[Fanfic] And Two Get Together
Title: And Two Get Together
Author: akastranger
Pairing Involved: Fuma x Kento
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Slice of life
Warning: Unbeta’d
Summary: -
Author’s Note: Happy Birthday Mandy! And thanks to Michelle for helping me with some ideas.
Word count: 1,505 words
He ignored my greeting and continued looking at his cellphone as I flopped down beside him. The mere centimetres separating us frustrated me, and the silence that hangs in the air suffocated me. I so badly wanted to reach out and run my fingers across his skin, in his hair, or anywhere that belongs to him. I want him to look at me; but here I am, sitting still and afraid to disturb his moment of peace.
Nakajima oozed charm from his pores, and the charm somehow formed an invisible barrier around him. Searching for reasons to break through that barrier to touch him drove me crazy.
I watched him play with his cellphone through the mirror, wondering what got his attention. He didn’t even bother returning my greeting; perhaps he had not heard me, I was not sure. Suddenly, there was a flush of red on his cheeks and he looked up from his cellphone, jumping when he saw me as if he had just seen a ghost.
Yeah baby, I’m your ghost.
“H-Hi there… At least greet me when you’re here!” he cried out.
“I greeted you Nakajima, and you ignored me!” I growled, frowning at him.
“Oh… I’m sorry. I-I was reading.” He gulped. His eyes darted to the side, refusing to meet mine.
“Obviously my presence was nothing compared to whatever you’re reading.” I clicked my tongue, still bothered by the tiny gap between us.
“Don’t say it that way, I-I’m sorry okay.” He muttered quietly, tucking his cellphone away in one of his coat’s pocket.
I almost groan when he moved further away from me, towards the end of the couch. I don’t need that much space Nakajima, I wanted to tell him. He can sit on my lap for all I care. Our eyes locked gazes through the mirror and I could see his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.
“So, care to tell me what got you so red in the face?” I asked, deliberately shifting nearer to him. Our knees touched and he flinched.
“T-that’s n-none of your business!” He retorted.
“You’re stuttering.” I stated. That’s cute, I almost said. Swiftly, I reached into his pocket and fished out his cellphone.
“NO!” He cried, trying to yank the phone away, but I was faster. Grabbing his hands, I straddled him and pinned his hands against the couch.
“Your reaction is making me even more curious Nakajima.” Soon, the lock screen was undone. The code was his birthdate; I have seen him type it before.
“Please Fuma, give it back.” He wriggled under my grip, but I was stronger. Maybe he wasn’t really trying, I don’t know.
The last app he used was internet explorer. Tap. A site full of English words popped up after tapping the last visited URL. I skimmed through the contents, then chuckled.
“Seriously Nakajima? FumaKen R-rated fanfiction?” I dropped the cellphone back to the depths of his pocket and let go of his hands.
We stared at each other in a moment of silence.
“Didn’t know you were a fan.” I smirked. He covered his face with both his hands, but I reached out and pulled them apart. “You like me too?”
He looked into my eyes and squirmed, probably uncomfortable by my weight. “You said ‘too’. Do you like me as well?”
“Yes Nakajima.” I leaned forward and whispered in his ears. I could feel him shiver. Without warning, I leaned in and kissed him. A moan escaped his lips and got me excited; I could feel sparks of electricity when his hand crept onto my back.
“Fuma!” He huffed. “I hear footsteps!”
I gritted my teeth as I pulled apart. “You’re coming over my house after work, we have some talking to do. No excuses.”
“Just talking?”
“What, hoping for something more?”
I chuckled as Nakajima bit his lips, still red in the face.
Quietly, I got off his lap and flopped down beside him before the door swings open. This time, our sides touched. There was something addictive about his body heat, and I obviously can’t get enough.
“Remind me I need to thank the author.” I whispered jokingly as the rest of our members walked in. He rolled his eyes and swatted my thigh, I just grabbed his hand and give it a slight squeeze in response.
---
The five minutes wait stretched to ten. Nakajima took his time to change today and I was restless while I wait.
“Come on out already Nakajima, stop hiding in there.” I called out to him.
“I’m not hiding.” Came his response.
“Ok, then stop fussing over your clothes. They’re fine, I love them.”
“How do you…”
“Know? I know you better than you know yourself sweetheart.”
He comes out of the dressing room, clutching onto his bag tightly and gave me a weird look. I simply shrugged and pulled him towards the carpark.
The usually boring trip back home was a little more enjoyable with Nakajima’s presence today. He tried to make small talk, but we quickly ran out of topic.
“So,” I broke the silence. “For how long?”
“How long what?”
“Have you been in love with me?”
“I don’t know. I fell in love before I knew it. Reading all those FumaKen fanfiction made me think about us even more.”
“Same here, except I don’t read fanfictions. I’d rather we write our own story you know.”
For the first time today, he smiled.
He quietly followed me into my house; my parents were out with my siblings for some family bonding time without me, so we were all alone for the day.
I watched as he started to move my furniture, wondering what he was up to. When he was finally done, there was a space in the middle of my living room. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the space.
“Let’s dance.”
“What? Here? I can’t…” I gulped, staring at him helplessly. It was embarrassing to admit that I can’t dance to him. For him, I wanted to be someone who could do everything.
“I’ll teach you.” He smiled gently, guiding my hands to their respective places.
Soon, we were swaying back and forth to an invisible tune with our bodies pressed against one another.
“I like this Nakajima, you have a way with romantic stuffs.”
“Fuma, do you think we will be alright?” he asked suddenly, “I don’t want to risk everything we have right now.”
“I don’t know, and that’s why we are gonna try. We will probably be fine.”
We dance a little more until I tripped and fell on the couch.
“You’re pretty good for a beginner.” Nakajima laughed.
“Shut up. And put my furniture back in their rightful places, would you?”
I got up and headed towards the kitchen to grab us both a drink. I came back shortly with two glasses of orange juice, only to accidentally spilled them on Nakajima when he bumped into me when shifting the couch back to its original place.
“Damn. I’m sorry. Go to my room and grab a clean shirt. And give me yours, I’ll go wash them.”
He stripped and I couldn’t help but to stare. I darted my eyes away when he handed me his shirt and make my way to soak his shirt with some detergent.
Nakajima came out of my room a short while after, in my favourite black and white striped shirt.
“I’m gonna steal this shirt.” He told me, sniffing the sleeves. I rolled my eyes, keeping my comment that he looked good in it to myself. “And why do all your shirts smell so nice?”
“What Nakajima, you went to sniff all my shirts?”
He blushed. I laughed and pulled him into my arms for a cuddle. Then, I dragged him into my room and grabbed my laptop before we settled down comfortably on my bed.
“What’s the laptop for?”
“To write our own story. FumaKen non-fiction.” I grinned.
“Are you serious?”
“We’ll post it as a fanfiction, no one will know anyway. And we can practice our English as well…”
We discussed the plot and setting, filling our ideas onto a blank word document. Nakajima came up with a couple of date ideas and I noted them, telling myself that I have to find some time to make them come true someday.
When the story was finally done, we posted the story under a fake account we shared.
“Stay over.” I said as I put the laptop away. “It’s getting late anyway.”
Nakajima nodded and hugged my pillow. I bit my lip, jealous of the pillow at that moment. I tried to yank the pillow away from him but he held on to it tightly.
“Let go and hug me instead you idiot!”
He laughed, and his laughter was contagious. I ended up laughing along with him, after getting rid of the pillow in his arms.
“I’m glad I fell in love with you.”
“Me too.”
With that, we drift off to dreamland together.
Author: akastranger
Pairing Involved: Fuma x Kento
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Slice of life
Warning: Unbeta’d
Summary: -
Author’s Note: Happy Birthday Mandy! And thanks to Michelle for helping me with some ideas.
Word count: 1,505 words
He ignored my greeting and continued looking at his cellphone as I flopped down beside him. The mere centimetres separating us frustrated me, and the silence that hangs in the air suffocated me. I so badly wanted to reach out and run my fingers across his skin, in his hair, or anywhere that belongs to him. I want him to look at me; but here I am, sitting still and afraid to disturb his moment of peace.
Nakajima oozed charm from his pores, and the charm somehow formed an invisible barrier around him. Searching for reasons to break through that barrier to touch him drove me crazy.
I watched him play with his cellphone through the mirror, wondering what got his attention. He didn’t even bother returning my greeting; perhaps he had not heard me, I was not sure. Suddenly, there was a flush of red on his cheeks and he looked up from his cellphone, jumping when he saw me as if he had just seen a ghost.
Yeah baby, I’m your ghost.
“H-Hi there… At least greet me when you’re here!” he cried out.
“I greeted you Nakajima, and you ignored me!” I growled, frowning at him.
“Oh… I’m sorry. I-I was reading.” He gulped. His eyes darted to the side, refusing to meet mine.
“Obviously my presence was nothing compared to whatever you’re reading.” I clicked my tongue, still bothered by the tiny gap between us.
“Don’t say it that way, I-I’m sorry okay.” He muttered quietly, tucking his cellphone away in one of his coat’s pocket.
I almost groan when he moved further away from me, towards the end of the couch. I don’t need that much space Nakajima, I wanted to tell him. He can sit on my lap for all I care. Our eyes locked gazes through the mirror and I could see his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.
“So, care to tell me what got you so red in the face?” I asked, deliberately shifting nearer to him. Our knees touched and he flinched.
“T-that’s n-none of your business!” He retorted.
“You’re stuttering.” I stated. That’s cute, I almost said. Swiftly, I reached into his pocket and fished out his cellphone.
“NO!” He cried, trying to yank the phone away, but I was faster. Grabbing his hands, I straddled him and pinned his hands against the couch.
“Your reaction is making me even more curious Nakajima.” Soon, the lock screen was undone. The code was his birthdate; I have seen him type it before.
“Please Fuma, give it back.” He wriggled under my grip, but I was stronger. Maybe he wasn’t really trying, I don’t know.
The last app he used was internet explorer. Tap. A site full of English words popped up after tapping the last visited URL. I skimmed through the contents, then chuckled.
“Seriously Nakajima? FumaKen R-rated fanfiction?” I dropped the cellphone back to the depths of his pocket and let go of his hands.
We stared at each other in a moment of silence.
“Didn’t know you were a fan.” I smirked. He covered his face with both his hands, but I reached out and pulled them apart. “You like me too?”
He looked into my eyes and squirmed, probably uncomfortable by my weight. “You said ‘too’. Do you like me as well?”
“Yes Nakajima.” I leaned forward and whispered in his ears. I could feel him shiver. Without warning, I leaned in and kissed him. A moan escaped his lips and got me excited; I could feel sparks of electricity when his hand crept onto my back.
“Fuma!” He huffed. “I hear footsteps!”
I gritted my teeth as I pulled apart. “You’re coming over my house after work, we have some talking to do. No excuses.”
“Just talking?”
“What, hoping for something more?”
I chuckled as Nakajima bit his lips, still red in the face.
Quietly, I got off his lap and flopped down beside him before the door swings open. This time, our sides touched. There was something addictive about his body heat, and I obviously can’t get enough.
“Remind me I need to thank the author.” I whispered jokingly as the rest of our members walked in. He rolled his eyes and swatted my thigh, I just grabbed his hand and give it a slight squeeze in response.
---
The five minutes wait stretched to ten. Nakajima took his time to change today and I was restless while I wait.
“Come on out already Nakajima, stop hiding in there.” I called out to him.
“I’m not hiding.” Came his response.
“Ok, then stop fussing over your clothes. They’re fine, I love them.”
“How do you…”
“Know? I know you better than you know yourself sweetheart.”
He comes out of the dressing room, clutching onto his bag tightly and gave me a weird look. I simply shrugged and pulled him towards the carpark.
The usually boring trip back home was a little more enjoyable with Nakajima’s presence today. He tried to make small talk, but we quickly ran out of topic.
“So,” I broke the silence. “For how long?”
“How long what?”
“Have you been in love with me?”
“I don’t know. I fell in love before I knew it. Reading all those FumaKen fanfiction made me think about us even more.”
“Same here, except I don’t read fanfictions. I’d rather we write our own story you know.”
For the first time today, he smiled.
He quietly followed me into my house; my parents were out with my siblings for some family bonding time without me, so we were all alone for the day.
I watched as he started to move my furniture, wondering what he was up to. When he was finally done, there was a space in the middle of my living room. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the space.
“Let’s dance.”
“What? Here? I can’t…” I gulped, staring at him helplessly. It was embarrassing to admit that I can’t dance to him. For him, I wanted to be someone who could do everything.
“I’ll teach you.” He smiled gently, guiding my hands to their respective places.
Soon, we were swaying back and forth to an invisible tune with our bodies pressed against one another.
“I like this Nakajima, you have a way with romantic stuffs.”
“Fuma, do you think we will be alright?” he asked suddenly, “I don’t want to risk everything we have right now.”
“I don’t know, and that’s why we are gonna try. We will probably be fine.”
We dance a little more until I tripped and fell on the couch.
“You’re pretty good for a beginner.” Nakajima laughed.
“Shut up. And put my furniture back in their rightful places, would you?”
I got up and headed towards the kitchen to grab us both a drink. I came back shortly with two glasses of orange juice, only to accidentally spilled them on Nakajima when he bumped into me when shifting the couch back to its original place.
“Damn. I’m sorry. Go to my room and grab a clean shirt. And give me yours, I’ll go wash them.”
He stripped and I couldn’t help but to stare. I darted my eyes away when he handed me his shirt and make my way to soak his shirt with some detergent.
Nakajima came out of my room a short while after, in my favourite black and white striped shirt.
“I’m gonna steal this shirt.” He told me, sniffing the sleeves. I rolled my eyes, keeping my comment that he looked good in it to myself. “And why do all your shirts smell so nice?”
“What Nakajima, you went to sniff all my shirts?”
He blushed. I laughed and pulled him into my arms for a cuddle. Then, I dragged him into my room and grabbed my laptop before we settled down comfortably on my bed.
“What’s the laptop for?”
“To write our own story. FumaKen non-fiction.” I grinned.
“Are you serious?”
“We’ll post it as a fanfiction, no one will know anyway. And we can practice our English as well…”
We discussed the plot and setting, filling our ideas onto a blank word document. Nakajima came up with a couple of date ideas and I noted them, telling myself that I have to find some time to make them come true someday.
When the story was finally done, we posted the story under a fake account we shared.
“Stay over.” I said as I put the laptop away. “It’s getting late anyway.”
Nakajima nodded and hugged my pillow. I bit my lip, jealous of the pillow at that moment. I tried to yank the pillow away from him but he held on to it tightly.
“Let go and hug me instead you idiot!”
He laughed, and his laughter was contagious. I ended up laughing along with him, after getting rid of the pillow in his arms.
“I’m glad I fell in love with you.”
“Me too.”
With that, we drift off to dreamland together.