I Fucking Love You, You Asshole
Title: I fucking love you, you asshole
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Nishikido Ryo
Rating: pg-13 for language
Warnings: Vulgar language
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Summary: Yamapi's worried when Jin wants to make Valentine's chocolates for someone special, and Ryo's his usual poison tonged self.
A/N: Originally written Here http://community.livejournal.com/je_hottestlove/50077.html?thread=461213#t461213 for the prompt Ryo/Jin: Jin making the Valentine chocolate. Since it's officially Valentine's Day where I am now, I decided to properly post this. On that note, if anyone would be willing to explain to me how these fucking link things work on here I would love you forever.
“Shit, shit, FUCK, damn!”
Yamapi sighed as he listened to the accented English coming from the kitchen. It had been hours since Jin had stormed through the door with a determined look on his face and four bags of groceries in his hands, declaring that he needed the kitchen to himself. Naturally, Yamapi had questioned the idea of Jin in the kitchen. He had tried calling Kame to come save his apartment when he first smelt smoke, only to be hung up on before he could even finish his request. He then had tried to go and at least offer his own help, only to be refused. Apparently, Jin insisted that he needed to do this on his own. All Yamapi knew was that there was a lot of banging, occasional screeching, and an endless burning smell coming from the kitchen.
Sighing as he heard yet another smash coming from the other room, Yamapi decided that he couldn’t let this go on any longer. Whatever Jin was trying to do in there, he was very clearly failing at it. Picking up his phone he hit speed dial for the one person who might actually be able to fix this problem. The sound of the other phone ringing made him feel a little anxious; this was his last hope, and the noises from the kitchen were progressively sounding more horrific the longer he sat there.
“What?”
Yamapi sighed as the call was picked up, “Ryo-chan, you have to come stop him! Jin’s trying to cook or something, and Kamenashi hung up on me when I tried to ask him for help. I don’t want my apartment to burn down, but Jin’s too stubborn to let me help.”
“What the hell is Jin doing trying to cook?” Ryo questioned, “And why the hell are you letting him?”
“He seemed so determined. Unfortunately his determination doesn’t seem to be helping him. Just come stop him, please. You can crash here for the night; we’ve got plenty of beer.”
The derisive snort through the phone told Yamapi that he’d won, “Like I’d pass up an opportunity for blackmail.”
Yamapi smiled, “Thanks Ryo-chan.”
When he opened the door Yamapi’s eyes were nothing but concerned. Judging by the eerie banging coming from the kitchen, preceded by an ominous cloud of smoke, Ryo didn’t need three guesses why. Shucking his shoes he padded into the apartment with a heavy scowl, heading directly to the kitchen.
“The fuck Jin, are you trying to kill everyone in the building? It’s amazing that the fire marshal hasn’t been called!” Ryo scoffed.
“Ryo-chan! Why are you here?” Jin sounded worried.
“Pi called and said you were trying to burn the place down. I had to see it to believe that you were actually trying to cook. What are you trying to do anyway; it smells like something already did die in here.”
Jin pouted lightly, “It’s not that bad.”
Ryo just gave him a look that said otherwise. Walking further into the disaster zone, Ryo inspected the contents of the grocery bags on the counter; more chocolate than anyone could ever actually eat. Glancing to the stove top he could easily see the mess of burnt chocolate everywhere and what looked like chocolate molds next to a plate of the most hideous confectionaries he had ever seen.
“Jin, are you trying to make chocolates? Seriously? Why don’t you just buy some that come already looking painfully cute?”
“Because that’s not as special. It wouldn’t mean anything if I just gave someone a box of store bought chocolates.” Jin replied, avoiding Ryo’s gaze.
Ryo laughed, “That’s stupid, store bought candies are better than food poisoning no matter how you look at it.”
“Shut up Ryo, I want to do this, okay.”
Ryo cautiously went over and picked up one of the pots off of the stove, glaring at the mess inside of it and the surrounding area.
“You can’t even do it right. You’re just wasting your time trying to melt the chocolate like this; you don’t just put it in a pot and put it on the stove, that’s why it’s burning you moron.”
Jin started at the gruff remark, “Well how am I supposed to know that. It’s not like I make a habit out of making candies. I didn’t think it would be that big a deal.”
Ryo sighed at the defeated quality of his friend’s voice. It certainly looked like he’d been trying to do this for hours by now, with only unattractive and inedible results. “Get two new pots, one a little smaller than the other.”
Jin quickly did as he was told, following Ryo’s instructions to put a little water in the larger pot. With Ryo helping him Jin managed to make a handful of chocolates that might actually be edible; even if they were all still more like lumps of confection than they were sweet roses and hearts.
“I still think you should just go buy a box of chocolates, nobody’s going to want these.” Ryo told him as he exited the kitchen with a beer in hand, leaving Jin alone to clean up the massive mess.
Sighing, Jin started to pile dishes in the sink, maybe Ryo had a point. What good was a confession if the chocolates looked so pathetic? They were supposed to represent his feelings, and if these chocolates looked like any feeling it would be nausea. Gritting his teeth he threw the misshapen candies in the trash. He’d just buy the biggest, most expensive box of chocolates on his way to work in the morning.
The next day Jin was the first one to leave the apartment, saying that he had somewhere he needed to go before heading in to work. The other two just shrugged it off as they got ready for work themselves. After all, nothing could be weirder than the previous night.
When Jin came walking nervously into the News break room at lunch, clutching his bag like a life line Yamapi greeted him happily. He nodded a noncommittal greeting as he continued his way over to where Ryo was lounging on one of the couches with his guitar. Stopping directly in front of him he reached into his bag and pulled out a shiny golden box with a lace lined, red ribbon wrapped around it, and thrust it into the other man’s chest.
Ryo scowled at the box in his hand, placing his guitar aside, “What the hell is this?”
“Chocolate.”
“Why?!” Ryo asked scornfully.
“It’s Valentine’s day.” Was the simply reply.
“What?”
“It’s Valentine’s Day; you know when you give people chocolate to show that you care.”
“So, why are you giving this to me?” Ryo continued to glare, now turning the look upon Jin instead of the box in his hands.
“I fucking love you, you asshole, is it really so hard to understand!”
Ryo glared at the decorative box yet again, staring at it for a good few minutes. “Yeah, I got that. What happened to the ones you made yesterday?”
Jin frowned, “I threw them out; they weren’t any good.”
Ryo shoved the box back at Jin, “Go make some new ones then, I don’t want this.”
Jin’s eyes widened before they hardened into a glare of his own. “You’re the one who said that I should just buy some. That nobody would want the one’s that I’d made.”
“I didn’t know they were for me!” Ryo countered, “Besides, they were ugly, and most of them probably couldn’t be eaten.”
Jin turned to walk away, furious and hurt. He made it one step before Ryo’s hand was wrapped around his wrist, pulling him down on top of the other. Angry lips were pressed to his for just a second.
“Make some more, I don’t want that store bought crap, it’s not as good.” Ryo husked against his lips.
Jin smiled as he was kissed again, he should have known that confessing to Ryo would be so exhaustingly annoying.
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Nishikido Ryo
Rating: pg-13 for language
Warnings: Vulgar language
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Summary: Yamapi's worried when Jin wants to make Valentine's chocolates for someone special, and Ryo's his usual poison tonged self.
A/N: Originally written Here http://community.livejournal.com/je_hottestlove/50077.html?thread=461213#t461213 for the prompt Ryo/Jin: Jin making the Valentine chocolate. Since it's officially Valentine's Day where I am now, I decided to properly post this. On that note, if anyone would be willing to explain to me how these fucking link things work on here I would love you forever.
“Shit, shit, FUCK, damn!”
Yamapi sighed as he listened to the accented English coming from the kitchen. It had been hours since Jin had stormed through the door with a determined look on his face and four bags of groceries in his hands, declaring that he needed the kitchen to himself. Naturally, Yamapi had questioned the idea of Jin in the kitchen. He had tried calling Kame to come save his apartment when he first smelt smoke, only to be hung up on before he could even finish his request. He then had tried to go and at least offer his own help, only to be refused. Apparently, Jin insisted that he needed to do this on his own. All Yamapi knew was that there was a lot of banging, occasional screeching, and an endless burning smell coming from the kitchen.
Sighing as he heard yet another smash coming from the other room, Yamapi decided that he couldn’t let this go on any longer. Whatever Jin was trying to do in there, he was very clearly failing at it. Picking up his phone he hit speed dial for the one person who might actually be able to fix this problem. The sound of the other phone ringing made him feel a little anxious; this was his last hope, and the noises from the kitchen were progressively sounding more horrific the longer he sat there.
“What?”
Yamapi sighed as the call was picked up, “Ryo-chan, you have to come stop him! Jin’s trying to cook or something, and Kamenashi hung up on me when I tried to ask him for help. I don’t want my apartment to burn down, but Jin’s too stubborn to let me help.”
“What the hell is Jin doing trying to cook?” Ryo questioned, “And why the hell are you letting him?”
“He seemed so determined. Unfortunately his determination doesn’t seem to be helping him. Just come stop him, please. You can crash here for the night; we’ve got plenty of beer.”
The derisive snort through the phone told Yamapi that he’d won, “Like I’d pass up an opportunity for blackmail.”
Yamapi smiled, “Thanks Ryo-chan.”
When he opened the door Yamapi’s eyes were nothing but concerned. Judging by the eerie banging coming from the kitchen, preceded by an ominous cloud of smoke, Ryo didn’t need three guesses why. Shucking his shoes he padded into the apartment with a heavy scowl, heading directly to the kitchen.
“The fuck Jin, are you trying to kill everyone in the building? It’s amazing that the fire marshal hasn’t been called!” Ryo scoffed.
“Ryo-chan! Why are you here?” Jin sounded worried.
“Pi called and said you were trying to burn the place down. I had to see it to believe that you were actually trying to cook. What are you trying to do anyway; it smells like something already did die in here.”
Jin pouted lightly, “It’s not that bad.”
Ryo just gave him a look that said otherwise. Walking further into the disaster zone, Ryo inspected the contents of the grocery bags on the counter; more chocolate than anyone could ever actually eat. Glancing to the stove top he could easily see the mess of burnt chocolate everywhere and what looked like chocolate molds next to a plate of the most hideous confectionaries he had ever seen.
“Jin, are you trying to make chocolates? Seriously? Why don’t you just buy some that come already looking painfully cute?”
“Because that’s not as special. It wouldn’t mean anything if I just gave someone a box of store bought chocolates.” Jin replied, avoiding Ryo’s gaze.
Ryo laughed, “That’s stupid, store bought candies are better than food poisoning no matter how you look at it.”
“Shut up Ryo, I want to do this, okay.”
Ryo cautiously went over and picked up one of the pots off of the stove, glaring at the mess inside of it and the surrounding area.
“You can’t even do it right. You’re just wasting your time trying to melt the chocolate like this; you don’t just put it in a pot and put it on the stove, that’s why it’s burning you moron.”
Jin started at the gruff remark, “Well how am I supposed to know that. It’s not like I make a habit out of making candies. I didn’t think it would be that big a deal.”
Ryo sighed at the defeated quality of his friend’s voice. It certainly looked like he’d been trying to do this for hours by now, with only unattractive and inedible results. “Get two new pots, one a little smaller than the other.”
Jin quickly did as he was told, following Ryo’s instructions to put a little water in the larger pot. With Ryo helping him Jin managed to make a handful of chocolates that might actually be edible; even if they were all still more like lumps of confection than they were sweet roses and hearts.
“I still think you should just go buy a box of chocolates, nobody’s going to want these.” Ryo told him as he exited the kitchen with a beer in hand, leaving Jin alone to clean up the massive mess.
Sighing, Jin started to pile dishes in the sink, maybe Ryo had a point. What good was a confession if the chocolates looked so pathetic? They were supposed to represent his feelings, and if these chocolates looked like any feeling it would be nausea. Gritting his teeth he threw the misshapen candies in the trash. He’d just buy the biggest, most expensive box of chocolates on his way to work in the morning.
The next day Jin was the first one to leave the apartment, saying that he had somewhere he needed to go before heading in to work. The other two just shrugged it off as they got ready for work themselves. After all, nothing could be weirder than the previous night.
When Jin came walking nervously into the News break room at lunch, clutching his bag like a life line Yamapi greeted him happily. He nodded a noncommittal greeting as he continued his way over to where Ryo was lounging on one of the couches with his guitar. Stopping directly in front of him he reached into his bag and pulled out a shiny golden box with a lace lined, red ribbon wrapped around it, and thrust it into the other man’s chest.
Ryo scowled at the box in his hand, placing his guitar aside, “What the hell is this?”
“Chocolate.”
“Why?!” Ryo asked scornfully.
“It’s Valentine’s day.” Was the simply reply.
“What?”
“It’s Valentine’s Day; you know when you give people chocolate to show that you care.”
“So, why are you giving this to me?” Ryo continued to glare, now turning the look upon Jin instead of the box in his hands.
“I fucking love you, you asshole, is it really so hard to understand!”
Ryo glared at the decorative box yet again, staring at it for a good few minutes. “Yeah, I got that. What happened to the ones you made yesterday?”
Jin frowned, “I threw them out; they weren’t any good.”
Ryo shoved the box back at Jin, “Go make some new ones then, I don’t want this.”
Jin’s eyes widened before they hardened into a glare of his own. “You’re the one who said that I should just buy some. That nobody would want the one’s that I’d made.”
“I didn’t know they were for me!” Ryo countered, “Besides, they were ugly, and most of them probably couldn’t be eaten.”
Jin turned to walk away, furious and hurt. He made it one step before Ryo’s hand was wrapped around his wrist, pulling him down on top of the other. Angry lips were pressed to his for just a second.
“Make some more, I don’t want that store bought crap, it’s not as good.” Ryo husked against his lips.
Jin smiled as he was kissed again, he should have known that confessing to Ryo would be so exhaustingly annoying.