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Happy Together - Jin/Pi
Title: Happy Together
Wordcount: 1649
Pairing: Yamapi/Jin -> YES. THIS IS NOT A LIE.
Rating: PG
Warning: Jin’s mind. Porn-less. Cheesiness.
Notes: I have never read a Pin fic prior to this. I still don’t know why I decided to do this.
Written formaiamcw's birthday. Happy birthday, Maia! Originally posted here (locked).
Summary: Sometimes Jin forgets Yamapi’s name.
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Sometimes Jin forgets Yamapi’s name.
It’s not like he’s an occasional amnesiac, or that he’s doing it on purpose. It’s just really difficult to remember that Yamapi’s name is Tomohisa when he has been calling him Yamapi, Yamapi, and Yamapi all his life.
Yamapi is what Jin calls him when he’s teasing him. When Jin strikes back at him for tickling his collar bone, when Jin pokes at his chest and asks whether he should start buying bras soon, and when Jin pokes his ribcage and wonders if it’s alright for Jin to be eating in front of him because he’s on diet.
Yamapi is what Jin calls him when he’s feeling needy. When Jin needs someone to fix something in his apartment (he has other options, but Nakamaru’s annoyingly busy these days, Kame’s off somewhere playing baseball, he doesn’t feel like talking to Junno, he still can’t get used to seeing the monk in Ueda, and Koki’s too busy with his pets —they always leave him with no options, really), when Jin wants a companion to watch a scary movie with, and when Jin feels like he’s stuck with a lyricist’s block.
Yamapi is what Jin calls him when he’s drunk. When he’s wasted and needs someone sane enough to get wasted with. When he needs to toast and needs a best friend to toast with. When he’s nearly sober and thinking how he needs to love his best friend more.
Figuratively, of course.
Yamapi, Yamapi, Yamapi. Who needs a real name when not even your best friend remembers it?
Unless Yamapi has never thought of Jin as his best, but that’s irrelevant and Jin stops thinking beyond this point.
People do remember Yamapi’s real name though. Those are the hosts of random talk shows, his fans, his family, people who work with him (like the sound engineers and such), sempais, juniors, his ex-girlfriends, his former bandmates—
They either address him as Yamashita-kun, Yamashita-san, or Tomo-chan. Jin might have heard a Tomo-tan somewhere. He must have been drunk, because his memories are pretty fuzzy with regards to that specific event. It doesn’t stop Jin from occasionally teasing him, though.
—and Jin realises that he’s probably the only one in the entire universe who doesn’t call him by his actual name.
Thankfully, Kame still calls him by Akira.
Jin sighs in relief whenever he sees Kame and Yamapi addressing each other with Shuuji and Akira. At least there are people lamer than he is.
There are times when Jin has to fight this stupid urge to kiss Yamapi.
Like when he wakes up and sees Yamapi cooking omelettes for him. Like when Yamapi takes a shower in Jin’s apartment and Jin can’t help himself from staring at Yamapi’s…assets. Like when Yamapi reads the newspaper with a focused expression and Jin’s inner Jin starts to talk about how attractive Yamapi’s lips are.
Like when he overhears Yamapi’s phone conversation with Keiko and Keiko calls him Tomo-kun. With a sultry, I-think-we-should-get-back-together, you’re-really-hot-do-you-know-that and are-you-free-tonight tone that she usually uses in dramas.
Not that Jin has watched any of the dramas Keiko acted in (other than Buzzer Beat, but Jin always tells people that he didn’t get to look at anything other than close-ups of Yamapi’s muscles because Yamapi was too enthusiastic in showing off his ~skills~), but it’s not really hard to imagine her doing that.
Jin might be jealous, only because calls from Yamapi’s girlfriends (exes, currents, never-lovers, etc) always manage to disrupt their video-gaming, movie-binging and crap-talking session.
“Hey, Yamapi, you know that Russell Peters has this joke—“
“Nope.”
“—about a South African dealer in a casino—“
“Oh my god, you and your dirty American jokes again.”
“He’s Canadian! And you like those American jokes!”
“Same continent! And yes, what about it?”
“How racist.”
“That’s not being racist, idiot.”
“Yes, it is!”
Jin might have been a little obsessed with what other people would call Yamapi during more…intimate moments. He cares about his best friend a lot.
Yes. He does.
“Fine, tell me about Russell Whatever.”
“So he once made this joke about a South African casino dealer—“
“Yes, we went through it.”
“—and he was telling the audience what the South African dealer’s name was, and it happened to be—are you ready?
“Nope.”
“What?”
“Just tell me already.”
“Let me spell it. Exclamation mark, X-O-B-I-L-E. Pronounced as —crack!—bee-lay!”
Yamapi doesn’t laugh.
“And so?”
“Can you imagine what kind of horrible noises this guy will make during sex?”
Yamapi narrows his eyes in deep thought and burst out in laughter.
Cooing ~Yamapi~ during make-out sessions might ruin the moment, Jin thinks.
“Is there a point to this joke or are you just too excited to have found a new Youtube video to share?”
“I was wondering—“
Jin looks at him and the inner Jin starts reciting random things about Yamapi’s face.
“I forgot.”
Jin writes songs about universal love, about romantic intimacy, about painful longing.
Different people make him write about different kind of songs.
Children make him want to write about a better world, devoid of war, conflicts and hatred.
Kame makes him write songs about…he doesn’t like to write songs about Kame.
Josh makes him write songs about trashing the club and scoring girls, even if they actually spend most of their clubbing times ogling at the dancing girls.
(And boys, Jin reminds himself).
Nakamaru makes him want to write nursery rhymes.
Koki makes him want to write even dirtier lyrics. But he refuses to let Koki know that he has won the “Who Has The Skankier Lyrics” game they played right after he rejoined them in 2007. He can always cite “but you guys kicked me out!” as an excuse after all.
Taguchi makes him want to write happy songs. They always sound like they stepped out of an Arashi album.
Yamapi makes him want to write songs about being stupid together and sometimes he borrows quotes from Happy Together.
He tells himself that it’s not intentional.
Jin slumps against Yamapi in the middle of watching a movie. It’s Pearl Harbour and their twelfth time watching it. It got pretty boring after the third time.
Cooing ~Yamapi~ doesn’t seem funny at this point, he realises sleepily.
The rest of the people they know are either partying or celebrating Koichi’s birthday.
They are sitting on the balcony of Yamapi’s apartment, toasting Happy New Year to each other, celebrating their firm statuses as the rogues of the jimusho.
“They call me your copycat,” Yamapi says, probably half-wasted.
“They call me an American wannabe,” Jin says.
“So I’m an American wannabe copycat?”
“You’re Yamapi, the handsome superstar.”
“And you’re Akaneeshee Gene,”—pretty good imitation of the American accent, Jin thinks—“the American superstar who makes Japan proud.”
They laugh and toast some more and talk thrash about other people.
“They think Route 66 should have more episodes,” Yamapi says.
“I think so too. Come to LA when you’re free, I have always wanted to show you my studio. Bring Akkun along.”
“I love America. I can ask people to call me by Tomohisa, not Yamapi.”
The song Happy Together starts playing inside Jin’s head and inner Jin has this sudden desire to call him Tomohisa.
“Shit Koki, I think I’m in love with Yamapi.”
“Tell me something new. If you’ll excuse me, Sakura needs my attention.”
“Shit Kame, I think I’m in love with Yamapi.”
“And I’m in love with Nakamaru.”
Jin pauses. “Are you serious?”
“No.”
“Shit Nakamaru, I think I’m in love with Yamapi—but before you answer anything, are you in love with Kame?”
“What the hell are you going on about?”
“Shit Ryo, I think I’m in love with Yamapi.”
“Poor Josh.”
“Shit Junno, I think I’m—“
“Hold up, I’m gonna win this game in just a while.”
“Shit Ueda, I think I’m in love with Yamapi.”
“Does Kame know?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he’s in love with Nakamaru.”
“Right.”
“What does this mean?”
“It means that you’re obvious.”
“Really?”
“Yes, and you better start telling Yamapi about it.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re annoyingly whiny when you’re in love.”
“Hey Jin, did you say something?”
“Shit Junno, I’m in love with Yamapi!”
“Oh.”
In a strange turn of events, Yamapi’s leaving for America and Jin’s staying in Japan for a little while. It’s usually the other way around: Jin will be the one packing and yelling about his things missing and Yamapi will help him find them. Most frequently missing items are like toothbrushes, facial creams, hair gels, combs—
(“Dude, do you not comb your hair?” Yamapi had exclaimed in pure shock.)
—shirts—
(“They are all the same anyway,” Yamapi grumbled because Jin insisted that his shirts had to be found, no matter how many exact replicas of the same shirt he had.)
—and lyrics sheets.
“Have fun,” Jin says. There’s an awkward silence between them and Jin thinks that this may be the appropriate moment to stand closer to him and pout his lips and tug him closer—
“Are we going to kiss?”
“Y-Y-Yes?”
“Oh.”
—and pulls him by his belt for a kiss.
Inner Jin is pleased. Ridiculously, even.
“Tomohisa.”
Yamapi looks shocked.
“What did you call me?”
“I just wanted to say it.”
“It’s gross.”
“Right.”
“Call me that only when we—“
Jin shuts him up with another kiss.
“Okay.”
Jin remembers Yamapi’s name, not because he calls him Tomohisa when they kiss, but because he’s his best friend. A best friend he loves and a best friend he’s in love with.
Jin thinks of Yamapi and he thinks of a couple; happily grinning and comfortably singing sappy love songs to each other.
He finally fully understands why he loves writing songs.
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Wordcount: 1649
Pairing: Yamapi/Jin -> YES. THIS IS NOT A LIE.
Rating: PG
Warning: Jin’s mind. Porn-less. Cheesiness.
Notes: I have never read a Pin fic prior to this. I still don’t know why I decided to do this.
Written for
maiamcw's birthday. Happy birthday, Maia! Originally posted here (locked). Summary: Sometimes Jin forgets Yamapi’s name.
Sometimes Jin forgets Yamapi’s name.
It’s not like he’s an occasional amnesiac, or that he’s doing it on purpose. It’s just really difficult to remember that Yamapi’s name is Tomohisa when he has been calling him Yamapi, Yamapi, and Yamapi all his life.
Yamapi is what Jin calls him when he’s teasing him. When Jin strikes back at him for tickling his collar bone, when Jin pokes at his chest and asks whether he should start buying bras soon, and when Jin pokes his ribcage and wonders if it’s alright for Jin to be eating in front of him because he’s on diet.
Yamapi is what Jin calls him when he’s feeling needy. When Jin needs someone to fix something in his apartment (he has other options, but Nakamaru’s annoyingly busy these days, Kame’s off somewhere playing baseball, he doesn’t feel like talking to Junno, he still can’t get used to seeing the monk in Ueda, and Koki’s too busy with his pets —they always leave him with no options, really), when Jin wants a companion to watch a scary movie with, and when Jin feels like he’s stuck with a lyricist’s block.
Yamapi is what Jin calls him when he’s drunk. When he’s wasted and needs someone sane enough to get wasted with. When he needs to toast and needs a best friend to toast with. When he’s nearly sober and thinking how he needs to love his best friend more.
Figuratively, of course.
Yamapi, Yamapi, Yamapi. Who needs a real name when not even your best friend remembers it?
Unless Yamapi has never thought of Jin as his best, but that’s irrelevant and Jin stops thinking beyond this point.
People do remember Yamapi’s real name though. Those are the hosts of random talk shows, his fans, his family, people who work with him (like the sound engineers and such), sempais, juniors, his ex-girlfriends, his former bandmates—
They either address him as Yamashita-kun, Yamashita-san, or Tomo-chan. Jin might have heard a Tomo-tan somewhere. He must have been drunk, because his memories are pretty fuzzy with regards to that specific event. It doesn’t stop Jin from occasionally teasing him, though.
—and Jin realises that he’s probably the only one in the entire universe who doesn’t call him by his actual name.
Thankfully, Kame still calls him by Akira.
Jin sighs in relief whenever he sees Kame and Yamapi addressing each other with Shuuji and Akira. At least there are people lamer than he is.
There are times when Jin has to fight this stupid urge to kiss Yamapi.
Like when he wakes up and sees Yamapi cooking omelettes for him. Like when Yamapi takes a shower in Jin’s apartment and Jin can’t help himself from staring at Yamapi’s…assets. Like when Yamapi reads the newspaper with a focused expression and Jin’s inner Jin starts to talk about how attractive Yamapi’s lips are.
Like when he overhears Yamapi’s phone conversation with Keiko and Keiko calls him Tomo-kun. With a sultry, I-think-we-should-get-back-together, you’re-really-hot-do-you-know-that and are-you-free-tonight tone that she usually uses in dramas.
Not that Jin has watched any of the dramas Keiko acted in (other than Buzzer Beat, but Jin always tells people that he didn’t get to look at anything other than close-ups of Yamapi’s muscles because Yamapi was too enthusiastic in showing off his ~skills~), but it’s not really hard to imagine her doing that.
Jin might be jealous, only because calls from Yamapi’s girlfriends (exes, currents, never-lovers, etc) always manage to disrupt their video-gaming, movie-binging and crap-talking session.
“Hey, Yamapi, you know that Russell Peters has this joke—“
“Nope.”
“—about a South African dealer in a casino—“
“Oh my god, you and your dirty American jokes again.”
“He’s Canadian! And you like those American jokes!”
“Same continent! And yes, what about it?”
“How racist.”
“That’s not being racist, idiot.”
“Yes, it is!”
Jin might have been a little obsessed with what other people would call Yamapi during more…intimate moments. He cares about his best friend a lot.
Yes. He does.
“Fine, tell me about Russell Whatever.”
“So he once made this joke about a South African casino dealer—“
“Yes, we went through it.”
“—and he was telling the audience what the South African dealer’s name was, and it happened to be—are you ready?
“Nope.”
“What?”
“Just tell me already.”
“Let me spell it. Exclamation mark, X-O-B-I-L-E. Pronounced as —crack!—bee-lay!”
Yamapi doesn’t laugh.
“And so?”
“Can you imagine what kind of horrible noises this guy will make during sex?”
Yamapi narrows his eyes in deep thought and burst out in laughter.
Cooing ~Yamapi~ during make-out sessions might ruin the moment, Jin thinks.
“Is there a point to this joke or are you just too excited to have found a new Youtube video to share?”
“I was wondering—“
Jin looks at him and the inner Jin starts reciting random things about Yamapi’s face.
“I forgot.”
Jin writes songs about universal love, about romantic intimacy, about painful longing.
Different people make him write about different kind of songs.
Children make him want to write about a better world, devoid of war, conflicts and hatred.
Kame makes him write songs about…he doesn’t like to write songs about Kame.
Josh makes him write songs about trashing the club and scoring girls, even if they actually spend most of their clubbing times ogling at the dancing girls.
(And boys, Jin reminds himself).
Nakamaru makes him want to write nursery rhymes.
Koki makes him want to write even dirtier lyrics. But he refuses to let Koki know that he has won the “Who Has The Skankier Lyrics” game they played right after he rejoined them in 2007. He can always cite “but you guys kicked me out!” as an excuse after all.
Taguchi makes him want to write happy songs. They always sound like they stepped out of an Arashi album.
Yamapi makes him want to write songs about being stupid together and sometimes he borrows quotes from Happy Together.
He tells himself that it’s not intentional.
Jin slumps against Yamapi in the middle of watching a movie. It’s Pearl Harbour and their twelfth time watching it. It got pretty boring after the third time.
Cooing ~Yamapi~ doesn’t seem funny at this point, he realises sleepily.
The rest of the people they know are either partying or celebrating Koichi’s birthday.
They are sitting on the balcony of Yamapi’s apartment, toasting Happy New Year to each other, celebrating their firm statuses as the rogues of the jimusho.
“They call me your copycat,” Yamapi says, probably half-wasted.
“They call me an American wannabe,” Jin says.
“So I’m an American wannabe copycat?”
“You’re Yamapi, the handsome superstar.”
“And you’re Akaneeshee Gene,”—pretty good imitation of the American accent, Jin thinks—“the American superstar who makes Japan proud.”
They laugh and toast some more and talk thrash about other people.
“They think Route 66 should have more episodes,” Yamapi says.
“I think so too. Come to LA when you’re free, I have always wanted to show you my studio. Bring Akkun along.”
“I love America. I can ask people to call me by Tomohisa, not Yamapi.”
The song Happy Together starts playing inside Jin’s head and inner Jin has this sudden desire to call him Tomohisa.
“Shit Koki, I think I’m in love with Yamapi.”
“Tell me something new. If you’ll excuse me, Sakura needs my attention.”
“Shit Kame, I think I’m in love with Yamapi.”
“And I’m in love with Nakamaru.”
Jin pauses. “Are you serious?”
“No.”
“Shit Nakamaru, I think I’m in love with Yamapi—but before you answer anything, are you in love with Kame?”
“What the hell are you going on about?”
“Shit Ryo, I think I’m in love with Yamapi.”
“Poor Josh.”
“Shit Junno, I think I’m—“
“Hold up, I’m gonna win this game in just a while.”
“Shit Ueda, I think I’m in love with Yamapi.”
“Does Kame know?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he’s in love with Nakamaru.”
“Right.”
“What does this mean?”
“It means that you’re obvious.”
“Really?”
“Yes, and you better start telling Yamapi about it.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re annoyingly whiny when you’re in love.”
“Hey Jin, did you say something?”
“Shit Junno, I’m in love with Yamapi!”
“Oh.”
In a strange turn of events, Yamapi’s leaving for America and Jin’s staying in Japan for a little while. It’s usually the other way around: Jin will be the one packing and yelling about his things missing and Yamapi will help him find them. Most frequently missing items are like toothbrushes, facial creams, hair gels, combs—
(“Dude, do you not comb your hair?” Yamapi had exclaimed in pure shock.)
—shirts—
(“They are all the same anyway,” Yamapi grumbled because Jin insisted that his shirts had to be found, no matter how many exact replicas of the same shirt he had.)
—and lyrics sheets.
“Have fun,” Jin says. There’s an awkward silence between them and Jin thinks that this may be the appropriate moment to stand closer to him and pout his lips and tug him closer—
“Are we going to kiss?”
“Y-Y-Yes?”
“Oh.”
—and pulls him by his belt for a kiss.
Inner Jin is pleased. Ridiculously, even.
“Tomohisa.”
Yamapi looks shocked.
“What did you call me?”
“I just wanted to say it.”
“It’s gross.”
“Right.”
“Call me that only when we—“
Jin shuts him up with another kiss.
“Okay.”
Jin remembers Yamapi’s name, not because he calls him Tomohisa when they kiss, but because he’s his best friend. A best friend he loves and a best friend he’s in love with.
Jin thinks of Yamapi and he thinks of a couple; happily grinning and comfortably singing sappy love songs to each other.
He finally fully understands why he loves writing songs.