Yamapi blinks at him uncomprehendingly, and Jin sighs again. “You are going to eat something, and if I have to feed it to you like this, I will,” he says sternly, and Yamapi feels like a child when he finally opens his mouth and lets Jin pop the meat inside.
It’s really good, the flavors exploding across his tongue, and Jin smirks knowingly as he picks up the next piece. Jin doesn’t stop until Yamapi’s cleared the whole plate, and by then, Yamapi feels surprisingly sated, happy. It’s been a while since he’s felt this way, and he wonders if it has to do with the meal, or because of the way Jin is taking such care of him, all concerned eyes and gentle smiles.
He wonders vaguely about whether or not Jin should even be here – he has his upcoming L.A. lives to worry about – but Jin doesn’t say anything about work, and Yamapi doesn’t particularly want to talk about it, either. So he keeps his mouth shut and sits around with Jin aimlessly for most of the day.
It’s a few hours after lunch that Jin gets the phone call. Normally, Jin wouldn’t mind talking to someone on the phone in front of Yamapi, but the second he sees who’s calling, he jumps up from the couch and shuts himself in the bedroom, and instead of watching the television, Yamapi stares at the back of the door, confused.
Jin’s in there for almost an hour and as each minute passes by Yamapi grows more concerned. When he finally returns, he looks frustrated, and Yamapi quickly glances at the TV, so Jin doesn’t realize he’d been waiting from him to come back this whole time. Jin collapses beside him with a deep sigh, and Yamapi says, “Who was that?”
“Management,” Jin answers and Yamapi tenses instantly. “I tried, Pi, to let you off for awhile. But they’re pissed, especially since you fucking walked off during the middle of shooting.”
Yamapi clenches his fists at his side; this is the last thing he wants to hear, but Jin doesn’t seem to care, continuing without pause. “You have to go back to work,” he says. “The movie’s obviously been postponed, since you cut your hair, and I don’t even want to get into the mess with the tattoo, considering you’re doing a film about boxing.”
Yamapi grits his teeth and Jin sighs, shifts to face him directly. “You’re supposed to go in tomorrow. Talk to your manager, talk to Johnny, and you’re supposed to answer stupid interview questions and meet with NewS about your single.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Yamapi shoots back.
“Take that up with the boss,” Jin says, then softens his voice. “If I could, Pi, I’d keep you out of there, but this is what they want, so just go. Go and see what they say.”
Yamapi slouches in his seat. “Fine,” he relents after a few minutes, and Jin gives him a warm smile, pats his shoulder.
“Thanks,” he says, and Yamapi almost thinks it’s worth it, almost.
~
His meeting with Johnny is uneventful, telling him things he already knows. YOU can’t just do whatever you want. What YOU do affects this company. How are YOU going to fix this? What do YOU want?
Yamapi doesn’t know the answer to the last two, just keeps silent, and stands in place. Johnny stares at him with beady eyes, and tells him exactly what he’s going to do: Behave. Finish recording this single. Do the promos. Smile. Act like nothing is wrong. Be an idol.
Be a fucking idol.
Yamapi’s sick of hearing it; tired of having all of these expectations he has to live up to, appearances he has to keep, but he nods his head and says, “I’ll do my best.”
NewS practically renders him deaf with the way they greet him when he walks into the meeting room, and he’s tackled by all of them. Tegoshi clings to him like a limpet while Koyama cries and complains he hasn’t eaten anything. Shige and Massu just tell him everything is okay, and give consoling pats on the back. Ryo, with his arms crossed, and mouth in a tight frown, disapproves from the corner, and says nothing. But the look in his eyes says everything. Yamapi knows he can’t fool Ryo, his friend for half his life, but thankfully Ryo doesn’t say anything, just keeps giving Yamapi looks that switch between concern and annoyance.
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Date: 2010-04-07 06:26 am (UTC)It’s really good, the flavors exploding across his tongue, and Jin smirks knowingly as he picks up the next piece. Jin doesn’t stop until Yamapi’s cleared the whole plate, and by then, Yamapi feels surprisingly sated, happy. It’s been a while since he’s felt this way, and he wonders if it has to do with the meal, or because of the way Jin is taking such care of him, all concerned eyes and gentle smiles.
He wonders vaguely about whether or not Jin should even be here – he has his upcoming L.A. lives to worry about – but Jin doesn’t say anything about work, and Yamapi doesn’t particularly want to talk about it, either. So he keeps his mouth shut and sits around with Jin aimlessly for most of the day.
It’s a few hours after lunch that Jin gets the phone call. Normally, Jin wouldn’t mind talking to someone on the phone in front of Yamapi, but the second he sees who’s calling, he jumps up from the couch and shuts himself in the bedroom, and instead of watching the television, Yamapi stares at the back of the door, confused.
Jin’s in there for almost an hour and as each minute passes by Yamapi grows more concerned. When he finally returns, he looks frustrated, and Yamapi quickly glances at the TV, so Jin doesn’t realize he’d been waiting from him to come back this whole time. Jin collapses beside him with a deep sigh, and Yamapi says, “Who was that?”
“Management,” Jin answers and Yamapi tenses instantly. “I tried, Pi, to let you off for awhile. But they’re pissed, especially since you fucking walked off during the middle of shooting.”
Yamapi clenches his fists at his side; this is the last thing he wants to hear, but Jin doesn’t seem to care, continuing without pause. “You have to go back to work,” he says. “The movie’s obviously been postponed, since you cut your hair, and I don’t even want to get into the mess with the tattoo, considering you’re doing a film about boxing.”
Yamapi grits his teeth and Jin sighs, shifts to face him directly. “You’re supposed to go in tomorrow. Talk to your manager, talk to Johnny, and you’re supposed to answer stupid interview questions and meet with NewS about your single.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Yamapi shoots back.
“Take that up with the boss,” Jin says, then softens his voice. “If I could, Pi, I’d keep you out of there, but this is what they want, so just go. Go and see what they say.”
Yamapi slouches in his seat. “Fine,” he relents after a few minutes, and Jin gives him a warm smile, pats his shoulder.
“Thanks,” he says, and Yamapi almost thinks it’s worth it, almost.
~
His meeting with Johnny is uneventful, telling him things he already knows. YOU can’t just do whatever you want. What YOU do affects this company. How are YOU going to fix this? What do YOU want?
Yamapi doesn’t know the answer to the last two, just keeps silent, and stands in place. Johnny stares at him with beady eyes, and tells him exactly what he’s going to do: Behave. Finish recording this single. Do the promos. Smile. Act like nothing is wrong. Be an idol.
Be a fucking idol.
Yamapi’s sick of hearing it; tired of having all of these expectations he has to live up to, appearances he has to keep, but he nods his head and says, “I’ll do my best.”
NewS practically renders him deaf with the way they greet him when he walks into the meeting room, and he’s tackled by all of them. Tegoshi clings to him like a limpet while Koyama cries and complains he hasn’t eaten anything. Shige and Massu just tell him everything is okay, and give consoling pats on the back. Ryo, with his arms crossed, and mouth in a tight frown, disapproves from the corner, and says nothing. But the look in his eyes says everything. Yamapi knows he can’t fool Ryo, his friend for half his life, but thankfully Ryo doesn’t say anything, just keeps giving Yamapi looks that switch between concern and annoyance.