massive post, as promised. because it's already the 23rd in Japan, idk.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,

KAMENASHI

KAZUYA. ♥

( and this is when I say I love you like no other )

Jin walks into KAT-TUN’s studio earlier than usual the next morning, only to find Kazuya sitting stiffly on a chair, his head in his hands.

“…Kame?” Questioning, Jin kneels down beside the chair, timidly reaching out to tap the other on the shoulder. Kazuya starts, raising his head to look at Jin, whose eyes widen when he sees the strange, ( Read more... )

Yamada stares out the window, out at the blinding sunshine and blue sky, so blue it looks as if somebody took a paintbrush and smeared it across the canvas of the world. Out, at a certain person standing below on the cement paved sidewalk below the rays of the sun, his hair ruffling slightly in the soft breeze as he grins, flashing a perfect set ( Read more... )

It’s crazy. Crazy, Jin thinks, because nothing ever ends up the way they seem to be, because the world doesn’t give second chances.

Outside. Outside it’s humid, so fucking humid without a raindrop to spare. It reminds Jin of his life; kind of blurry and fast-paced but never the way it seems to be. And everything, everything is just messed up ( Read more... )

Jin stands on the slightly sticky tiled floor of his kitchen, washing his dishes by the dim light of the TV as the rain continues, endlessly pounding on the rooftop and outside his window.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Annoyed, he turns the faucet off, which emits a loud, rusty squeak. He winces, then attempts to dry his hands on an already wet dishrag ( Read more... )

“Yama-chan!”

He spins around at the sound of his name, brightening into a smile when he sees Akanishi Jin walking towards him in a leisurely manner. “Hai, Akanishi-senpai.”

Jin laughs. “Just call me Jin, hey?”

Nodding, Ryosuke tilts his head; peering up at Jin and shaking his head slightly to let the fringes of bangs fall to one side. “ ( Read more... )

“It is now 5 to 8, please keep listening for this amazing young miracle’s first honorary performance here in our very own New York City.”

“…And walking onstage, here comes Nakajima Yuto!”

“Tonight, he will be playing Rachmaninov’s piano concerto number 2, quite a feat for somebody as young as 15. This will give him a chance to show his ( Read more... )

It’s a beautiful day.

That is Tegoshi’s first thought when he skips out of his apartment building, flashing a smile to anybody he recognizes, which is basically everybody. Social butterfly, Ryo always likes to call him, and just thinking about the older man brings another brilliant smile to Tegoshi’s face.

“Yuya.” Lost in his own world, ( Read more... )

Time passes in a blur; there is only one week left until filming starts for the new drama Kazuya is about to star in.

One Pound no Fukuin, Kazuya repeats the name in his mind until it is etched in there, like the letters of his name he used to carve into the bark of trees when he was a child. He flexes his arms involuntarily as he leans his ( Read more... )

The atmosphere in KAT-TUN’s studio the next morning has somehow become content, light as a feather or a cloud floating calmly in the sky. It is one of those days where everybody seems to be in a good mood, everybody including the usually snarky Ryo, who happens to be sitting beside Kazuya on the ground, silently flipping through a magazine, his arm ( Read more... )