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[wintersjuly]

So me and ilanabean42 were spamming the crap out of each other as per usual, right? We were discussing about writing styles and how recognizable writing styles are (and the way I’m totally psychic and realized what fic was hers in a heartbeat) and then she had this Idea.

ilanabean42: I wonder what would happen if JE fandom had one of those things where you post fic

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Part 1

[anonymous]

It's all Kame's fault, and Jin intends to kill him just as soon as the restraints are undone. Providing, of course, that he survives his first - and hopefully his last - session of torture at the hands of Tickling Guan Yin.

It's their fourth shoot for the segment, and this time the "Smile Athletes" have to juggle...while jumping a rope, which is being twirled by two of the other KAT-TUN members. Jin knew he should have protested when Kame volunteered to hold the rope for him - the younger man's grin promised mischief in spades - and he thought he'd be lucky to manage three jumps, never mind Taguchi's ten.

As it turned out, he didn't even manage two. He made the mistake of facing Kame as he jumped, and that was the end of it. Kame mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "You're a lousy kisser" at him, and Jin's bright, charming smile faltered just long enough for the voice from above to thunder "NO SMILE!". To add insult to injury, he dropped all three juggling balls, one of which landed on his head. Had he thought about it, he'd have thrown it at Kame.

But he didn't, and now he's going to suffer for it. Jin tries to keep calm while Kensuke straps him in; Koki assists, far too gleeful about the whole situation. He knows he could tear the restraints if he really wanted to, but the material feels like chains around his wrists and ankles and if he moves, they'll only strap him back up anyway. Better to grin and bear it. The only other alternative is to throw a tantrum and refuse to go through with it, ensuring they'll have to reshoot the event so he never loses his smile. Then everyone will be cross with him, and Jin's been trying very hard to slot back in to the group since his return from LA.

It isn't that he objects to looking ridiculous on television - those feelings can't exist in his line of work. It isn't even that he objects to losing the contest, although it wasn't technically his fault.

What Jin strenuously objects to is: being tickled. Worse still: being tickled from behind by people he can't see. Glittering gold hands clutching and clawing at him, making him squirm.

At least it won't be for long. Jin closes his eyes in anticipation, trying to look serene and convince everybody that he's perfectly at peace instead of waiting for an axe to fall on him. He hears Nakamaru make some crack about him falling asleep; Kame's laughing already and Jin swears it's going to be as painful a death as he can manage.

Part 2

[anonymous]

The torture session starts. Jin flinches and twists away from the hand that fumbles near his collarbone, biting down on his lower lip to keep himself from crying out when the fingers get too close for comfort to that sensitive spot. Other hands roam freely up and down his legs, occasionally bordering on intimacies not really suitable for the target audience, and despite his annoyance with Kame Jin wishes he could pretend that it was Kame's fingers teasing him through his clothes.

But that would involve imagining Kame as a gold, six-armed god, and since Kame most certainly does not have more than two arms, Jin's not sure his brain could handle that mental image. Not without looking at Kame strangely forever after.

Jin sags as much as he dares, eyes still closed, as they finally let him go. He hasn't bitten through his lip - not quite - and he's sort of proud that he's managed to stay both silent and straight-faced through the whole ordeal. He doesn't look at Kame afterwards, doesn't make eye contact with anyone if he can help it, and sits down before he falls down.

Later, when they're changing to leave, Kame beckons him aside. They wait till the other members have finished and the room is empty, and Jin decides that this is as good a time as any to vent his anger.

He doesn't get the chance. Kame surprises him by apologising before he can even work up the energy for a good argument, and he looks like he means it.

"If you're so sorry," Jin sulks, "then why'd you do it in the first place? Didn't want me to win again? Because it's not like I was in with a chance today anyway, so you might as well not have bothered."

Kame shakes his head. "I wanted to see what would happen if you lost your smile." Jin frowns to indicate that yes, his smile is well and truly lost and Kame clarifies with, "I mean, it was your turn to get tickled. I wanted to watch."

"You're sadistic."

"But you already knew that," Kame points out, then backs Jin against the door so no one can walk in on them before he kisses him hungrily, pressing hard on Jin's bruised lip.

Jin yelps in pain and jerks backwards, accidentally hitting his head on the door, and Kame doubles over with laughter the way he frequently does around some of their more entertaining guests.

"It's not funny!" Jin protests, but he starts to laugh too. The two of them sink down to the floor in the midst of a giggling fit so juvenile that even the Juniors wouldn't be caught dead participating, and Kame wraps an arm round Jin's shoulders to draw him as near as he can get without actually pulling the heavier man into his lap.

"I still don't think it's funny," Jin says breathlessly, though his expression belies this. "And I am *not* a bad kisser! I get enough practice with you, don't I?"

"Well..." Kame pretends to ponder, but Jin bats him over the head with his flapping sleeve. "You're a bad *screen* kisser, but as you and I are never going to be kissing each other for the cameras, I don't think that's important."

"Not unless we move into the adult entertainment industry," Jin agrees, and that starts them both laughing again.

Koki finds them like that, ten minutes later when he returns for his baseball cap, but neither of them cares to explain the joke.