maayacolabackup | Three Hundred and Sixty Five (Pin, NC-17)

365 (Days of the Year) (1/4)

Pairing: Pin

Rating: NC-17

Notes: The first fic I ever started writing for this fandom. Clocking in at 17,000 words, it’s my new heavyweight champion. I’ve been secretly working on this forever, so…I hope you like it. It’s my baby ~

Summary: Jin can’t help but revolve around his own personal sun.

Yamapi is waiting for him after he gets through customs. His hair is black, and a little too long, the ends curling on the tops of his shoulders. Expensive Prada sunglasses obscure his eyes, and one hand is in his pocket while the other hand holds a phone up to his ear. He’s talking fast to whoever is on the other end of the line, and his brow is furrowed, as if he’s irritated by the conversation.

He looks up, and his brow smoothes as he sees Jin. “Gotta go,” he says into the phone, and ends the call without waiting for a response. A smile breaks across his face, and all traces of irritation are gone in an instant.

“BAKANISHI!”

Jin panics, his eyes darting back and forth around them, making sure no one had noticed them. “Shut up, Pi!” he hisses as he stops in front of him. “We DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT want to be recognized right now.”

Yamapi laughs as he grabs Jin’s bag from him. “What’s the big deal? Another day in the life of an international superstar.”

Jin adjusts his backpack, trying to make it sit comfortably between his impossibly sore shoulder blades. “One, I’m tired as fuck, and I have a headache that would only, trust me, be exacerbated by fan-girl screams right now. Two, you look like a woman with that awful hair, so there’d totally be a scandal in this week’s Friday, and my manager is pissed enough about my American scandals.”

Yamapi pretends to scowl at him. “I DO NOT look like a woman,” he whines, and then self-consciously tugs at his hair. But it seems he can’t fight the elated grin that spreads across his face like sunshine as he looks at Jin walking next to him. “Forgive me for being excited to see you! I can’t believe you’re HERE, dude. In Japan! It’s been months!”

It has been. Jin conducts a bi-continental life these days, ever since he’d appeared in 47 Ronin and become sort of an overnight sensation. Suddenly, the crowds of Japanese women screaming Jin’s name became crowds of women from every conceivable place, and Jin became an international brand. Jin has 2 managers now, one who picks movie roles and concert venues for him in America, and one who manages the Johnny side of his career, so he doesn’t alienate his fan base in Japan.

Jin’s here now for his big Japanese comeback, his first Japanese concerts in over a year. He’s going to write all new music for the occasion, and record a new CD—his first full length Japanese CD as a solo artist. 2012, in Johnny’s words, is going to be the Year of Akanishi, and Jin knows with Johnny’s weight behind him, it probably will be. Jin hopes he can live up to it.

“Yeah, it HAS been awhile. It feels so weird to be speaking Japanese,” Jin replies, and then shifts his backpack again. “I’m so happy to be here, though.”

“So, not that I’m not happy to see you,” Yamapi says, and flashes Jin another ecstatic grin that makes warmth bubble up in his chest, “But WHY are you here? There’s a rumor that you’re starring in a movie with Denzel Washington going around the jimusho.”

Jin rifles through his pockets for a cigarette and his lighter as soon as they exit through the glass doors into the parking lot at Narita airport. “Yeah,” Jin nods absently. “That’s true, actually.”

Yamapi glances at him sharply. “Wait, seriously?!”

Jin groans when he comes up empty handed. “Yeah, but filming doesn’t start until the end of December.”

Yamapi hands him a cigarette, and when Jin holds it between his lips, he lights it for him. “So what are you doing here?” he repeats. “Taking a break?”

Jin inhales, filling his lungs with smoke for the first time in 14 hours, and laughs. “As if,” he says, closing his eyes to savor the bitter taste in his mouth. “Johnny’s got me here on a secret project.”

“Secret project?” Yamapi looks intrigued, but he’s trying to be nonchalant in the way he always does when he thinks he might not get what he wants. The last time Jin had seen Yamapi make that face, it was the time he’d asked Jin if he could come to his concert in Seoul. He’d known Jin’s schedule was hectic, and he seemed resigned to being let down. Jin would have gone, but he’d been gearing up to go to Budapest at the time, and hadn’t been able to convince his manager that a two-day trip to Seoul was worth the lost time.

But Jin doesn’t have to disappoint him now. “Yeah, hush hush, so keep it on the down low, okay? My Japanese comeback is this year. I’ve got like two months to write 12 songs, make a PV, and put together a concert.”

Yamapi’s eyes widen. “Woah, seriously?” Pi looks excited, and Jin thinks his excitement might be contagious. “So you’re here for…the rest of the year?”

Jin beams at Yamapi. “You bet your ass I am,” he quips, and drops his cigarette to the ground, putting it out with his shoe as they walk up to Yamapi’s car. Yamapi pops the trunk, hefting Jin’s big suitcase like it’s nothing. Jin gives a low whistle as he hands over his backpack. “Careful, my laptop’s in there,” he says, and then “Been working out much?”

Yamapi chuckles, “Well, you know, nothing else to do, since you’re not around much these days. I’m also in a new spy drama, and I have to be shirtless all the time.” He cracks his knuckles, gives Jin his best ‘James Bond’ look, and then closes the trunk. “Mario Kart is pretty boring when your roommate lives in America.”

Jin opens the car door, and plops into the passenger seat as Yamapi climbs into the car on the opposite side. “Dude, you better not have gone into my room. I’ve got secrets in there.”

Yamapi smirks. “I vacuumed in there this morning, for your information, and the only secrets I found were that giant poster of Crystal Kay she signed for you in 2008, and the huge box of Snickers you had Josh ship you when you were forced on that diet when you came back from LA.”

Jin cringes. “Hey, Crystal is smoking hot,” Jin defends, “and diets are for girls!” He pauses. “How’d you know when I got that poster, anyway?”

Shaking his head as he puts the car in reverse, Yamapi is still smiling. “You might have secrets, Jin, but you don’t have secrets from me.”

Jin leans back against the headrest, acknowledging the truth of Pi’s statement with silence. He notices a pack of cigarettes on the dash, and picks them up curiously. “Have you picked up smoking again?” Yamapi hasn’t smoked in years, as far as Jin knows. He still makes a face of mild distaste when Jin lights up in the apartment.

“Naw, those are for you,” Yamapi says. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to find yours when you got off the plane so I picked up a box of your favorites.”

Jin fingers the package, and his face slides into a lopsided grin. “I missed you,” he says, and Yamapi makes a humming noise in the back of his throat, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers.

“I missed you too.” He turns to Jin, and lowers his sunglasses down on his nose for just a moment. “Welcome back,” he murmurs, his eyes soft and fond, and Jin feels like he’s come home.

***

Living with Yamapi has always been simple for Jin, and he falls into it again as easy as breathing. Jin had worried, on the plane, if the 9 months they had spent apart, with only monthly phone calls and emails to sustain their friendship, would make things awkward and strange, but Yamapi is still his best friend.

Jin has made a lot of new friends in the U.S., and he feels like his dancers, the Akanishi Crew, have become a little family. Each and every one of them holds a place in his heart, and none of their places are as big as the one Pi had claimed over ten years ago.

“Get your feet off the table,” Yamapi says as he walked by the living room, not even glancing at Jin as he heads into the kitchen. Jin, who is eating cereal and flipping through sports channels, sheepishly takes his feet off the table.

“How’d you even know?” Jin whines around a giant bite of Lucky Charms. “You didn’t even look at me.”

“You’re predictable,” Pi replies, joining Jin on the couch with a healthy bowl of cornflakes. “How do you even eat that shit first thing in the morning?”

“It’s delicious and nutritious,” Jin says, picking out the marshmallows and eating them first. “And they make my milk turn green!”

“Oh joy,” Yamapi says, and Jin doesn’t mind because Pi’s not a morning person. “Is anything good on?”

Jin keeps pushing the channel button. “Not really.”

Suddenly, Jin sees Yamapi’s face fill the big screen TV he had bought in 2010 for the World Cup. “Dude, it’s your video!”

Yamapi glares at the screen. “Yes, it is. Next.”

Jin stops flipping channels, and sets his bowl down on the table. All the marshmallows are gone anyway, he thinks, as he rests his head on his hands and leans forward. “Are you wearing shimmery eye shadow?” A laugh is bubbling in Jin’s words, and Yamapi scowls.

“Whatever, you made the Keep the Faith video, so shut the fuck up. And the Real Face video. And the Don’t You Ever Stop video…”

“I was young,” Jin says defensively, “and I have outgrown such flagrant displays of homoeroticism.”

Yamapi snorts. “Yeah whatever. You just wait—you’re back in Japan now, Jin, and Johnny is watching.”

Jin shudders, and then giggles as the camera slowly zooms in on Yamapi’s fluttering eyelashes. “No wonder you’re single,” Jin says, “because this is reaching Voldemort levels of gay.”

“Voldemort?”

“Kamenashi Kazuya,” Jin says, shuddering. “Don’t make me say his name again, we might get caught by the snatchers.”

“Not all of us get to make our own music and choose our own concepts, Jin,” Yamapi says testily. “And Kamenashi is not Voldemort,” he adds as an afterthought, without much conviction. It’s an old argument, anyway.

Jin throws an arm around Pi’s shoulders, and pulls him in, so Yamapi is leaning against Jin’s side, cradling his bowl of cornflakes close to his chest. His hair is in a messy ponytail, tangled from sleep, and his face is set in a miserable little frown. “It doesn’t matter anyway,” Jin whispers into his hair, lips pressed to the crown of Yamapi’s head. “Anyone can see you’re super fucking talented. You don’t need the glitz to shine like a star.”

Yamapi’s frown relaxes, and Jin breathes in. He smells lavender and sandalwood. “Don’t act all gay,” Pi mutters, picking up Jin’s bowl and shrugging out of his embrace. He wanders into the kitchen, and Jin hears the water start. Soon, Jin hears Pi start to hum the tune to the song they just watched.

“It’s pretty catchy, actually,” Jin calls out, and Yamapi comes to stand in the kitchen doorway, hands on his hips and a bit of soap on his nose.

“Yeah, well…I DO like what I do,” Yamapi admits, “even if I could live without the makeup.”

Jin stands, and stretches. “Well, I’m off to see the wizard,” Jin says, and walks over to Pi. He reaches a hand to Pi’s nose, and Pi’s eyes cross following the movement. Jin wipes the soap off playfully. “You’re a mess.”

“Have fun meeting with Johnny!” Yamapi says, shoving Jin playfully away from him. “I’m busy today from 2 until whenever I finish shooting, so you’re on your own for dinner.”

“Yeah, okay,” Jin responds, checking his pockets for his cell phone. “I’ll probably meet up with Yuu tonight, anyway.”

Yamapi sighs and points behind Jin, to the sofa. “On the couch, Bakanishi!”

Jin sees his phone sitting on the arm of the couch, where he’d been playing Angry Birds until just before Pi woke up. “Thanks, bro,” he says, and grins. “See you later.”

“Oh, and Jin,” Pi calls, as Jin sits on the edge of the genkan and laces up his combat boots.

“Yeah?” Jin leans backward, looking at Pi upside down.

“I’m glad you’re back.” And his smile is warm.

***

Jin has always thought Johnny was one wily son of a bitch—impossible to predict or pin down. Johnny looks a bit Machiavellian in his red leather high-backed chair, fingers steepled like a James Bond villain in front of his face, small eyes watching every motion of Jin’s face.

“Welcome home, boy,” Johnny says, and Jin feels like a boy, despite the fact that he is 28 years old and all grown up. Johnny makes him feel like he’s still the anxious teenager fighting for his second chance after failing his audition the first time. “You’ve done well.”

Jin’s throat is tight. He’s never been praised by Johnny before, it’s always “Why can’t you be more like Kazuya?” or “Why are you causing me so much trouble, brat?”

“Yes,” Johnny says thoughtfully, his eyebrows furrowed. “Very well, indeed.” He shuffles through some papers on his desk, and not finding what he’s looking for, buzzes his secretary. “Shibata, I need 2 copies of Jin’s timetable and work details.”

“Yes sir, right away sir,” Shibata answers through the intercom, and her voice sounds thin and nervous. Jin wonders if she is the small, frail woman he saw in the lobby, or if Johnny has surrounded himself with only meek women and small boys.

About 2 minutes pass, during which Johnny continues to try and stare through Jin, and Jin tries valiantly not to fidget. He really wants a cigarette right now; anything to distract him from Johnny’s intense gaze.

“I didn’t expect you to be successful, really,” Johnny says, breaking the silence. “But you were causing too many problems with KAT-TUN, and your reputation was going down in flames. It was your last chance, really. But you did it, boy. YOU DID IT. I’m impressed.”

Jin doesn’t move, just listens. Shibata, and it IS the small woman he saw before, comes in with two folders, handing one to Johnny and one to Jin with a nervous smile.

“That’ll be all, Shibata,” Johnny says, dismissing the fluttering woman from the room. She bows low, and exits.

“Look at this paper. You have one month to get me twelve songs. One month. Then we record. You have complete artistic freedom—your fans like that about you, and it suits your image, so do what you want. One week later, the board will meet, and we’ll pick the title song from what you’ve prepared. Two days after that, on August 8th, we’ll shoot the PV, which will be released on August 13th, one month after KAT-TUN and three weeks before Kanjani. Am I clear so far?”

“Yes sir,” Jin mumbles, noting the summary timeline at the top of the second page.

“Alright. Also this month you’ll shoot a guest appearance in Yamashita’s spy drama. We’ll announce your appearance about a week before the episode airs. Until then, I don’t want you seen. Your return to Japan should be kept to your closest friends and family. No night clubs, no hookers, no DRUNK ESCAPADES. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir,” Jin says again, eyes still trained on the paper in front of him.

“We are going to build hype, but we’re going to do it like the Shinkansen, hard and fast. It’ll be guest appearance, PV drop, CD release, concert tour, over the span of four weeks. And then you might do a drama, I’m not sure yet. We’ll see. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir,” Jin says for the last time, and stands up. He knows when Johnny is finished.

“Jin, I’m serious. If I see you in the paper, if you step one toe out of line, you’ll regret it. It won’t be just a covered up hiatus or study abroad trip.”

Jin bows low in acquiescence, and leaves Johnny’s office.

As he walks through the hallways, passing through familiar hallways, he thinks about his timeline. It’s not impossible, and he’s got five or six half-finished Japanese songs scattered in his notebooks. He’s got two English songs completely finished, but he’ll save those, he thinks, for his next American CD. He feels confident he can have twelve ready before the deadline, and Jin can’t wait to be in the studio again. He wants to call Josh now, and make sure he’s available to help Jin out with the beats.

Jin wonders if Pi knows about the drama appearance, and grins as he imagines all the mischief the two of them can get up to on set in the three days to a week it takes to film an episode.

It’s the best meeting Jin’s ever had with Johnny, actually.

Caught up in his thoughts, Jin doesn’t see the man in front of him until they’ve collided. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” says the person Jin ran into, and Jin bends over to help pick up all the papers the two of them have managed to drop. “I’m totally spaced out right now,” the man continues, and Jin can barely contain an excited smile.

“No problem, short stuff,” Jin replies, and Ryo looks up at him, his eyes going wide.

“Holy fuck, do my eyes deceive me, or is Akanishi Jin standing in front of me?” Ryo looks delighted to see him, and Jin admits to being pleased as well. He holds a finger up to his lips, and Ryo quirks an eyebrow. “Ahh, a secret return to the motherland, is it? Johnny’s a smart old bastard, isn’t he?”

“Free for dinner tonight?” Jin asks Ryo, and Ryo pretends to think about it.

“Well, I do have a threesome all lined up, but I suppose I can reschedule…”

“Oh, I didn’t know you, Ueda, and Shige had finally worked that out,” Jin says playfully, and Ryo not-so-playfully punches him in the stomach.

“Meeting Yuu for dinner,” Jin wheezes through a grimace, rubbing a hand over his injury.

“Oh, is our favorite person, Kamenashi, coming too?” Ryo says, a cold sparkle in his eyes.

“I guess you don’t want to come,” Jin says darkly.

“I’d love to, you asshole,” Ryo replies. “Gotta run right now though, cause I have a meeting.”

“I’ll text you details,” Jin says, “And remember, you never saw me.”

“Got it,” Ryo chirps as he checks his papers. “Everything seems to be in order,” he mumbles. “See you later, dude. Good to see you, Mr. International Superstar.”

Jin blushes; he can’t help it, he still feels shock and disbelief every time he thinks about the rollercoaster that is the last year of his life. “Oh, go on,” he says to the floor, and Ryo laughs and scurries away.

***

They end up ordering takeout, clustered around the table in Yuu’s apartment.

“Thank god you’re back, Akanishi,” Ryo says around a bite of noodles. “Seriously, it’s been a long year without you.”

Jin feels touched. He had stayed in touch with his friends, but it really wasn’t the same as being face to face with his bros.

Yuu nods, eating dumplings by peeling the bread off and eating the insides. “That’s sacrilegious,” Jin says, watching the process with fascination.

Ryo continues. “Maybe Pi will stop acting like someone killed his dog and dragged it through the street while playing Seishun Amigo now.”

Jin looks up. “What, now?”

Yuu grimaces. “Pi’s been a total stick in the mud without you. ‘Where’s Jin?’ or ‘I wish Jin was here!’ or ‘It’s no fun replacing the juniors’ toothpaste with pineapple jelly if Jin’s not here to do a secret gay handshake with me afterwards!’ It’s totally out of hand how gay you guys are.”

Jin grins. “You replaced the juniors’ toothpaste with pineapple jelly?”

“Yeah!” Ryo is excited. “Yuu was visiting me and Pi at a NewS filming, and we just thought ‘Hey, we’ve got jelly, and we’ve got easily excitable juniors! Why not?’”

“The best part was when Massa cried and asked if he was gonna get cavities. Johnny really put the fear of God into that kid.”

“It’s too bad Kiba was allergic to pineapples, otherwise we totally would have gotten away with it.”

“Luckily it was just a mild allergy.”

Jin is on the floor in stitches. He wants to know why Yamapi didn’t tell him about the prank in one of his emails. He texts him.

Hey, heard about pineapple jelly. Why u no share?

Haha, that’s nothing, comes the quick response.

Yamapi rapidly texts back. Want to see ur face when I tell you.

Jin grins and looks forward to going home to his best friend.

Ryo nudges him. “On the phone with Pi? Don’t you live with him? Hang out with us!”

Jin grins, and puts his phone away, knowing he has almost 6 months to spend with his best friend in the world.

***

Jin spends a lot of time writing lyrics.

He also spends a lot of time baking. He’s not very good at it.

Yamapi comes home one day to the entire kitchen covered in flour, the sweet smell of strawberries, and the sound of Jin singing at the top of his lungs in the shower.

“Jin, what the fuck?!” Yamapi yells, and Jin stops the shower. He wraps a towel around his waist and scurries to the kitchen.

“You’re home early,” Jin says nervously, and laughs. “I’m going to clean it up, I swear!”

Jin’s cell phone alarm goes off, then, and he curses as he attempts to shut off MOLA as it blares at top volume.

“MOLA is your alarm?” Yamapi asks, his face finally blossoming into a smile at a wet Jin standing in the midst of a flour covered kitchen, anxiously fiddling with his phone.

“Only for Yamapi-related things,” Jin replies, and remembers what the alarm is for.

Jin can feel Yamapi’s eyes track him across the room with amusement. “What Yamapi-related thing is this?”

Jin reaches into the oven, and pulls out a molten lava cake, with a huge smile and a loud “ta da!”

“I made you a cake!”

Yamapi collapse to the floor in laughter, surveying the sundered kitchen and Jin’s proud face and Jin can see tears of mirth coming to his eyes.

“Hey, don’t laugh! It’s my ‘congratulations on not getting killed while living with Jin’ cake!” Jin pouts, for effect, and Yamapi, eyes still crinkled and face red, picks himself up off the floor. He looks adorable, Jin thinks, covered in flour and full of life. “So taste it before you laugh!”

Pi walks over to the drawer, and pulls out a giant spoon. “Okay, here I go!”

Jin realizes he’s about to dig directly into the middle of the cake, but before he can protest, Yamapi has scooped up a giant spoonful of cake and shoved it into his mouth.

Watching Yamapi’s eyes close with pleasure, Jin is filled with delight. “Is it good?”

Pi scrunches up is face. “OISHII!” he yells, and Jin reaches behind him and grabs a fork from the drying rack.

“Let me help!”

They eat the whole cake, slathering parts of it on each others faces, and later, in the middle of cleaning the kitchen, Jin is struck with inspiration. He careens through the living room, dashing past a sleepy Yamapi on the couch, straight for his notebook .

Jin writes a song, from start to finish—the fastest song he’s written in years.

He calls it Chocolate Love.

***

Jin and Dom are in Dom’s hotel room, experimenting with beats for Chocolate Love. Jin is explaining the lyrics to Dom in English, and Dom is looking at him bemusedly. “So you want it to sound perky and upbeat?” Dom asks again, remembering all the ‘drunk-in-the-club’ and ‘woe-is-me-I’m-lonely-and-can’t-find-love’ songs he helped Jin with after the Yellow Gold 3011 tour.

Jin quirks a smile. “Yeah, I know I know, it’s different,” he says, and glances down at the words in front of him. “But it’s real.”

Dom scratches the back of his head. “Do you have a new girlfriend or something?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Jin replies. “I’ve just been feeling…optimistic lately. I don’t know why.”

Dom exhales loudly as he reads through the lyrics. “I dunno, I wrote this kind of stuff last time I was in love.”

“I’m not in love, Dom!”

“Alright, alright, I believe you.”

“Dude, not cool. Bros don’t ask other bros about the L-word.” Jin pulls out a cigarette and lights it. “So hook me up with a phat beat already.”

“Yes, sir,” Dom said, dancing in his seat.

***

The first 2 weeks Jin is back in Tokyo, Yamapi is incredibly busy. Jin barely sees him, and when he does, Yamapi looks exhausted.

“It’s just, this drama is pretty intense,” Pi say, running hands over his drawn face. “Shooting 9 AM to 2 AM everyday, filming action scene after action scene…it’s the hardest I’ve worked since Kurosagi, honestly.”

“Yeah, you’ve been a ghost!” Jin laughs, and tangles a hand in Pi’s hair, pulling his head down to rest on his shoulder. “Get some sleep, huh?”

“I can’t! I keep,” he yawns, “thinking about the scripts for tomorrow.” His words are lazy, and he purrs as Jin scratches his scalp with fingernails that are just a bit too long.

“Shhh,” Jin whispers, and Yamapi drifts to sleep on his shoulder. Jin can feel his arm going to sleep, but Pi’s face is the most relaxed Jin has seen it in days. So he shifts a little, so he’s more comfortable on the sofa, and leans his own head on Pi’s, fingers still toying with the long ends of Pi’s hair. “Goodnight,” he murmurs, and joins Pi in slumber.

When he wakes up in the morning at 7AM, with a deep crick in his neck and dreading his first session with his new personal trainer, Pi is already gone.

But there’s breakfast in the fridge—homemade onigiri and an egg roll omelette. Yamapi had written ‘for fatty’ on the omelette in ketchup. Jin laughs, and eats his breakfast.

His fingers are itching, and he’s thinking of a song. He thinks it’s gonna be called The Little Things.

***

So far, Jin has managed to avoid being caught by any paparazzi in the 4 weeks since he’s been back in Japan.

Ryo’s pissed at him for the severe lack of partying, but Jin’s been productive. He only has to write one more song, and then it’s out of his hands and into Johnny’s. He knows that in two weeks he’ll have to leave the house every day, and he’ll be back in the spotlight, but Jin loves the spotlight even has he hates it. He had hated being part of KAT-TUN, despite his respect for the guys and the thrill of being on stage, but he craves the screams of his fans, all chanting ‘Jin, Jin, Jin’ at the top of their lungs. He can’t wait to show them something that’s all him—something that reflects the person he is, and not the role they’d previously tried to shove him into.

And today, Jin will be seen in public for the first time since his sneaky return. He’d returned here, to Japan, with no bodyguards and no entourage, and he’d laid low, all for the sake of Johnny’s hype machine plans. But now, with the excitement of being officially BACK thrumming in his veins, Jin can’t help but tap his fingers on the kitchen table over and over again.

And it’s driving Yamapi crazy, Jin can tell. “So,” Yamapi says, his voice deceptively calm. “Are you excited about your appearance on Music Fighter today, perhaps?”

“It’s real, I get a real Japanese comeback!” Jin says, and despite his international success, his gold records, his US Billboard chart appearances, and his acting praise, Jin knows that Japan is where he started. It’s his home country, and more than anything, he wants to do his best for the Japanese fans that have always supported him, the ones he knows were let down when he withdrew from KAT-TUN permanently. “I want to show Japan my own music.”

Pi looks at him over the rim of his coffee cup, and finally smiles. “You’ll do it,” he says.

“What?”

“You’re not going to disappoint them, Jin. And I know they can’t wait to see you.”

Jin feels himself filling with warmth, and he beams at Pi across the table. “You’re my best friend. Seriously.”

“You’re my best friend, too. But seriously, if you don’t stop tapping the table I’ll cut your hands off.”

Jin gulps melodramatically, and folds his hands together. “Yes sir, whatever you say sir,” he quips, and Yamapi throws a napkin at his head. Jin laughs and dodges.

“And don’t forget to mention your appearance in my drama, stupid,” Yamapi says, as Jin rinses his cup in the sink and heads for the shower.

“Right, right.”

As Jin laughs and jokes with Aoki Sayaka that afternoon, the Internet lights up with speculation. Johnny’s always been a genius.

Part 2

Three Hundred and Sixty Five (Pin, NC-17)

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