Roll With The Punches (Pin, R)
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maayacolabackupTitle: Roll With the Punches (Part 1/ 6)
Pin (Yamashita Tomohisa/ Akanishi Jin)
Rating: R, maaaaaybe NC-17
Genre: Romance, Bromance(JinxKame are really good friends), KAT-TUN love, and a little bit of angst
Summary: Jin accidentally outs himself on a live national broadcast. The consequences are more than anyone ever expected.
Thanks to: All the people who made me feel like maybe I could have a home in this fandom, too :D (9000+ words)
Jin knew he was supposed to keep his mouth shut when he was tired. Their manager had told them, time and time again, that when Jin was tired, he was even more stupid than usual, and so, to prevent what Koki charmingly dubbed "Jin's fuck ups of the highest magnitude," he should just be quiet, and avoid questions. Most of the time, interviewers just talked to Kamenashi more when Jin was unresponsive like that, so everyone won, really.
The last time Jin had been too tired to filter himself, he'd accidentally revealed that he had once done a line of coke off of Shirota Yuu's forearm, and SOMEHOW, Johnny had managed to keep that from appearing in the issue, but Jin had been in the doghouse for months. So Jin embraced his job ("When you're tired, shut the FUCK up," Kame had said witheringly after that particular debacle) and the rest of KAT-TUN slept easier at night.
Jin was exceptionally tired today, which was a shame, because Jin LOVED doing live shows. He loved the thrill that they couldn't edit what he said, couldn't cut it just so so his real answers became idol answers. But when Yamapi and Ryo had called last night asking if he wanted to go out while he was at his mother’s house ("Hey, Jin, don't be a bitch. Bitches are people who don't go out and get WASTED with me and Pi tonight. Are you gonna be a bitch?") Jin had found himself in a club, on top of a table, and 6 shots in before he could even remember blinking. He remembered Pi taking a tequila-shot off his belly, too. That's what nights out with Ryo were usually like, so Jin didn't even really worry about it until he found himself in his own bed the next morning, both his alarm and his cell phone blaring and screeching at him as he fumbled for his glasses. He punched his alarm into the wall, and it made a gurgling sound of death as it sounded its last wake up cry, and then fumbled for his cell. "Morph?" he mumbled into the phone.
It was Ryo. "Good morning, sunshine! Don't forget you have a live interview today at noon!" He sounded chipper. Jin wanted to punch him like he had his OTHER alarm clock, but knew in his foggy haze that it would be ineffective through the phone.
"How the fuck are you so cheerful?" Jin grumped at him, and he could feel Ryo grinning on the other end of the line.
"I don't GET hangovers, remember? I just wanted to make sure you got up, so I called."
"Whatever, you just wanted to hear me sounding miserable on the other end of the phone, and then laugh at me. Fuck you."
"Well, I never said I was the altruistic sort-- But look, there was something in this exchange for everyone! You're up, and you'll be close enough to on time that Stick-up-the-ass Kamenashi won't glare at you, and I get the joy of knowing how hung-over you're going to be all day and how it's all my fault! Bye-oh!" The phone clicked, and Jin swore a few more times before he hauled himself out of bed and headed for the shower in the hopes of waking himself up.
After a shower, Jin did not feel even remotely more awake that he had before he'd sat for 6 minutes with his head directly under the spray of hot water. His head still felt heavy and filled with pudding-- pudding that sloshed every which way when he walked. Somehow, he managed to drive himself to work. He ran into Ueda on the way in, who took one look at him and grabbed his elbow to guide him the rest of the way.
"Did you drive to work today?" Ueda asked him, a look of alarm on his face. "Yes," Jin responded vaguely, his head sort of lolling to the side. "God save us all," Ueda muttered, and then they were in front of the meeting room.
Ueda pushed open the door and announced "Jin can't talk today," to everyone in the room, which turned out to be everyone but Taguchi, who was probably off applying eyeliner or some other idol occupation. Taguchi walked in, hands damp from the restroom, and sat down on the brown leather sofa. Kame was leaning against a table, looking at Jin with a side-eye, looking like he wanted to chastise him, but also like he didn't want to waste his breath.
"Alright, then, no talking for Jin. Taguchi, pick up the slack. Whenever someone asks Jin a question, either Maru or Taguchi will answer, got it?" They all nodded their assent to Kamenashi's command, although Jin's came about a minute after the others, because it took that long to filter through his brain.
They piled into a van all together, and Jin dozed on the seat next to the window while the others all talked in a low buzz around him. Koki's sharp laugh would occasionally break through the haze that surrounded Jin's thoughts, but other than that he mostly ignored the happenings around him.
"Akanishi, wake up!" Kame barked at him, still looking at him with that half peeved, half resigned expression he so often wore when looking at Jin. (It had a faint air of 'How the hell did I get stuck with such a completely useless idiot as a band mate?' but also a little bit of fondness there too, so Jin never really worried about it.)
"Yes, sir!" Jin said, straightening himself up to get out of the van. When they finally were herded onto the set, Koki pulling at Ueda's hair and Kame glaring at them, Nakamaru beat boxing to himself, while Taguchi cheerfully bounced behind them all, Jin was relieved when the others left him the seat on the couch furthest from the interviewer. Jin proceeded to completely zone out, while Taguchi and Nakamaru doggedly deflected any question that came Jin's way, elbowing in the side when he needed to make a grunting noise of agreement.
The interviewer, however, noticed Jin's silence and honed in slowly but surely, asking pointed questions at each of the members until she got to Jin. "So, Akanishi-san," she started. Jin jolted into minimal awareness of the situation. "Hmmm?"
"Akanishi, you have a reputation as a total playboy. Is there any truth to those allegations?" Jin didn't need to think about that one.
"Naw," Jin said lazily. "I'm a PARTY boy, not a playboy," Jin responded, and he could feel the sigh of relief that Nakamaru released next to him, the air leaving his body all in one whoosh.
But the interviewer wasn't done. "So all those girls who claimed to have slept with you are definitely lying, then?" She asked, narrowing her eyes in on him. Jin noticed that her eyeliner was too thick, and her nose slightly to large for her face to be considered pretty. Also she had this weird freckle under her left eye--
Jin absentmindedly snorted. "I've never slept with a woman in my life. I don't even like women that way." He then closed his eyes again, hoping the woman was done with her questions.
After a minute had passed, Jin cracked one eye open behind his sunglasses.
Silence reigned in the studio. Jin's band mates were looking at him with similar expressions of horror and shock. The interviewer was looking at him with a mix of surprise and glee. Suddenly, the audience broke out into whispers, and panicked muttering as cell phones whipped out and frantic text messages were sent across the nation.
Jin rewound the past 3 minutes in his head, and when he finally realized what he had said, he stumbled up from his seat and bolted backstage, into the dressing room, and locked himself in the bathroom. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he said to himself, as he realized he had just accidentally come out on National TV.
Jin had never come out before. To anyone. He supposed if he had to come out, at least he'd done it big. Now, he was probably going to die by Kamenashi's hand in the next half an hour. And Johnny's after that.
And oh god, his mother.
And...
His phone vibrated. It was Ryo. Dude, I am watching the show, what the fuck just happened? Said the text. Another one right after that, also from Ryo. Wait you're gay?
And finally, a third text, this one from Kamenashi. Come out of the bathroom, or I'm going to break down the door.
Part 2
Pin (Yamashita Tomohisa/ Akanishi Jin)
Rating: R, maaaaaybe NC-17
Genre: Romance, Bromance(JinxKame are really good friends), KAT-TUN love, and a little bit of angst
Summary: Jin accidentally outs himself on a live national broadcast. The consequences are more than anyone ever expected.
Thanks to: All the people who made me feel like maybe I could have a home in this fandom, too :D (9000+ words)
Part 1
Jin knew he was supposed to keep his mouth shut when he was tired. Their manager had told them, time and time again, that when Jin was tired, he was even more stupid than usual, and so, to prevent what Koki charmingly dubbed "Jin's fuck ups of the highest magnitude," he should just be quiet, and avoid questions. Most of the time, interviewers just talked to Kamenashi more when Jin was unresponsive like that, so everyone won, really.
The last time Jin had been too tired to filter himself, he'd accidentally revealed that he had once done a line of coke off of Shirota Yuu's forearm, and SOMEHOW, Johnny had managed to keep that from appearing in the issue, but Jin had been in the doghouse for months. So Jin embraced his job ("When you're tired, shut the FUCK up," Kame had said witheringly after that particular debacle) and the rest of KAT-TUN slept easier at night.
Jin was exceptionally tired today, which was a shame, because Jin LOVED doing live shows. He loved the thrill that they couldn't edit what he said, couldn't cut it just so so his real answers became idol answers. But when Yamapi and Ryo had called last night asking if he wanted to go out while he was at his mother’s house ("Hey, Jin, don't be a bitch. Bitches are people who don't go out and get WASTED with me and Pi tonight. Are you gonna be a bitch?") Jin had found himself in a club, on top of a table, and 6 shots in before he could even remember blinking. He remembered Pi taking a tequila-shot off his belly, too. That's what nights out with Ryo were usually like, so Jin didn't even really worry about it until he found himself in his own bed the next morning, both his alarm and his cell phone blaring and screeching at him as he fumbled for his glasses. He punched his alarm into the wall, and it made a gurgling sound of death as it sounded its last wake up cry, and then fumbled for his cell. "Morph?" he mumbled into the phone.
It was Ryo. "Good morning, sunshine! Don't forget you have a live interview today at noon!" He sounded chipper. Jin wanted to punch him like he had his OTHER alarm clock, but knew in his foggy haze that it would be ineffective through the phone.
"How the fuck are you so cheerful?" Jin grumped at him, and he could feel Ryo grinning on the other end of the line.
"I don't GET hangovers, remember? I just wanted to make sure you got up, so I called."
"Whatever, you just wanted to hear me sounding miserable on the other end of the phone, and then laugh at me. Fuck you."
"Well, I never said I was the altruistic sort-- But look, there was something in this exchange for everyone! You're up, and you'll be close enough to on time that Stick-up-the-ass Kamenashi won't glare at you, and I get the joy of knowing how hung-over you're going to be all day and how it's all my fault! Bye-oh!" The phone clicked, and Jin swore a few more times before he hauled himself out of bed and headed for the shower in the hopes of waking himself up.
After a shower, Jin did not feel even remotely more awake that he had before he'd sat for 6 minutes with his head directly under the spray of hot water. His head still felt heavy and filled with pudding-- pudding that sloshed every which way when he walked. Somehow, he managed to drive himself to work. He ran into Ueda on the way in, who took one look at him and grabbed his elbow to guide him the rest of the way.
"Did you drive to work today?" Ueda asked him, a look of alarm on his face. "Yes," Jin responded vaguely, his head sort of lolling to the side. "God save us all," Ueda muttered, and then they were in front of the meeting room.
Ueda pushed open the door and announced "Jin can't talk today," to everyone in the room, which turned out to be everyone but Taguchi, who was probably off applying eyeliner or some other idol occupation. Taguchi walked in, hands damp from the restroom, and sat down on the brown leather sofa. Kame was leaning against a table, looking at Jin with a side-eye, looking like he wanted to chastise him, but also like he didn't want to waste his breath.
"Alright, then, no talking for Jin. Taguchi, pick up the slack. Whenever someone asks Jin a question, either Maru or Taguchi will answer, got it?" They all nodded their assent to Kamenashi's command, although Jin's came about a minute after the others, because it took that long to filter through his brain.
They piled into a van all together, and Jin dozed on the seat next to the window while the others all talked in a low buzz around him. Koki's sharp laugh would occasionally break through the haze that surrounded Jin's thoughts, but other than that he mostly ignored the happenings around him.
"Akanishi, wake up!" Kame barked at him, still looking at him with that half peeved, half resigned expression he so often wore when looking at Jin. (It had a faint air of 'How the hell did I get stuck with such a completely useless idiot as a band mate?' but also a little bit of fondness there too, so Jin never really worried about it.)
"Yes, sir!" Jin said, straightening himself up to get out of the van. When they finally were herded onto the set, Koki pulling at Ueda's hair and Kame glaring at them, Nakamaru beat boxing to himself, while Taguchi cheerfully bounced behind them all, Jin was relieved when the others left him the seat on the couch furthest from the interviewer. Jin proceeded to completely zone out, while Taguchi and Nakamaru doggedly deflected any question that came Jin's way, elbowing in the side when he needed to make a grunting noise of agreement.
The interviewer, however, noticed Jin's silence and honed in slowly but surely, asking pointed questions at each of the members until she got to Jin. "So, Akanishi-san," she started. Jin jolted into minimal awareness of the situation. "Hmmm?"
"Akanishi, you have a reputation as a total playboy. Is there any truth to those allegations?" Jin didn't need to think about that one.
"Naw," Jin said lazily. "I'm a PARTY boy, not a playboy," Jin responded, and he could feel the sigh of relief that Nakamaru released next to him, the air leaving his body all in one whoosh.
But the interviewer wasn't done. "So all those girls who claimed to have slept with you are definitely lying, then?" She asked, narrowing her eyes in on him. Jin noticed that her eyeliner was too thick, and her nose slightly to large for her face to be considered pretty. Also she had this weird freckle under her left eye--
Jin absentmindedly snorted. "I've never slept with a woman in my life. I don't even like women that way." He then closed his eyes again, hoping the woman was done with her questions.
After a minute had passed, Jin cracked one eye open behind his sunglasses.
Silence reigned in the studio. Jin's band mates were looking at him with similar expressions of horror and shock. The interviewer was looking at him with a mix of surprise and glee. Suddenly, the audience broke out into whispers, and panicked muttering as cell phones whipped out and frantic text messages were sent across the nation.
Jin rewound the past 3 minutes in his head, and when he finally realized what he had said, he stumbled up from his seat and bolted backstage, into the dressing room, and locked himself in the bathroom. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he said to himself, as he realized he had just accidentally come out on National TV.
Jin had never come out before. To anyone. He supposed if he had to come out, at least he'd done it big. Now, he was probably going to die by Kamenashi's hand in the next half an hour. And Johnny's after that.
And oh god, his mother.
And...
His phone vibrated. It was Ryo. Dude, I am watching the show, what the fuck just happened? Said the text. Another one right after that, also from Ryo. Wait you're gay?
And finally, a third text, this one from Kamenashi. Come out of the bathroom, or I'm going to break down the door.
Part 2
