Title: 8 Kisses for New Year.
Group: NEWS/Kanjani8 (Ryo.), Arashi, Jrs., Hey!Say!JUMP, U-Kiss.
Pairing: See below.
Rating: G? PG13 for kissing?
Warning: Bad English, not betaed, sappy and lame.
Summary: 8 pairings, 8 kisses for the New Year.
N/A: It was supposed to be 11 kisses, because it's 2011 and all, but I got fed up and stopped hehe. The other three were MakkyJun, Murakura and Soobum, let me know if you reeeeaaally want to see any of these. Anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR LOVELIES! ♥♥♥ My dearest
brandnewwind is away in a trip, so this is not betaed. And this is sappy till its last word. By the way, I didn't proof-read this because I'm a lousy gurrl.
#1. NEWS, Tegomass.
“Aren’t you tired?” Massu broke the silence, mouth full with delicious spicy gyoza. Tegoshi took a whole second to understand that he was talking to him, humming questioningly. “We just got out the concert and all.”
Tegoshi smiled serenely, eating some of his yakisoba in a distracted, slow pace. Snow was falling outside, all too calmly compared with the state of excitement of people in the streets and in the restaurant they were at.
“The shower washed the tiredness away from me,” Tegoshi assured him, waving a hand as if to dismiss the subject. “I think I’ll order more wine…”
“’better order it soon, it takes waiter-san long to reach here,” Massu said playfully, eating some takoyaki. What kind of restaurant serves takoyaki? That detail was what led Massu to make them enter there -and the fact that they’d have the exclusive room for them, of course. “Won’t you eat anything else? I’m paying, remember?”
Tegoshi eyed the menu thoughtlessly, a small grin creeping on his lips. Massu frowned. What was Tegoshi grinning at?
“Actually, I’m the one paying,” he said carelessly, as if he had read Massu’s thoughts. It made the older boy freeze, looking at all the empty plates in front of him.
“You are paying?? Are you feeling alright?” Massu stood up from his chair to put a hand on Tegoshi’s forehead, a jestingly worried face on. Tegoshi chuckled from behind the menu. “I can’t remember the last time you did this! Is everything okay?”
Instead of answering, Tegoshi slowly put down the menu and also stood up, reaching his hand out towards Massu’s face. With some effort, he managed to cup the older boys cheek and pull his face closer over the table, kissing his lips slowly, tasting the faint flavor of meat and spices; it didn’t take a second for Massu to start responding, the hand on Tegoshi’s forehead sliding up to his hair and caressing the brownish locks.
“It’s new year,” Tegoshi whispered when they parted from the kiss. They sat down, aware that someone could walk into the room at any moment to check on their costumers. “It’s my way to celebrate special occasions.”
Massu giggled, eating another gyoza and chewing happily. Thank God, no matter how many years passed by, the harmlessly self-centered Tegoshi would never change.
#2. NEWS/Kanjani8, Ryopi.
“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”
It was the nth time Ryo said that, and the nth time Yamapi answered just with an obnoxious smile. Well, you can’t blame Ryo; when your plans for the first day of the year are sleeping, sleeping and more sleeping, is a bit upsetting (to say the least) to give up on that because your idiotic best friend is dragging you to a trip to Korea.
“You’re so whiny! Smile! You’re alive to see another year!” Yamapi raised his arms, pirouetting like a drunkard on the empty streets. Ryo was not amused; actually, he was freezing.
“I shouldn’t have to come to another country to discover that,” Ryo mumbled, holding Yamapi’s shoulders. “And would you just stop? I can see ‘drunk Japanese stars displaying embarrassing celebration on New year’ written all over tomorrow’s Korean papers.”
“But I’m not drunk!” Yamapi justified, stopping at the contact and pointing to Ryo. “Are you drunk?”
“No,” Ryo said firmly. “But people would assume we are, since you’re spinning like an idiot.”
“People are sleeping right now, like you wanted to be,” Yamapi tsk-ed and freed himself from Ryo’s grip, taking his hands and lacing their fingers instead. “Or with their most significant other, like I am.”
Ryo doesn’t blush, because Sexy Osaka Man does not blush under any situation. He does scoff and roll his eyes, though.
“You acknowledge my sleepiness and still dragged me all the way to Korea,” he points out, but his voice is cooing and affectionate, just like he knows Pi loves. The younger man is a total sap. “Tomohisa, you are the worst.”
“I know, right?” Yamapi chuckled stupidly - Ryo’s special voice doing its magic on him - and pulled Ryo’s hands, leaning forward to meet his lips in a kiss.
The kiss was brief and innocent, but warm, like sleeping under soft blankets during a cold night. They pulled away slowly, looking at each other with half-closed eyes.
“If this doesn’t make into the news tomorrow, I buy you dinner,” Ryo said a bit grumpily, resuming his walk with Yamapi - now with their hands connected.
“If my manager doesn’t kill me for skipping tomorrow’s practice, I’ll buy you dinner,” Pi threw back, laughing.
“… you have practice tomorrow,” Ryo facepalmed. “I can’t wait to see the end of this.”
#3. Arashi/Jrs., Junma.
It’s 5AM when Toma wakes up - or rather, is waken up by the doorbell. He takes a while to actually wake up, maybe three rings or four?, because the very last thing he’s waiting for on January 1st is for someone to pay him a visit at 5AM.
He doesn’t even bother to wear a proper shirt, or proper pants, for that matter; the only thing he does is to lazily finger-brush his hair before walking to the door and opening it, eyes opening just the necessary to see who could be there at such an ungodly hour. When he spots something that looks like a suit, realization hits him - of course it’d be that person, who else?
“Hi,” Matsujun says, swaying on the ball of his feet and smiling. “Can I come in?”
Toma says nothing more complex than a grumble, opening the door completely so his fancy friend could enter. He clumsily locks the door after him, not able of thinking about anything other than coming back to bed.
“’tcha doing here?” he asks in that alien language that mixes his zuzuben with sleepiness. Matsujun, however, has practically a PhD in such language.
“Just checking out how you are, you know,” the Arashi member was looking at the window, just then turning to face Toma. “We didn’t see each other this night.”
“Kouhaku,” The junior shrugs, sitting beside his friend on the couch. “Recorded it.”
“You did?” Matsujun looks at him with raised eyebrows, and Toma just nods, not awake enough to feel embarrassed by that.
“Nagase-senpai,” he does, however, point out his excuse for recording the show. “Asked me.”
Matsujun laughs, a humming laugh that sounds mocking but also amused. Toma clicks his tongue, throwing his older friend the sleepy glare of death while the latter faces him with an arrogant smile. After some seconds with that silent battle happening, Matsujun leans forward and brushes his lips against Toma’s, like a light and intimate caress, quick and chaste. The way how Toma’s glare is softened after the kiss is visible.
“Ha,” the actor mumbles, pointing at Matsujun in mockery. Jun laughs and pulls Toma’s shoulders, nesting the junior against his chest.
“Sleep,” he commands in a soothing voice, and Toma is more than happy to comply - specially when Jun’s arms are around him like that.
#4. Hey!Say!JUMP, NakaChii.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Yuto asked, watching with slightly worried eyes as Chinen slouched on the metal bar. “I’m sorry for making you stay up till so late.”
“Who said you made me do anything?” Chinen laughed, making a big effort to keep his eyes open. Yuto gave a faint smile, inching closer to his younger friend. “What time is it? There’s no one in the train.”
“Around 4AM?” Yuto offered, voice hesitant. “I hope my mother won’t see me coming back. I told her I’d sleep on Takaki’s house tonight.”
“I told mine that I’d sleep on yours…” Chinen trailed off and they faced each other, anxiousness taking their faces for a moment. Then, not resisting, they broke in giggles, Yuto wrapping an arm around Chinen’s shoulders.
“We can come up with something. I’ll tell my mother that Takaki’s father gave us a ride home!” was what Yuto came up with, smiling proudly. “Solved. I do hope she’s sleeping right now…”
“You’re such a bad son, Yuto,” Chinen mocked. Despite the jest, he leaned on Yuto’s shoulder, finding the height difference very convenient at the moment. “Lying to your mother like that…”
“I’m not doing anything bad,” Yuto held in his defense, not even fighting back the desire to pull the shorter boy closer. “I just wanted to kiss you at midnight…”
Chinen chuckled, moving his head up to place a kiss on Yuto’s lips. It was good that the train was empty at that hour, because that’d have been a huge scandal if someone had seen it - one could tell by the way their eyes were closed and their arms were entwined that the kiss was no accident, neither the first.
“You can kiss me whenever you want, idiot,” Chinen mumbled, always failing at romantic words whatsoever. Yuto appreciated that, however, grinning widely like the idiot Chinen believed him to be.
“So there’s no problem in staying up till late tonight,” the taller boy reasoned out. And, in fact, none of them could see any problem in that.
#5. U-Kiss, Elixander.
Nothing around Alexander was ever silent, it was what people said; the boy would talk any kind of silence off, sometimes making people relieved, sometimes making people annoyed. Alexander didn’t like silence very much (unless when he wanted to sleep), because it reminded him of loneliness.
“I’m home,” he weakly greeted the empty apartment, the paper bags in his hands ruffling silently. His voice echoed imperceptibly in the darkness, making him feel even lonelier as he locked the door. He was happy of finally having sometime to rest and all, but on New Year’s day… he was in the mood for party, a family party like he used to have in Macau. Except that he was not in Macau, and there was no family to celebrate with.
He only noticed that he had frozen on the doorstep for several minutes when the doorbell ringed.
Alexander blinked and made a full turn, staring at the wooden door. Who could it be? It was so late already! While coming back from his pastries shopping, he had been scared with how empty the streets were.
“Who is it?” he asked, mourning the lack of a peephole.
“Santa Claus,” a slightly familiar voice answered. “I know I’m a bit late, traffic was hell.”
Alexander chuckled, positively convinced to open the door. To his surprise, there stood Eli, shoulders wet - ah, snow was falling again - and an idiotic smile adorning his lips. Alexander asked himself if he wasn’t seeing things or something, because it was impossible…
“You’re here,” he brilliantly pointed out as Eli went into his apartment, not waiting for Alexander to invite him in.
“And you went shopping,” Eli retorted, pointing to Alexander’s paper bags. “That’s why you weren’t answering the phone. You were stocking cheesecake enough for the rest of the winter,” the younger boy scoffed, helping Alexander to take off his coat, as if he was the owner of the apartment. “I brought some movies. Have you seen ‘Up’? I bet three tartlets you’ll cry in the beginning.”
“Eli,” Alexander called out softly, leading Eli to stop talking and face his hyung. “It’s New Year’s day, you finally have a day off… I mean, shouldn’t you be celebrating with your family?”
A soft silence lingered between them as Alexander watched Eli’s lips slowly form a smile, a smart smile that told Alexander he was missing the joke. He just blinked, still not getting it, so Eli decided to make a move - he stepped forward and kissed Alexander on the lips, catching the older boy by surprise. He felt his heart melt softly as those lips caressed his, half-aware that Eli was probably tip-toeing and finding it adorable.
“Where do you think I am now?” Eli retorted, their faces still so close that the tip of their noses were touching. He moved away, though, opening his bag while walking toward the kitchen. “My mother insisted me to bring the ramune bottles she bought in the Japanese exhibition. Your favorite is peach, right?”
“Peach or melon,” Alexander finally decided to move, taking off his shoes and also going to the kitchen, the bright smile refusing to leave his face.
Who said he had no family to celebrate with?
#6. U-Kiss, Alseop. Written for Abby. ♥
I’s cold, Kiseop’s tired and he’s not in the mood for greasy food at the moment; yet, there he was, buying two portions of chicken nuggets and a milkshake at some half-hidden snackbar. All because of who?
“Thank you~” Alexander clapped his hands in delight when Kiseop came back with the food, unveiling a secret talent as juggler to balance the nuggets against the milkshake. “Their chocolate and gooseberry milkshake is the best ever! Do you want some?”
“No, thank you,” Kiseop dismisses, toying with a nugget while Alexander happily eats his portion. Kiseop sometimes felt that his crush on Alexander made him slightly stupid, because why did he agree on buying that? He wasn’t even hungry, and it was so late in the night…
“Ah! Delicious!” Alexander squealed when he tasted the milkshake, voice slightly muffled by the straw between his teeth. He hummed in delight as he drank more of the frozen treat, and Kiseop could only imagine how could someone enjoy milkshake when it’s snowing outside. The eoljjang chuckled, eating a nugget just for the sport.
“You’re going to get sick, hyung,” he commented, but it’s a bit hard to look serious when you’re smiling, right? “You should order hot chocolate or something.”
“You’re just saying this because you haven’t tried it,” Alexander accused, offering him the glass. “Come on, drink some!”
Kiseop raised an eyebrow at the cold liquid, but Alexander kept insisting, so he just gave up and sucked through the straw. The soft chocolate flavor mixed with a pungent gooseberry touch… in fact, it was really tasty, despite freezing Kiseop’s tongue.
“It’s good,” he commented. “But you really should order a hot beverage.”
Alexander just stirred his tongue at him, resuming his activity of drinking the milkshake. Then, Kiseop noticed something; they had used the same straw…
“Ah!” he exclaimed faintly, trying to look relaxed and jesting, not slightly flustered how he actually was. “That was an indirect kiss.”
Alexander froze on his tracks, startling Kiseop - had he said anything wrong? Maybe the ‘joke’ was inappropriate? He saw Alexander’s shifting from side to side, as if checking if anyone was watching-
And he leaned forward over the table, placing his lips over Kiseop’s in a sweet kiss.
Alexander tasted like chocolate and nuggets, and his lips felt a bit cold and greasy; for Kiseop, it was the most perfect kiss he had ever tasted. Too bad it was so quick, since Alexander was conscious that someone could look at them at any given moment.
“You’re so childish,” the older man said, rolling his eyes, and Kiseop had to fight ferociously the urge to point out the irony in that. “Here, now it was a direct one.”
Kiseop chuckled, deciding to order one of those milkshakes as well. He had suddenly grown incredibly fond of the flavor, he said absent-mindedly; the way how Alexander hit his shoulder and giggled, blushing like a girl, was worth the comment.
#7. U-Kiss, KiKi. Written for Angela. ♥
“You know,” he heard Kiseop’s voice breaking the silence. “It’s the first time I do this.”
Kibum turned to him with raised eyebrows.
“At your age, you have never done this before?” he let out a partially evil chuckle. “What would you do in days like these then?”
Kiseop shrugged.
“Stay home. Read a book,” he said innocently. “I mean, it’s kind of cold right now-“ Kibum wrapped an arm around him. “… people will see us like that.”
“Can you see anyone?” Kibum pointed out sarcastically, and he’d have gesticulated to indicate the emptiness of the streets if his two hands weren’t busy. “If you can’t see people, people can’t see you.”
Two drunk men passed through a near street, laughing loudly and spinning. Just as sudden as they appeared, they were gone. Kiseop blinked.
“Why did you choose to do this tonight?” Kiseop asked. “It’s a pretty weird thing to do on New Year. And it’s late already.”
“I think it’s fun,” Kibum shrugged. “In Japan, sharing an umbrella is a romantic gesture, did you know that?”
“Yeah, but…” Kiseop looked down briefly, deciding to sneak a hand around Kibum’s waist. “It’s not raining, it’s snowing.”
“So what?” Kibum clicked his tongue and turned to Kiseop, capturing the younger boy’s lips with his own. Cold lips met cold lips, but the kiss still felt warm and comfortable, albeit so short. “We’re improvising. It’s still the same thing.”
Kiseop couldn’t disagree with that.
#8. U-Kiss, Kemaru.
Since the Xing days, Kevin’s and Kibum’s family celebrated New Year together; it made perfect sense, since their mothers were so close and both boys were in the same band and all. Besides, Deanna fancied SS501 and it was fun to watch her fumble around Hyungjun.
“This year you made three TV appearances in the last three days of the year,” Kibum’s mother commented, sipping her champagne classily. “Did you even breathe?”
“That’s true… when it turned midnight, you were on TV,” Kevin’s mother commented. “Omo, you didn’t kiss your girlfriends at midnight! This means an entire year of coldness, did you know?”
Kibum was at the kitchen getting something, so Kevin was left alone to shift uncomfortably on the couch.
“But Kibum doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Hyungjun smartly brushed off. “Do you, Kevin?”
“Kevin doesn’t have one either,” Deanna mimicked his movements. “So it’s all good.”
“But you should pick up a girlfriend specially for New Year,” Kibum’s mother said, making everybody laugh. “For an example, Hyungjunnie here…”
“Mom!”
Kevin took this as a cue for him to excuse himself to the kitchen, under the pretense of helping Kibum with whatever he was doing; no one actually paid attention, though, because Mrs. Kim and Hyungjun’s argument was very entertaining.
There was Kibum, humming a Christmas carol while organizing sweets in a bowl. He acknowledged Kevin’s arrival with a brief glance, handing the younger boy a package of candy.
“Want to help me with these?” he asked, more as a command than anything else. Kevin did start to help, disposing the candy, lips contracted in a thin worried line. “Why do you look so troubled?”
Kevin raised his eyes. Kibum hadn’t even looked at him, but he could sense what the younger boy was feeling; he had always been like that. Kevin sighed.
“My mom said that, when you don’t kiss the one you love at midnight,” Kevin whispered, not wanting anyone in the living room to hear them. It was a bit unnecessary, though, since the quarrel between the Kims and the ensued laughter was loud enough to block any noise from the kitchen. “The two will have an entire year of coldness…”
Kibum turned his head to look at him incredulously, as if judging him for believing in this kind of superstition. Kevin just shrugged, knowing that he was being sort of foolish; yet, he couldn’t shake off that feeling…
“Hey Kevin,” Kibum called him out, also whispering, looking at his watch. “Do you know what time is it in, let’s say, Bhutan?”
Kevin frowned.
“No,” he whispered back hesitantly. “Why?”
Kibum didn’t answer immediately; just kept staring at his watch, eventually walking towards Kevin. The younger boy didn’t see it coming, but suddenly Kibum was kissing him - not just kissing, French kissing him right there in his kitchen, as if it was a movie or something. Kevin even lost his balance, only being able to find it after they parted away.
“Happy Bhutanese New Year, Kevin!” It was amazing how Kibum could sound sarcastic even when whispering. “Omo! We kissed at midnight! What a coincidence-“
“You’re unbelievable,” Kevin laughed and grabbed the bowl, any signs of tension erased from his face.
“Thank you,” Kibum smiled. “When it hits midnight in the next timezone, I’ll let you know.”