JE: Eyelash Batting (1/1)
Title: Eyelash Batting
Fandom: Hey!Say!JUMP
Author: blahchiharu
Pairing: Hikaru/Inoo
Rating: G
wordcount: ~2000
Summary: Hikaru misses the point by a mile, Yabu is a slut, Ryutaro mocks his senpais, and Inoo is unnaturally bold. Hikaru/Inoo fic. unbeta-ed.
Hikaru thinks Inoo is a bit of a pushover, but when he has the older boy pinned over the edge of the couch and takes one look Inoo’s face, Hikaru gulps and thinks, crap. He doesn’t know when Inoo Kei, the only one who’d let Shoon pin a flower to his hair and consent to Yabu and Koyama-senpai fighting over his damsel in distress character on national television, turned into this thing. Dark locks and long lashes fluttering with a tint of pink on his cheeks, Inoo just may be mistaken as absolutely gorgeous.
“This is the worst tango rendition I’ve ever seen,” Ryutaro cuts in from behind them.
“Is this the thanks I get for teaching you how to dance?” Hikaru grumbles and lets go of Inoo, sidestepping away from the couch as he attempts to focus his attention on the other occupants in the room. “It’s a valuable skill, you know.”
“If by valuable skill, you mean how to rape someone with your eyes.” Ryutaro replies, earning a giggle from Yuto and Chinen.
“Whatever, whatever.” Hikaru growls, waving it off. “Go talk to your hamster or something.”
“That was fun,” Inoo says, sitting up. He spreads his legs out on the couch and smiles innocently. “Let’s do it again sometimes.”
“Do what?” Hikaru stares.
“The choreographer wants to talk to us again,” Daiki’s head pops in from the hallway. “Come on, guys. We’re meeting in the rehearsal room.”
“The third broom closet,” Inoo replies, cheerful as always. “Yuto knocked over the coffee order.”
“The entire order?” Hikaru asks, a little horrified, as he thinks about the stain that would result from Ryutaro’s usual decaf and his own frappuccino. He mourns for his whip cream. “What about Julie’s assistant?”
“She’s new,” Inoo replies, sympathetic. “She nearly had a heart attack upon walking into Akanishi-senpai and Yamashita-senpai in the elevator. I think she’s lying down right now. The last time I checked, Yuto is busy fanning her with Julie’s clipboard. There’s coffee all over her contracts.”
“Poor girl,” Hikaru agrees at last, still a little grumpy from his lack of frappuccino consumption. “Alright, lead the way.”
“It’s a little dark in here,” Inoo says when they finally locate the said broom closet. He leans over to pick up the mop and trips over a bottle of cleaning solution. Hikaru catches him, but they end up sprawled over the floor with the mop over Hikaru’s head.
“Sorry,” Inoo giggles.
“Yeah,” Hikaru mumbles, pulling the mop off his face. “Do you see the sponges?”
“Yeah,” the older boy says after awhile. “It’s on the shelves behind you.” He doesn’t wait for the other boy to reply before leaning over Hikaru’s body, breath heavy as he picks the pack of sponges off the rack. Inoo pauses and looks down at Hikaru for a moment, eyes bright in the dimly enclosed space.
“Hurry up, Inoo-chan!” Chinen chirps from the doorway, holding a broom bigger than him in size.
“The more that coffee soaks in to the carpet, the more Julie is going to deduct from our salary,” Takaki adds, taking the broom out of Chinen’s hands. He turns to the other two BEST members still on the floor. “Unless we were interrupting something?”
“NO!” Hikaru shoots up, knocking into Inoo in the process as he runs into the hallway, grabs Chinen by the hand, and charges back to the dressing room while screaming about his money.
Inoo plays the piano like an art. Hikaru feels a little guilty for not knowing such a simple fact from his friend of six years, but upon hearing Inoo’s soft melody flow through the extra music room, he feels a little unsure about entering.
“He used to only play for his sister,” Daiki whispers from behind him. “I guess we laughed at him too much for transcribing REAL FACE for the piano.” He smiles, nodding back towards the crack in the door, where Hikaru can see Inoo, still seated behind the grand piano.
“It’s a total chick magnet,” Daiki adds, opening the door. “Inoo-chan, looks like another girl fell for your piano skills.”
“I wish,” Inoo smiles from his seat, almost as if he’s not surprised by their sudden presence. “But Hikaru-kun isn’t a girl.”
“Hikaru will demonstrate the rest,” Yabu tells the camera crew, half-dead on the couch as he slowly crawls towards Takaki, who is equally worn out.
Hikaru takes one look at the leader of BEST and takes pity on the boy. “Basically,” he grins at the camera with his self-proclaimed killer smile, “This is the part where you scream out the name of the person you like.”
A few minutes later, the camera crew is grinning at him while Yabu and Takaki share knowing smiles. Hikaru turns around to find the other members crowded around the television. He blinks when Inoo meets his eye and is even more confused when the other boy quickly looks away.
“I’m too old for this,” Yabu says when the camera crew leaves to film someone else. He lies down on Takaki’s lap and gestures for Hikaru to come over.
Hikaru obeys, leaning over in his seat as Yabu pulls him down by his black cami, grinning childishly. “What?” Hikaru asks, surprisingly calm, when he’s only a few inches from the older boy.
“Be careful about what you say,” Yabu declares with a smile before letting go of Hikaru’s face. He ignores the other boy’s retort and buries his head further in Takaki’s lap instead, allowing Takaki to massage his scalp. “That feels good, Yuyan,” he slurps.
“Yabu, you whore.” Hikaru mumbles, rolling his eyes. He turns around to Yuto’s corner instead, only to find Inoo staring at him, eyes wide.
“You two,” Mary waves them over absently with one hand. “Bring this to the junior’s rehearsal room.” She nods towards a moveable rack of clothes before leaving, heels clicking against the floor.
“When will she realize that we’re debuted idols?” Hikaru whines. “I bet MatsuJun doesn’t have to undergo this kind of treatment.” He pulls more at the golden rack as they navigate through the hallway.
“You are definitely not Matsumoto Jun.” Yabu replies after awhile, giving him a look as he pushes at the other end of the costume rack. He stops after spotting someone else in the hallway, “Inoo-chan, come help us!”
The boy pauses and glances quietly between Yabu and Hikaru.
“Great timing, Inoo-chan!” Hikaru bounces over to the boy, slapping him on the back. “I need to go to the little boy’s room,” he runs off before the other boys can reply. Hikaru comes back a few minutes later to find Inoo and Yabu seated on the rack itself, laughing over something.
“And remember when he stepped on Kame-senpai?” Yabu adds, burying his head on Inoo’s shoulder to control his laughter.
Hikaru frowns, kicking his sneakers against the floor. “Yabu,” he says, yanking the said boy up from his seat next to Inoo. “You’re not doing any work! Go back to the dressing room and Inoo-chan and I will finish the rest.”
“Are you sure?” The oldest of the three blinks.
“Yeah, yeah, go.” Hikaru shoos the boy away. He turns around to find Inoo smiling brightly at him. “What are you so happy about?” Hikaru mumbles, a little annoyed for no reason.
“What about this CD?” Inoo asks, shoving a disk at him.
“ACK!” Hikaru jumps a couple of feet away. “When did you get here?” He nearly knocks over the entire jrock shelf in the process.
Inoo gives him a look of utter frustration. “I’m leaving if you don’t want me here.”
“No, wait!” The guitarist decides, grabbing Inoo by the hand. He freezes when Inoo looks at him, dark eyes waiting for a continuation. “I… Eh. Lend me some money? I really want this single.”
Inoo leaves him standing in the store by himself.
“I don’t get it,” Hikaru admits at last, stirring his straw aimlessly. He leans onto one palm, staring up at his fellow band mates.
“You were seduced, you retard.” Ryutaro supplies, neatly tucked in his seat between Yabu and Takaki. He goes back to spooning at his ice cream.
“What?” Hikaru manages to say after a few seconds.
“It’s kind of obvious,” Yabu adds. “Eyelash batting 101.”
“WHAT?” Hikaru repeats, incredulous. He stares suspiciously back and forth between Yabu and Ryutaro, both of whom are paying more attention to their dessert than Hikaru.
“It’s true,” Takaki says.
Hikaru thinks about the dark gazes, the smiles, and the piano. Then, everything starts making sense. Hikaru then proceeds to bang his head against the table.
“It’s okay,” Keito pats him on the back. “Yuto hasn’t caught on either.”
“The bentos are here,” Inoo says when he opens the door. “Where is everyone?”
“I’m not stupid,” Hikaru declares to the almost-empty room instead. “I’m not stupid,” he repeats when Inoo gives him a blank look. “You didn’t have to be such a girl about it!”
Inoo laughs, setting the food on the dresser. “Okay, who told you?”
“Ryutaro.” Hikaru admits after a while. “Why didn’t you just tell me? I don’t mind your unrequited love! In fact, I have tons of fans that admire me from afar. I can’t help it, I’m just naturally popul…” He trails off upon seeing the other boy’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“So it’s unrequited, then.” Inoo asks, smiling a little. “I guess I should bring the bentos to everyone,” he ventures off, heading for the door.
“Eh…” Hikaru stares for a few seconds before chasing after the boy. He catches Inoo before the elevator door opens. “Urg! That’s not what I meant!” He groans. “Why are you turning this into a shoujo manga?”
“I like shoujo manga!” Inoo counters when the elevator door closes behind him.
“I know that!” Hikaru scowls. “And I know that you smile when you’re nervous, and that you giggle when you’re shy, and that you have really dark eyes, and that you only play the piano when you’re trying to impress people! Those were the things you wanted me to notice, right?”
“What?” Inoo asks after awhile, back pushed against the wall of the elevator. “Notice me?”
“Yeah,” Hikaru adds. “Because you’re trying to seduce me.”
“Seduce you?” Inoo laughs after a couple seconds of silence. He brings a hand to his mouth. “I’ve liked you for so long, why would I seduce you now? “ He looks away quickly, voice soft. “Who said I wanted to seduce you?”
“Ryutaro.” Hikaru supplies lamely, feeling just a little stupid. “I-”
“I should go,” Inoo tells him when the door opens.
“NO!” Hikaru shouts for the first time in years, pushing the other boy back. “I was trying to be funny! FUNNY! You know? It’s not unrequited, I like you too!” He trails off, face heated.
Silence.
“You’re not funny, Hikaru.” Inoo says after a while, his smile small. “I just think you should know that.”
“Shut up,” the boy huffs, slipping his hands into Inoo’s as he leans in just a little closer, a smile making its way onto his face. “You’ve always had my attention,” he admits, a little embarrassed. “Inoo-chan?”
“Huh?” The older boy whispers, a little breathless.
“Does this mean I can have Yabu’s bento?”
“Ryutaro,” Hikaru pulls the small boy out of his seat. “You little brat. Don’t think you’re off the hook for this.”
Ryutaro responds by dumping his wasabi on Hikaru and running away before any can react.
[end]
Inoo is a girl. End of story 8D
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Fandom: Hey!Say!JUMP
Author: blahchiharu
Pairing: Hikaru/Inoo
Rating: G
wordcount: ~2000
Summary: Hikaru misses the point by a mile, Yabu is a slut, Ryutaro mocks his senpais, and Inoo is unnaturally bold. Hikaru/Inoo fic. unbeta-ed.
Hikaru thinks Inoo is a bit of a pushover, but when he has the older boy pinned over the edge of the couch and takes one look Inoo’s face, Hikaru gulps and thinks, crap. He doesn’t know when Inoo Kei, the only one who’d let Shoon pin a flower to his hair and consent to Yabu and Koyama-senpai fighting over his damsel in distress character on national television, turned into this thing. Dark locks and long lashes fluttering with a tint of pink on his cheeks, Inoo just may be mistaken as absolutely gorgeous.
“This is the worst tango rendition I’ve ever seen,” Ryutaro cuts in from behind them.
“Is this the thanks I get for teaching you how to dance?” Hikaru grumbles and lets go of Inoo, sidestepping away from the couch as he attempts to focus his attention on the other occupants in the room. “It’s a valuable skill, you know.”
“If by valuable skill, you mean how to rape someone with your eyes.” Ryutaro replies, earning a giggle from Yuto and Chinen.
“Whatever, whatever.” Hikaru growls, waving it off. “Go talk to your hamster or something.”
“That was fun,” Inoo says, sitting up. He spreads his legs out on the couch and smiles innocently. “Let’s do it again sometimes.”
“Do what?” Hikaru stares.
“The choreographer wants to talk to us again,” Daiki’s head pops in from the hallway. “Come on, guys. We’re meeting in the rehearsal room.”
“The third broom closet,” Inoo replies, cheerful as always. “Yuto knocked over the coffee order.”
“The entire order?” Hikaru asks, a little horrified, as he thinks about the stain that would result from Ryutaro’s usual decaf and his own frappuccino. He mourns for his whip cream. “What about Julie’s assistant?”
“She’s new,” Inoo replies, sympathetic. “She nearly had a heart attack upon walking into Akanishi-senpai and Yamashita-senpai in the elevator. I think she’s lying down right now. The last time I checked, Yuto is busy fanning her with Julie’s clipboard. There’s coffee all over her contracts.”
“Poor girl,” Hikaru agrees at last, still a little grumpy from his lack of frappuccino consumption. “Alright, lead the way.”
“It’s a little dark in here,” Inoo says when they finally locate the said broom closet. He leans over to pick up the mop and trips over a bottle of cleaning solution. Hikaru catches him, but they end up sprawled over the floor with the mop over Hikaru’s head.
“Sorry,” Inoo giggles.
“Yeah,” Hikaru mumbles, pulling the mop off his face. “Do you see the sponges?”
“Yeah,” the older boy says after awhile. “It’s on the shelves behind you.” He doesn’t wait for the other boy to reply before leaning over Hikaru’s body, breath heavy as he picks the pack of sponges off the rack. Inoo pauses and looks down at Hikaru for a moment, eyes bright in the dimly enclosed space.
“Hurry up, Inoo-chan!” Chinen chirps from the doorway, holding a broom bigger than him in size.
“The more that coffee soaks in to the carpet, the more Julie is going to deduct from our salary,” Takaki adds, taking the broom out of Chinen’s hands. He turns to the other two BEST members still on the floor. “Unless we were interrupting something?”
“NO!” Hikaru shoots up, knocking into Inoo in the process as he runs into the hallway, grabs Chinen by the hand, and charges back to the dressing room while screaming about his money.
Inoo plays the piano like an art. Hikaru feels a little guilty for not knowing such a simple fact from his friend of six years, but upon hearing Inoo’s soft melody flow through the extra music room, he feels a little unsure about entering.
“He used to only play for his sister,” Daiki whispers from behind him. “I guess we laughed at him too much for transcribing REAL FACE for the piano.” He smiles, nodding back towards the crack in the door, where Hikaru can see Inoo, still seated behind the grand piano.
“It’s a total chick magnet,” Daiki adds, opening the door. “Inoo-chan, looks like another girl fell for your piano skills.”
“I wish,” Inoo smiles from his seat, almost as if he’s not surprised by their sudden presence. “But Hikaru-kun isn’t a girl.”
“Hikaru will demonstrate the rest,” Yabu tells the camera crew, half-dead on the couch as he slowly crawls towards Takaki, who is equally worn out.
Hikaru takes one look at the leader of BEST and takes pity on the boy. “Basically,” he grins at the camera with his self-proclaimed killer smile, “This is the part where you scream out the name of the person you like.”
A few minutes later, the camera crew is grinning at him while Yabu and Takaki share knowing smiles. Hikaru turns around to find the other members crowded around the television. He blinks when Inoo meets his eye and is even more confused when the other boy quickly looks away.
“I’m too old for this,” Yabu says when the camera crew leaves to film someone else. He lies down on Takaki’s lap and gestures for Hikaru to come over.
Hikaru obeys, leaning over in his seat as Yabu pulls him down by his black cami, grinning childishly. “What?” Hikaru asks, surprisingly calm, when he’s only a few inches from the older boy.
“Be careful about what you say,” Yabu declares with a smile before letting go of Hikaru’s face. He ignores the other boy’s retort and buries his head further in Takaki’s lap instead, allowing Takaki to massage his scalp. “That feels good, Yuyan,” he slurps.
“Yabu, you whore.” Hikaru mumbles, rolling his eyes. He turns around to Yuto’s corner instead, only to find Inoo staring at him, eyes wide.
“You two,” Mary waves them over absently with one hand. “Bring this to the junior’s rehearsal room.” She nods towards a moveable rack of clothes before leaving, heels clicking against the floor.
“When will she realize that we’re debuted idols?” Hikaru whines. “I bet MatsuJun doesn’t have to undergo this kind of treatment.” He pulls more at the golden rack as they navigate through the hallway.
“You are definitely not Matsumoto Jun.” Yabu replies after awhile, giving him a look as he pushes at the other end of the costume rack. He stops after spotting someone else in the hallway, “Inoo-chan, come help us!”
The boy pauses and glances quietly between Yabu and Hikaru.
“Great timing, Inoo-chan!” Hikaru bounces over to the boy, slapping him on the back. “I need to go to the little boy’s room,” he runs off before the other boys can reply. Hikaru comes back a few minutes later to find Inoo and Yabu seated on the rack itself, laughing over something.
“And remember when he stepped on Kame-senpai?” Yabu adds, burying his head on Inoo’s shoulder to control his laughter.
Hikaru frowns, kicking his sneakers against the floor. “Yabu,” he says, yanking the said boy up from his seat next to Inoo. “You’re not doing any work! Go back to the dressing room and Inoo-chan and I will finish the rest.”
“Are you sure?” The oldest of the three blinks.
“Yeah, yeah, go.” Hikaru shoos the boy away. He turns around to find Inoo smiling brightly at him. “What are you so happy about?” Hikaru mumbles, a little annoyed for no reason.
“What about this CD?” Inoo asks, shoving a disk at him.
“ACK!” Hikaru jumps a couple of feet away. “When did you get here?” He nearly knocks over the entire jrock shelf in the process.
Inoo gives him a look of utter frustration. “I’m leaving if you don’t want me here.”
“No, wait!” The guitarist decides, grabbing Inoo by the hand. He freezes when Inoo looks at him, dark eyes waiting for a continuation. “I… Eh. Lend me some money? I really want this single.”
Inoo leaves him standing in the store by himself.
“I don’t get it,” Hikaru admits at last, stirring his straw aimlessly. He leans onto one palm, staring up at his fellow band mates.
“You were seduced, you retard.” Ryutaro supplies, neatly tucked in his seat between Yabu and Takaki. He goes back to spooning at his ice cream.
“What?” Hikaru manages to say after a few seconds.
“It’s kind of obvious,” Yabu adds. “Eyelash batting 101.”
“WHAT?” Hikaru repeats, incredulous. He stares suspiciously back and forth between Yabu and Ryutaro, both of whom are paying more attention to their dessert than Hikaru.
“It’s true,” Takaki says.
Hikaru thinks about the dark gazes, the smiles, and the piano. Then, everything starts making sense. Hikaru then proceeds to bang his head against the table.
“It’s okay,” Keito pats him on the back. “Yuto hasn’t caught on either.”
“The bentos are here,” Inoo says when he opens the door. “Where is everyone?”
“I’m not stupid,” Hikaru declares to the almost-empty room instead. “I’m not stupid,” he repeats when Inoo gives him a blank look. “You didn’t have to be such a girl about it!”
Inoo laughs, setting the food on the dresser. “Okay, who told you?”
“Ryutaro.” Hikaru admits after a while. “Why didn’t you just tell me? I don’t mind your unrequited love! In fact, I have tons of fans that admire me from afar. I can’t help it, I’m just naturally popul…” He trails off upon seeing the other boy’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“So it’s unrequited, then.” Inoo asks, smiling a little. “I guess I should bring the bentos to everyone,” he ventures off, heading for the door.
“Eh…” Hikaru stares for a few seconds before chasing after the boy. He catches Inoo before the elevator door opens. “Urg! That’s not what I meant!” He groans. “Why are you turning this into a shoujo manga?”
“I like shoujo manga!” Inoo counters when the elevator door closes behind him.
“I know that!” Hikaru scowls. “And I know that you smile when you’re nervous, and that you giggle when you’re shy, and that you have really dark eyes, and that you only play the piano when you’re trying to impress people! Those were the things you wanted me to notice, right?”
“What?” Inoo asks after awhile, back pushed against the wall of the elevator. “Notice me?”
“Yeah,” Hikaru adds. “Because you’re trying to seduce me.”
“Seduce you?” Inoo laughs after a couple seconds of silence. He brings a hand to his mouth. “I’ve liked you for so long, why would I seduce you now? “ He looks away quickly, voice soft. “Who said I wanted to seduce you?”
“Ryutaro.” Hikaru supplies lamely, feeling just a little stupid. “I-”
“I should go,” Inoo tells him when the door opens.
“NO!” Hikaru shouts for the first time in years, pushing the other boy back. “I was trying to be funny! FUNNY! You know? It’s not unrequited, I like you too!” He trails off, face heated.
Silence.
“You’re not funny, Hikaru.” Inoo says after a while, his smile small. “I just think you should know that.”
“Shut up,” the boy huffs, slipping his hands into Inoo’s as he leans in just a little closer, a smile making its way onto his face. “You’ve always had my attention,” he admits, a little embarrassed. “Inoo-chan?”
“Huh?” The older boy whispers, a little breathless.
“Does this mean I can have Yabu’s bento?”
“Ryutaro,” Hikaru pulls the small boy out of his seat. “You little brat. Don’t think you’re off the hook for this.”
Ryutaro responds by dumping his wasabi on Hikaru and running away before any can react.
[end]
Click to viewInoo is a girl. End of story 8D
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