[It was them]
Title: It was them.
Fandom: KAT-TUN, NEWS
Pairing: RyoPin
Raiting: G
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Summary: Jin was going to LA, and it was hard for everybody.
When Jin had announced he was going to LA, it hadn’t surprised him, not quite. He knew it was Jin’s dream, and it wasn’t like if Jin hadn’t told him about it plenty of times through the years, boring the hell out of him with plans and stupid ideas about what he would do if he ever got the chance. He had always smiled and nodded, listening and laughing while telling him that yes, he should try to do a trio with two hot blondies there in America. Because he had never thought he would be really going. But now he was. He was going to stay in another country - in another continent - for only God knew how long.
It was though for him. It was one of the toughest things he had had to go through. And yet all the eyes were turned on Kamenashi.
Kamenashi, who didn’t give a damn about Jin’s departure. Kamenashi, who had fought with Jin for some stupid reason neither of them had told him yet. Kamenashi, who was too furious to try to understand Jin’s decision even when he knew it was the dream his friend wanted to fulfill the most, and settled with saying the boy was just turning his back on his work, his friends, his group. His life.
He knew better. He had been angry at first, too. He had been angry at Jin because he hadn’t wanted him to go and leave him - leave them. But then he had calmed down, he had acted like the adult one - just like always - and had listened to his friend, had seen the way Jin’s face brightened up - all smiles and laughs and eyes shining with hope - everytime he would tell him about even the most boring details like the planes and the documents and the medical tests. And it had just been too difficult to be angry at Jin when seeing how much he had longed for this to become true. He had understood. Kamenashi hadn’t. And yet everybody was worried about the younger, asking him if he was okay or if he needed something. Trying to cheer him up.
But it wasn’t Kamenashi the one who stood by Jin’s side all the way along. It wasn’t Kamenashi who went with him to hospital because he didn’t want to go alone. It wasn’t Kamenashi who helped the boy to fulfill all the boring legal papers Jin was just to lazy to do, nor the one who encouraged him all the times the boy had hesitated about his decision - no matter how painful it was telling him to go when he wanted him so badly to stay. It was them, Ryo and him, supporting his friend.
It was them the ones helping Jin to make his luggage and get ready the last minute stuff. It was them the ones Jin treated to dinner his last night in Japan, the ones he went drinking with, the ones he laughed with, joked with, played with. It was them the ones who stayed over at Jin’s place that night, the three of them sleeping together in Jin’s bed - a mess of limbs, sheets and pillows because the bed was obviously to little for three adult men to sleep in - like if they were teenager girls because they just didn’t want to let the boy go, not even for a minute before the plane departure.
It was them alone in the airport. Them, and their best friend and his luggage and all the things they didn’t want to say because they were men after all, and girly sentimental stuff wasn’t something their manly pride could stand. So they just settled with shaking hands, though it somehow ended up with Jin pulling them into a close embrace and three different voices whispering something about friendship, missing people, hugs too tight to breath properly, let me go you idiot, what do you think the people is going to think and who has just sobbed?
They were the ones who last saw Jin. The ones who held out their hands the more steadier they could, trying to hide how lightly they were shaking as they waved to the dissappearing form, because they knew it was already difficult enough for Jin to say goodbye. They. Ryo and him. Not Kamenashi, nor anyone else. And yet, nobody cared to ask them how they were.
Yamashita opened the door of his apartment and the sound of the key earned barks from the inside. The boy stepped in and two little dogs rushed to greet him. He looked for the third one. Ne, Pi, you will take care of Pin-chan while I’m abroad, won’t you? The dog looked as depressed as he was feeling right now, his head dropping back to the ground as soon as he saw it was not his owner coming back.
The boy dropped himself on the couch and Ryo followed suit. They stretched themselves and unconsciously got closer to each other, trying to fill up all the room, but it just didn’t feel right. There was something missing. A boy trying to get all the couch for himself, trying to kick them off and complaints because it wasn’t big enough for the three of them, loud curses and hey, fat Bakanishi, maybe if you slimmed down we’ll fit there, endless whimpers because he was not fat and more curses and complaints because Jin was an idiot and a noisy one on top of all.
Yamashita leaned his head against Ryo’s shoulder and took his mobile phone, looking through the numbers. He knew Jin was still on the plane. He knew he wouldn’t read the message until he arrived - in case he would even notice it - and he knew that wouldn’t happen until nearly the next day. He didn’t care as he typed and pressed the send button.
“Hey Bakanishi, make sure you learn something useful there and watch the hamburgers or Ryo-chan is gonna make hell out of your life once you come back.”
And then, very little, almost like it wasn’t there.
“Remember us. Remember we miss you. Take care.”
Fandom: KAT-TUN, NEWS
Pairing: RyoPin
Raiting: G
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Summary: Jin was going to LA, and it was hard for everybody.
When Jin had announced he was going to LA, it hadn’t surprised him, not quite. He knew it was Jin’s dream, and it wasn’t like if Jin hadn’t told him about it plenty of times through the years, boring the hell out of him with plans and stupid ideas about what he would do if he ever got the chance. He had always smiled and nodded, listening and laughing while telling him that yes, he should try to do a trio with two hot blondies there in America. Because he had never thought he would be really going. But now he was. He was going to stay in another country - in another continent - for only God knew how long.
It was though for him. It was one of the toughest things he had had to go through. And yet all the eyes were turned on Kamenashi.
Kamenashi, who didn’t give a damn about Jin’s departure. Kamenashi, who had fought with Jin for some stupid reason neither of them had told him yet. Kamenashi, who was too furious to try to understand Jin’s decision even when he knew it was the dream his friend wanted to fulfill the most, and settled with saying the boy was just turning his back on his work, his friends, his group. His life.
He knew better. He had been angry at first, too. He had been angry at Jin because he hadn’t wanted him to go and leave him - leave them. But then he had calmed down, he had acted like the adult one - just like always - and had listened to his friend, had seen the way Jin’s face brightened up - all smiles and laughs and eyes shining with hope - everytime he would tell him about even the most boring details like the planes and the documents and the medical tests. And it had just been too difficult to be angry at Jin when seeing how much he had longed for this to become true. He had understood. Kamenashi hadn’t. And yet everybody was worried about the younger, asking him if he was okay or if he needed something. Trying to cheer him up.
But it wasn’t Kamenashi the one who stood by Jin’s side all the way along. It wasn’t Kamenashi who went with him to hospital because he didn’t want to go alone. It wasn’t Kamenashi who helped the boy to fulfill all the boring legal papers Jin was just to lazy to do, nor the one who encouraged him all the times the boy had hesitated about his decision - no matter how painful it was telling him to go when he wanted him so badly to stay. It was them, Ryo and him, supporting his friend.
It was them the ones helping Jin to make his luggage and get ready the last minute stuff. It was them the ones Jin treated to dinner his last night in Japan, the ones he went drinking with, the ones he laughed with, joked with, played with. It was them the ones who stayed over at Jin’s place that night, the three of them sleeping together in Jin’s bed - a mess of limbs, sheets and pillows because the bed was obviously to little for three adult men to sleep in - like if they were teenager girls because they just didn’t want to let the boy go, not even for a minute before the plane departure.
It was them alone in the airport. Them, and their best friend and his luggage and all the things they didn’t want to say because they were men after all, and girly sentimental stuff wasn’t something their manly pride could stand. So they just settled with shaking hands, though it somehow ended up with Jin pulling them into a close embrace and three different voices whispering something about friendship, missing people, hugs too tight to breath properly, let me go you idiot, what do you think the people is going to think and who has just sobbed?
They were the ones who last saw Jin. The ones who held out their hands the more steadier they could, trying to hide how lightly they were shaking as they waved to the dissappearing form, because they knew it was already difficult enough for Jin to say goodbye. They. Ryo and him. Not Kamenashi, nor anyone else. And yet, nobody cared to ask them how they were.
Yamashita opened the door of his apartment and the sound of the key earned barks from the inside. The boy stepped in and two little dogs rushed to greet him. He looked for the third one. Ne, Pi, you will take care of Pin-chan while I’m abroad, won’t you? The dog looked as depressed as he was feeling right now, his head dropping back to the ground as soon as he saw it was not his owner coming back.
The boy dropped himself on the couch and Ryo followed suit. They stretched themselves and unconsciously got closer to each other, trying to fill up all the room, but it just didn’t feel right. There was something missing. A boy trying to get all the couch for himself, trying to kick them off and complaints because it wasn’t big enough for the three of them, loud curses and hey, fat Bakanishi, maybe if you slimmed down we’ll fit there, endless whimpers because he was not fat and more curses and complaints because Jin was an idiot and a noisy one on top of all.
Yamashita leaned his head against Ryo’s shoulder and took his mobile phone, looking through the numbers. He knew Jin was still on the plane. He knew he wouldn’t read the message until he arrived - in case he would even notice it - and he knew that wouldn’t happen until nearly the next day. He didn’t care as he typed and pressed the send button.
“Hey Bakanishi, make sure you learn something useful there and watch the hamburgers or Ryo-chan is gonna make hell out of your life once you come back.”
And then, very little, almost like it wasn’t there.
“Remember us. Remember we miss you. Take care.”