps carefully around the poop, practically sprinting to the nearest bench. He collapses on it and watches Ueda join him.

"I thought you knew all about Versailles and its princess," he notes after a while.

Ueda only shrugs. "Some tales just fascinate me," he says, watching the trees above them rather than the couple who just sat on the bench opposite to them.

Ryo chooses to watch Ueda for some time then pulls the guide out. "Fine. Since we won’t make it there, I might as well check out the pictures as I read."

-

"You know, we should just take a taxi. I’m sure if we explain, it will take us to a hotel like last night." Yamapi says when he sees what he thinks is the same house for the fourth time in the past hour. "Paris is nice and all, but I’m getting tired of only seeing dark alleyways and strange looking shops."

"I think that last one just sold wine, Pi. I doubt they sell love potions this freely," Jin shrugs and turns another corner.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Yamapi asks, grabbing Jin’s sleeve when Jin excitedly runs to inspect another huge blue gate that he spots because it looks like the one from the Nodame Cantabile special. It is bad enough that they are lost, losing Jin would just mean more stress and running around Paris.

"Look, that street looks interesting. It’s all narrow and in shade," Jin says, following his pattern of choosing their direction based on what looks the most dubious to Yamapi because he read it is the back streets that are really worth seeing in old European cities.

"Jin," Yamapi says a little wearily. "It looks shady."

Jin ignores him and decides to take that road anyway. They walk for some time and peer up at the tall windows and old balconies when suddenly Jin stops.

"Oh, a dead end," he says, sounding mildly disappointed.

Yamapi has had enough. "I hate Paris! Why did it have to be Paris?" he asks, tired from the past few hours of pointless walking.

"It’s the city of love!" Jin says, like it is the most obvious thing ever.

"It’s the city of lights, Jin," Yamapi says exasperate and stares at Jin in disbelief.

"But there are no lights here," Jin protest, looking around them like he expects a row of lanterns all lit and beaming in the middle of the day.

"But love is all around us," Yamapi says, irony getting the better of him.

"Well, I can give you a hug," Jin grins. "You look like you need one," he adds, noticing the slightly bewildered look on Yamapi’s face.

Yamapi’s mouth twitches in what might have been smile as much as a sign of annoyance, and he turns back.

"Let’s at least find some food," he says from over his shoulder.

"Cheese and baguettes," Jin nods. Lured by the promise of good food in a restaurant where they will understand the menu, he lets himself be dragged into the first taxi they see, and it takes them back into the busy center full of shops, tourists and clear signs with directions.

*

"I think Ueda has been sighing a lot more lately. He also has this faraway look on his face most of the time," Jin says, sliding down to sit cross-legged opposite of Yamapi in one of the dance studios.

"You mean more than usually?" Yamapi questions.

"Fine, what do you think?" Jin huffs, but Yamapi only pats him on the knee.

"Ryo still seems to be a bit dazed," Yamapi pauses. "I keep seeing the signs everywhere," he concludes after a moment

"How are yours any different from mine?" Jin asks.

Yamapi shrugs, but before he can say more, the door opens.

"Akanishi, have you seen my silver pants?" Koichi asks from the doorway, looking like he has been searching for them for weeks now-a little bewildered and small.

Jin looks back at him in confusion, and Yamapi stares at the random spot next to Koichi’s head then starts to inch towards his bag lying in the corner.

"Jin hasn’t even been in Tokyo for more than five days," Yamapi says quickly after he pulls the bag behind his back. Koichi’s eyes shift to watch him instead, but Yamapi only gives him sheepish smile.

"We haven’t seen your silver pants, Koichi-sempai. But when we do spot them, we’ll be sure to let you know," Yamapi continues hurriedly and gives Koichi his practiced blank look.

"Good," Koichi says slowly and closes the door.

"What was that about?" Jin wonders out loud.

"Never mind that," Yamapi says, zipping his bag and hugging it tightly. "What are we doing about Ryo and Ueda?"

"We should get them together; they will never do it themselves. They have no skill," Jin mutters.

"Maybe a trip together somewhere so that they spend time together?" Yamapi muses.

"But how do we do that? And where do we make them go?"

Yamapi bites his lip and watches Jin do the same. "I wonder if you could set up a concert somewhere exotic," he says at the end.

"Like where?" Jin tilts his head. "Plus I have concerts all the time. That’s nothing special."

"Somewhere both of them would want to go. The show doesn’t have to be anything big, but maybe Europe?"

"European debut sounds like a good pretense to force people to go," Jin chuckles.

"Right, and then we can make them stick together when we are over there," Yamapi continues.

"Lock them into a room together," Jin gets excited at the prospect.

"Well that might be a little extreme. You do not want the hotel employees going after us."

Jin pouts but then smiles, suddenly much more cheerful. "Let me see what I can do. Someplace romantic. Rome? Paris? Barcelona?" Jin starts to count on his fingers.

"Ambitious much?" Yamapi laughs.

Jin stands up, clapping his hands together. "I’m off to find my manager," he says and heads for the door. He stops in the doorway and looks back at Yamapi.

"How does one lose silver pants anyway?" he asks. Yamapi’s eyes grow wide.

When Jin’s gone, Yamapi puts his bag away and covers it with his coat. He then returns to stands in front of the mirror, in position for the start of the choreography for his new song, and hits the play button on the stereo remote.

*

"I’m hungry," Ryo says as they walk pass the restaurant that are already starting to smell nicely after the midday break.

"Food sounds good about now," Ueda nods then abruptly stops in front of one restaurant window. There, in the cooler are different fishes and shells and snails.

"Escargot?" he trips over the word then grins when he manages it nicely the second time. Ryo bites the remark about Ueda’s French back because Ueda looks at him, all excited.

But then Ryo groans anyway, "I was hoping for some rice, actually."

"Oh come on, we can’t leave Paris without eating them. You can have rice the first thing we get to Japan." Ueda grabs Ryo’s hand and starts pulling him inside the restaurant.

Ryo looks confusedly between their linked hands and the people around them and forgets to protest.

"I hate you," Ryo says when the waiter puts two plates of snails in front of them and points to polished silver tongs on the table. He can see Ueda’s slight frown reflect in them.

"There isn’t a manual on how to eat them in your guide book?" Ueda asks eventually. He has eaten several pieces of bread that they served them with the snails but did not even touch the tongs yet. "The bread is good though," he adds when Ryo only glares at him.

"I still hate you?" Ryo says uncertainly.

Ueda looks around and notices the people at one of the tables struggling with the snails as well. He sees one of them flying of the plate as the people burst out laughing. But then the waiter comes to the table and takes the tongs, demonstrating how to use them. The tourists look at him in awe. Ueda forgets to close his mouth.

"You look like a fish," Ryo tells him, but his voice is laced with interest as he turns his head, trying to see what Ueda is looking at.

Ueda grabs the tongs. "What do I get if I show you how it is done?"

"I’m still not sure if I want to even eat this," Ryo says in return.

"Liar. You want to brag about it. So what is it going to be?" Ueda asks, voice low, trying to sound mysterious.

"Whatever. You pick," Ryo says impatiently.

"Can you handle that?" Ueda winks at him then looks him straight in the eye.

"Oh just shut up and do it. If you can, that is." Ryo challenges.

Ueda swiftly picks up the thin fork off the table, and Ryo almost jumps back. "What the . . ."

But then Ueda grabs the tongs and puts the snail into them. He uses them to hold it in place and sticks the fork inside, pulling the snail out with a victorious grin.

This time, it is Ryo’s pout that reflects off the polished silver.

"That’s . . . disgusting," Ryo says, seeing the creature.

"Here, try it." Ueda is too enthusiastic about his success. He shoves the snail at Ryo and feeds him, the other too stunned to protest. Ryo squirms as he eats because Ueda is staring at him intently, following him like a hawk. He vaguely remembers their morning and Ueda’s eyes on him then.

"It’s," Ryo hesitates. It’s okay. "It’s good," he blurts and grabs his own tongs. When he shows his fork with a snail on it in front of Ueda’s mouth, Ueda grins like an idiot and lets himself be fed with no qualm. He sighs contently at the first taste. It is as if they accomplished some kind of big deed. Ryo ends up watching Ueda, content with his success, more than his food.

-

"This was your best idea today," Yamapi sighs, stretching his legs and watching the Paris from the deck of a boat. The sign said it was le bateau mouche, something that sounded like a crazy party drink when pronounced by Jin. There is French slow music playing, Yamapi is drinking some good and terribly expensive wine and he is watching the tall buildings from the safe distance. There should not be any dead ends on the Paris canal.

"And there are lights everywhere," Jin notes, looking around as the city lights up.

"Oh, and this is going to get so much better," Yamapi suddenly says, all excited, and pulls at Jin’s shirt. "Look!"

Jin almost falls off the boat. "Is that?"

"Ryo and Ueda, yes," Yamapi nods.

"Are they holding hands?" Jin asks, looking at the bank full of people and small stands.

"I don’t think so, but they certainly are walking close to each other," Yamapi is jealous of the binoculars the older Korean couple is sharing a bit away from them.

"They sure seem to be having fun," Jin adds. "And they are so buying souvenirs. Traitors."

"They look like they’re getting along," Yamapi muses.

"Why are you so surprised?" Jin asks. "They spent the whole day together," he adds dreamily.

The boat keeps moving up the stream so Yamapi and Jin run to the other end of it and watch Ryo and Ueda bicker about something that looks like an old photograph until they are too far away to be recognized.

"We are rockstars," Jin says smugly and collapses back into the seat.

Yamapi only laughs, head turned up to look at the lights dangling off colorful ropes streaming down walls of the captain’s cabin.

-

Ryo and Ueda both sit on the edge of the bed once they are back in the hotel room, legs tired from walking around all day. As the minutes pass, they slowly relax into the comfort of a room void of uncertainties, strange customs, and weird people who do not move over to avoid walking right into them.

"Ummm," Ryo finally breaks the silence.

When Ueda looks questioningly at him, he leans over and kisses Ueda lightly for a moment before pulling back awkwardly. Maybe there are uncertainties after all. Ueda leans back into the pillows and pulls Ryo with him, looking him in the eyes as he lifts his legs onto the bed. Ryo straddles Ueda and kisses him, initially just as lightly as the first time then more firmly until it becomes sucking on lips and tongues pressing against one another. Even so, Ryo makes a hesitant noise when Ueda slides his hand up under Ryo’s sparkly Moulin Rouge shirt.

"Take my shirt off," Ueda says and sits up from the pillows a little so that Ryo can do so when he grunts in response.

After leaning back into the pillows, Ueda pulls Ryo up so that he is on his knees in front of him. He looks up at Ryo as he undoes his belt, then back down when he pulls Ryo’s jeans and his silver underwear enough out of the way to suck him off. Holding Ryo’s hips gently, Ueda slowly licks up his erection and runs his tongue over the head. Ryo sighs and reaches out to hold onto the headboard, and Ueda presses the tip of his tongue against the tip of Ryo’s cock and closes his lips around it. He slowly sucks Ryo in further and further, and when he cannot fit any more in he pulls away slowly, only to take Ryo into his mouth again and again. Ryo’s breaths are heavy, and he starts voicing them when Ueda looks up at him. Ueda slides his hands around to squeeze Ryo’s ass before pulling back slowly one last time and letting Ryo’s cock fall from his lips. Then Ueda pushes Ryo away, and Ryo just looks at him, breath caught in his throat.

"Yesterday I found that drawer full of strawberry-flavored lube and condoms." Ueda glances at the nightstand on the other side of the bed. "French people are weird."

Ryo blows air out of his nose at that, and Ueda can see the laughter in his eyes. Ueda pushes his pants off while Ryo walks over to the nightstand, stepping out of his own pants when they fall to his ankles. Once Ryo has lube and a condom and is crawling back across the bed towards him, Ueda pulls his legs up. Ryo opens his mouth then closes it and nods slowly then quickly covers his fingers with lube. He pushes one inside of Ueda then lightly runs the fingers of his other hand over Ueda’s cock until he can press in another beside it.

"Okay," Ueda says, and Ryo looks up at him with wide eyes because it is sooner that he thinks Ueda should be ready, but Ueda repeats, "I’m okay."

Hearing that, Ryo no longer has any reason to hesitate, and he turns Ueda over so that his face is in the pillows before quickly preparing himself. He lifts Ueda’s ass up just enough to slide his knees under Ueda’s thighs, and Ueda still seems impossibly tight when he pushes in. Ryo immediately starts thrusting in sharply, gripping Ueda’s hips tightly and pulling his ass back against his own hips.

The sparkles on Ryo’s shirt scrape over Ueda’s back when he leans down to change the angle, and he feels himself being squeezed even more by Ueda. Ryo drags his lips across Ueda’s shoulder when he hears him groaning quietly then presses his cheek gently against the side of Ueda’s head until Ueda turns it back just far enough for them to tease their tongues against each other.

Eventually Ryo sits back up to his original position and slides a palm down Ueda’s sweaty back. He lets it rest on Ueda’s lower back, pushing Ueda towards himself as he reaches underneath him to pull him off. Ryo grunts and squeezes Ueda with each thrust, and Ueda moans as he becomes tighter and tighter around Ryo.

Ueda lets out a cry muffled by the pillows when he feels Ryo swell inside of him, and they both make incoherent noises as they come, shaking through their orgasms and finishing together.

Ryo takes a few deep breaths then pulls out and tugs off his shirt, glitter flying everywhere. He cleans himself off then puts his hand on Ueda’s hip so that he rolls over so Ryo can do the same for him.

After nudging Ueda over towards the far side of the bed, Ryo walks over to drop the shirt in the trash can before walking around to climb into the far side of the bed. He lies down with his back facing Ueda.

"Your face isn’t that ugly," Ueda says quietly as he lightly touches his fingers to Ryo’s back.

*

"I have something to tell you," Jin says after he opens his front door for Yamapi. He hears it echoed in Yamapi’s voice.

"Creepy," Jin says darkly and lets Yamapi in.

"I brought food," Yamapi laughs in reply. "But should I be worried here?"

They sit on the sofa, watching TV and digging through the take out boxes when Yamapi nudges Jin.

"So what big news do you have for me?"

"You go first. Mine is totally mind-blowing, so I think it’s better if we get yours out of the way."

"I think mine is pretty good too, but okay. Ryo thinks Ueda is hot." Yamapi says calmly.

Jin manages to choke out a small noise of surprise.

"I heard him saying so, repeatedly. Apparently Ueda’s ass in well-fitted pants is a must-see thing that leaves everlasting memories. Or something like that." Yamapi smirks. "I told you it was good. Now your turn."

Jin turns on the sofa to look at Yamapi properly. "I heard Ueda talking about how hot Ryo is. He was describing Ryo as this creature from some other world. There were perfectly rolling hips and smoldering glances mentioned."

Jin has to wait for Yamapi to stop laughing before he can continue, unimpressed by Yamapi’s not so blown away reaction.

"Ueda sounded totally enthralled. I almost wanted to see Ryo like that for myself." But Ryo-chan’s pelvis exercises have never been that great of an experience, Jin thinks.

"Ryo just sounded really turned on," Yamapi mutters.

After a moment of silence, he nudges Jin again, so hard that Jin glares.

"What!"

"Don’t tell me . . ." Yamapi stops and chews on food, thinking hard about something. "It could be," he says a moment later. "What if Ryo and Ueda are in love with each other?" Yamapi asks.

"I’m pretty sure we would know if they fucked," Jin says laconically, remembering Ryo’s inclination to share way too much information when tipsy.

"But what if they don’t know it yet?" Yamapi asks seriously.

"And the physical attraction is the expression of their inner-most desires?" Jin asks thinking of some random soap opera he had seen a couple of times back in the States. People actually said shit like that in it.

"I just think Ryo isn’t very good at realizing and admitting how he feels." When sober, at least. Yamapi starts counting on his fingers. "But he thinks Ueda is so hot that he does not mind talking about it out loud."

"Well Ueda doesn’t really talk about love much besides in his songs either," Jin admits. "He seems like he’d be slow."

"But he was-what did you say? Hypnotized?" Yamapi is on reason number four.

"Ryo and Ueda in love," Jin says dreamily. "Pretty intense," he adds a bit later.

"Completely plausible," Yamapi adds and turns back to watching TV.

"Intriguing." Jin says after another beat of silence. "This requires further investigation. We should try to watch them closely for some time," he adds, eyes sparkling in excitement.

Yamapi nods, and they high five to seal the deal.

*

Ueda and Ryo wake up to loud pounding on the door between the rooms and look at each other calmly and contentedly after the initial shock until they realize what it means. Then they both try to get out of bed at the same time and end up tumbling off of it in their hurry to find clothes to put on before Jin and Yamapi inevitably open the door to their room.

"It looks like there was an explosion in here," Jin comments a moment later when they come into the room and find Ryo and Ueda standing there, both looking a little frazzled.

Ryo shifts uneasily as his gaze flits around the room. "Explosion? There was no explosion here . . ."

Ueda tries to flatten his hair.

"You guys are both covered in silver glitter," Yamapi says flatly.

"Nishikido was making fun of the shirts Jin bought," Ueda says then looks at Jin, "I think you are going to need a new souvenir for Koki."

"Whatever. We’ve got to leave for the airport in fifteen minutes," Yamapi calls as he walks back into the other room.

"Ah, no more Paris," Jin muses as he follows him. "Back to Japan. Back to the way things were before this amazing trip."

"I should pack my stuff," Ryo says to Ueda, pointing to the other room. Ueda smiles at him, and Ryo grins back.

*

"I didn’t think I would ever think of him like that. But suddenly he’s hot," Ryo says to Shige quickly, taking a deep breath and then another one. Yamapi unconsciously stops in the doorway, ducking to the side so that Ryo does not see him.

"I mean it might just be the pants. His ass looks really good in them, and-fuck," Ryo stops abruptly and glares at Shige, who is laughing really hard.

"Would you stop laughing already?" Ryo growls, then "Why am I even telling you this?" Shige only manages to shrug his shoulders before he lapses into another laughing fit. "Even the sequins looked kind of sexy, and I’m very much immune to glitter by now. I mean silver is fine, but . . ." Ryo says with another deep exhale and flops onto the couch next to Shige.

Yamapi bites his lip. Why is Ryo telling Shige this? And who is he talking about?

"I’m kind of turned on right now," Ryo huffs after a moment of silence after Shige’s laughter has died out, Ryo’s shoulders hunching lower. Then he groans because Shige shrinks away from him but starts laughing again.

When Koyama bumps into Yamapi and asks him why he is standing in the door, Ryo turns around, ears red, and hurries off the couch, grabbing his bag to rummage through it furiously.

Yamapi inches close to Shige, who laughs harder when he sees his groupmates and Ryo’s jumpy actions. He is about to silently ask who they were talking about, when his eyes fall onto an idol magazine lying open on the coffee table. From the big spread, Ueda is looking at Yamapi from over his shoulder, unusually serious and dark-eyed despite wearing pants covered in silver sequins. Yamapi would laugh, but now that Ryo mentioned it, his ass does look good-maybe even better than Yamapi’s own. Yamapi’s eyes widen.

Ryo does not meet anyone’s eyes, groaning to himself for the rest of the day.

Jin had dozed off in KAT-TUN’s dressing room, waiting for someone to turn up. When he wakes up, he is a little confused by the commotion. Ueda is frantically pacing the space in front of the TV with his phone in his hand.

"Maybe I’m just getting sick. He is . . . not supposed to be hot. He wasn’t hot until now," he says.

Then Ueda stops abruptly, watching the TV and listening to the person he is on the phone with. On TV, the camera zooms onto Ryo as Kanjnani8 dance to their newest song.

"I’m not supposed to react like an easily seduced fangirl. My knees should not be shaking because of one roll of the hips or because someone can throw a sultry look at the camera," Ueda continues, getting slightly breathless.

Jin can hear the person on the phone laughing really hard.

"Nakamaru, he swiveled and then he did this thing, and . . . I’m hanging up if you don’t stop laughing," Ueda puts his free hand on his hip.

Jin watches Ryo spin around and wink at the audience on TV. It is a bit laughable, but by the way Ueda’s body tenses, he seems to think it is hot. Then Ueda blows up completely.

"I will not think about him when they ask me about my ideal girlfriend in an interview."

Jin has to stop himself from laughing at that image, trying not to move as Ueda hangs up and leaves the room, eyes glazed over as he mutters about too much hot and how, screw it, this is not happening.

Jin needs to tell someone because this is the best piece of gossip he has heard in ages.

*

Yamapi and Jin slowly inch up to peak over the backs of their plane seats and giggle when they see Ryo and Ueda sitting behind them.

"So you two hooked up," Jin states casually.

"What?!" Ryo says frantically.

"I knew it." Jin looks smug. "The glitter was so obvious."

"I told you," Ueda says exasperatedly, "Nishikido was just getting a little too excited making fun of your shirts."

"Which I guess explains why you were wearing his silver underwear," Yamapi deadpans. He wiggles his eyebrows at Jin, who licks his lips before they burst into giggles again and sink back into their seats.

"Wait a minute, if I’m wearing your underwear, what are you wearing?" Ueda whispers to Ryo, and Ryo looks down and bites his lip. "That’s-hot," Ueda breathes against Ryo’s ear. "Like last night."

"So we may as well tell you," Yamapi says, and Ryo and Ueda look up sharply to see him and Jin peering at them over their seats once again. "We planned this whole trip, the ‘show’ and everything, to get you two together."

"Are you idiots?" Ryo bursts out.

"We were just trying to be nice," Jin explains, "since you two were clearly in love with each other but didn’t know it yet."

"Is it me, or is this story getting weirder?" Ueda groans.

"You were the ones saying stuff like ‘he looked amazing in those silver pants’ and ‘I got turned on just watching his ass’ about each other," Yamapi says. "Don’t try to make us the weird ones."

"It wasn’t him," Ryo and Ueda say in unison, pointing to one another then freezing for a moment before they burst out laughing.

"Sure . . ." Jin says as he and Yamapi start sinking into their seats again.

"We know the truth," Yamapi adds.

"I don’t want to go back to the way things were before," Ryo says to Ueda amidst continuing fits of laughter.

"Me neither," Ueda shakes his head.

"I do want my silver underwear back though," Ryo adds as an afterthought and gives Ueda a devious look. Ueda smirks and returns the look.

It gets a little dull constantly peeking over at Ueda and Ryo. They start pretending they do not notice, so Jin eventually doses off. When Yamapi gets up and mumbles about going to the bathroom, Jin only steals his pillow and knows nothing more.

A flight attendant talking to a passenger across the alley wakes Jin up some time later, and he looks around in confusion. He cannot sleep after that so he waits for Yamapi to return, wanting to play some card games. Ryo and Ueda continue to be no fun as they are now asleep, heads together. There are only so many pictures Jin can take of them before the flight attendant scares him with her strict look.

Minutes and minutes pass, yet Yamapi has yet to come back. Jin starts to fidget restlessly because it is all suspicious. If Yamapi is trying to join the Mile High Club without Jin, he is pretty much the biggest cheat ever. Jin is pretty worked up by the time he gets up and walks over to the bathroom door. He pulls at it once, twice, and it eventually squeaks and springs open.

Jin stands still for a moment, forgetting to close his mouth, while Yamapi does not seem to notice him. It takes Jin a while, but eventually he manages to move. He closes the door softly and shuffles back to his seat.

"That was hot," he mumbles to himself. "So hot," he adds as he sinks into his seat and looks up at the attendant who came to check up on him.

"Sir?"

"Really hot," Jin only repeats, eyes glazed over. She blushes and leaves without finding out why he just forced open the door to the plane bathroom.

*

It is sharp movement of smooth lines, a precisely timed glance into the "audience," a long roll of hips and the movement of the muscles prominent on his exposed arms. The silver of Yamapi’s pants reflects in the mirror and bounces off the jimusho bathroom’s walls. The place transforms, and the only thing that matters is Yamapi in the center of it all, moving, eyes shining with concentration, his hair flying with each flick of his head, whole body in a whirl of a dance that is captivating even though the music cannot be heard, playing only in Yamapi’s head. It is fast, elaborate, yet clean and expressive, completely new and maybe even innovative. It is wicked, that is what it is. Wicked and sexy and mesmerizing.

Still, Ueda registers a small thud of the door and slides down the cubicle door, not wanting to be discovered. He takes a deep breath and hopes Yamapi did not notice him. Apparently he did not because Ueda hears him moving about the bathroom just like he had been doing before Ueda climbed up to look at him. Ueda knows Yamapi is still repeating the same movement, over and over again, wanting to perfect it. It plays behind Ueda’s closed eyes as he waits for Yamapi to leave.

Yamapi’s phone rings and he finally stops to pick it up. When he is done talking, he rushes to take off his special training pants and to switch them for his jeans. Soon enough, he hurries out the door to meet his manager. He does not notice Ryo, who is still leaning against the wall not far from the bathroom door.

Ryo, who has been watching Yamapi practice from the gap of the barely open bathroom door. He has been glued to it in fascination, forgetting he had wanted to wash up a little. Now all he can think about is the silver haze of smooth lines and precise movements, delicious and hot, almost . . . wicked.

END

A/N: The theme for this year's DOA was colors and we had silver. This fic also did not want to fit into one post when I checked it by trying to post to DOA. Now it does. /fail.

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