Hanson - MMMBop
Title: POPPIES ARE FUCKING AWESOME
Pairing: Ryo/Pi/Jin bffery, Ryo/girls, Pi/Jin
Rating: PG-13 for language and drugscapades
Summary: What exactly is an mmmbop? With the aid of Mary Jane, Ryo, Pi and Jin begin a magical journey to find out what an mmmbop is.
Warning: Soft drug use, implied sexual situations involving Ryo :P, dumbness, sugary sap.
Based on: “MMMBop” by Hanson
It all started when Jin decided that 90’s music would be his latest “thing”. The retro trend seemed to work for a large majority of musicians, and as Jin had already conquered a small corner of the R & B market with his platinum-selling album “Very Light Chocolate”, he needed a new challenge.
This was how Ryo, Jin and Pi found themselves crowded around a netbook in a random suburb of the Midwest. Jin was there to “find himself” which meant a lyric-writing retreat. His label had insisted that he utilize their “summer cottage” for artists, but it became clear that it was just a fancy name for what was a small ranch house in a boring suburban town.
Jin didn’t really mind, everyone was friendly and fascinated by him, and because the majority of the music people listened to around here was classic rock or country.
And the burgers at the local place were to die for.
And there was no one here to lecture him about getting fat, which was awesome.
Yawning, Pi groaned when Jin rewound the video to play it again. He didn’t understand why they were watching so many weird 90’s boy band and pop videos. Sure, there were some high points (when Jin had played tons of rap videos with lots of booties and short shorts) but this was getting ridiculous.
If it was anyone else but Jin, Pi would have objected, but it was Jin, and Pi would do anything for the idiot, even watch sub-par production values.
“Let’s go get ice cream,” Pi insisted, trying to tempt Jin with his favorite distraction.
“Yeah, you said there’s that awesome place named Drama Queen where they let you add all those things and then they put it in a blender, that sounds kinda cool,” Ryo prodded, catching on to Pi’s motivation.
“No, I gotta find out what an ‘mmmbop’ is,” Jin said, shutting the lid of his laptop, his eyes widening in excitement.
“And I’ve got just the thing to help us,” Jin said, giggling to himself.
--
2 hours later….
“Oh my god did you know your ceiling has TEXTURE,” Pi exclaimed, splaying his fingers out in excitement, nearly gasping as he tried to touch the ceiling despite sitting firmly on his ass in a chair.
Ryo giggled, and Jin raised an eyebrow. “What are you laughing at?” he asked, nudging him slightly, which caused Ryo to fall over like a daruma and incited further giggle fits from the man who had just scarfed down three bowls of Rocky Road ice cream and proclaimed it the “most fucking delicious thing”” ever.
Pi groaned and rolled over on his back like a turtle. “Burrito,” he repeated over and over like a mantra or a spell that would conjure one up.
“Good idea, man,” Jin said, and then remembered the whole point of this mission.
“But…we have to find the mmmbop,” Jin said quietly, nodding as he slipped on his sunglasses and they went out the door.
--
Ryo’s giggling made them a bit conspicuous, as did the fact that a local group of girls had taken to stalking Jin ever since Pi came to visit (a fact which Pi took liberties in throwing in Jin’s face at every given opportunity- Jin just rolled his eyes).
Pi started to sing “Lovejuice” and Jin shot him a look. That was one song he planned not to release in America quite yet, not until the words were checked out a bit more. He couldn’t have another incident like the night before at a local bar where Ryo asked a girl if “Would you like some sweet bitch?”
That resulted in a black eye and Ryo fuming in the bathroom for two hours with a bag of frozen peas on his eye muttering about “crazy American girls”.
“Ice cream, ice cream,” Jin continued to hum under his breath, convinced that this was the one thing that would solve all of his problems and somehow inspire him to the location of the magical and wonderful “mmmbop” that he sought.
Ryo stared at the menu for fifteen minutes before he finally made his decision and Pi tried to jump over the counter and eat the fudge that was sitting in a vat behind the counter, taunting him. Luckily, one of the local high school girls thought he was adorable and gave him a cup of it if he promised to go sit back down.
Jin tried to order a pickle blizzard and failed, much to his chagrin, and the person taking their order didn’t seem to enjoy his antics, even inquiring sarcastically as to if he was pregnant. “See I told you you were getting fat!” Ryo chortled until Pi sent him a threatening look.
Sated with their ice cream, Jin nearly died of a food orgasm due to his concoction of Oreos, hot fudge, caramel and marshmallow. He named it “The Skeet Skeet Surprise” to which Pi nearly puked up his own mixture of vanilla soft serve, strawberry surprise and what he was pretty sure were fruit candies named after a private part (or maybe Jin had said Runts, it was hard to tell).
Ryo, after spending an eternity looking at the menu, had just chosen a chocolate-dipped cone. Jin called him a lame-ass but regretted it after Ryo proved that even under the influence he had great aim and smashed the remnants of his cone into Jin’s favorite fleece hoodie.
Ryo hated that hoodie anyways; it was red plaid and made him look like a gay lumberjack, in Ryo’s opinion.
Pi kept looking over at Jin with a strange expression in his eyes, but Jin didn’t notice. Ryo was sick of Jin making groaning noises at his ice cream and had never been happier than when Jin finished his “Surprise” and threw the spoon in the trash can.
“Let’s go for a walk, I bet we will find the mmmbop that way,” Jin suggested, to which both Ryo and Pi nodded like bobble heads in a car window.
--
“Guys? Guys?” Ryo said quietly, looking around at the buildings surrounding him. Nothing looked familiar and there was no comforting noise like there was in Tokyo.
Instead there was a deafening calm surrounding him, punctuated only by the sound of crickets and what he thought might be farm machinery.
Ryo gulped and continued walking down the road, praying someone would save him.
On the bright side, he didn’t have to deal with Pi staring at Jin like he had since they had gotten to America. It had been driving Ryo crazy but he didn’t want to say anything.
Maybe being lost wasn’t so bad. Silence was preferable to hearing Jin orgasm over Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
--
“Where the hell are we?” Pi grumbled, staring around him, Ryo long forgotten in the recesses of suburbia.
Jin stared in utter amazement at the colors that spread out around them, blending one into the other, a miasma of bright purple and yellow splotched with black bursts that spiraled out into the middle of the field.
Falling backwards, Jin heard an “oof” as he landed on Pi who had already lain down in the field. This was the prettiest place in town, and Jin had never been here before.
“It’s so pretty,” Pi whispered and Jin nodded in response, the colors overwhelming his senses as well as the feeling of Pi’s hand brushing against his and the thudding of his heart against his ribcage. He wasn’t sure why, but being out here made him feel like he was so tiny, but also like he was connected to the universe, but most of all to his friends and his family.
It was like there were strings connecting him to everyone across the globe, red, silver, purple. He could close his eyes and see each of them in detail, forming a beautiful web of support across the world. But the strongest thread, the one that gleamed a beautiful brilliant gold that glinted in the sunlight, went straight to the heart of his best friend that was currently lying next to him, eyes closed in bliss.
“Pi,” Jin said, his voice cracking on the syllable.
“Yeah, Jin?” Pi said; his eyes still shut against the bright sun, enjoying the play of colors on the back of his eyelids.
“I think I like you and I know this sounds weird and I hope we can still be…” Jin began, but couldn’t finish because Pi was on top of him and pressing his lips against his and all of his words were lost with the soft pressure Pi’s body was putting on him.
Pi broke apart for a second, his breath lost with that moment. “Jin,” was all he said, and grinned widely, realizing that he was on top of his best friend and oh god what was he doing.
But in that moment he realized that it didn’t matter, that whatever was going on in that moment was what mattered to him, what was important. Spending a beautiful moment with the person that he loved, that was all he really wanted. The moments spent on stage were fun and sent an exhilarating rush through his body, but the one moment, the one short instance that he wanted was the one he was experiencing now.
Jin reached up and touched Pi’s face in such a light manner that Pi felt shivers go down his spine and as cliché as it sounded, he did feel butterflies in his stomach.
“I like you too,” Pi said softly, leaning so close to Jin that his eyelashes touched Jin’s cheeks.
Jin felt his heart skip a beat, and gulped as Pi’s lips met his again.
--
The stars above him were gloriously beautiful, explosions of blue, silver and gold, but Ryo couldn’t control his heartbeat as he turned in circles, still hiding from the cop that had asked him where he was going. Ryo didn’t have his passport and being deported would really suck.
“Are you lost?” a tall blonde girl asked, looking at Ryo with wide eyes.
“Yes… I…where am my home?” Ryo asked in very halting broken English, not remembering a damn thing of what Jin had taught him.
“Aw you poor thing!” a short curvaceous redhead said, rubbing his shoulders and looking at him with a sympathetic look.
“Do you need help?” the blonde asked, and with a sudden gesture a bit of her cleavage peeked out of her top.
Ryo nodded vigorously.
--
Two days later….
“Don’t you feel like we forgot something?” Jin said, smiling as Pi scrunched his nose in confusion and burrowed further under the fuzzy comforter draping the bed.
“Oh shit, Ryo!” Pi said and Jin squeaked.
At that very moment the doorbell rang and a very satisfied looking Ryo entered with a giant smirk on his face. Jin and Pi looked at each other in a confused manner as Ryo sank down on the couch, wincing a bit when his body nearly disappeared into the squishy beige cushions.
“Where have you been?” Jin inquired, raising an eyebrow at the blissful aura surrounding the usually cranky man.
“Heaven, with lots and lots of angels. Have I mentioned how much I love English?” Ryo said, and Pi looked at him like he had four heads. Ryo sighed happily and curled up into a ball, spreading the bright purple fuzzy blanket over himself.
“I mean, who’d have thought English was so useful,” Ryo said wistfully, blushing a bit and then burying his face into Jin’s bright pink throw pillow.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Jin inquired, but Ryo had fallen fast asleep.
“Looks like he found his mmmbop,” Pi snorted.
Jin threw a pillow at him, but then a light bulb turned on above his head.
“Internet. The Internet has our answer,” Jin said, hoping that he would finally find an answer to his inquiry.
Pi shrugged and they scooted over to his laptop, with Ryo snoring away.
“Mmmbop,” Jin spelled out slowly on Youtube. Youtube seemed to have the answers for almost everything - it was a lifesaver when he ran out of conditioner, and Google would be his next stop.
“Oh look it’s those three girls that sang the song!” Jin exclaimed happily until they opened their mouths.
“They’re dudes!” Pi said, incredulous at the fact that three dudes could be so pretty.
“An mmmbop is an instant, a ‘before you know it’, you know, something happening so quickly you can’t believe it,” the middle “brother” explained as Jin and Pi watched on in amazement.
“That’s it?” Jin said sadly, deflated.
“Well I think we found it,” Pi said decisively, smiling at Jin.
“What?” Jin replied, confused as to how Pi could be so happy when the answer was so lame for something they looked for so long.
“Our mmmbop. In the poppies,” Pi said, intertwining his fingers with Jin’s.
“That… was our moment,” Jin whispered, trying to keep quiet so Ryo wouldn’t wake up.
“Get a room!” Ryo cried out in his sleep.
They were happy to oblige.
Pairing: Ryo/Pi/Jin bffery, Ryo/girls, Pi/Jin
Rating: PG-13 for language and drugscapades
Summary: What exactly is an mmmbop? With the aid of Mary Jane, Ryo, Pi and Jin begin a magical journey to find out what an mmmbop is.
Warning: Soft drug use, implied sexual situations involving Ryo :P, dumbness, sugary sap.
Based on: “MMMBop” by Hanson
It all started when Jin decided that 90’s music would be his latest “thing”. The retro trend seemed to work for a large majority of musicians, and as Jin had already conquered a small corner of the R & B market with his platinum-selling album “Very Light Chocolate”, he needed a new challenge.
This was how Ryo, Jin and Pi found themselves crowded around a netbook in a random suburb of the Midwest. Jin was there to “find himself” which meant a lyric-writing retreat. His label had insisted that he utilize their “summer cottage” for artists, but it became clear that it was just a fancy name for what was a small ranch house in a boring suburban town.
Jin didn’t really mind, everyone was friendly and fascinated by him, and because the majority of the music people listened to around here was classic rock or country.
And the burgers at the local place were to die for.
And there was no one here to lecture him about getting fat, which was awesome.
Yawning, Pi groaned when Jin rewound the video to play it again. He didn’t understand why they were watching so many weird 90’s boy band and pop videos. Sure, there were some high points (when Jin had played tons of rap videos with lots of booties and short shorts) but this was getting ridiculous.
If it was anyone else but Jin, Pi would have objected, but it was Jin, and Pi would do anything for the idiot, even watch sub-par production values.
“Let’s go get ice cream,” Pi insisted, trying to tempt Jin with his favorite distraction.
“Yeah, you said there’s that awesome place named Drama Queen where they let you add all those things and then they put it in a blender, that sounds kinda cool,” Ryo prodded, catching on to Pi’s motivation.
“No, I gotta find out what an ‘mmmbop’ is,” Jin said, shutting the lid of his laptop, his eyes widening in excitement.
“And I’ve got just the thing to help us,” Jin said, giggling to himself.
--
2 hours later….
“Oh my god did you know your ceiling has TEXTURE,” Pi exclaimed, splaying his fingers out in excitement, nearly gasping as he tried to touch the ceiling despite sitting firmly on his ass in a chair.
Ryo giggled, and Jin raised an eyebrow. “What are you laughing at?” he asked, nudging him slightly, which caused Ryo to fall over like a daruma and incited further giggle fits from the man who had just scarfed down three bowls of Rocky Road ice cream and proclaimed it the “most fucking delicious thing”” ever.
Pi groaned and rolled over on his back like a turtle. “Burrito,” he repeated over and over like a mantra or a spell that would conjure one up.
“Good idea, man,” Jin said, and then remembered the whole point of this mission.
“But…we have to find the mmmbop,” Jin said quietly, nodding as he slipped on his sunglasses and they went out the door.
--
Ryo’s giggling made them a bit conspicuous, as did the fact that a local group of girls had taken to stalking Jin ever since Pi came to visit (a fact which Pi took liberties in throwing in Jin’s face at every given opportunity- Jin just rolled his eyes).
Pi started to sing “Lovejuice” and Jin shot him a look. That was one song he planned not to release in America quite yet, not until the words were checked out a bit more. He couldn’t have another incident like the night before at a local bar where Ryo asked a girl if “Would you like some sweet bitch?”
That resulted in a black eye and Ryo fuming in the bathroom for two hours with a bag of frozen peas on his eye muttering about “crazy American girls”.
“Ice cream, ice cream,” Jin continued to hum under his breath, convinced that this was the one thing that would solve all of his problems and somehow inspire him to the location of the magical and wonderful “mmmbop” that he sought.
Ryo stared at the menu for fifteen minutes before he finally made his decision and Pi tried to jump over the counter and eat the fudge that was sitting in a vat behind the counter, taunting him. Luckily, one of the local high school girls thought he was adorable and gave him a cup of it if he promised to go sit back down.
Jin tried to order a pickle blizzard and failed, much to his chagrin, and the person taking their order didn’t seem to enjoy his antics, even inquiring sarcastically as to if he was pregnant. “See I told you you were getting fat!” Ryo chortled until Pi sent him a threatening look.
Sated with their ice cream, Jin nearly died of a food orgasm due to his concoction of Oreos, hot fudge, caramel and marshmallow. He named it “The Skeet Skeet Surprise” to which Pi nearly puked up his own mixture of vanilla soft serve, strawberry surprise and what he was pretty sure were fruit candies named after a private part (or maybe Jin had said Runts, it was hard to tell).
Ryo, after spending an eternity looking at the menu, had just chosen a chocolate-dipped cone. Jin called him a lame-ass but regretted it after Ryo proved that even under the influence he had great aim and smashed the remnants of his cone into Jin’s favorite fleece hoodie.
Ryo hated that hoodie anyways; it was red plaid and made him look like a gay lumberjack, in Ryo’s opinion.
Pi kept looking over at Jin with a strange expression in his eyes, but Jin didn’t notice. Ryo was sick of Jin making groaning noises at his ice cream and had never been happier than when Jin finished his “Surprise” and threw the spoon in the trash can.
“Let’s go for a walk, I bet we will find the mmmbop that way,” Jin suggested, to which both Ryo and Pi nodded like bobble heads in a car window.
--
“Guys? Guys?” Ryo said quietly, looking around at the buildings surrounding him. Nothing looked familiar and there was no comforting noise like there was in Tokyo.
Instead there was a deafening calm surrounding him, punctuated only by the sound of crickets and what he thought might be farm machinery.
Ryo gulped and continued walking down the road, praying someone would save him.
On the bright side, he didn’t have to deal with Pi staring at Jin like he had since they had gotten to America. It had been driving Ryo crazy but he didn’t want to say anything.
Maybe being lost wasn’t so bad. Silence was preferable to hearing Jin orgasm over Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
--
“Where the hell are we?” Pi grumbled, staring around him, Ryo long forgotten in the recesses of suburbia.
Jin stared in utter amazement at the colors that spread out around them, blending one into the other, a miasma of bright purple and yellow splotched with black bursts that spiraled out into the middle of the field.
Falling backwards, Jin heard an “oof” as he landed on Pi who had already lain down in the field. This was the prettiest place in town, and Jin had never been here before.
“It’s so pretty,” Pi whispered and Jin nodded in response, the colors overwhelming his senses as well as the feeling of Pi’s hand brushing against his and the thudding of his heart against his ribcage. He wasn’t sure why, but being out here made him feel like he was so tiny, but also like he was connected to the universe, but most of all to his friends and his family.
It was like there were strings connecting him to everyone across the globe, red, silver, purple. He could close his eyes and see each of them in detail, forming a beautiful web of support across the world. But the strongest thread, the one that gleamed a beautiful brilliant gold that glinted in the sunlight, went straight to the heart of his best friend that was currently lying next to him, eyes closed in bliss.
“Pi,” Jin said, his voice cracking on the syllable.
“Yeah, Jin?” Pi said; his eyes still shut against the bright sun, enjoying the play of colors on the back of his eyelids.
“I think I like you and I know this sounds weird and I hope we can still be…” Jin began, but couldn’t finish because Pi was on top of him and pressing his lips against his and all of his words were lost with the soft pressure Pi’s body was putting on him.
Pi broke apart for a second, his breath lost with that moment. “Jin,” was all he said, and grinned widely, realizing that he was on top of his best friend and oh god what was he doing.
But in that moment he realized that it didn’t matter, that whatever was going on in that moment was what mattered to him, what was important. Spending a beautiful moment with the person that he loved, that was all he really wanted. The moments spent on stage were fun and sent an exhilarating rush through his body, but the one moment, the one short instance that he wanted was the one he was experiencing now.
Jin reached up and touched Pi’s face in such a light manner that Pi felt shivers go down his spine and as cliché as it sounded, he did feel butterflies in his stomach.
“I like you too,” Pi said softly, leaning so close to Jin that his eyelashes touched Jin’s cheeks.
Jin felt his heart skip a beat, and gulped as Pi’s lips met his again.
--
The stars above him were gloriously beautiful, explosions of blue, silver and gold, but Ryo couldn’t control his heartbeat as he turned in circles, still hiding from the cop that had asked him where he was going. Ryo didn’t have his passport and being deported would really suck.
“Are you lost?” a tall blonde girl asked, looking at Ryo with wide eyes.
“Yes… I…where am my home?” Ryo asked in very halting broken English, not remembering a damn thing of what Jin had taught him.
“Aw you poor thing!” a short curvaceous redhead said, rubbing his shoulders and looking at him with a sympathetic look.
“Do you need help?” the blonde asked, and with a sudden gesture a bit of her cleavage peeked out of her top.
Ryo nodded vigorously.
--
Two days later….
“Don’t you feel like we forgot something?” Jin said, smiling as Pi scrunched his nose in confusion and burrowed further under the fuzzy comforter draping the bed.
“Oh shit, Ryo!” Pi said and Jin squeaked.
At that very moment the doorbell rang and a very satisfied looking Ryo entered with a giant smirk on his face. Jin and Pi looked at each other in a confused manner as Ryo sank down on the couch, wincing a bit when his body nearly disappeared into the squishy beige cushions.
“Where have you been?” Jin inquired, raising an eyebrow at the blissful aura surrounding the usually cranky man.
“Heaven, with lots and lots of angels. Have I mentioned how much I love English?” Ryo said, and Pi looked at him like he had four heads. Ryo sighed happily and curled up into a ball, spreading the bright purple fuzzy blanket over himself.
“I mean, who’d have thought English was so useful,” Ryo said wistfully, blushing a bit and then burying his face into Jin’s bright pink throw pillow.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Jin inquired, but Ryo had fallen fast asleep.
“Looks like he found his mmmbop,” Pi snorted.
Jin threw a pillow at him, but then a light bulb turned on above his head.
“Internet. The Internet has our answer,” Jin said, hoping that he would finally find an answer to his inquiry.
Pi shrugged and they scooted over to his laptop, with Ryo snoring away.
“Mmmbop,” Jin spelled out slowly on Youtube. Youtube seemed to have the answers for almost everything - it was a lifesaver when he ran out of conditioner, and Google would be his next stop.
“Oh look it’s those three girls that sang the song!” Jin exclaimed happily until they opened their mouths.
“They’re dudes!” Pi said, incredulous at the fact that three dudes could be so pretty.
“An mmmbop is an instant, a ‘before you know it’, you know, something happening so quickly you can’t believe it,” the middle “brother” explained as Jin and Pi watched on in amazement.
“That’s it?” Jin said sadly, deflated.
“Well I think we found it,” Pi said decisively, smiling at Jin.
“What?” Jin replied, confused as to how Pi could be so happy when the answer was so lame for something they looked for so long.
“Our mmmbop. In the poppies,” Pi said, intertwining his fingers with Jin’s.
“That… was our moment,” Jin whispered, trying to keep quiet so Ryo wouldn’t wake up.
“Get a room!” Ryo cried out in his sleep.
They were happy to oblige.