Love letter: Chapter 7/7
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unmeiboyLove letter: Chapter 7/7
Kitayama/Fujigaya, Nikaido/Senga, Yokoo/Fujigaya (onesided)
It's not like they go on pretending nothing ever happened. The members all know that something has been wrong, but as they start communicating like they used to in front of them, they seem to accept it without any explanation. Yokoo knows, of course, and lightens Kitayama's heart to see that he isn't acting any different in particular. He doesn't ask Fujigaya to spend time with him, but he also doesn't say decline just to do so when Fujigaya wants to hang out with him. It is probably what's to be expected of Yokoo, to be respectful, but it feels good to notice it, especially since it seems like Fujigaya is thankful as well.
“You're asleep somewhere aren't you”
Kitayama checks his phone when he gets off the set, finds a message that he's not sure he should be feeling like laughing at. It's past midnight, but they're at a filming studio recording their upcoming PV and they've been there since early morning; he could really use a nap, and it's just kind of fun that Fujigaya knows exactly what he's thinking.
“You miss me already, or what?”
He sends the message as he heads for the dressing room, expecting to find Fujigaya there; all he finds is Nikaido out cold on a couch, and Senga massaging his own neck with a tired look in his eyes. The rest of them are still by the set waiting for their solo filming, except Fujigaya, who was first out and is now gone.
“I'm on the rooftop”
It's not an invitation by definition yet it's clear that he wants Kitayama to come, and although that nap is very tempting he chooses to go find Fujigaya. He takes the elevator as far up as it goes; then the final stairs until he arrives at a door that can only lead to the rooftop. As he steps out the night air hits his face (summer is over and it nearly gets chilly in the night), and he closes his eyes, draws a deep breath before he even starts looking for what he came for.
“Come,” a soft voice says, makes Kitayama open his eyes to find Fujigaya standing by the edge of the building, leaning against the railing, facing away from him. With slow steps he walks over; enjoys the weak wind in his clothes, cooling him down after dancing under heavy lighting. He stands beside Fujigaya, looks out over Tokyo, at all the lit-up buildings hinting that they are not the only ones still working, the colorful signs revealing that there's people awake and having the time of their lives.
“I never really get tired of it.” Fujigaya says it as though he knows what Kitayama is thinking. “It's beautiful. From far away, it looks kind of like a starry sky, reflected.” He hums in response, has never thought about it like that, but now that he does, he can kind of see it.
“Only there's no stars to reflect here,” Kitayama adds, and there's a quiet laugh coming from beside him. “Did you want anything special?” he continues, teases a little because he has an idea what Fujigaya had in mind when he mailed him from the very same building; gets it confirmed when he drapes an arm around Kitayama's waist to pull him closer.
“I wanted a kiss,” and he's barely a centimetre from Kitayama's lips when he finishes speaking, then closes the distance entirely. It's just a soft and calm kiss, both of them are tired but it's more for comfort and closeness, without any particular purpose. “Happy now,” he whispers as he breaks away, sounds satisfied with himself, and had he had any energy, Kitayama would have shoved playfully at him, but all he does now is lean against his shoulder, lets himself relax some more when he feels Fujigaya's breath in his hair.
“Hey, I was thinking,” Fujigaya breaks their comfortable silence, “we have a couple days off after New Year, don't we?”
“Yeah, should be at least two. Why?” Kitayama straightens up a little, looks up at Fujigaya now that they're having an actual conversation.
“You wanna go on a trip? Take a break from real life?”
“Just us two?” Fujigaya nods. “Sure. Where do you wanna go?”
“There's a place I like that I want you to see.” As he speaks he repositions them, puts himself behind Kitayama, locks his hands together in front of him; it's easy to just lean back against him, let his warmth sink through clothes to heat his skin. “A place that has real stars.”
It's even colder when they get off the train in Sapporo just a month later, arriving at night for rehearsal in Sapporo Dome the following day; concerts the days after that. All seven of them shiver in their thin jackets, Tamamori pulling his leather one closed but refuses to zip it up, Nikaido is complaining out loud, and none of it is to Kitayama's surprise, except the hand that finds his own, links them together in a way that they have never done in front of anyone that isn't Duet's camera men.
“It's not that cold,” he hisses, assumes that's why. Because Fujigaya would totally do something like that.
But he just shrugs in response. “Maybe I just wanted to hold your hand.”
“Stupid romantic,” he mutters back, but doesn't pull away; squeezes a little instead.
“Yep,” and he blows Kitayama a kiss accompanied with one of those ridiculous winks, forces Kitayama to act like he's being grossed out and when they end up laughing, Senga turns around and pretends to be scandalized by their hand-holding.
“What if someone walked by? You'd be found out immediately.” Tamamori scolds them when they get to the hotel; he's the one that gets bothered by paparazzi more often than any of them, can't even let himself be seen with his girlfriend when he does have one, holding hands or not.
“We'd just have to walk closer than.” Fujigaya seems to wave it away with a joke, but then he becomes serious. “There would be rumors, but honestly, would anyone believe it?” At that, Tamamori doesn't respond. They all knows it's true. “Seriously, as long as they don't get us on camera, as long as we don't like, kiss in public, the only thing it'll do is make us sell more.”
It's almost sad to hear it in that way. That what they have, to others, might seem like a sales trick. But then again, Kitayama figures, what's important is that they know what they feel, and that they are happy. And he is, he's happy in a way that almost makes him feel ridiculous, since it's all because a silly, public display of their relationship.
Kitayama is so up in the sound of his acoustic guitar that he doesn't notice Fujigaya unlocking his door and entering his apartment until he's walking past right in front of him, sits on the couch as he listens.
“Writing something new?” he asks when Kitayama pauses, a question that isn't particularly odd considering the blank note sheets on the living room table. They're only there in case he comes up with something, though, with no actual intention to write.
“Not really,” he replies, picks up a different melody with a smile on his lips, “just playing for fun.” It takes a couple of chords and a few pointed glances before Fujigaya seems to get a hang of what he's playing.
“Love you with all my heart,” he hums, slower than in the original because Kitayama is just guessing on this one, but it makes both of them burst into laughter once he's done and Kitayama accidentally plays out of tune.
“Sorry,” he laughs, and Fujigaya shoves at him.
“That was so cheesy,” but he's laughing, one of those genuine laughs that could probably make anyone smile just from looking at it and he's so gorgeous. Which Kitayama doesn't say, instead takes a new grip on his guitar and starts playing something more up-tempo, something that both of them have heard played like this before. Four rhythmical strokes, so familiar to both of them that they continue with the lyrics timed perfectly with each other.
“Show me your fire,” and although it's a joke, both of them act on the theme of the song, try way too hard to be sexy, and they just end up laughing even harder.
“I'll show you my fire for sure,” Fujigaya gets out once they calm down, still mostly joking but he switches moods so quickly that Kitayama barely has the time to put the guitar down on the floor before he has him on top of him, a hand up his shirt and lips hot on his own. That they end up in bed is inevitable, and Kitayama only considers them lucky that Fujigaya got there late, because once they are done there's no way he's getting up, not even for food.
Because nothing beats how Fujigaya kisses him softly as he cleans both of them up, how he crawls back into bed, pulls the covers up over them and plays absentmindedly with his hair as he mumbles about what he has done during the day, even though he knows Kitayama is only listening with one ear; how he stops talking when he realizes Kitayama's so close to sleep that he won't remember it anyway. And the arm pulling him close, the last three words Kitayama hears before he falls asleep that night, the same words that he manages to return, is exactly what had been the beginning to it all.
Kitayama/Fujigaya, Nikaido/Senga, Yokoo/Fujigaya (onesided)
It's not like they go on pretending nothing ever happened. The members all know that something has been wrong, but as they start communicating like they used to in front of them, they seem to accept it without any explanation. Yokoo knows, of course, and lightens Kitayama's heart to see that he isn't acting any different in particular. He doesn't ask Fujigaya to spend time with him, but he also doesn't say decline just to do so when Fujigaya wants to hang out with him. It is probably what's to be expected of Yokoo, to be respectful, but it feels good to notice it, especially since it seems like Fujigaya is thankful as well.
“You're asleep somewhere aren't you”
Kitayama checks his phone when he gets off the set, finds a message that he's not sure he should be feeling like laughing at. It's past midnight, but they're at a filming studio recording their upcoming PV and they've been there since early morning; he could really use a nap, and it's just kind of fun that Fujigaya knows exactly what he's thinking.
“You miss me already, or what?”
He sends the message as he heads for the dressing room, expecting to find Fujigaya there; all he finds is Nikaido out cold on a couch, and Senga massaging his own neck with a tired look in his eyes. The rest of them are still by the set waiting for their solo filming, except Fujigaya, who was first out and is now gone.
“I'm on the rooftop”
It's not an invitation by definition yet it's clear that he wants Kitayama to come, and although that nap is very tempting he chooses to go find Fujigaya. He takes the elevator as far up as it goes; then the final stairs until he arrives at a door that can only lead to the rooftop. As he steps out the night air hits his face (summer is over and it nearly gets chilly in the night), and he closes his eyes, draws a deep breath before he even starts looking for what he came for.
“Come,” a soft voice says, makes Kitayama open his eyes to find Fujigaya standing by the edge of the building, leaning against the railing, facing away from him. With slow steps he walks over; enjoys the weak wind in his clothes, cooling him down after dancing under heavy lighting. He stands beside Fujigaya, looks out over Tokyo, at all the lit-up buildings hinting that they are not the only ones still working, the colorful signs revealing that there's people awake and having the time of their lives.
“I never really get tired of it.” Fujigaya says it as though he knows what Kitayama is thinking. “It's beautiful. From far away, it looks kind of like a starry sky, reflected.” He hums in response, has never thought about it like that, but now that he does, he can kind of see it.
“Only there's no stars to reflect here,” Kitayama adds, and there's a quiet laugh coming from beside him. “Did you want anything special?” he continues, teases a little because he has an idea what Fujigaya had in mind when he mailed him from the very same building; gets it confirmed when he drapes an arm around Kitayama's waist to pull him closer.
“I wanted a kiss,” and he's barely a centimetre from Kitayama's lips when he finishes speaking, then closes the distance entirely. It's just a soft and calm kiss, both of them are tired but it's more for comfort and closeness, without any particular purpose. “Happy now,” he whispers as he breaks away, sounds satisfied with himself, and had he had any energy, Kitayama would have shoved playfully at him, but all he does now is lean against his shoulder, lets himself relax some more when he feels Fujigaya's breath in his hair.
“Hey, I was thinking,” Fujigaya breaks their comfortable silence, “we have a couple days off after New Year, don't we?”
“Yeah, should be at least two. Why?” Kitayama straightens up a little, looks up at Fujigaya now that they're having an actual conversation.
“You wanna go on a trip? Take a break from real life?”
“Just us two?” Fujigaya nods. “Sure. Where do you wanna go?”
“There's a place I like that I want you to see.” As he speaks he repositions them, puts himself behind Kitayama, locks his hands together in front of him; it's easy to just lean back against him, let his warmth sink through clothes to heat his skin. “A place that has real stars.”
-
It's even colder when they get off the train in Sapporo just a month later, arriving at night for rehearsal in Sapporo Dome the following day; concerts the days after that. All seven of them shiver in their thin jackets, Tamamori pulling his leather one closed but refuses to zip it up, Nikaido is complaining out loud, and none of it is to Kitayama's surprise, except the hand that finds his own, links them together in a way that they have never done in front of anyone that isn't Duet's camera men.
“It's not that cold,” he hisses, assumes that's why. Because Fujigaya would totally do something like that.
But he just shrugs in response. “Maybe I just wanted to hold your hand.”
“Stupid romantic,” he mutters back, but doesn't pull away; squeezes a little instead.
“Yep,” and he blows Kitayama a kiss accompanied with one of those ridiculous winks, forces Kitayama to act like he's being grossed out and when they end up laughing, Senga turns around and pretends to be scandalized by their hand-holding.
“What if someone walked by? You'd be found out immediately.” Tamamori scolds them when they get to the hotel; he's the one that gets bothered by paparazzi more often than any of them, can't even let himself be seen with his girlfriend when he does have one, holding hands or not.
“We'd just have to walk closer than.” Fujigaya seems to wave it away with a joke, but then he becomes serious. “There would be rumors, but honestly, would anyone believe it?” At that, Tamamori doesn't respond. They all knows it's true. “Seriously, as long as they don't get us on camera, as long as we don't like, kiss in public, the only thing it'll do is make us sell more.”
It's almost sad to hear it in that way. That what they have, to others, might seem like a sales trick. But then again, Kitayama figures, what's important is that they know what they feel, and that they are happy. And he is, he's happy in a way that almost makes him feel ridiculous, since it's all because a silly, public display of their relationship.
-
Kitayama is so up in the sound of his acoustic guitar that he doesn't notice Fujigaya unlocking his door and entering his apartment until he's walking past right in front of him, sits on the couch as he listens.
“Writing something new?” he asks when Kitayama pauses, a question that isn't particularly odd considering the blank note sheets on the living room table. They're only there in case he comes up with something, though, with no actual intention to write.
“Not really,” he replies, picks up a different melody with a smile on his lips, “just playing for fun.” It takes a couple of chords and a few pointed glances before Fujigaya seems to get a hang of what he's playing.
“Love you with all my heart,” he hums, slower than in the original because Kitayama is just guessing on this one, but it makes both of them burst into laughter once he's done and Kitayama accidentally plays out of tune.
“Sorry,” he laughs, and Fujigaya shoves at him.
“That was so cheesy,” but he's laughing, one of those genuine laughs that could probably make anyone smile just from looking at it and he's so gorgeous. Which Kitayama doesn't say, instead takes a new grip on his guitar and starts playing something more up-tempo, something that both of them have heard played like this before. Four rhythmical strokes, so familiar to both of them that they continue with the lyrics timed perfectly with each other.
“Show me your fire,” and although it's a joke, both of them act on the theme of the song, try way too hard to be sexy, and they just end up laughing even harder.
“I'll show you my fire for sure,” Fujigaya gets out once they calm down, still mostly joking but he switches moods so quickly that Kitayama barely has the time to put the guitar down on the floor before he has him on top of him, a hand up his shirt and lips hot on his own. That they end up in bed is inevitable, and Kitayama only considers them lucky that Fujigaya got there late, because once they are done there's no way he's getting up, not even for food.
Because nothing beats how Fujigaya kisses him softly as he cleans both of them up, how he crawls back into bed, pulls the covers up over them and plays absentmindedly with his hair as he mumbles about what he has done during the day, even though he knows Kitayama is only listening with one ear; how he stops talking when he realizes Kitayama's so close to sleep that he won't remember it anyway. And the arm pulling him close, the last three words Kitayama hears before he falls asleep that night, the same words that he manages to return, is exactly what had been the beginning to it all.
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on 2015-10-29 03:46 pm (UTC)There might be more, at some point~ ;)
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on 2015-10-29 01:30 pm (UTC)It ended up playing out the love letter. Haha.
Sad it's over..
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on 2015-10-29 03:54 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading! You're always welcome to come back for more fic, whenever you feel like it~
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on 2015-10-31 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2016-10-06 04:16 pm (UTC)Thank you for writing. 😍
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on 2016-10-10 07:57 pm (UTC)Happy to deliver something for you to enjoy~ :D