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defeminized) wrote2011-12-04 01:57 pm
defeminized) wrote2011-12-04 01:57 pm
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Like a Flower - Koki/Jin
Title: Like a flower
Wordcount: 813
Rating: PG
Pairing: Koki/Jin
Notes: None
Summary: Once upon a time, Jin was the apple of Koki’s eyes.
I almost forgot this existed
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Koki often thinks of his bandmates as animals, until someone mentions that it might make him an animal trainer by being in the same group with them.
“I’m not an animal trainer,” he says with a laugh when Jin asks him, “I’m a shepherd.”
“That was lame,” Jin says, slapping his head and promptly bursting out in a small cry. “I thought shepherds are meant for animals of the same…type—“
“They are more or less the same, when you think about it,” Koki says, putting his arm around Jin’s shoulder. “Why are you so bony? Have you been starving?”
“Dude, I don’t know,” Jin snaps back.
“Well, at least I know you haven’t been feeding your food to Kame-chan.”
Jin freezes a little and looks hesitantly at Koki, making Koki feel like taking back his words.
“What is that face, don’t tell me—“
Jin shoves Koki’s arm away and runs towards the practice room.
Kame-chan’s the cat, Koki likes to say.
“He purrs when he needs you and bites when he doesn’t?” Jin tries to reason.
“A little,” Koki says, “but I’m actually thinking about how he tackles people for no reason whenever he feels like it. It’s cute how random he gets.”
“Oh really now?” Jin raises an eyebrow.
“Jealous?”
“Not really.”
“Liar.”
Koki wants to go in their group naming order, but it doesn’t apply to Jin anymore.
He’s somewhat glad. He wouldn’t know what animal Jin would be anyway.
Koki takes three weeks, five days, nineteen hours, seventeen minutes, and twenty-seven seconds to come up with something he can liken Junno with, according to Jin.
“Liar!” he hollers.
Jin laughs and Koki pounces at him.
“So,” Jin asks when they both stop laughing, “what is Taguchi?”
“A horse.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s annoying.”
“Would you like me to tell him that?”
Koki bends to close the gap between their faces, then pecks him on the lips.
“You wouldn’t.”
“How do you know?” Jin says, rubbing Koki’s nose with his.
“I just do.”
It was a lie. The next day, Jin tells Junno anyway.
“You should still liken me to something,” Jin whines.
“You’re a flower,” Koki says.
“Idiot.”
“Pomu is a dog, a very lazy dog.”
“Be careful,” Jin says in between giggles, “you’re not that strong to defend yourself against his fists.”
“I wouldn’t have to, silly,” he says, pinching Jin’s nose.
“Why?”
“Because he’s a lazy dog.”
Jin thinks that Nakamaru is a mouse, because he’s a coward and all, but Koki thinks that Nakamaru’s an elephant, because he’s the place where people hide behind the most.
“But an elephant is strong, and Nakamaru is not strong,” Jin says, slightly pouting. “Cheater.”
“Not true, his slaps are pretty painful,” Koki says, squeezing Jin’s arm and patting his stomach playfully.
“I still think Nakamaru’s a mouse,” Jin repeats.
“Fine,” Koki gives in.
They end up making Nakamaru an interspecies mutant of a mouse and an elephant.
“What about me, Koki?” Jin asks as he lies on Koki.
Koki strokes Jin’s hair, head reeling with the many metaphors that just poured out.
Koki thinks that Kame’s really, really cute. In a way that makes him want to roll him into a plushie doll and keep him in his pocket.
Jin sulks.
“I was the one who first thought he was cute.”
Once upon a time, Jin was the apple of Koki’s eyes.
Now, he’s a pet, a girl, a lover, a child, a plant, everything.
“You know,” Koki starts as he slips his hand to Jin waist from his back, hugging him from behind. “I don’t really want to define you.”
Jin inches close to him, breathing slowly.
“You’re special.”
Truth is, Koki draws blank whenever he tries to come up with an animal he can associate Jin with.
Jin tells Koki that Ueda’s looking really strange with the new hairdo, because instead of looking like a pretty guy who looks like a girl with pretty hair he’s now—
Jin doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Koki immediately covers his mouth when he sees Ueda fixing his boxing gloves.
“You know, Koki,” Jin whispers. “I wanted to write songs about you.”
“Why didn’t you?” Koki asks, caressing his forehead.
Jin pauses for a long time.
“I couldn’t.”
Jin curls like a rabbit in his arms and Koki feels like a bear cub who’s too innocent to realise the animosity that should be happening between them.
They kiss before Jin takes his flight back to Los Angeles. Koki lingers long after the kiss ends.
“Jin,” he says softly. “Write a song for me.”
Jin hesitates. “Koki, I—I—probably—“
“You’re a bird,” Koki says in English, “you’ll only fly away.”
Jin pulls him into a tight embrace.
“Stop quoting Nelly Furtado.”
Koki pats his back.
Someday, he’ll be able to find his words and tell Jin what he is.
-
Wordcount: 813
Rating: PG
Pairing: Koki/Jin
Notes: None
Summary: Once upon a time, Jin was the apple of Koki’s eyes.
I almost forgot this existed
Koki often thinks of his bandmates as animals, until someone mentions that it might make him an animal trainer by being in the same group with them.
“I’m not an animal trainer,” he says with a laugh when Jin asks him, “I’m a shepherd.”
“That was lame,” Jin says, slapping his head and promptly bursting out in a small cry. “I thought shepherds are meant for animals of the same…type—“
“They are more or less the same, when you think about it,” Koki says, putting his arm around Jin’s shoulder. “Why are you so bony? Have you been starving?”
“Dude, I don’t know,” Jin snaps back.
“Well, at least I know you haven’t been feeding your food to Kame-chan.”
Jin freezes a little and looks hesitantly at Koki, making Koki feel like taking back his words.
“What is that face, don’t tell me—“
Jin shoves Koki’s arm away and runs towards the practice room.
Kame-chan’s the cat, Koki likes to say.
“He purrs when he needs you and bites when he doesn’t?” Jin tries to reason.
“A little,” Koki says, “but I’m actually thinking about how he tackles people for no reason whenever he feels like it. It’s cute how random he gets.”
“Oh really now?” Jin raises an eyebrow.
“Jealous?”
“Not really.”
“Liar.”
Koki wants to go in their group naming order, but it doesn’t apply to Jin anymore.
He’s somewhat glad. He wouldn’t know what animal Jin would be anyway.
Koki takes three weeks, five days, nineteen hours, seventeen minutes, and twenty-seven seconds to come up with something he can liken Junno with, according to Jin.
“Liar!” he hollers.
Jin laughs and Koki pounces at him.
“So,” Jin asks when they both stop laughing, “what is Taguchi?”
“A horse.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s annoying.”
“Would you like me to tell him that?”
Koki bends to close the gap between their faces, then pecks him on the lips.
“You wouldn’t.”
“How do you know?” Jin says, rubbing Koki’s nose with his.
“I just do.”
It was a lie. The next day, Jin tells Junno anyway.
“You should still liken me to something,” Jin whines.
“You’re a flower,” Koki says.
“Idiot.”
“Pomu is a dog, a very lazy dog.”
“Be careful,” Jin says in between giggles, “you’re not that strong to defend yourself against his fists.”
“I wouldn’t have to, silly,” he says, pinching Jin’s nose.
“Why?”
“Because he’s a lazy dog.”
Jin thinks that Nakamaru is a mouse, because he’s a coward and all, but Koki thinks that Nakamaru’s an elephant, because he’s the place where people hide behind the most.
“But an elephant is strong, and Nakamaru is not strong,” Jin says, slightly pouting. “Cheater.”
“Not true, his slaps are pretty painful,” Koki says, squeezing Jin’s arm and patting his stomach playfully.
“I still think Nakamaru’s a mouse,” Jin repeats.
“Fine,” Koki gives in.
They end up making Nakamaru an interspecies mutant of a mouse and an elephant.
“What about me, Koki?” Jin asks as he lies on Koki.
Koki strokes Jin’s hair, head reeling with the many metaphors that just poured out.
Koki thinks that Kame’s really, really cute. In a way that makes him want to roll him into a plushie doll and keep him in his pocket.
Jin sulks.
“I was the one who first thought he was cute.”
Once upon a time, Jin was the apple of Koki’s eyes.
Now, he’s a pet, a girl, a lover, a child, a plant, everything.
“You know,” Koki starts as he slips his hand to Jin waist from his back, hugging him from behind. “I don’t really want to define you.”
Jin inches close to him, breathing slowly.
“You’re special.”
Truth is, Koki draws blank whenever he tries to come up with an animal he can associate Jin with.
Jin tells Koki that Ueda’s looking really strange with the new hairdo, because instead of looking like a pretty guy who looks like a girl with pretty hair he’s now—
Jin doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Koki immediately covers his mouth when he sees Ueda fixing his boxing gloves.
“You know, Koki,” Jin whispers. “I wanted to write songs about you.”
“Why didn’t you?” Koki asks, caressing his forehead.
Jin pauses for a long time.
“I couldn’t.”
Jin curls like a rabbit in his arms and Koki feels like a bear cub who’s too innocent to realise the animosity that should be happening between them.
They kiss before Jin takes his flight back to Los Angeles. Koki lingers long after the kiss ends.
“Jin,” he says softly. “Write a song for me.”
Jin hesitates. “Koki, I—I—probably—“
“You’re a bird,” Koki says in English, “you’ll only fly away.”
Jin pulls him into a tight embrace.
“Stop quoting Nelly Furtado.”
Koki pats his back.
Someday, he’ll be able to find his words and tell Jin what he is.