[Team Three] Dreams

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This was kinda inspired by how Fuma makes a cute girl ♥ And Sou apparently does message like that, at least with all the www, which I think is absolutely adorable xD Might be disjointed because I don't have much time to look through it again.

“Now you may kiss the bride.” Kento’s smile is almost blinding as he lifts the veil to unveil his beautiful bride. She looks him in the eyes and smiles shyly. He has always loved her eyes, accentuated by long thick lashes. They’re so dark and alluring, he would tell anyone who would listen. But today, his gaze is drawn instead to her soft full lips. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he cups her face in both hands and runs his thumbs over her cheekbone. Slowly leaning forward, he whispers, “Fuuko-chan.”

Someone in the audience giggles and Kento jerks awake. He can’t help but feel disappointed when he realises there is no bride and no wedding; instead, he is greeted by Marius and Shori's matching grins. In his haste to sit up on the couch, he almost collides with Shori. Mumbling a quick apology and rubbing at the corners of his eyes to chase the sleep away, he groggily asks, “What’s happening?”

“Good morning Kento-kun~” Marius chirps. “What were you dreaming of?”

Before he could reply, Marius turns his attention to his handphone, humming a random tune as he happily presses the keys, and Kento turns to look at Shori, confused.

“You had this silly grin on your face, then you were kissing the air and mumbling some stuff…” Shori explains, trying to hide his giggles behind a sorry excuse of a cough as Kento’s face quickly reddens. Kento racks his brain to come up with an excuse, and mentally heaves a huge sigh of relief when the choreographer calls out that the break is over.

But the respite is short-lived when he checks his phone after his shower to see a message from Sou. He had stayed back a little longer to catch up on the parts he had missed due to filming, and before he realised, Shori and Marius had already left. Taking a long gulp from his bottle, he presses ‘open’ and almost chokes on the water when he sees a picture of himself lying on the couch with his eyes closed and lips puckered in the air. Kento-kun, I see you had a nice dream www is all Sou writes, and the rest of the message is filled with kissy face emoticons. Torn between wanting to hide his face in embarrassment and feeling amused at how Sou always messages like a girl, he frowns at his phone and is about to type a quick reply when he is startled by a low chuckle from the general direction of the door.

“That’s an interesting expression you have on your face, Nakajima.”

“Fuma! What are you doing here?” Kento asks as he slings his towel around his neck and jogs towards Fuma.

“I heard that you have a new lover and don’t want me anymore.” Fuma pouts exaggeratedly.

Kento raises his eyebrows and comes up with the most intelligent reply he can think of at the moment. “Huh?”

“A little bird told me that my boyfriend was calling out a girl’s name in his sleep.” Fuma’s tone is mildly accusatory as he waves his handphone in front of Kento.

“Mari…” Kento sighs. “Could you please delete that photo?”

“No way, I’m going to set it as my wallpaper.” Fuma smirks as he carefully pockets his phone, as if afraid Kento would suddenly lunge for it. “So now that you have a new lover, you don’t miss your boyfriend anymore?”

“Fuma,” Kento starts, stepping forward to bury his nose in Fuma’s hair, taking in the familiar scent. He revels in the fact that Fuma automatically wraps his arms around his waist, left hand resting at the small of his back. “that’s only because Fuuko-chan is you. And you know I miss you. Too much even.”

The words remain unspoken, but Kento is sure Fuma knows what he is thinking. They remain like this for awhile, and Kento slowly closes his eyes as Fuma runs his fingers through the damp strands of his hair. “Say, Nakajima?”

“Why does Fuuko-chan get a kiss and I don’t?”

Kento pulls away to find Fuma grinning at him, dark eyes glinting with amusement. Rolling his eyes in mock exasperation, he plants a quick peck on Fuma’s lips before trying to untangle himself from Fuma’s embrace. But he isn’t surprised when Fuma simply tightens his arms around his waist and nuzzles against his cheek. Fuma kisses softly down his jaw before brushing their lips together to whisper, “Let me show you how that should be done.”

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