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Title: The Meaning of Subtlety
Rating: like...PG. laughing, why do mine never actually have porn?
Characters: Ryo, Jin, Yamapi
Summary: This was probably the gayest sleepover any of them had ever been to.
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"This meeting will now formerly commence," Ryo says with a superior air about him, banging his fist on the table authoritatively.
Jin and Yamapi both look at him, eyebrows raised. Yamapi snorts. Jin looks highly offended.
"Who died and made you boss?" Jin asks indignantly. "I refuse this dictatorship!"
Ryo rolls his eyes and raises his hands, as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world. "Well since I'm actually smart and you're...not, I decided that obviously it would be better for me to facilitate these get-togethers."
"They were our idea first!!" Jin cries, and holds up Yamapi's hand in an act of mistaken camaraderie. He looks almost close to tears when Yamapi takes his hand away.
"Sorry, Jin," Yamapi says, shrugging. "It's more fun with Ryo-chan."
"Exactly," Ryo smirks. “Now stop sitting on the magazines and hand them over."
Jin opens his mouth, fails to think of an argument, and closes it again. He pouts, and with an air of martyrdom, pushes the magazines towards them. He attempts to ignore them for as long as possible, but his resolve weakens the moment Yamapi turns to Ryo’s old shoot in BOAO.
“This was ages ago!” Ryo tries to rationalize, grabbing the magazine away from Yamapi and closes it, with one last cringing look.
“It was last month!” Yamapi snickers, grabbing it back. “Me and Jin were too busy to do this.”
Jin joins in, “Yeah, Ryo-chan, and we even heard about how good it was too.” He wiggles his eyebrows at Ryo.
Ryo looks vaguely nauseated. “Ew,” he says, wrinkling his nose. “I know I’m hot, but stop trying to hit on me, Jin.”
Yamapi, who has learned to ignore his best friends with time, flips back to Ryo’s shoot eagerly. He thinks about it for a second, then pulls out Ryo’s shoot in Glamorous, and places them side by side. When Jin turns back to the table, he shrieks.
“What?” Ryo asks alarmed, “Did they say something unflattering about me?”
Jin smirks. “My eyes! They burn!” He cries. “God, Ryo, cover yourself up.”
“SHUT UP,” Yamapi finally shouts, impatient. Ryo swallows the reply he was about to make and settles for scoffing, then leans against Yamapi’s shoulder in apology.
Jin too, closes his mouth, and puts his arm on Yamapi’s other shoulder.
“…They’re not that bad,” Jin admits grudgingly after a few quiet minutes of careful contemplation.
“I like this one, ne, Ryo-chan,” Yamapi says thoughtfully, pointing to the shoot from Glamorous. “It’s not as trashy.”
Ryo’s superior smirk sort of slides off his face. “W-wait, what? You think I look trashy?” He asks frantically, holding the BOAO photoshoot up to the light, as if the answers will shine through the thin magazine paper.
“Well,” Yamapi says, pursing his lips. “It’s not trashy, per say, but this one,” here he points to the Glamorous photoshoot, “is much more aesthetically pleasing, not to mention the lighting and effects are much more professionally done. It is always better to show less skin and merely hint at what’s underneath, in an act of subtlety, shall we say, than to simply reveal it all in a blatant act of almost trashiness.”
There is a moment of heavy silence, while Yamapi nods meditatively and looks pensive, while Ryo and Jin both blink furiously, trying to comprehend the words that just came out of Yamapi’s mouth.
“What?” Yamapi asks defensively. “I was talking to Shige about it.”
“Oh,” Ryo and Jin say in unison, sighing in relief.
“Hey - wait a second,” Ryo says furiously a second later when his mind finishes processing Yamapi’s words. “You think I should have been subtle? What about you?” He asks, flipping open the month’s Anan and pointing an accusatory finger at the one picture of Yamapi and his blond model in a shower, obviously naked. “You are in absolutely no position to talk about subtlety.”
He smirks triumphantly when Jin starts laughing hysterically as soon as he sees the pictures. Yamapi blushes, and tries to shield them with his hands, glaring at Jin.
“Oh - my - God,” Jin chokes out, banging the table with his fist. “I - hadn’t - even - seen - these - yet,” and then curls up in his chair, snickering helplessly. “You look so uncomfortable, Yamapi! There’s a hot blond model rubbing up against you and you’re uncomfortable. Oh, my sweet, innocent Tomo-chan,” Jin sing-songs, reaching a hand out to pat Yamapi’s hair. He hastily retreats when Yamapi almost bites him.
“I hate you, Ryo-chan,” Yamapi mutters darkly, throwing a murderous glance at his supposed best friend, that traitor.
Ryo smiles innocently, shrugging. “You were asking for it,” he tells Yamapi.
With a lack of anything better to respond to Ryo, Yamapi turns on Jin. “Well at least I had a shoot this month,” he says accusingly.
“Hey!” Jin protests, sitting up from his giggles. “I had a PV!”
“So did we!”
“Yours was stupid!”
“Yours had strange phallic symbols everywhere!”
“Yours had fake rain.”
“Yours had Kame. In eyeliner.”
Jin gasps, scandalized. “Oh no you didn’t,” he says, narrowing his eyes.
Yamapi tilts his chin up triumphantly; he knows he’s won this one. There is a momentary stalemate, as both Jin and Yamapi glare at each other, Jin looking indignant and Yamapi victorious, until Ryo breaks in.
“This is the gayest sleepover I have ever been to. Can we watch porn now?”
Title: Sharing Favors
Rating: G
Pairing: Ryo/Massu gen, NEWS, KAT-TUN
Words: 855
Summary: Because swtjemz asked: How a meat bun brings happiness to everyone in NEWS and KAT-TUN. Well, mostly everyone.
Everyone else: anamuan | jackoweskla | nihongofrancais | pinkpapyrus | pearljemz
Jin is made fun of for days on end when Yamapi and Ryo find out that his new solo song title is “LOVEJUICE”. There is no justice in the world, he decides, when even his own bandmates join in.
“You guys thought it was fine when I wrote it!” He accuses them, pointing first at Ueda, who’s snickering around the mouth of his water bottle, and then Kame, who’s curling his hair and pretending that he’s not giggling.
“Actually, we just didn’t want to make you feel bad,” Ueda corrects. Kame nods his agreement.
“You are kind of sensitive, you know,” Kame points out.
Ignoring this blatantly slanderous statement, Jin whines, “Nakamaru’s song is titled Smack.”
“Hey!” Nakamaru interjects. “Don’t drag me into your inane fights,” he sniffs, and returns to his passionate argument with Junno and Koki about how bendy ABC really are. Jin looks at him wordlessly, though whether it’s out of anger or curiosity is questionable. (“Definitely Tsukada,” Nakamaru says decisively. “He hangs out with Kisumai!”
“…all of ABC hangs out with Kisumai, Maru,” Koki points out flatly. “I say Kawai - he has to be to escape from Matsumoto.”)
Kame eyes Jin. “…Smack as opposed to LOVEJUICE?” He asks skeptically.
Jin pouts. “Well at least my song has English,” he replies, nose in the air. Upsettingly, his point is completely lost on the rest of KAT-TUN. “You guys suck,” he informs them after he gets nothing but a few blank stares.
“No problem,” Ueda says, smiling.
“I’d love to see it performed on Shounen Club,” Junno ponders, having won the argument for Nakamaru with irrefutable proof. (“I saw Tsukada-kun and Yara-kun behind the costume rack the other day - ”
“…okay, Nakamaru you win.”)
“NOT HELPING,” Jin shrieks. “Juniors! Performing my masterpiece! The blasphemy! Only someone who can truly understand my genius can be allowed to sing it.”
With almost comedic effect, Massu just happens to stroll by, idly whistling LOVEJUICE and carrying meat buns.
Jin promptly pounces on him and steals a meat bun. Massu makes such a sad face that Jin feels like he just killed his puppy or something, but before he can properly apologize and return it to him, Massu closes his hand around the meat bun.
“You can have it,” he says, straightening and flashing him a brave smile. Jin feels like Massu’s just made a huge sacrifice for his sake and he thanks him profusely, smile wide.
“What was that for?” Nakamaru says, frowning. “Did you see his face? Massu’s so nice,” he sighs.
“Because Masuda-kun’s obviously much kinder than you lot,” Jin shoots back, as he bites into the meat bun.
A few doors down, it occurs to Massu that since he just gave Jin a meat bun out the six that he bought, someone’s going to have to skip out. Frowning, he trudges along, but is forced to come to the conclusion that he’ll have to be the one to miss out this time; he could never deny Tegoshi anything, Shige would feel bad, Koyama always offers to be the odd one out, Ryo treated him last time and Yamapi loves food almost as much as Massu does. Inside, he mourns the loss of a meat bun, but brightens because he’s always cheerful, and anyways, meat buns always make people happier, he rationalizes. Akanishi-kun had looked like he could have used a good meat bun anyways.
With this uplifting thought, he puts on a brave smile and walks the rest of the way back to their room.
“Where’s yours?” Tegoshi asks curiously when Massu passes around the steaming bag. “Did you eat it already?”
“Um,” Massu replies, grateful for a quick excuse. “Yeah, I ate it while I was walking back!”
“Where did you even go?” Shige asks, eyebrows raised. “It’s been twenty minutes!”
“I, uh, I bumped into Akanishi-kun?” Massu ventures. “We ate our meat buns together?” It was only half a lie anyways, Massu decides. He had bumped into Akanishi-kun and Akanishi-kun had eaten a meat bun. The fact that it was actually his meat bun first isn’t really very important.
“You eat too much,” Shige says jokingly, gingerly unwrapping his own steaming meat bun.
“Shut up, Shige,” Ryo suddenly interjects angrily, causing Shige to redden with embarrassment and everyone else to look up, slightly wary. “You talk too much.”
Shige blinks, cheeks a blotchy red. “S-sorry?” He stammers. He looks beseechingly at Yamapi, who can only shrug in confusion.
Massu laughs nervously. “Maa, it’s okay, right? Ne, Ryo, I don’t mind!”
Ryo opens his mouth again as if to say something but when Shige winces and looks down, clearly hurt, he changes his mind and closes it. He shoves his still untouched meat bun at Massu and crosses his arms. “You can have it,” he mumbles. “I’m not that hungry anyways.”
Massu looks from the meat bun to Ryo and back to the meat bun again. Another smile spreads across his face, this one even more delighted than the last. “Thanks, Ryo!” He exclaims, and beams.
Ryo smiles back too, and that day, Massu’s meat bun tastes better than it ever has.
Rating: like...PG. laughing, why do mine never actually have porn?
Characters: Ryo, Jin, Yamapi
Summary: This was probably the gayest sleepover any of them had ever been to.
Notes: Here is everyone else's! artemisgoddess | bloodybrilliant | devetir | goldengutgirl | grunhilda | jackoweskla | karinberry | pearljemz | shichihenge | tinyangl | tokyostory | travelingpsycho
"This meeting will now formerly commence," Ryo says with a superior air about him, banging his fist on the table authoritatively.
Jin and Yamapi both look at him, eyebrows raised. Yamapi snorts. Jin looks highly offended.
"Who died and made you boss?" Jin asks indignantly. "I refuse this dictatorship!"
Ryo rolls his eyes and raises his hands, as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world. "Well since I'm actually smart and you're...not, I decided that obviously it would be better for me to facilitate these get-togethers."
"They were our idea first!!" Jin cries, and holds up Yamapi's hand in an act of mistaken camaraderie. He looks almost close to tears when Yamapi takes his hand away.
"Sorry, Jin," Yamapi says, shrugging. "It's more fun with Ryo-chan."
"Exactly," Ryo smirks. “Now stop sitting on the magazines and hand them over."
Jin opens his mouth, fails to think of an argument, and closes it again. He pouts, and with an air of martyrdom, pushes the magazines towards them. He attempts to ignore them for as long as possible, but his resolve weakens the moment Yamapi turns to Ryo’s old shoot in BOAO.
“This was ages ago!” Ryo tries to rationalize, grabbing the magazine away from Yamapi and closes it, with one last cringing look.
“It was last month!” Yamapi snickers, grabbing it back. “Me and Jin were too busy to do this.”
Jin joins in, “Yeah, Ryo-chan, and we even heard about how good it was too.” He wiggles his eyebrows at Ryo.
Ryo looks vaguely nauseated. “Ew,” he says, wrinkling his nose. “I know I’m hot, but stop trying to hit on me, Jin.”
Yamapi, who has learned to ignore his best friends with time, flips back to Ryo’s shoot eagerly. He thinks about it for a second, then pulls out Ryo’s shoot in Glamorous, and places them side by side. When Jin turns back to the table, he shrieks.
“What?” Ryo asks alarmed, “Did they say something unflattering about me?”
Jin smirks. “My eyes! They burn!” He cries. “God, Ryo, cover yourself up.”
“SHUT UP,” Yamapi finally shouts, impatient. Ryo swallows the reply he was about to make and settles for scoffing, then leans against Yamapi’s shoulder in apology.
Jin too, closes his mouth, and puts his arm on Yamapi’s other shoulder.
“…They’re not that bad,” Jin admits grudgingly after a few quiet minutes of careful contemplation.
“I like this one, ne, Ryo-chan,” Yamapi says thoughtfully, pointing to the shoot from Glamorous. “It’s not as trashy.”
Ryo’s superior smirk sort of slides off his face. “W-wait, what? You think I look trashy?” He asks frantically, holding the BOAO photoshoot up to the light, as if the answers will shine through the thin magazine paper.
“Well,” Yamapi says, pursing his lips. “It’s not trashy, per say, but this one,” here he points to the Glamorous photoshoot, “is much more aesthetically pleasing, not to mention the lighting and effects are much more professionally done. It is always better to show less skin and merely hint at what’s underneath, in an act of subtlety, shall we say, than to simply reveal it all in a blatant act of almost trashiness.”
There is a moment of heavy silence, while Yamapi nods meditatively and looks pensive, while Ryo and Jin both blink furiously, trying to comprehend the words that just came out of Yamapi’s mouth.
“What?” Yamapi asks defensively. “I was talking to Shige about it.”
“Oh,” Ryo and Jin say in unison, sighing in relief.
“Hey - wait a second,” Ryo says furiously a second later when his mind finishes processing Yamapi’s words. “You think I should have been subtle? What about you?” He asks, flipping open the month’s Anan and pointing an accusatory finger at the one picture of Yamapi and his blond model in a shower, obviously naked. “You are in absolutely no position to talk about subtlety.”
He smirks triumphantly when Jin starts laughing hysterically as soon as he sees the pictures. Yamapi blushes, and tries to shield them with his hands, glaring at Jin.
“Oh - my - God,” Jin chokes out, banging the table with his fist. “I - hadn’t - even - seen - these - yet,” and then curls up in his chair, snickering helplessly. “You look so uncomfortable, Yamapi! There’s a hot blond model rubbing up against you and you’re uncomfortable. Oh, my sweet, innocent Tomo-chan,” Jin sing-songs, reaching a hand out to pat Yamapi’s hair. He hastily retreats when Yamapi almost bites him.
“I hate you, Ryo-chan,” Yamapi mutters darkly, throwing a murderous glance at his supposed best friend, that traitor.
Ryo smiles innocently, shrugging. “You were asking for it,” he tells Yamapi.
With a lack of anything better to respond to Ryo, Yamapi turns on Jin. “Well at least I had a shoot this month,” he says accusingly.
“Hey!” Jin protests, sitting up from his giggles. “I had a PV!”
“So did we!”
“Yours was stupid!”
“Yours had strange phallic symbols everywhere!”
“Yours had fake rain.”
“Yours had Kame. In eyeliner.”
Jin gasps, scandalized. “Oh no you didn’t,” he says, narrowing his eyes.
Yamapi tilts his chin up triumphantly; he knows he’s won this one. There is a momentary stalemate, as both Jin and Yamapi glare at each other, Jin looking indignant and Yamapi victorious, until Ryo breaks in.
“This is the gayest sleepover I have ever been to. Can we watch porn now?”
Title: Sharing Favors
Rating: G
Pairing: Ryo/Massu gen, NEWS, KAT-TUN
Words: 855
Summary: Because swtjemz asked: How a meat bun brings happiness to everyone in NEWS and KAT-TUN. Well, mostly everyone.
Everyone else: anamuan | jackoweskla | nihongofrancais | pinkpapyrus | pearljemz
Jin is made fun of for days on end when Yamapi and Ryo find out that his new solo song title is “LOVEJUICE”. There is no justice in the world, he decides, when even his own bandmates join in.
“You guys thought it was fine when I wrote it!” He accuses them, pointing first at Ueda, who’s snickering around the mouth of his water bottle, and then Kame, who’s curling his hair and pretending that he’s not giggling.
“Actually, we just didn’t want to make you feel bad,” Ueda corrects. Kame nods his agreement.
“You are kind of sensitive, you know,” Kame points out.
Ignoring this blatantly slanderous statement, Jin whines, “Nakamaru’s song is titled Smack.”
“Hey!” Nakamaru interjects. “Don’t drag me into your inane fights,” he sniffs, and returns to his passionate argument with Junno and Koki about how bendy ABC really are. Jin looks at him wordlessly, though whether it’s out of anger or curiosity is questionable. (“Definitely Tsukada,” Nakamaru says decisively. “He hangs out with Kisumai!”
“…all of ABC hangs out with Kisumai, Maru,” Koki points out flatly. “I say Kawai - he has to be to escape from Matsumoto.”)
Kame eyes Jin. “…Smack as opposed to LOVEJUICE?” He asks skeptically.
Jin pouts. “Well at least my song has English,” he replies, nose in the air. Upsettingly, his point is completely lost on the rest of KAT-TUN. “You guys suck,” he informs them after he gets nothing but a few blank stares.
“No problem,” Ueda says, smiling.
“I’d love to see it performed on Shounen Club,” Junno ponders, having won the argument for Nakamaru with irrefutable proof. (“I saw Tsukada-kun and Yara-kun behind the costume rack the other day - ”
“…okay, Nakamaru you win.”)
“NOT HELPING,” Jin shrieks. “Juniors! Performing my masterpiece! The blasphemy! Only someone who can truly understand my genius can be allowed to sing it.”
With almost comedic effect, Massu just happens to stroll by, idly whistling LOVEJUICE and carrying meat buns.
Jin promptly pounces on him and steals a meat bun. Massu makes such a sad face that Jin feels like he just killed his puppy or something, but before he can properly apologize and return it to him, Massu closes his hand around the meat bun.
“You can have it,” he says, straightening and flashing him a brave smile. Jin feels like Massu’s just made a huge sacrifice for his sake and he thanks him profusely, smile wide.
“What was that for?” Nakamaru says, frowning. “Did you see his face? Massu’s so nice,” he sighs.
“Because Masuda-kun’s obviously much kinder than you lot,” Jin shoots back, as he bites into the meat bun.
A few doors down, it occurs to Massu that since he just gave Jin a meat bun out the six that he bought, someone’s going to have to skip out. Frowning, he trudges along, but is forced to come to the conclusion that he’ll have to be the one to miss out this time; he could never deny Tegoshi anything, Shige would feel bad, Koyama always offers to be the odd one out, Ryo treated him last time and Yamapi loves food almost as much as Massu does. Inside, he mourns the loss of a meat bun, but brightens because he’s always cheerful, and anyways, meat buns always make people happier, he rationalizes. Akanishi-kun had looked like he could have used a good meat bun anyways.
With this uplifting thought, he puts on a brave smile and walks the rest of the way back to their room.
“Where’s yours?” Tegoshi asks curiously when Massu passes around the steaming bag. “Did you eat it already?”
“Um,” Massu replies, grateful for a quick excuse. “Yeah, I ate it while I was walking back!”
“Where did you even go?” Shige asks, eyebrows raised. “It’s been twenty minutes!”
“I, uh, I bumped into Akanishi-kun?” Massu ventures. “We ate our meat buns together?” It was only half a lie anyways, Massu decides. He had bumped into Akanishi-kun and Akanishi-kun had eaten a meat bun. The fact that it was actually his meat bun first isn’t really very important.
“You eat too much,” Shige says jokingly, gingerly unwrapping his own steaming meat bun.
“Shut up, Shige,” Ryo suddenly interjects angrily, causing Shige to redden with embarrassment and everyone else to look up, slightly wary. “You talk too much.”
Shige blinks, cheeks a blotchy red. “S-sorry?” He stammers. He looks beseechingly at Yamapi, who can only shrug in confusion.
Massu laughs nervously. “Maa, it’s okay, right? Ne, Ryo, I don’t mind!”
Ryo opens his mouth again as if to say something but when Shige winces and looks down, clearly hurt, he changes his mind and closes it. He shoves his still untouched meat bun at Massu and crosses his arms. “You can have it,” he mumbles. “I’m not that hungry anyways.”
Massu looks from the meat bun to Ryo and back to the meat bun again. Another smile spreads across his face, this one even more delighted than the last. “Thanks, Ryo!” He exclaims, and beams.
Ryo smiles back too, and that day, Massu’s meat bun tastes better than it ever has.