[Arashi] Mine
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neko_kirin3104Title: Mine
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: 45 Old
Word Count: 1061
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack
Summary: Ohno’s getting spoiled. Sho’s getting petty. Matsu-nii’s getting pissed.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Note I: Inspired by a prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
je_prompts, and partly by the Yama possessiveness displayed on The Music Day 2013.07.06. xD
Note II: I blame this song for this madness. xp
It all began with a cup of water generously offered and graciously taken.
A backrub that was practically forced and rather awkwardly received.
A number of other things that a boy in-love would normally do to make life a lot easier for his beloved—
And then there’s the sudden appearance of a Yuri Chinen purikura on the back of Satoshi Ohno’s phone that zapped the last flimsy strand of Sho Sakurai’s sense of decency to the moon.
Mabo, or TOKIO’s Masahiro Matsuoka, known for his erratic temper flare-ups, felt torn between laughing sardonically and kicking something, hard. He had been watching this amusing spectacle unfold right before his eyes ever since he arrived at the Makuhari Messe for the Music Day special.
At first he found it really amusing how Sho could take Chinen’s blatant display of an unhealthy Ohno-devotion with a very secured smile, while expertly keeping himself together and acting big-brotherly enough to both tease and laud Chinen’s extreme fanboying towards Arashi’s Leader—
“Yasashii, Chinen-kun!”
“Ii ne, Chinen-kun!”
“Chinen-kun, ii yo~w!”
But then, the subtle hints of insecurity began to take shape—the sudden dropping of the good-natured teasing, the very conspicuous withering glances thrown Chinen and Ohno’s way, the telltale frown on Sho’s brows whenever he had to address Chinen’s group, while pointedly ignoring Chinen himself...
And now that shiny new purikura on Ohno’s shiny new phone—
The Music Day MC, although visibly disgruntled, chose not to unleash the bitchy outburst that was vividly burning in his eyes. But he might as well be wearing a sign on his forehead that screamed, “SATOSHI OHNO IS MINE!” with the way he had since worn his jealousy like a badge of honor on his face.
Yuri Chinen sure was walking a fine line between staying in his senpai’s good graces and possibly getting strangled by the same man who had just been applauding his naive kindness earlier this evening.
The best part of it was that the poor kid wasn’t even aware of it. And, as an added bonus, neither was Ohno. In fact, the clueless simpleton seemed to be enjoying the attention a little too much, unwittingly, and quite efficiently riling up his jealous boyfriend’s nerves to near hysteria.
“Hey, Sho!”
As much as Mabo wanted nothing more than to lounge quietly in an obscure corner of this bustling greenroom, slip his hands into his pockets and fall asleep, they did still have to bust their chops on stage in a few minutes. And he definitely couldn’t just sit around and do nothing while Sho Sakurai’s passive-aggressiveness built itself into a nuclear time-bomb—
“Uh, Matsuoka-san?”
Sho looked a little lost, and apparently alarmed at being called out by a senpai with an unmistakable scowl on his face.
“Can you come with me for a minute?”
“S-Sure.”
The strung-out idol had barely a couple of minutes left before he had to be back on stage to resume his hosting duties. So Mabo thought he’d make this short, simple, and sweet with a well-aimed slap on the back of the Keio alumnus’s head as soon as they had slipped behind a rack of clothes in one corner of the room, out of sight of everyone else.
The jumbled mess of emotions that flashed through the mortified man‘s face almost broke Mabo’s resolve to stay threatening. It took everything he had not to laugh at a wincing, very boyish looking Sho rubbing at his nape and biting his trembling lips against the string of curses that were undoubtedly piling up in his throat.
“Moron! How old are you again?!” Mabo all but snarled under his breath while he flexed his hand over the prickling pain of his previous assault.
“T-Thiry-one...?” Sho all but mumbled in his confusion, still looking wretchedly unsure about what was happening.
“And Chinen is how old?”
“Twenty. I think...?
“You think?”
Mabo saw the realization literally rising like the rose-pink light of dawn on his kouhai’s face. His annoyance practically melted at the sight of those round eyes widening one moment, glazing over in deep thought the next, then flickering back to consciousness with an embarrassed sheen that perfectly magnified the humbled man’s flushed cheeks.
“How long have you and Ohno been together?” he almost flinched at how his voice had gone softer, gentler as a result.
“S-Seven years...” Sho stammered, his unwavering gaze drilling a hole on the floor.
“Right.” Mabo sighed and reached out to pat the younger man’s shoulder, letting a light chuckle escape him this time when the high-strung idol jolted under his touch. “Don’t let me catch you at this again, Sho.”
A quietly mumbled, “Thanks, Matsu-nii,” made him sigh again before he casually walked away. Sho was a smart man, there was no doubt about that. But sometimes, even smart men needed a little baba chop to the head to remind them of the most basic of things—
Of course, Mabo wanted to believe it was as easy as that...
But the sight of Yuri Chinen, seemingly frozen right outside the men’s bathroom, half an hour after The Music Day event ended, gave him a nettling headache that shifted his perceptions almost instantly.
He watched in distressed silence, from a good distance away to see and not be seen, as the visibly disheartened kid reached up and pulled off something from the door, a tiny adhesive thing that looked suspiciously like a purikura, right below the traditional bathroom sign. From the fierce snap of his bony wrist alone, Mabo could tell that the younger Johnny’s was more than just depressed.
Yuri Chinen was angry.
And this angry Yuri Chinen had just yanked the door open and locked himself inside the bathroom to probably pull the adorable side of himself back together—if not plot his next move.
Mabo clucked his tongue and shook his head in disbelief. It didn’t take him a second to figure out what had just happened, what Sho Sakurai did, despite his warning—
It also didn’t take much to realize that Yuri Chinen’s fanboying schemes may not be as innocent as they seemed—
“Kids...” He gritted his teeth around the word and turned the other way, his bladder having completely lost its will to relieve itself.
He should probably go and warn Ohno. But after what happened with Sho, he had a feeling he’d just be wasting air.
***I adore Chinen, and this was written all in good fun. xD~<3
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: 45 Old
Word Count: 1061
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack
Summary: Ohno’s getting spoiled. Sho’s getting petty. Matsu-nii’s getting pissed.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Note I: Inspired by a prompt from
je_prompts, and partly by the Yama possessiveness displayed on The Music Day 2013.07.06. xDNote II: I blame this song for this madness. xp
It all began with a cup of water generously offered and graciously taken.
A backrub that was practically forced and rather awkwardly received.
A number of other things that a boy in-love would normally do to make life a lot easier for his beloved—
And then there’s the sudden appearance of a Yuri Chinen purikura on the back of Satoshi Ohno’s phone that zapped the last flimsy strand of Sho Sakurai’s sense of decency to the moon.
Mabo, or TOKIO’s Masahiro Matsuoka, known for his erratic temper flare-ups, felt torn between laughing sardonically and kicking something, hard. He had been watching this amusing spectacle unfold right before his eyes ever since he arrived at the Makuhari Messe for the Music Day special.
At first he found it really amusing how Sho could take Chinen’s blatant display of an unhealthy Ohno-devotion with a very secured smile, while expertly keeping himself together and acting big-brotherly enough to both tease and laud Chinen’s extreme fanboying towards Arashi’s Leader—
“Yasashii, Chinen-kun!”
“Ii ne, Chinen-kun!”
“Chinen-kun, ii yo~w!”
But then, the subtle hints of insecurity began to take shape—the sudden dropping of the good-natured teasing, the very conspicuous withering glances thrown Chinen and Ohno’s way, the telltale frown on Sho’s brows whenever he had to address Chinen’s group, while pointedly ignoring Chinen himself...
And now that shiny new purikura on Ohno’s shiny new phone—
The Music Day MC, although visibly disgruntled, chose not to unleash the bitchy outburst that was vividly burning in his eyes. But he might as well be wearing a sign on his forehead that screamed, “SATOSHI OHNO IS MINE!” with the way he had since worn his jealousy like a badge of honor on his face.
Yuri Chinen sure was walking a fine line between staying in his senpai’s good graces and possibly getting strangled by the same man who had just been applauding his naive kindness earlier this evening.
The best part of it was that the poor kid wasn’t even aware of it. And, as an added bonus, neither was Ohno. In fact, the clueless simpleton seemed to be enjoying the attention a little too much, unwittingly, and quite efficiently riling up his jealous boyfriend’s nerves to near hysteria.
“Hey, Sho!”
As much as Mabo wanted nothing more than to lounge quietly in an obscure corner of this bustling greenroom, slip his hands into his pockets and fall asleep, they did still have to bust their chops on stage in a few minutes. And he definitely couldn’t just sit around and do nothing while Sho Sakurai’s passive-aggressiveness built itself into a nuclear time-bomb—
“Uh, Matsuoka-san?”
Sho looked a little lost, and apparently alarmed at being called out by a senpai with an unmistakable scowl on his face.
“Can you come with me for a minute?”
“S-Sure.”
The strung-out idol had barely a couple of minutes left before he had to be back on stage to resume his hosting duties. So Mabo thought he’d make this short, simple, and sweet with a well-aimed slap on the back of the Keio alumnus’s head as soon as they had slipped behind a rack of clothes in one corner of the room, out of sight of everyone else.
The jumbled mess of emotions that flashed through the mortified man‘s face almost broke Mabo’s resolve to stay threatening. It took everything he had not to laugh at a wincing, very boyish looking Sho rubbing at his nape and biting his trembling lips against the string of curses that were undoubtedly piling up in his throat.
“Moron! How old are you again?!” Mabo all but snarled under his breath while he flexed his hand over the prickling pain of his previous assault.
“T-Thiry-one...?” Sho all but mumbled in his confusion, still looking wretchedly unsure about what was happening.
“And Chinen is how old?”
“Twenty. I think...?
“You think?”
Mabo saw the realization literally rising like the rose-pink light of dawn on his kouhai’s face. His annoyance practically melted at the sight of those round eyes widening one moment, glazing over in deep thought the next, then flickering back to consciousness with an embarrassed sheen that perfectly magnified the humbled man’s flushed cheeks.
“How long have you and Ohno been together?” he almost flinched at how his voice had gone softer, gentler as a result.
“S-Seven years...” Sho stammered, his unwavering gaze drilling a hole on the floor.
“Right.” Mabo sighed and reached out to pat the younger man’s shoulder, letting a light chuckle escape him this time when the high-strung idol jolted under his touch. “Don’t let me catch you at this again, Sho.”
A quietly mumbled, “Thanks, Matsu-nii,” made him sigh again before he casually walked away. Sho was a smart man, there was no doubt about that. But sometimes, even smart men needed a little baba chop to the head to remind them of the most basic of things—
Of course, Mabo wanted to believe it was as easy as that...
But the sight of Yuri Chinen, seemingly frozen right outside the men’s bathroom, half an hour after The Music Day event ended, gave him a nettling headache that shifted his perceptions almost instantly.
He watched in distressed silence, from a good distance away to see and not be seen, as the visibly disheartened kid reached up and pulled off something from the door, a tiny adhesive thing that looked suspiciously like a purikura, right below the traditional bathroom sign. From the fierce snap of his bony wrist alone, Mabo could tell that the younger Johnny’s was more than just depressed.
Yuri Chinen was angry.
And this angry Yuri Chinen had just yanked the door open and locked himself inside the bathroom to probably pull the adorable side of himself back together—if not plot his next move.
Mabo clucked his tongue and shook his head in disbelief. It didn’t take him a second to figure out what had just happened, what Sho Sakurai did, despite his warning—
It also didn’t take much to realize that Yuri Chinen’s fanboying schemes may not be as innocent as they seemed—
“Kids...” He gritted his teeth around the word and turned the other way, his bladder having completely lost its will to relieve itself.
He should probably go and warn Ohno. But after what happened with Sho, he had a feeling he’d just be wasting air.
~1992*4##111~
***I adore Chinen, and this was written all in good fun. xD~<3
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Date: 2013-08-06 10:02 am (UTC)I liked it~ ♥
Thanks !
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Date: 2013-08-06 09:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-06 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-06 09:04 pm (UTC)And I agree on Oh-chan being irresistible. ^__^d
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Date: 2013-08-06 09:09 pm (UTC)Sho vs. Chinen... there's so much interesting stuffs I'd like to explore about it.xD
Thanks very much for reading, Ayumi! //hugs
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Date: 2013-08-08 02:58 am (UTC)This is cute XD
I love how jealous!Sho appears even when he's not aware of it =3
Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2013-08-08 09:12 pm (UTC)Thank you very much for reading! <3
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Date: 2013-08-08 07:00 am (UTC)i love the emotions, Mabo-nii's teasing is <3
oblivious O is oblivious~
LOVE IT~ <3 thanks for writing!!!! *pinch*
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Date: 2013-08-08 09:23 pm (UTC)this was originally longer, but i got anxious about matsu-nii's characterization. all i can think of is him kicking aiba in that karaoke booth. xD
thank you very much for reading! //glomps <3
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Date: 2013-08-11 06:12 pm (UTC)Hmmm, I seriously doubt he is totally innocent about that LOL
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Date: 2013-08-14 01:47 am (UTC)Thanks very much! <3<3<3
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Date: 2013-09-10 06:19 pm (UTC)ahahahaha, I totally see this happening >3
thanks for the fic, Rin!
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Date: 2013-09-13 10:55 pm (UTC)Though, creepy Chinen is also an interesting angle to play around with, lol!
Thanks very much for reading! //hugs ~<3
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Date: 2013-09-19 02:39 pm (UTC)^______________^ ~ ♥
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Date: 2013-09-22 03:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-29 10:34 am (UTC)They're not so obvious as Chinen, but it shows~♥
And Miyu and I tease that each other that HSJ member, Inoo Kei is Sho's son-daughter. I call him "pretty girl on the street" because he is unnaturally pretty. :D
and yes, I'm flailing. Because you no know HSJ.
and yes, I just googled every info.
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Date: 2013-10-04 11:10 pm (UTC)And hey, I do know HSJ! Well,Chinen and Yamada are in HSJ right? At least, I know that. XD
Wouldn't it be fun to see Sho x Yamada and Satoshi x Chinen go out on a family date together? They'd look perfect! <3
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Date: 2013-10-21 01:32 pm (UTC)....yes. Chinen and Yama-chi. And congrats on knowing basic Arashi info 101. Now, know Keito because he has huge chinen-ish fanboy-ing Sho.
That is so cute! I prompt you to write that! (the one who mentions gets to write! xDDDDD) I so totally prompt you too much! xDDDDD