[Oneshot] 笑顔
Title: smile
Author: Alyce
Pairing: Okada/Ken
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Rating: PG (for some secret kissing xD)
Summary: Okada gets jealous of Ken kissing other men, and decides to do something about it... but because he just can't get himself to tell Ken directly of how he feels, things start to get a little more complicated than he had originally hoped.
A/N: I'm still getting used to trying to figure out how everything works here... (in the midst of trying to figure out how Annie organized everything in this journal...) but here is my first fanfic! xD I don't think Annie's written a V6 fanfiction before, but no worries, although I won't write about all of them, I'm also a fan of HSJ, NEWS, Arashi, Kanjani8, KAT-TUN, Kis-My-Ft2, etc. She's doing better, if you may be wondering. :)
Ring…
Click.
“Hey, Ken.”
“Oh, hey, Okada! What’s up?”
“I… I just wanted to wish you luck tonight, on your last show.”
“Oh! You mean for ‘Lovely Baby’?”
“Yeah… good luck, Ken,”
“Thanks!”
A pause…
“Was there anything else you called me for, Okada?”
“No, that was it.”
“Oh, okay… Thanks again, then. I’ll see you tomorrow!”
“See you.”
The line went dead.
Okada heaved a sigh, tucking his cell phone back into his pocket. I wish… I wish I could say more. But he knew deep down, there really was nothing stopping him from doing so. Nothing, except himself. Looking down at the newspaper in his hand, a jarring ache gripped at his chest. It was an interview of Ken regarding his newest stage play, and in it, his friend had reportedly said, “This was my first time kissing a man. His lips were surprisingly soft.”
Okada grimaced. He could just imagine Ken’s high-pitched giggle filling the air as he had spoken those words. Am I… jealous? He tried to ask himself in disbelief. But there was no way, he told himself. There was nothing to be jealous of. If Ken wanted to go around kissing guys and bragging about how soft their lips were, it wasn’t any of Okada’s business. Instinctively, he felt his fingers touching his own lips, feeling strangely insecure. Why hadn’t he been the one to steal Ken’s first kiss? Were his lips not soft enough?
Shocked by his own thoughts, Okada hastily shook the notion out of his mind. He was not imagining himself kissing… kissing Ken.
He was not.
~~
Okada firmly controlled himself that night, restraining himself from allowing any thoughts of Ken… or his soft lips… invade his mind. But the next morning, when he went to rehearsal and saw Ken right there in front of him, he couldn’t help but stare at his friend’s soft pink lips. Okada could feel warmth growing in his cheeks as he continued to gaze, but he couldn’t find the strength to tear his eyes away. Whenever Ken smiled, and his lips curved upward, Okada could feel his own lips yearning to do the same. His smile was infectious.
“Okada?”
Ken had finally noticed his friend had been spacing out, seeing Okada’s eyes failing to meet his own.
“Yeah?” Okada quickly snapped out of his daydreaming and looked up to meet Ken’s gaze. For a second, he was transfixed, captured by his friend’s eyes. But Okada turned away before he could lose control of himself any longer.
“Are you all right?” Ken smiled, putting an arm around his Okada’s shoulders. Okada could feel his heart pounding in his chest nervously, but he managed to keep his stoic outer appearance.
“Yeah, why do you ask?” he questioned calmly.
“You seem kind of out of it today,” Ken raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Oh! And your phone call, from yesterday, that was really… random.” He frowned, as if troubled by the thought. “Not that I didn’t appreciate it, I was really happy to hear your voice right before I went on stage. I know we always say we’ll support each other in V6 and all, but it’s not like you call me every time I do a stage play…”
Ken shrugged when Okada didn’t reply.
“Oh well! I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m still happy you thought of me!” He smiled widely.
Okada felt his heart skip a beat. Ken’s smile was just too… cute.
~~
After practice, Okada decided it was now or never. He had given up trying to deny that something was going on with his feelings towards Ken. Otherwise, his eyes wouldn’t have continuously been drawn back Ken so incessantly. He wasn’t sure yet what he was going to do, but he made up his mind to follow Ken home, and figure out something to confront him about then. He had to confront Ken about what he was doing to his heart… to his mind. Something about Ken was causing the older friend to dominate Okada’s thoughts, and he had to get Ken to stop it.
Slowly, Okada trailed behind Ken, his mind still clouded with conflictions, debating his next move. But as he watched Ken make his way up the front steps of his house, Okada realized he was out of time to plan, and so, on a sudden impulse, he snuck up behind Ken and covered his hands over Ken’s eyes.
“What’s going on!?” Ken immediately reacted, taken aback by the sudden ambush. “Who is this?!” He tried to fight back, but Okada refused to let go.
“Me,” Okada murmured into his friend’s ear, trying his best to whisper so hoarsely that Ken wouldn’t be able to recognize his voice. “Don’t worry,” he tried to stop Ken from protesting. “I’m your friend… from V6,” was all he could think of to say.
“V6?” Ken’s voice turned to an amused tone, his remonstrations stopping almost immediately. “Who is this? Sakamoto?” he giggled, high-pitched and airy.
Okada was not amused by his incorrect guess. But he couldn’t give himself away. “Ken, close your eyes,” he continued, ignoring his friend’s previous question.
“All right,” He played along, smiling up at Okada. Okada then turned Ken’s body around, seeing his eyes were now closed. “So what is this for?” Ken asked curiously. “A surprise?”
“Yes,” Okada answered, his breath now a whisper. He found himself gazing longingly at Ken’s lips once again, and slowly, slowly, he lost control of his body. Giving in to temptation, Okada leaned in, trembling as he gently, gently, met Ken’s soft, pink, alluring lips with his own.
To be honest, Okada hadn’t even expected Ken to respond, but to his surprise, Ken began to deepen the kiss. Softly, his lips brushed against Okada, as if teasing him, leaving him with an aching desire for more when Ken suddenly pulled away, surprised by his own encouragement.
“W-Who… who are you again?”
“Me,” Okada choked, his mind still blurred from the shock of what had just happened.
“Tell me who you are… please…” Ken begged. But when he finally couldn’t hold back his curiosity any longer and he opened his eyes…
…no one was there.
~~
Okada was plagued by thoughts of Ken all that night. He couldn’t even force the fantasies away anymore. He found himself impulsively touching his fingers to his lips, as if desperate to feel Ken’s kiss once more. His fingers were shaking, but he soon got used to the sensation of losing all control over his own body. What have I done? He repeatedly asked himself. Ken… The image of his friend’s smile, the sound of Ken’s giggle, the feeling of Ken’s lips… he couldn’t get them out of his mind. He didn’t know what was happening to himself anymore. Everything felt so… foreign.
But he did know one thing.
Ken hadn’t rejected his kiss.
By encouraging him to kiss him further, didn’t that mean Ken had felt Okada’s lips were soft, too? Did Ken want his kiss? Was there any way for Okada to find out?
He told himself to forget it, to never think of Ken again. But Okada knew, he knew there was only one way to find the answers to his questions.
He had to kiss Ken again.
~~
In order to stop himself from getting distracted by Ken’s lips, Okada commanded himself to stare at the adjacent wall throughout the entirety of practice. He wouldn’t look at Ken, no matter what. By not thinking about it, he hoped he would not be able to talk himself out of his plan. And as luck, or perhaps desperate desire, would have it, he succeeded. The plan would go on.
After practice ended, Okada grabbed Ken’s wallet from his bag and hid it in his own locker, so that for sure, Ken would be the last one left behind, searching his missing wallet. Okada even pretended to walk away himself, so that Ken wouldn’t get any ideas as to his identity.
Once Ken was alone, Okada turned off the lights.
Ken cried out at the sudden darkness, but Okada immediately ran to his side, gently wrapping his arms around his friend’s waist before he could move from where Okada had last seen him before he had been engulfed by the darkness.
“What’s going on?!” Ken yelped, fighting off Okada’s grip once more.
“Shh… It’s me,” Okada whispered hoarsely once again.
“You…” Ken’s voice sounded frail, almost scared. “Tell me who you are,” he demanded weakly.
“I… I can’t tell you.”
“But I… I want to know.” Ken pleaded.
Okada didn’t reply. He merely tightened his hug around Ken’s waist protectively, pulling his friend’s body into the warmth of his beating chest.
Ken stopped fighting back. In the darkness, Okada heard his friend sigh as he gave in, melting into Okada’s arms. Ken murmured softly, “I feel like I… I’m safe here.”
“You are safe. I would never hurt you,” Okada whispered back gently.
“I want to trust you. I trust all of V6… but I don’t even know who you are…” Ken paused. “…Okada?”
“Wh-What?” Okada immediately let go of his grip.
“So you are Okada, then!” Triumph resounded in Ken’s happy tone.
“K-Ken...”
“Okada… Why do you insist on hiding from me?”
Okada could just imagine his friend’s mischievous smile. “I-I…” he didn’t know how to reply.
“Come with me,” Ken ordered, grabbing hold of Okada’s hand and pulling him along as he made his way blindly over to the door. As the flung the door open, light poured into the room, and Okada could finally see Ken’s infectious smile once again.
“Isn’t this much easier?” Ken giggled softly.
“Ken…” Okada smiled back in relief that his friend seemed to be accepting of who he was. “How… How did you know it was me?”
“I just… I guess I’m just so used to hearing your voice…” Ken murmured, bringing his lips to Okada’s ear. “Whispering to me in my dreams…”
Okada’s heart began to pound furiously once more. “K-Ken?” He stammered, feeling Ken’s hands snaking around his neck. “You dream about… me?” He asked softly, afraid of what Ken was really trying to say.
“Only every night,” Ken whispered, resting his head on Okada’s chest, he could feel his friend’s heart beat racing wildly, and he smiled. “Does knowing this make you happy?” He inquired playfully.
Okada gulped, a warm blush colored his countenance. “I…”
“I love you,” Ken finished his sentence for him before he could trip over any more of his words. “I love you, Okada.” He confessed, his eyes gazing up into Okada’s with a deep sincerity Okada had never witnessed before.
“K-Ken…” Okada’s thoughts jumbled in his mind, he could barely comprehend what was happening. “But aren’t you angry at me? For… for kissing you?”
“Why would I be angry?” A look of innocent confusion flashed across Ken’s cute smile. “I was just about to do the same to you,” he giggled as he leaned in.
Okada couldn’t find any words to reply, Ken had stolen his breath away. The only thing Okada could do, was smile back in simple happiness.
Author: Alyce
Pairing: Okada/Ken
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Rating: PG (for some secret kissing xD)
Summary: Okada gets jealous of Ken kissing other men, and decides to do something about it... but because he just can't get himself to tell Ken directly of how he feels, things start to get a little more complicated than he had originally hoped.
A/N: I'm still getting used to trying to figure out how everything works here... (in the midst of trying to figure out how Annie organized everything in this journal...) but here is my first fanfic! xD I don't think Annie's written a V6 fanfiction before, but no worries, although I won't write about all of them, I'm also a fan of HSJ, NEWS, Arashi, Kanjani8, KAT-TUN, Kis-My-Ft2, etc. She's doing better, if you may be wondering. :)
Ring…
Click.
“Hey, Ken.”
“Oh, hey, Okada! What’s up?”
“I… I just wanted to wish you luck tonight, on your last show.”
“Oh! You mean for ‘Lovely Baby’?”
“Yeah… good luck, Ken,”
“Thanks!”
A pause…
“Was there anything else you called me for, Okada?”
“No, that was it.”
“Oh, okay… Thanks again, then. I’ll see you tomorrow!”
“See you.”
The line went dead.
Okada heaved a sigh, tucking his cell phone back into his pocket. I wish… I wish I could say more. But he knew deep down, there really was nothing stopping him from doing so. Nothing, except himself. Looking down at the newspaper in his hand, a jarring ache gripped at his chest. It was an interview of Ken regarding his newest stage play, and in it, his friend had reportedly said, “This was my first time kissing a man. His lips were surprisingly soft.”
Okada grimaced. He could just imagine Ken’s high-pitched giggle filling the air as he had spoken those words. Am I… jealous? He tried to ask himself in disbelief. But there was no way, he told himself. There was nothing to be jealous of. If Ken wanted to go around kissing guys and bragging about how soft their lips were, it wasn’t any of Okada’s business. Instinctively, he felt his fingers touching his own lips, feeling strangely insecure. Why hadn’t he been the one to steal Ken’s first kiss? Were his lips not soft enough?
Shocked by his own thoughts, Okada hastily shook the notion out of his mind. He was not imagining himself kissing… kissing Ken.
He was not.
~~
Okada firmly controlled himself that night, restraining himself from allowing any thoughts of Ken… or his soft lips… invade his mind. But the next morning, when he went to rehearsal and saw Ken right there in front of him, he couldn’t help but stare at his friend’s soft pink lips. Okada could feel warmth growing in his cheeks as he continued to gaze, but he couldn’t find the strength to tear his eyes away. Whenever Ken smiled, and his lips curved upward, Okada could feel his own lips yearning to do the same. His smile was infectious.
“Okada?”
Ken had finally noticed his friend had been spacing out, seeing Okada’s eyes failing to meet his own.
“Yeah?” Okada quickly snapped out of his daydreaming and looked up to meet Ken’s gaze. For a second, he was transfixed, captured by his friend’s eyes. But Okada turned away before he could lose control of himself any longer.
“Are you all right?” Ken smiled, putting an arm around his Okada’s shoulders. Okada could feel his heart pounding in his chest nervously, but he managed to keep his stoic outer appearance.
“Yeah, why do you ask?” he questioned calmly.
“You seem kind of out of it today,” Ken raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Oh! And your phone call, from yesterday, that was really… random.” He frowned, as if troubled by the thought. “Not that I didn’t appreciate it, I was really happy to hear your voice right before I went on stage. I know we always say we’ll support each other in V6 and all, but it’s not like you call me every time I do a stage play…”
Ken shrugged when Okada didn’t reply.
“Oh well! I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m still happy you thought of me!” He smiled widely.
Okada felt his heart skip a beat. Ken’s smile was just too… cute.
~~
After practice, Okada decided it was now or never. He had given up trying to deny that something was going on with his feelings towards Ken. Otherwise, his eyes wouldn’t have continuously been drawn back Ken so incessantly. He wasn’t sure yet what he was going to do, but he made up his mind to follow Ken home, and figure out something to confront him about then. He had to confront Ken about what he was doing to his heart… to his mind. Something about Ken was causing the older friend to dominate Okada’s thoughts, and he had to get Ken to stop it.
Slowly, Okada trailed behind Ken, his mind still clouded with conflictions, debating his next move. But as he watched Ken make his way up the front steps of his house, Okada realized he was out of time to plan, and so, on a sudden impulse, he snuck up behind Ken and covered his hands over Ken’s eyes.
“What’s going on!?” Ken immediately reacted, taken aback by the sudden ambush. “Who is this?!” He tried to fight back, but Okada refused to let go.
“Me,” Okada murmured into his friend’s ear, trying his best to whisper so hoarsely that Ken wouldn’t be able to recognize his voice. “Don’t worry,” he tried to stop Ken from protesting. “I’m your friend… from V6,” was all he could think of to say.
“V6?” Ken’s voice turned to an amused tone, his remonstrations stopping almost immediately. “Who is this? Sakamoto?” he giggled, high-pitched and airy.
Okada was not amused by his incorrect guess. But he couldn’t give himself away. “Ken, close your eyes,” he continued, ignoring his friend’s previous question.
“All right,” He played along, smiling up at Okada. Okada then turned Ken’s body around, seeing his eyes were now closed. “So what is this for?” Ken asked curiously. “A surprise?”
“Yes,” Okada answered, his breath now a whisper. He found himself gazing longingly at Ken’s lips once again, and slowly, slowly, he lost control of his body. Giving in to temptation, Okada leaned in, trembling as he gently, gently, met Ken’s soft, pink, alluring lips with his own.
To be honest, Okada hadn’t even expected Ken to respond, but to his surprise, Ken began to deepen the kiss. Softly, his lips brushed against Okada, as if teasing him, leaving him with an aching desire for more when Ken suddenly pulled away, surprised by his own encouragement.
“W-Who… who are you again?”
“Me,” Okada choked, his mind still blurred from the shock of what had just happened.
“Tell me who you are… please…” Ken begged. But when he finally couldn’t hold back his curiosity any longer and he opened his eyes…
…no one was there.
~~
Okada was plagued by thoughts of Ken all that night. He couldn’t even force the fantasies away anymore. He found himself impulsively touching his fingers to his lips, as if desperate to feel Ken’s kiss once more. His fingers were shaking, but he soon got used to the sensation of losing all control over his own body. What have I done? He repeatedly asked himself. Ken… The image of his friend’s smile, the sound of Ken’s giggle, the feeling of Ken’s lips… he couldn’t get them out of his mind. He didn’t know what was happening to himself anymore. Everything felt so… foreign.
But he did know one thing.
Ken hadn’t rejected his kiss.
By encouraging him to kiss him further, didn’t that mean Ken had felt Okada’s lips were soft, too? Did Ken want his kiss? Was there any way for Okada to find out?
He told himself to forget it, to never think of Ken again. But Okada knew, he knew there was only one way to find the answers to his questions.
He had to kiss Ken again.
~~
In order to stop himself from getting distracted by Ken’s lips, Okada commanded himself to stare at the adjacent wall throughout the entirety of practice. He wouldn’t look at Ken, no matter what. By not thinking about it, he hoped he would not be able to talk himself out of his plan. And as luck, or perhaps desperate desire, would have it, he succeeded. The plan would go on.
After practice ended, Okada grabbed Ken’s wallet from his bag and hid it in his own locker, so that for sure, Ken would be the last one left behind, searching his missing wallet. Okada even pretended to walk away himself, so that Ken wouldn’t get any ideas as to his identity.
Once Ken was alone, Okada turned off the lights.
Ken cried out at the sudden darkness, but Okada immediately ran to his side, gently wrapping his arms around his friend’s waist before he could move from where Okada had last seen him before he had been engulfed by the darkness.
“What’s going on?!” Ken yelped, fighting off Okada’s grip once more.
“Shh… It’s me,” Okada whispered hoarsely once again.
“You…” Ken’s voice sounded frail, almost scared. “Tell me who you are,” he demanded weakly.
“I… I can’t tell you.”
“But I… I want to know.” Ken pleaded.
Okada didn’t reply. He merely tightened his hug around Ken’s waist protectively, pulling his friend’s body into the warmth of his beating chest.
Ken stopped fighting back. In the darkness, Okada heard his friend sigh as he gave in, melting into Okada’s arms. Ken murmured softly, “I feel like I… I’m safe here.”
“You are safe. I would never hurt you,” Okada whispered back gently.
“I want to trust you. I trust all of V6… but I don’t even know who you are…” Ken paused. “…Okada?”
“Wh-What?” Okada immediately let go of his grip.
“So you are Okada, then!” Triumph resounded in Ken’s happy tone.
“K-Ken...”
“Okada… Why do you insist on hiding from me?”
Okada could just imagine his friend’s mischievous smile. “I-I…” he didn’t know how to reply.
“Come with me,” Ken ordered, grabbing hold of Okada’s hand and pulling him along as he made his way blindly over to the door. As the flung the door open, light poured into the room, and Okada could finally see Ken’s infectious smile once again.
“Isn’t this much easier?” Ken giggled softly.
“Ken…” Okada smiled back in relief that his friend seemed to be accepting of who he was. “How… How did you know it was me?”
“I just… I guess I’m just so used to hearing your voice…” Ken murmured, bringing his lips to Okada’s ear. “Whispering to me in my dreams…”
Okada’s heart began to pound furiously once more. “K-Ken?” He stammered, feeling Ken’s hands snaking around his neck. “You dream about… me?” He asked softly, afraid of what Ken was really trying to say.
“Only every night,” Ken whispered, resting his head on Okada’s chest, he could feel his friend’s heart beat racing wildly, and he smiled. “Does knowing this make you happy?” He inquired playfully.
Okada gulped, a warm blush colored his countenance. “I…”
“I love you,” Ken finished his sentence for him before he could trip over any more of his words. “I love you, Okada.” He confessed, his eyes gazing up into Okada’s with a deep sincerity Okada had never witnessed before.
“K-Ken…” Okada’s thoughts jumbled in his mind, he could barely comprehend what was happening. “But aren’t you angry at me? For… for kissing you?”
“Why would I be angry?” A look of innocent confusion flashed across Ken’s cute smile. “I was just about to do the same to you,” he giggled as he leaned in.
Okada couldn’t find any words to reply, Ken had stolen his breath away. The only thing Okada could do, was smile back in simple happiness.