Title: EVERYBODY’S GOT SOMETHING TO HIDE EXCEPT ME AND MY HONEYStarring: Yamashita Tomohisa and Inoue Mao and A LOT of other famous people
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Love/comedy
Disclaimer: No I don’t own Yamapi (though I wish and pray hard I do) or Mao. I am not whatsoever affiliated with JE either. It’s fiction. Look it up in the dictionary.
Chapters: ?
CHAPTER 7 (Part I)Mao was wearing a skimpy cowgirl outfit, and holding a whip. She stood before him, looking at him as if beckoning him to come nearer, yet it also glinted with danger, as if she was ready to whip him any second.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you wanna come closer?” she droned, her voice strangely seductive.
Yamapi froze in place, unable to snap himself to focus; she was a vision in a cowgirl outfit, she was the embodiment of his fantasies, she was his liquid dreams come true.
“Fine, then. I’ll come closer.” she said, then began walking in a cat-like manner towards him, her whip in her hand.
“What’re you going to do?” he stammered.
“Sshh.” she shushed him, putting her index finger on his lips.
“Do you really love me?” she whispered.
He nodded.
“Will you do everything I say?”
“Eh…?”
“Will you, Pi-chan? Pi-chan?”
Her seductive voice faded and echoed in his head, and it was replaced by her normal, sweet voice.
“Pi-chan?” Mao said softly, nudging his shoulder.
He slowly opened his eyes to see Mao with messy hair. He realized his head was resting on the pile of books on the table, and he had slept in that position. He gradually lifted his head up and squinted his sleepy eyes. He glanced at his watch. 1:35 AM.
“I fell asleep?” he asked, his voice cracked.
They both had fallen asleep while studying and reading at the table together.
“We both did. But I woke up earlier when the phone rang.” Mao answered, packing away all the stuff on the table.
Wait, he thought. He had a somewhat pornographic dream of her in a racy cowgirl outfit with a whip, was their magical kiss also a dream too?
“Wait, we kissed…right?” he asked, looking uncertain.
“Uhm, yes we did. And you kept holding my hand while we studied, I woke up and you were still holding it.” she said, laughing a little.
Yamapi did recall doing that before dozing off and he smiled.
“You better go home and sleep because tomorrow we’re going to Okinawa.”
“Eh?”
“They called, saying that the whole staff and cast will have some kind of bonding thing in a resort which they rented. They said that that they told out managers to cancel our original plans for tomorrow, seeing as it is last minute.”
“Why do they always bring news at the last minute? They never recognize the perfect time to break the news unless it danced naked in front of them. So annoying.” he said exasperatedly, remembering the last time they called him up at such a short notice.
“Well, I’m excited. Aren’t you? It’s an overnight stay. I want to go surfing so bad.”
“You surf too? I am so turned on. We’re a match made in heaven.”
“Yosh. You better get going now. It’s dangerous to drive this late so be careful.” she said, pulling him up from the chair and walking him to the door.
“Make sure you wear a bikini tomorrow. The kind where you tie the straps into a ribbon at the back of your neck… I like that kind.” he joked, and she slightly pushed him on his firm abs.
“Bye-bye. Be careful.” she said, and opened the door for him.
“I’m not going without a kiss. Chuuuuu….” he said, puckering his lips.
“Oh, do we do that now? Kiss goodbye and stuff?”
“Of course. That’s what couples do. Haven’t you had a boyfriend before me?”
“Yeah I have, but we don’t really kiss goodnight and all that, although we do kiss a lot and—“
“Okay that’s enough, no need for details.”
Mao semi smiled at his childishness.
“Goodnight.” she said, then gave him a quick kiss on the lips, to which Yamapi responded with a loud MWAH sound.
“Yosh! Ja ne, honey.” Yamapi exclaimed like a drunken person.
He skipped away jauntily, then Mao closed the door. He’s becoming more and more like his former character, Akira.
The following morning was a blur for them. They barely got any sleep and they had to wake up extra early when separate company cars came to pick them up to usher them to the hangar where a huge private jet plane was waiting for them. Miraculously, everyone involved in the dorama fit into the private jet. Yamapi and Mao were warmly welcomed by everyone when they boarded. The jet was oozing with noise and buzz, it seemed as if everyone had already bonded. The two sat together and both of them were still pretty groggy, especially Mao who had to wake up at the dead of night because Hug-chan peed in her room and she had to clean it up. She had dark circles under her eyes, and she looked like she was about to snooze off any second.
“Daijoubu?” Yamapi asked her with his morning voice, putting his hand on her head.
She nodded and rubbed her eyes.
“Go to sleep.” he told her in a soothing way and kissed her on the forehead.
Not a minute later, she did, and so did he. They slept throughout the whole ride. They woke up just as soon as the jet landed, where Koike Teppei, who was seated just in front of them, took a picture of them with his digital camera.
“Kawaii.” Teppei said, as Mao and Yamapi stretched and rubbed their eyes.
“Koike-kun.” Mao greeted, still in a sluggish daze.
“We’re here. I took pictures of you two while you were sleeping. It would’ve been cute without Pi drooling.” Teppei smiled.
“Nanni?” Yamapi laughed and looked at the pictures in Teppei’s cam. He did not look attractive at all. Mao laughed a breathy laugh at them.
Before they boarded off the jet with everyone, the three of them took one picture together. They walked excitedly out of the jet, ecstatic to see sunny and bright Okinawa. When they climbed down the steps, they were startled to find everyone immobile, and dumbstruck. Then that’s when they learned it was raining. Not only was it raining—it was raining hard, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, basically the whole shebang.
“I shouldn’t have brought my surfboard.” Yamapi said, crestfallen.
Everyone was pokerfaced and silent as they rode a shuttle bus to the resort hotel. Yamapi’s phone was ringing off the hook, all his friends were wondering where he had gone to. Koichi called up Mao, asking if she had any spare time that day because he needed help in something, but she told him she couldn’t, and explained the situation they were currently in.
“We head back tomorrow. Maybe we’ll see each other then.” Mao said discreetly, otherwise Yamapi, who was just beside her, would have a jealous fit once again.
“Are you okay coming over to my apartment?” Koichi asked.
The real question was, if Yamapi knew about this, would he be okay with it.
“Hold on. I’ll have to see, I’ll call you back.” she said.
They hung up.
“Who was that?” Yamapi asked, drinking a bottle of distilled water.
“It was Koichi-san. He was asking for help in History, and he thought maybe we should meet again tomorrow at his apartment, is that okay?”
Yamapi choked, spat out water and coughed liked mad, Mao had to slap his back as everyone in the bus turned to their direction.
“If you go there I will make you sing and dance Seishun Amigo a hundred times in the middle of Shibuya.” Yamapi seethed.
“It’s not like we’re going to do something bad.”
“I didn’t say you can’t go. I just said that if you go to his apartment, I might never forgive you and make you dance in public. But it’s your choice really.” he said so casually, causing Mao to make a face at him. One of these days, I will have the opportunity to manipulate and punish him, she thought.
When they arrived at the resort, they all filed out of the bus and made room assignments inside the hotel. Yamapi would share a suite with the other guys in the staff and cast, but Mao got special treatment and had a room to herself. They not only had the hotel to themselves, they also had the beach to themselves as well. One of the producers had told them that as soon as the rain stopped they would play volleyball outside so for the meantime they had to settle into their rooms. Mao was blissful she had her own room, while Yamapi was not so thrilled about sharing a room with a dozen other guys, as if being around NewS all the time wasn’t enough already. He wanted privacy for at least one day and he was expecting to get it from this overnight stay. Mao was unpacking her stuff on her queen-sized bed when Yamapi called saying he was coming over. They talked over on the phone even until he knocked on her door. They only hung up when she let him in. Such dorks.
“Was anyone following you? Or see you come in?” she asked apprehensively, quickly closing the door.
He was wearing a plain white shirt and board shorts, kind of like he was at home. Mao had changed into shorts too, and tied her hair up messily, just like she would when she sleeps.
“No. Even if there was, why would that scare you?” he asked, opening the mini bar.
“It wouldn’t. It’s just that I’ve never been with someone famous before and if everyone found out, it would cause a huge stir. My family and friends don’t even know yet and they’d be mad if the public found out about us first.” she explicated, continuing her unpacking.
“Oh I see. But as far as I’m concerned, we’ve got nothing to hide. Hiding and secretly going out would seem as if we’re ashamed of each other. I’m tired of hiding relationships and keeping it a secret.” he said, looking out the window, which had a good view of the ocean…and the dark rainy clouds above it.
“You’re supposed to hide it. You’re a Johnny’s. You’re going to get reprimanded by Johnny himself if we just, you know, blurt it out to the public.”
He stood on her bed and jumped up and down, messing up the clothes that she just folded nicely.
“I don’t really care anymore. Pi-chan is dating Mao-chan. Period.” he said babyishly.
“Pi, get down! You’re messing up everything.” she bleated at him, who messed up the bed sheets as well.
He jumped down from the bed and snatched her yellow bikini top with the halter straps from the pile of clothes.
“Kawaii!” he said euphorically, stretching it in front him.
“Don’t do that it’s going to stretch! It’s going to get big I only have small boobs.” she cried, trying to grab it back.
Yamapi stopped dead and stared at her chest. Mao slapped him lightly on the cheek and he laughed.
“At least they’re real. I like it more natural.” he said, giving the top back.
“Why, did all your concubines have fake boobs?” she scoffed.
“Yeah. Most of them. Goto Maki’s was fake for sure.”
“How would you know?”
“I would know once I touch them. Fake ones are hard and stiff. Like, the moment I touch a girl’s boob, I instantly know if she’s got some work done—“
“You are one step away from getting kicked out of my room.”
“Ha-ha. Looks like I’m not the only jealous one in this relationship.”
“I’m not. I just don’t want to know about your past sexual rendezvous with probably all the gravure models and ex-Morning Musume members there is.”
He sat on the edge of her bed and rested on his elbows.
“So you want to do it too or what?” he said jokingly and got hit on the stomach. She’s small and thin but she sure can hit. He flinched and groaned a little.
“So we won’t have sex at all forever?” he goaded, still amused at the expressions her face was showing.
“Oh my god, stop talking right now.” she said agitatedly and threw a balled up sock at him.
“I’m bored, let’s go outside.”
“It’s raining if you haven’t noticed.”
“We can swim now, because the thunders are gone and look, the rain had slowed down. It doesn’t matter if it’s raining, we’re going to swim and get wet anyway.” he said, looking out the window again.
Mao thought about it and it would be a shame to bring her swim suit if she wouldn’t wear it.
“Yeah okay let’s go.” she said.
Before they knew it they were running towards the beach in the rain, with Yamapi carrying his surfboard, even though there weren’t waves. Mao quickly took off her shirt and shorts, revealing her yellow bikini that Yamapi thought were cute. They were both wet before they even got into the water. They hastily ran to the water before it got cold.
“Why are you bringing the surfboard for?” Mao asked.
Yamapi got on the surfboard and lay down on his stomach.
“I brought it all the way here so I have to use it.”
Mao looked around and it was as if it was a deserted island. The atmosphere was grey and ominous; she had never been swimming under a weather like this.
Yamapi sat up on his surfboard.
“Come up.” he said and extended his hand to her.
She took it and he pulled her up, almost slipping out of balance in the process. They straddled on the surfboard like it was a motorcycle and held on to it whenever a strong current swept them away. It was like a ride in the amusement park. The rain gradually went away, but the dark skies remained hovering above. They then jumped back into the water and splashed around, having a water fight like kids. They even had a contest on who could hold their breath longest underwater, in which Mao won three times in a row. Mao didn’t realize how built Yamapi really was since it was the first time seeing him shirtless. He kept goofing around, flexing his biceps and showing his abs.
“Is that how you do fan service?” she laughed.
“Depends. Are you a fan?”
She nodded.
“Then my fan service for you is this.” he said, pulling her towards him and attempting to kiss her.
“No. What if someone comes out and sees us?” she said cautiously.
Yamapi turned to look around, and for sure there was no one around. He put her hands around his neck and pulled her closer.
“Breathe in and hold your breath.” he told her.
Looking dubious, she breathed in deeply and then held her breath. That was the cue for Yamapi to pull her underwater with him and as soon as they were submerged, he kissed her. It took Mao by surprise, but she didn’t want to go up the surface any time soon. It was each of their first underwater kiss and it felt as if they could go on forever, even if it meant running out of air. She didn’t care if she would drown, because he was there with her, and for the record, he was already practically giving her CPR.
The rain had finally seized when they went back inside, and by the time they went back inside, everyone was gathered in the lobby singing and playing a game. They were careful not to be seen as they snuck into their rooms. That afternoon they had a mini volleyball game and some of the guys played Frisbee, while the others swam and sunbathed even though there was no sun. Mao and Yamapi joined in, though they only watched at the sides and talked with their co-workers. There was a large picnic wherein everyone pigged out, and by that time, everyone knew each other already. Teppei kept taking pictures and Yamapi, the camwhore that he was, was never missing in a shot. When it was almost getting dark, the men set up a big bonfire and everyone was free to put whatever they want in a stick and roast it on the fire. Mao was overjoyed at the fact that she got along and bonded with everyone she has ever worked with in a dorama. This was what kept her going and this is why she is motivated to work.
After their heavy dinner and a lot of talking and laughing, everyone set out to their rooms to get some rest, after their long day. Yamapi’s roommates however, decided to throw a private party in their suite, with alcohol and a mini karaoke marathon. Yamapi politely excused himself and told everyone he would be going to bed first, since he lacked sleep. But then he realized it was hard to even close his eyes with all the noise and the smell of cigarettes and beer. It was just like bringing Akanishi with him.
Mao, after going to a long onsen session with the other ladies, went straight to bed. She looked at her clock and it was almost midnight. She wondered how Hug-chan was, leaving him with a next door neighbor. She yawned, then wondered if Yamapi was already asleep. She smiled, and thought he was probably still partying with his roommates. After that, she fell into deep slumber. It only seemed to last for like half an hour, because she woke up when someone knocked. She walked in slow motion on her way to the door, feeling heavy-eyed. She opened the door to see Yamapi, looking adorably sleepy with his hair messed up and holding a pillow.
“I can’t sleep in that room.” he said then went in, Mao closing the door behind him.
Yamapi sat on her bed, hugging his pillow.
“I thought you were staying up all night partying and drinking.” she yawned.
“No. I’m actually tired of it for once.” he said lazily.
Mao stroked his hair the way she would with Hug-chan. He looked so cute looking like he just got out of bed. He crawled his way under the covers and curled up to his favorite sleeping position. Mao went under the covers as well, lying beside him.
“No unnecessary touching.” she warned him, whose eyes were already closed.
She turned off the lamp and Yamapi pulled her to him and held her as if she was a teddy bear. He noisily took a sniff of her hair.
“Did you wash your hair?” he joked and they silently laughed after Mao pounded his arm.
They faced each other, with Yamapi still holding her tight like a stuffed toy.
“Mao-chan. I’ve never slept beside a girl before without having to do it.” he whispered.
Mao was about to kick him in the groin, but he went on before she could.
“But that kiss we had will never top anything. Even though I was super turned on I never thought of going further than that kiss, because that long kiss was way better than any sex anyone will ever have.” he said in a low, soft undertone.
Mao smiled, putting aside the kicking-in-the-groin idea.
“Goodnight, Pi-chan.” she murmured.
“Goodnight.” he replied.
She shifted to lay on her back and Yamapi followed by snuggling her and nuzzling on her neck. She fell fast asleep to his soothing breathing on her neck and he fell asleep to her sweet lulling smell.
Sorry to disappoint you, but nothing happened between them that night.
