drabbles #11
I wrote drabbles over the past few days, so here are ten of them. They were written quickly, so…there’s your warning lol.
Oh, and they are supposed to be answers to questions, in case you were wondering why all the prompts are in question form.
Cross Dressing (Nino/JE; PG-13)
ayumwu asked What would (fill in the blank) do if everyone in JE crossdressed? I chose Nino, because we all know his affinity for girls in dresses ;D.
“Oh my god,” Nino says, when he walks into the Johnny’s building one seemingly innocuous Thursday morning, “I think I am in heaven.”
Taguchi flounces up to him in bright red pumps and a mini-skirt that should be illegal. Next to him, Yoko pretends he isn’t enjoying wearing a wedding dress and long, flowing black wig. “Hello legs,” Nino says with an appreciative leer.
“Hi!” Taguchi beams. Yoko’s face morphs into a mix of embarrassment and mutual appreciation. “Ninomiya-kun, where is your dress?”
“I’m sorry?” Nino’s face flashes with innocent confusion. “Did I miss a memo or something?”
They pause as Koyama the policewoman chases Shige the geisha into the bathroom, passing Nino with a giggle and both reeking of cheap perfume. The door slams shut and its lock clicks loudly in place. Yoko coughs, Nino’s leer widens, and Taguchi continues smiling.
“Nino-chan!”
The trio looks down the hall to greet Aiba, who is wearing the most amazingly tight-fitting black dress Nino has ever seen. He knew he could count on Aiba for a reason. His eyes cloud over a little, and he can hear Yoko swallow beside him. Aiba doesn’t seem to notice, “Nino-chan, why aren’t you dressed up? Didn’t you get the text? You could DIE.”
Before Nino can respond, a familiar voice rings out, sounding like music to Nino’s ears.
“NINOMIYA.” He turns around and watches with unabashed glee as Sho storms toward them, wearing pointy black heels and a frilly maid dress. “Don’t think I didn’t recognize your e-mail address. Why on earth do you keep doing these things?!” He throws his phone and Nino catches it deftly, reading the text with eerily familiar eyes.
if u dont drez up lik a girl 2morow u r gonna die. rly. it wil b painful. send 2 evry jyani u no.
“I didn’t think chain letters actually still worked these days,” Nino says with a happy sigh. He chucks the phone back and it hits Sho squarely in the face. “Admit it. It’s one of my greatest masterpieces.” He takes his time in looking over Sho quite thoroughly, so thoroughly that by the time he reaches Sho’s eyes again, Sho has turned a magnificent shade of pink and frustration. “I see you dressed up anyway,” he smirks slowly.
Sho splutters, “Well, I didn’t want to be left out, and Aiba kept calling me complaining that he couldn’t find a shorter dress.”
At that moment, the bathroom door opens with a bang and Shige tumbles out with Koyama right behind him, dresses significantly rumpled and looking delicious as they pant. Nino is going to have to find his way into the NEWS dressing room before the day is over.
Meanwhile, Nino grins widely, seemingly innocent but they both know better, “Then would you like me to help you take that off?”
Sho glances at the unoccupied bathroom and pretends to sound resigned, “Yes.”
Conversations (Massu/Gyoza; G)
eightroses asked Could you write your favorite NEWS pairing doing something that you think they would like? So I did.
Massu looks down at his plate and smiles, “Hello.”
The gyoza say nothing back.
“You are not going to be as tasty as my mother’s,” he says conversationally, “But you will have to do.”
When he pokes one with his chopsticks, it falls to its side and doesn’t get back up.
“Oh I’m sorry,” Massu apologizes. The gyoza doesn’t respond.
“Maybe I should just eat you and put you out of your misery-“
“Massu,” Shige says. Massu looks up confusedly. Shige sighs, “You’re so weird.”
Massu looks confused, “Why do people keep saying that? Oh well. Shall we eat?” And before Shige can answer, he digs in with excited glee.
Shige sighs.
Interrupted (Hina/Kimiko/Maruko; PG-13)
skycouldfall asked How would Hina react if Kimiko and Maruko barged into his hotel room and were all flirty and seducing him?
“The hell,” Hina cries when Yoko and Maru barge into his hotel room, not only uninvited but also very, very female-looking. Hina pretends the coughing fit that erupts thereafter is one of pure disgust (but it’s hard to pretend when Yoko and Maru look so earnest in their effort to play dress up).
“You don’t like us?” Maru pouts. He adjusts his curly wig and bats mascara-laden eyelashes, blush bright and prominent on his cheeks, matching the shade of his glossed lips.
“You look like a hooker,” Hina deadpans. “Can’t you at least wear some more modest clothes?”
Yoko scoffs, “Like you’re going to try and tell us you like modest girls.” He sits next to him and crosses a leg. Hina scowls; that skirt was of an unholy length, much too short. He takes a couple peeks before smacking Yoko on the head, and he doesn’t even feel all that bad when Yoko’s blonde wig almost falls off. “You’re such a skank, Yokocho,” he says a bit desperately.
“It’s Kimiko,” Yoko says demurely, ruby glossed lips curving into a coy smile as he ignores the insult. “And that over there is your new friend, Maruko.” From Hina’s other side, Maru waves.
“Kimiko,” Hina repeats incredulously, “Maru-Maruko. Are you guys serious? What the hell was in that sake we drank today?”
Maru sighs and leans over to address Yoko, ignoring Hina in the wake, “Yoko, it isn’t working. Is it my breasts? Are they not big enough?”
Hina gargles and Yoko shakes his head adamantly, “Believe me, your breasts are perfect.”
Maru giggles shyly, “Thank you Kimiko!”
“I hate you guys,” Hina says, “You’re not going to let me sleep tonight, are you?”
“That wasn’t the plan, no,” Yoko says slowly, and Hina will be damned if the look on Yoko’s face isn’t completely predatory. So he swallows, and puts his self-help book down with a sigh.
Games (Nino-centric; PG)
chauxe asked What kind of games does Neener like to play?
Sometimes Nino likes fighter games, games that involve pure brutality and a rapid fire button-pressing thumb. He likes them when he is tired and stressed, but mostly he likes them when he is angry. It is when he needs to let things out that he plays fighting games, making blood ooze from his opponents and kicking their heads into the ground without a bat of his eye.
Other times he likes puzzle games, likes the idea of challenging himself and trying to solve absurd puzzles with his faulty human logic. A rare occurrence, it makes him feel like a genius when he finally manages to complete one, and he relishes this feeling, this brilliant intelligent feeling even if it’s just for that one moment.
But if asked what games Nino likes the most, it would have to be role-playing games. Much in the way acting is for Nino, role-playing games serve the same purpose. He likes to step into a character’s shoes and take on that character’s quest, his mission; he likes to rescue a damsel in distress and save the town from peril. Because that’s when he can pretend that he isn't just a regular human being whose feet sometimes fail to dance properly and whose voice sometimes cracks at the recording studio. That is when he ignores the fact that he is just an average guy with a below average height and a penchant for pinching pennies. It is when he is engrossed in these games that he can become a hero, a bigger-than-life superman who tackles anything that comes his way and always saves the world (because as much as Nino’d like to, he can’t).
Genki (Junno/Kame; PG)
beltenebra asked Where does Junno get his endless supply of genkiness? Pre-debut.
Junno is a fount of endless, and often useless, energy. He is boundless in his KY excitement, grinning that lame grin of his every minute he’s in front of the camera, and even when he’s not.
It doesn’t make any sense. After all, it’s been years since they first formed, a mix of lanky skinny boys who couldn’t really sing nor dance but grinned brilliantly despite the often tense atmosphere between them, as they slowly but surely worked their way up.
But it’s been years, and KAT-TUN has seen friends fly by and debut, and they still haven’t. Years, and Johnny still hasn’t said anything about it. Kame can see everyone else’s smiles slowly fading with the oppressing uncertainty. He can certainly feel his own smile dying, can feel the corners of his mouth weighing heavily down. It doesn’t help that they keep fighting all the time, petty useless fights that mean nothing but still hurt all at the same time.
Nevertheless, Junno just doesn’t quit. Despite the circumstances, somehow he still manages to keep smiling. And Kame doesn’t really get how Junno does it, yet he tries to figure it out anyway.
Because maybe, secretly, Kame wants to be that cheerful kind of person, with a never ending high-pitched laugh and a smile that rarely wavers. Maybe sometimes, he wishes he were like Junno, whose KY cheer is almost like a constant to KAT-TUN, one that they often take for granted, but a constant nonetheless. There is no doubt that KAT-TUN often gets annoyed with Junno and his over the top gameplay and ridiculously pathetic puns, but Kame sees it as an understanding sort of annoyance. It’s an annoyance that fades quickly because they all understand that it’s Junno they’re dealing with, real smiling Junno, which somehow makes it all right.
Maybe.
“Where do you get it?” Kame asks one day, when they’re sitting sleepily in the van taking them home.
Junno blinks tiredly at him, smiling softly, “Hmm?”
Kame makes a frustrated noise from the back of his throat, and points vaguely at Junno’s mouth, “That. Why are you always like this?”
And Junno understands. He lets out a breath knowingly, and stretches until his fingers scrape the top of the vehicle.
“Someone in this group needs to keep smiling,” he finally says, voice thoughtful and unusually calm, “I do it because you guys can’t.”
And Kame thinks he finally gets it.
Junno glances at Kame slowly, and then says the words Kame hadn’t realized he needed to hear until now. “We’re going to debut soon,” Junno smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “Just wait for it.”
Sometimes Kame wishes he were like Junno. But he’s not.
(Somehow, the thought is oddly comforting.)
Clothes (Massu/Yamapi; PG-13)
xplodey_di asked a question I failed to answer, so I wrote her this instead.
“Massu, as much as I like you, there is no way I’m walking in there.”
He turns back and looks pitifully at the man behind him. Yamapi tries to shield the power of Massu’s pout from his eyes.
“But didn’t you say you wanted a new shirt?” Massu asks.
Yamapi pulls Massu by his jacket sleeve away from the store (which is, by the way, bright neon green with hideous silver stripes), “Yeah, but I actually want to be able to wear it in public. That’s kind of the point.”
They look at the shirt Yamapi is wearing now, stained with spaghetti sauce, and Massu raises a brow. “So you’d rather continue walking around like that? I already offered you my jacket but you refused.”
Yamapi groans, “For good reason, Massu.”
Massu pauses before he looks determined, pulling away from Yamapi and walking briskly into the store, “Well, it’s not like I’m letting you keep your clothes on when we get to your place, so just think of this as one of your many drunken mistakes.”
“We’re not drunk,” Yamapi points out.
“Not yet,” Massu says innocently.
Yamapi nearly chokes.
The next two drabbles refer to this clip of chibi!Sho awesome.
The Wedding Dress Drabble #1 (Takki/Tsubasa (Sho); PG-13)
nkiseki asked Why was Tsubasa not in the wedding dress? Alternatively: Who/what convinced Sho to put on the wedding dress?
“I am totally the man in this relationship,” Tsubasa says flatly.
Takki rolls his eyes. “It’s a skit,” he says exasperatedly, “Just put on the stupid dress.”
Tsubasa looks offended, “Look, as much as I love you, I’d never want to be married to your horny ass. You hit on anything that moves.”
“It’s a SKIT,” Takki repeats incredulously. He pauses, “And I only hit on the cute ones, stop spreading rumors.” At that moment, Sho walks by behind Tsubasa and Takki lunges at him, grabbing onto him like a lifeline. “Sho-kun,” he gasps. “How would you like to wear a wedding dress?”
Sho blushes as if Takki has found out some sort of deep dark secret and he stutters, “I-I wouldn’t really want to wear a dress. Not really-“
“Well too bad,” Takki barks desperately, thrusting the dress into Sho’s sweaty hands. “I’m your sempai, so go get changed.”
Meanwhile, Tsubasa glares holes into Sho, and his glare promises something deadly, something horrifying, something painful.
Sho whimpers.
The Wedding Dress Drabble #2 (Sho/Ohno; PG)
quartered asked What did Ohno say about Sho-in-a-wedding-dress clip?
“I would marry you,” Ohno says.
Sho just looks at him, “What.”
He points to his laptop, where young Sho in a wedding dress grins creepily back at them. Sho gargles and Ohno cocks his head. “I would marry you,” he repeats firmly.
“Where did you find that?” Sho asks, horrified. He buries his head in his arms, curses Takki and his unholy desire to dress his kouhai up in pretty things.
“Youtube. It is my best friend,” Ohno says wisely.
Sho groans, “Apparently it is also a massive weapon of DOOM.” He flops around in agony for good measure.
Ohno pouts, “But I just wanted to say that you looked pretty.” Sho glances at Ohno and Ohno grins, eyes crinkling in the corners in that merry way that only Ohno has. Sho sighs. Of course Ohno wouldn’t use these clips against him. Sho was just worrying over nothing.
“Hey, what’re you two looking at?”
Never mind.
Sho immediately cringes and lunges for the computer, but Nino gets there first, watching the clip with glee. Nino laughs at him about it for a good five straight minutes, and even when Sho attempts to rebut with a feeble “But you’ve dressed up as a girl too,” Nino continues to giggle maniacally.
Sho isn’t very surprised when he gets fourteen text messages over the course of the night from kouhai asking Sho to teach them how to be good wives.
(Though he’ll admit he is a little surprised when Ohno comes in the next morning and pinches Nino, with a sorrowful and honest “But I wanted Sho to be my wife first”, and then Ohno flashes him a secret sort of smile).
Coming Back (Kusano/Shige; PG)
crystallekil asked Why hasn’t Kusano returned to the spotlight yet?
“Are you coming back?” Shige asks, and they both pretend the slight dip in Shige’s tone is not one of anxious concern. Which it is, and they both it.
“Sure,” Kusano shrugs. “Whenever Johnny invites me back.”
Why -hasn’t- he invited you back yet? is the question that Shige really wants to ask, but he bites it back with a sigh. He can feel the question rest heavily on the back of his tongue, like a lead weight; it almost chokes him as he forces it down.
“Shige,” Kusano says blandly, and Shige looks up to Kusano’s rolled eyes, face radiating with disapproval. “You look constipated. Stop thinking and just ask.”
“You always could read me a little too well,” Shige jokes. Kusano doesn’t look impressed, but he smiles anyway. Shige had always liked that about Kusano. That he would smile even when Shige wasn’t very funny (which was most of the time, but hey, Shige tried).
Kusano beats him to the punch, “You want to know why I haven’t done anything yet, even though I’ve been back for a while.”
“…Yes,” Shige says simply, honestly.
Kusano looks thoughtful for a second, before he exhales and looks at Shige straight in the eye. “Johnny said something about Uchi being a pain in the ass and that he regretted letting Uchi back in because he doesn’t know what to do with him,” Kusano says with an eerie sort of calm, “He says he’ll let me know when he figures something out.”
But that could take years is the immediate protest that rises in Shige’s throat. You could be a junior forever is the second one. Both aren’t appealing thoughts.
“I know,” Kusano says, even though Shige is sure he hadn’t said anything. “It sucks.”
Nevertheless, Kusano is right, and Shige winces. “Yeah,” he says, “It really does.”
An Average Romance (Aiba/Yoko; PG-13)
silentchord asked What made Aiba fall in love with Yoko?
Their romance is an average sort of romance, as average as a secret romance can be, one built off of teenage periwinkle dreams and of hazy youthful innocence. But as mundane and simple as it is, it is theirs, wholly theirs, and through their many years together, they learn to cherish every moment of it.
“You taste like cigarettes,” Yoko whines, and Aiba giggles, nipping at Yoko’s bottom lip as he runs his hands down Yoko’s arching back slowly, steadily, head pounding harshly as he struggles to breathe. And Yoko groans gruff and low, his lips popping as they wonder in the tight crook of Aiba’s neck.
(But really, Aiba wants to tell Yoko that to him, Yoko tastes like home, like something Aiba’s missed and didn’t realize how much until this oh so familiar taste takes over his every sense and refuses to let go.)
Eventually they pull away, remembering to pop the Tupperware of leftover Chinese into the microwave. That’s why they were in the kitchen area after all. Yoko smiles something secret as he turns the microwave on, and Aiba just smoothes fingers down the curve of Yoko’s arm. Together, they stand, pressed tightly in the cramped and overheated kitchen, Yoko humming a soft and simple tune as Aiba thinks about the things he already knows.
He thinks about why he fell for Yoko. And realizes quite simply that it is obvious. Aiba falls in love with him because Yoko is himself, truly himself around Aiba. This, to Aiba, is really all that matters.
In front of the cameras, Yoko is boisterous, loud, and with a cheer unrivaled (expect perhaps by Aiba himself). He makes perverted jokes and cackles gleefully at his band mates. He is high pitched and giddy to the point of desperation, frantic in his high tension. This is the character that everyone knows.
But Aiba falls in love with Yoko not for this persona, but for the other Yoko, the behind-the-cameras Yoko, quiet and average and sometimes painfully shy. It is this Yoko that looks Aiba in the eye one drunken night and kisses him sloppily yet soundly on the lips, this Yoko that giggles when Aiba’s mouth roams the vast planes of Yoko’s tummy, this Yoko who breathes I love you I love you into the curve of Aiba’s ear after coming back to Aiba’s apartment from a long week in Osaka.
This is the Yoko that Aiba knows and loves.
AN: …There is too much cross dressing in this post T_T.
Comments would be lovely? :D?
Oh, and they are supposed to be answers to questions, in case you were wondering why all the prompts are in question form.
Cross Dressing (Nino/JE; PG-13)
ayumwu asked What would (fill in the blank) do if everyone in JE crossdressed? I chose Nino, because we all know his affinity for girls in dresses ;D.
“Oh my god,” Nino says, when he walks into the Johnny’s building one seemingly innocuous Thursday morning, “I think I am in heaven.”
Taguchi flounces up to him in bright red pumps and a mini-skirt that should be illegal. Next to him, Yoko pretends he isn’t enjoying wearing a wedding dress and long, flowing black wig. “Hello legs,” Nino says with an appreciative leer.
“Hi!” Taguchi beams. Yoko’s face morphs into a mix of embarrassment and mutual appreciation. “Ninomiya-kun, where is your dress?”
“I’m sorry?” Nino’s face flashes with innocent confusion. “Did I miss a memo or something?”
They pause as Koyama the policewoman chases Shige the geisha into the bathroom, passing Nino with a giggle and both reeking of cheap perfume. The door slams shut and its lock clicks loudly in place. Yoko coughs, Nino’s leer widens, and Taguchi continues smiling.
“Nino-chan!”
The trio looks down the hall to greet Aiba, who is wearing the most amazingly tight-fitting black dress Nino has ever seen. He knew he could count on Aiba for a reason. His eyes cloud over a little, and he can hear Yoko swallow beside him. Aiba doesn’t seem to notice, “Nino-chan, why aren’t you dressed up? Didn’t you get the text? You could DIE.”
Before Nino can respond, a familiar voice rings out, sounding like music to Nino’s ears.
“NINOMIYA.” He turns around and watches with unabashed glee as Sho storms toward them, wearing pointy black heels and a frilly maid dress. “Don’t think I didn’t recognize your e-mail address. Why on earth do you keep doing these things?!” He throws his phone and Nino catches it deftly, reading the text with eerily familiar eyes.
if u dont drez up lik a girl 2morow u r gonna die. rly. it wil b painful. send 2 evry jyani u no.
“I didn’t think chain letters actually still worked these days,” Nino says with a happy sigh. He chucks the phone back and it hits Sho squarely in the face. “Admit it. It’s one of my greatest masterpieces.” He takes his time in looking over Sho quite thoroughly, so thoroughly that by the time he reaches Sho’s eyes again, Sho has turned a magnificent shade of pink and frustration. “I see you dressed up anyway,” he smirks slowly.
Sho splutters, “Well, I didn’t want to be left out, and Aiba kept calling me complaining that he couldn’t find a shorter dress.”
At that moment, the bathroom door opens with a bang and Shige tumbles out with Koyama right behind him, dresses significantly rumpled and looking delicious as they pant. Nino is going to have to find his way into the NEWS dressing room before the day is over.
Meanwhile, Nino grins widely, seemingly innocent but they both know better, “Then would you like me to help you take that off?”
Sho glances at the unoccupied bathroom and pretends to sound resigned, “Yes.”
Conversations (Massu/Gyoza; G)
eightroses asked Could you write your favorite NEWS pairing doing something that you think they would like? So I did.
Massu looks down at his plate and smiles, “Hello.”
The gyoza say nothing back.
“You are not going to be as tasty as my mother’s,” he says conversationally, “But you will have to do.”
When he pokes one with his chopsticks, it falls to its side and doesn’t get back up.
“Oh I’m sorry,” Massu apologizes. The gyoza doesn’t respond.
“Maybe I should just eat you and put you out of your misery-“
“Massu,” Shige says. Massu looks up confusedly. Shige sighs, “You’re so weird.”
Massu looks confused, “Why do people keep saying that? Oh well. Shall we eat?” And before Shige can answer, he digs in with excited glee.
Shige sighs.
Interrupted (Hina/Kimiko/Maruko; PG-13)
skycouldfall asked How would Hina react if Kimiko and Maruko barged into his hotel room and were all flirty and seducing him?
“The hell,” Hina cries when Yoko and Maru barge into his hotel room, not only uninvited but also very, very female-looking. Hina pretends the coughing fit that erupts thereafter is one of pure disgust (but it’s hard to pretend when Yoko and Maru look so earnest in their effort to play dress up).
“You don’t like us?” Maru pouts. He adjusts his curly wig and bats mascara-laden eyelashes, blush bright and prominent on his cheeks, matching the shade of his glossed lips.
“You look like a hooker,” Hina deadpans. “Can’t you at least wear some more modest clothes?”
Yoko scoffs, “Like you’re going to try and tell us you like modest girls.” He sits next to him and crosses a leg. Hina scowls; that skirt was of an unholy length, much too short. He takes a couple peeks before smacking Yoko on the head, and he doesn’t even feel all that bad when Yoko’s blonde wig almost falls off. “You’re such a skank, Yokocho,” he says a bit desperately.
“It’s Kimiko,” Yoko says demurely, ruby glossed lips curving into a coy smile as he ignores the insult. “And that over there is your new friend, Maruko.” From Hina’s other side, Maru waves.
“Kimiko,” Hina repeats incredulously, “Maru-Maruko. Are you guys serious? What the hell was in that sake we drank today?”
Maru sighs and leans over to address Yoko, ignoring Hina in the wake, “Yoko, it isn’t working. Is it my breasts? Are they not big enough?”
Hina gargles and Yoko shakes his head adamantly, “Believe me, your breasts are perfect.”
Maru giggles shyly, “Thank you Kimiko!”
“I hate you guys,” Hina says, “You’re not going to let me sleep tonight, are you?”
“That wasn’t the plan, no,” Yoko says slowly, and Hina will be damned if the look on Yoko’s face isn’t completely predatory. So he swallows, and puts his self-help book down with a sigh.
Games (Nino-centric; PG)
chauxe asked What kind of games does Neener like to play?
Sometimes Nino likes fighter games, games that involve pure brutality and a rapid fire button-pressing thumb. He likes them when he is tired and stressed, but mostly he likes them when he is angry. It is when he needs to let things out that he plays fighting games, making blood ooze from his opponents and kicking their heads into the ground without a bat of his eye.
Other times he likes puzzle games, likes the idea of challenging himself and trying to solve absurd puzzles with his faulty human logic. A rare occurrence, it makes him feel like a genius when he finally manages to complete one, and he relishes this feeling, this brilliant intelligent feeling even if it’s just for that one moment.
But if asked what games Nino likes the most, it would have to be role-playing games. Much in the way acting is for Nino, role-playing games serve the same purpose. He likes to step into a character’s shoes and take on that character’s quest, his mission; he likes to rescue a damsel in distress and save the town from peril. Because that’s when he can pretend that he isn't just a regular human being whose feet sometimes fail to dance properly and whose voice sometimes cracks at the recording studio. That is when he ignores the fact that he is just an average guy with a below average height and a penchant for pinching pennies. It is when he is engrossed in these games that he can become a hero, a bigger-than-life superman who tackles anything that comes his way and always saves the world (because as much as Nino’d like to, he can’t).
Genki (Junno/Kame; PG)
beltenebra asked Where does Junno get his endless supply of genkiness? Pre-debut.
Junno is a fount of endless, and often useless, energy. He is boundless in his KY excitement, grinning that lame grin of his every minute he’s in front of the camera, and even when he’s not.
It doesn’t make any sense. After all, it’s been years since they first formed, a mix of lanky skinny boys who couldn’t really sing nor dance but grinned brilliantly despite the often tense atmosphere between them, as they slowly but surely worked their way up.
But it’s been years, and KAT-TUN has seen friends fly by and debut, and they still haven’t. Years, and Johnny still hasn’t said anything about it. Kame can see everyone else’s smiles slowly fading with the oppressing uncertainty. He can certainly feel his own smile dying, can feel the corners of his mouth weighing heavily down. It doesn’t help that they keep fighting all the time, petty useless fights that mean nothing but still hurt all at the same time.
Nevertheless, Junno just doesn’t quit. Despite the circumstances, somehow he still manages to keep smiling. And Kame doesn’t really get how Junno does it, yet he tries to figure it out anyway.
Because maybe, secretly, Kame wants to be that cheerful kind of person, with a never ending high-pitched laugh and a smile that rarely wavers. Maybe sometimes, he wishes he were like Junno, whose KY cheer is almost like a constant to KAT-TUN, one that they often take for granted, but a constant nonetheless. There is no doubt that KAT-TUN often gets annoyed with Junno and his over the top gameplay and ridiculously pathetic puns, but Kame sees it as an understanding sort of annoyance. It’s an annoyance that fades quickly because they all understand that it’s Junno they’re dealing with, real smiling Junno, which somehow makes it all right.
Maybe.
“Where do you get it?” Kame asks one day, when they’re sitting sleepily in the van taking them home.
Junno blinks tiredly at him, smiling softly, “Hmm?”
Kame makes a frustrated noise from the back of his throat, and points vaguely at Junno’s mouth, “That. Why are you always like this?”
And Junno understands. He lets out a breath knowingly, and stretches until his fingers scrape the top of the vehicle.
“Someone in this group needs to keep smiling,” he finally says, voice thoughtful and unusually calm, “I do it because you guys can’t.”
And Kame thinks he finally gets it.
Junno glances at Kame slowly, and then says the words Kame hadn’t realized he needed to hear until now. “We’re going to debut soon,” Junno smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “Just wait for it.”
Sometimes Kame wishes he were like Junno. But he’s not.
(Somehow, the thought is oddly comforting.)
Clothes (Massu/Yamapi; PG-13)
xplodey_di asked a question I failed to answer, so I wrote her this instead.
“Massu, as much as I like you, there is no way I’m walking in there.”
He turns back and looks pitifully at the man behind him. Yamapi tries to shield the power of Massu’s pout from his eyes.
“But didn’t you say you wanted a new shirt?” Massu asks.
Yamapi pulls Massu by his jacket sleeve away from the store (which is, by the way, bright neon green with hideous silver stripes), “Yeah, but I actually want to be able to wear it in public. That’s kind of the point.”
They look at the shirt Yamapi is wearing now, stained with spaghetti sauce, and Massu raises a brow. “So you’d rather continue walking around like that? I already offered you my jacket but you refused.”
Yamapi groans, “For good reason, Massu.”
Massu pauses before he looks determined, pulling away from Yamapi and walking briskly into the store, “Well, it’s not like I’m letting you keep your clothes on when we get to your place, so just think of this as one of your many drunken mistakes.”
“We’re not drunk,” Yamapi points out.
“Not yet,” Massu says innocently.
Yamapi nearly chokes.
The next two drabbles refer to this clip of chibi!Sho awesome.
The Wedding Dress Drabble #1 (Takki/Tsubasa (Sho); PG-13)
nkiseki asked Why was Tsubasa not in the wedding dress? Alternatively: Who/what convinced Sho to put on the wedding dress?
“I am totally the man in this relationship,” Tsubasa says flatly.
Takki rolls his eyes. “It’s a skit,” he says exasperatedly, “Just put on the stupid dress.”
Tsubasa looks offended, “Look, as much as I love you, I’d never want to be married to your horny ass. You hit on anything that moves.”
“It’s a SKIT,” Takki repeats incredulously. He pauses, “And I only hit on the cute ones, stop spreading rumors.” At that moment, Sho walks by behind Tsubasa and Takki lunges at him, grabbing onto him like a lifeline. “Sho-kun,” he gasps. “How would you like to wear a wedding dress?”
Sho blushes as if Takki has found out some sort of deep dark secret and he stutters, “I-I wouldn’t really want to wear a dress. Not really-“
“Well too bad,” Takki barks desperately, thrusting the dress into Sho’s sweaty hands. “I’m your sempai, so go get changed.”
Meanwhile, Tsubasa glares holes into Sho, and his glare promises something deadly, something horrifying, something painful.
Sho whimpers.
The Wedding Dress Drabble #2 (Sho/Ohno; PG)
quartered asked What did Ohno say about Sho-in-a-wedding-dress clip?
“I would marry you,” Ohno says.
Sho just looks at him, “What.”
He points to his laptop, where young Sho in a wedding dress grins creepily back at them. Sho gargles and Ohno cocks his head. “I would marry you,” he repeats firmly.
“Where did you find that?” Sho asks, horrified. He buries his head in his arms, curses Takki and his unholy desire to dress his kouhai up in pretty things.
“Youtube. It is my best friend,” Ohno says wisely.
Sho groans, “Apparently it is also a massive weapon of DOOM.” He flops around in agony for good measure.
Ohno pouts, “But I just wanted to say that you looked pretty.” Sho glances at Ohno and Ohno grins, eyes crinkling in the corners in that merry way that only Ohno has. Sho sighs. Of course Ohno wouldn’t use these clips against him. Sho was just worrying over nothing.
“Hey, what’re you two looking at?”
Never mind.
Sho immediately cringes and lunges for the computer, but Nino gets there first, watching the clip with glee. Nino laughs at him about it for a good five straight minutes, and even when Sho attempts to rebut with a feeble “But you’ve dressed up as a girl too,” Nino continues to giggle maniacally.
Sho isn’t very surprised when he gets fourteen text messages over the course of the night from kouhai asking Sho to teach them how to be good wives.
(Though he’ll admit he is a little surprised when Ohno comes in the next morning and pinches Nino, with a sorrowful and honest “But I wanted Sho to be my wife first”, and then Ohno flashes him a secret sort of smile).
Coming Back (Kusano/Shige; PG)
crystallekil asked Why hasn’t Kusano returned to the spotlight yet?
“Are you coming back?” Shige asks, and they both pretend the slight dip in Shige’s tone is not one of anxious concern. Which it is, and they both it.
“Sure,” Kusano shrugs. “Whenever Johnny invites me back.”
Why -hasn’t- he invited you back yet? is the question that Shige really wants to ask, but he bites it back with a sigh. He can feel the question rest heavily on the back of his tongue, like a lead weight; it almost chokes him as he forces it down.
“Shige,” Kusano says blandly, and Shige looks up to Kusano’s rolled eyes, face radiating with disapproval. “You look constipated. Stop thinking and just ask.”
“You always could read me a little too well,” Shige jokes. Kusano doesn’t look impressed, but he smiles anyway. Shige had always liked that about Kusano. That he would smile even when Shige wasn’t very funny (which was most of the time, but hey, Shige tried).
Kusano beats him to the punch, “You want to know why I haven’t done anything yet, even though I’ve been back for a while.”
“…Yes,” Shige says simply, honestly.
Kusano looks thoughtful for a second, before he exhales and looks at Shige straight in the eye. “Johnny said something about Uchi being a pain in the ass and that he regretted letting Uchi back in because he doesn’t know what to do with him,” Kusano says with an eerie sort of calm, “He says he’ll let me know when he figures something out.”
But that could take years is the immediate protest that rises in Shige’s throat. You could be a junior forever is the second one. Both aren’t appealing thoughts.
“I know,” Kusano says, even though Shige is sure he hadn’t said anything. “It sucks.”
Nevertheless, Kusano is right, and Shige winces. “Yeah,” he says, “It really does.”
An Average Romance (Aiba/Yoko; PG-13)
silentchord asked What made Aiba fall in love with Yoko?
Their romance is an average sort of romance, as average as a secret romance can be, one built off of teenage periwinkle dreams and of hazy youthful innocence. But as mundane and simple as it is, it is theirs, wholly theirs, and through their many years together, they learn to cherish every moment of it.
“You taste like cigarettes,” Yoko whines, and Aiba giggles, nipping at Yoko’s bottom lip as he runs his hands down Yoko’s arching back slowly, steadily, head pounding harshly as he struggles to breathe. And Yoko groans gruff and low, his lips popping as they wonder in the tight crook of Aiba’s neck.
(But really, Aiba wants to tell Yoko that to him, Yoko tastes like home, like something Aiba’s missed and didn’t realize how much until this oh so familiar taste takes over his every sense and refuses to let go.)
Eventually they pull away, remembering to pop the Tupperware of leftover Chinese into the microwave. That’s why they were in the kitchen area after all. Yoko smiles something secret as he turns the microwave on, and Aiba just smoothes fingers down the curve of Yoko’s arm. Together, they stand, pressed tightly in the cramped and overheated kitchen, Yoko humming a soft and simple tune as Aiba thinks about the things he already knows.
He thinks about why he fell for Yoko. And realizes quite simply that it is obvious. Aiba falls in love with him because Yoko is himself, truly himself around Aiba. This, to Aiba, is really all that matters.
In front of the cameras, Yoko is boisterous, loud, and with a cheer unrivaled (expect perhaps by Aiba himself). He makes perverted jokes and cackles gleefully at his band mates. He is high pitched and giddy to the point of desperation, frantic in his high tension. This is the character that everyone knows.
But Aiba falls in love with Yoko not for this persona, but for the other Yoko, the behind-the-cameras Yoko, quiet and average and sometimes painfully shy. It is this Yoko that looks Aiba in the eye one drunken night and kisses him sloppily yet soundly on the lips, this Yoko that giggles when Aiba’s mouth roams the vast planes of Yoko’s tummy, this Yoko who breathes I love you I love you into the curve of Aiba’s ear after coming back to Aiba’s apartment from a long week in Osaka.
This is the Yoko that Aiba knows and loves.
AN: …There is too much cross dressing in this post T_T.
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