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writetomyheart2013-01-23 04:41 pm
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[Team 2] 北山くん♥
The list had been buried under a pile of discarded lyrics when Kitayama found it as he was clearing up the clutter in the spare room of Fujigaya's apartment. It wasn't something that he normally did - tiding up other people's apartments, that is - but the state of the room that had greeted him when he had woken up that morning had bothered him greatly. (He was honestly surprised that it hadn't bothered him when he had shuffled into the room the previous night - or had it been very much earlier that day? - but he supposed he had been too tired to notice or care.)
After a quick raid of Fujigaya's kitchen cupboards for something to eat, he set about stacking up the loose leaves of paper into somewhat organised piles, and that was when he saw it: the list.
Most of it had been written in Fujigaya's hand but one line drew his attention - or rather, the lack of a line.
Halfway down the page, between two lines written in distinctly different shades of black, there was a suspiciously large gap that didn't contain any writing, but when Kitayama ran his fingers along the underside of the paper, there were it was: the distinct bump of words carved so deep into the paper they raised ridges on the other side. He traced a finger over the front, frowning at the different texture of that one line, then he held the sheet up to the light and saw that correction tape had been used to create that gap, completely opaque in that one bit on an otherwise translucent piece of paper.
Curious, he flipped the paper over, squinting at the mirror image of the words denting that back of the paper.
It read "北山くん♥" in Yokoo's distinctive handwriting.
This raised Kitayama's curiosity and he flipped the piece of paper back over to read the rest of the list.
It was titled "Reasons I enjoy being in Johnny's" and it went on to detail all the perks Fujigaya apparently found in being a member of Johnny's Entertainment. There were the really obvious things, such as "back dancing for amazing senpais" and "singing," and then there were less obvious things, like "preferential treatment from mum" and "praises from aunties." It was a rather random collection of points, but none of them were able to satisfy the question in his head.
Why had Yokoo written his name - at least, he assumed it was him that Yokoo had been referring to - followed by a heart on Fujigaya's list? And, more importantly, why had it been covered over with correction tape? What could it mean?
Just then, the front door of Fujigaya's apartment slammed close and its owner called "I'm back~" into an assumedly empty apartment.
"Welcome back, Taipi," returned Kitayama through the closed door of the spare room.
He heard something clatter to the floor near the front door, which was followed by the sound of feet pounding as Fujigaya raced across the apartment to find the intruder.
"What the hell even, Kitayama?" asked the younger man in surprise when he saw Kitayama sitting on the floor surrounded by piles of paper. "Why are you still here?"
"I only woke up about an hour ago and the mess you made in this room was bothering me," replied Kitayama, gesturing to the mess he had yet to tidy on the other side of the room. "I thought I'd be nice and at least stack the paper up before you tripped over them when you came in here and injured yourself."
Fujigaya made a small scoffing noise before he left to go and grab something to drink from the fridge.
Deciding that it might be better to ask than sit and puzzle it out, Kitayama followed him, watching in amusement as the younger man dug through his crockery drawer for a mug.
"Hey, Fujigaya," he began, causing the younger man to yelp when he smashed his head against the edge of the counter in surprise. "Sorry... Are you okay?"
"No," Fujigaya moaned, clutching the back of his head.
Kitayama helped him into a seat and then went to fetch an ice pack from the freezer, leaving the list on the table.
"Oh my god," he heard Fujigaya groan and he turned back to see the younger man was staring at the list in disbelief. "Don't tell me you read this."
"Um..." he hesitated, holding an ice pack that was starting to burn his fingers with cold, "maybe?"
Fujigaya dropped his head to the table with a thunk. "Oh my god," he moaned, sounding embarrassed. "I can't believe you read this."
Kitayama returned to Fujigaya's side, moving the other man's hand from the back of his head and replacing it with the small ice pack he had found and wrapped in a handkerchief. He glanced pass Fujigaya's head to look at the list, and couldn't help but ask. "What's with this list anyway?"
For a long while, Fujigaya didn't answer, merely lay slumped with his head on the table. Kitayama, too, stayed where he was, taking the ice away from the bump after ten minutes, and then putting it back again after another ten. When half an hour passed and the ice had been taken away for a second time and Fujigaya still hadn't replied, he wondered if the other man had fallen asleep at the kitchen table. He squatted down to check, and although Fujigaya's eyes were squeezed shut, it looked too forced for him to be asleep.
Kitayama prodded Fujigaya's cheeks. Fujigaya pouted.
"Tell me, Taipi," prompted Kitayama, "why is there a line that's covered with white out on there?"
"Because it's embarrassing," replied Fujigaya eventually.
"What's embarrassing?"
"What Watta wrote there."
"And what did Watta write there?"
"I'm not telling you."
"You do know that whatever Watta wrote there, it was written in pretty hard, right?" pointed out Kitayama, reaching over Fujigaya's head to flip the paper over. Fujigaya turned his head to look and shot up in surprise at what he saw. "It was written in so hard that you can work out what it says from the back of the paper."
"Oh fine," huffed Fujigaya, relenting. "It says your name because Yokoo used to tease me about having a crush on you. And just for you information," he added hurriedly, "I did not and do not have a crush on you."
But the blush that was beginning to taint his cheeks a light pink colour said otherwise.
"You're lying," said Kitayama, poking Fujigaya's cheek.
"I'm being serious," contradicted Fujigaya, a whine in his voice.
And yet, his cheeks flushed a slightly darker shade of pink.
Kitayama continued to poke Fujigaya's cheek until eventually Fujigaya growled and batted it away.
"Fine," he conceded, "I did have a crush on you."
Kitayama fixed him with a pointed stare.
"Did," insisted Fujigaya. "Past tense."
Kitayama poked his cheek again. "If it were truly only in the past," he said, "I reckon your reaction would be quite different. You're easy to read, you know."
Fujigaya glowered at him. "Did," he continued to insist. "And I am not easy to read."
Kitayama scoffed. "Who are you kidding? Some of us can read you like an open book. It's not only in the past."
When Fujigaya protested at Kitayama's statement, the latter decided to change tactics.
Grabbing the other's chin in his hands, he pulled Fujigaya forward until their lips met. For a second, Fujigaya stiffened in surprise, but in the next moment, he melted into the kiss. When Kitayama pulled back, he saw that Fujigaya had closed his eyes.
"Definitely not only in the past," he teased, swiping his thumb across the other's lips, "which is good, because that's not where I want those feelings to be."
After a quick raid of Fujigaya's kitchen cupboards for something to eat, he set about stacking up the loose leaves of paper into somewhat organised piles, and that was when he saw it: the list.
Most of it had been written in Fujigaya's hand but one line drew his attention - or rather, the lack of a line.
Halfway down the page, between two lines written in distinctly different shades of black, there was a suspiciously large gap that didn't contain any writing, but when Kitayama ran his fingers along the underside of the paper, there were it was: the distinct bump of words carved so deep into the paper they raised ridges on the other side. He traced a finger over the front, frowning at the different texture of that one line, then he held the sheet up to the light and saw that correction tape had been used to create that gap, completely opaque in that one bit on an otherwise translucent piece of paper.
Curious, he flipped the paper over, squinting at the mirror image of the words denting that back of the paper.
It read "北山くん♥" in Yokoo's distinctive handwriting.
This raised Kitayama's curiosity and he flipped the piece of paper back over to read the rest of the list.
It was titled "Reasons I enjoy being in Johnny's" and it went on to detail all the perks Fujigaya apparently found in being a member of Johnny's Entertainment. There were the really obvious things, such as "back dancing for amazing senpais" and "singing," and then there were less obvious things, like "preferential treatment from mum" and "praises from aunties." It was a rather random collection of points, but none of them were able to satisfy the question in his head.
Why had Yokoo written his name - at least, he assumed it was him that Yokoo had been referring to - followed by a heart on Fujigaya's list? And, more importantly, why had it been covered over with correction tape? What could it mean?
Just then, the front door of Fujigaya's apartment slammed close and its owner called "I'm back~" into an assumedly empty apartment.
"Welcome back, Taipi," returned Kitayama through the closed door of the spare room.
He heard something clatter to the floor near the front door, which was followed by the sound of feet pounding as Fujigaya raced across the apartment to find the intruder.
"What the hell even, Kitayama?" asked the younger man in surprise when he saw Kitayama sitting on the floor surrounded by piles of paper. "Why are you still here?"
"I only woke up about an hour ago and the mess you made in this room was bothering me," replied Kitayama, gesturing to the mess he had yet to tidy on the other side of the room. "I thought I'd be nice and at least stack the paper up before you tripped over them when you came in here and injured yourself."
Fujigaya made a small scoffing noise before he left to go and grab something to drink from the fridge.
Deciding that it might be better to ask than sit and puzzle it out, Kitayama followed him, watching in amusement as the younger man dug through his crockery drawer for a mug.
"Hey, Fujigaya," he began, causing the younger man to yelp when he smashed his head against the edge of the counter in surprise. "Sorry... Are you okay?"
"No," Fujigaya moaned, clutching the back of his head.
Kitayama helped him into a seat and then went to fetch an ice pack from the freezer, leaving the list on the table.
"Oh my god," he heard Fujigaya groan and he turned back to see the younger man was staring at the list in disbelief. "Don't tell me you read this."
"Um..." he hesitated, holding an ice pack that was starting to burn his fingers with cold, "maybe?"
Fujigaya dropped his head to the table with a thunk. "Oh my god," he moaned, sounding embarrassed. "I can't believe you read this."
Kitayama returned to Fujigaya's side, moving the other man's hand from the back of his head and replacing it with the small ice pack he had found and wrapped in a handkerchief. He glanced pass Fujigaya's head to look at the list, and couldn't help but ask. "What's with this list anyway?"
For a long while, Fujigaya didn't answer, merely lay slumped with his head on the table. Kitayama, too, stayed where he was, taking the ice away from the bump after ten minutes, and then putting it back again after another ten. When half an hour passed and the ice had been taken away for a second time and Fujigaya still hadn't replied, he wondered if the other man had fallen asleep at the kitchen table. He squatted down to check, and although Fujigaya's eyes were squeezed shut, it looked too forced for him to be asleep.
Kitayama prodded Fujigaya's cheeks. Fujigaya pouted.
"Tell me, Taipi," prompted Kitayama, "why is there a line that's covered with white out on there?"
"Because it's embarrassing," replied Fujigaya eventually.
"What's embarrassing?"
"What Watta wrote there."
"And what did Watta write there?"
"I'm not telling you."
"You do know that whatever Watta wrote there, it was written in pretty hard, right?" pointed out Kitayama, reaching over Fujigaya's head to flip the paper over. Fujigaya turned his head to look and shot up in surprise at what he saw. "It was written in so hard that you can work out what it says from the back of the paper."
"Oh fine," huffed Fujigaya, relenting. "It says your name because Yokoo used to tease me about having a crush on you. And just for you information," he added hurriedly, "I did not and do not have a crush on you."
But the blush that was beginning to taint his cheeks a light pink colour said otherwise.
"You're lying," said Kitayama, poking Fujigaya's cheek.
"I'm being serious," contradicted Fujigaya, a whine in his voice.
And yet, his cheeks flushed a slightly darker shade of pink.
Kitayama continued to poke Fujigaya's cheek until eventually Fujigaya growled and batted it away.
"Fine," he conceded, "I did have a crush on you."
Kitayama fixed him with a pointed stare.
"Did," insisted Fujigaya. "Past tense."
Kitayama poked his cheek again. "If it were truly only in the past," he said, "I reckon your reaction would be quite different. You're easy to read, you know."
Fujigaya glowered at him. "Did," he continued to insist. "And I am not easy to read."
Kitayama scoffed. "Who are you kidding? Some of us can read you like an open book. It's not only in the past."
When Fujigaya protested at Kitayama's statement, the latter decided to change tactics.
Grabbing the other's chin in his hands, he pulled Fujigaya forward until their lips met. For a second, Fujigaya stiffened in surprise, but in the next moment, he melted into the kiss. When Kitayama pulled back, he saw that Fujigaya had closed his eyes.
"Definitely not only in the past," he teased, swiping his thumb across the other's lips, "which is good, because that's not where I want those feelings to be."
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i actually love this whole thing, how kitayama crashed there to begin with and read the list and welcomed taipi when he came home like it's nbd and taipi flipped out and and and ♥♥♥ feeeeelings ;_;
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Sooooooo cuuuuuuute <3 otp~~