# 18. My Heart Draws A Dream!- Chapter 31
Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author: EarnestInBerlin or cock_a_hoop69
Theme: 31. Monster
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: And let’s get this straight, without the major alterations to the plot, that wouldn’t even be mine.
Comments: Aish~ I’m so happy to have people who still support this fic even for so many years! New readers and old readers, thank you for the ongoing support ^__^
Summary: Arc Two. So Miyavi and Bou are over the whole yakuza affair. Time for the couple to happily move on with their lives and go shopping right? Wrong! Someone from the past comes and ruins the picture, well form where Miyavi stands and is trying to take away his pretty little bomb shell with his perfect model smile.
Previously:
Chapitre Un
Chapitre Deux
Chapitre Trois
Chapitre Quatre
Chapitre Cinq
Chapitre Six
Chapitre Sept (Bonus Chapter)
Chapitre Huit
Chapitre Neuf
Chapitre Dix
Chapitre Onze
Chapitre Douze
Chapitre Treize
Chapitre Quatorze
Chapitre Quinze
Chapitre Seize
Chapitre Dix-sept
Chapitre Dix-Huit
Chapitre Vingt
Chapitre Vingt-et-un
Chapitre Vingt-deux
Chapitre Vingt-Trois (Bonus Chapter Again!)
Chapitre Vingt-Quatre
Chapitre Vingt-Cinq
Chapitre Vingt-Six
Chapitre Vingt-Sept
Chapitre Vingt-Huit
Chapitre vingt-neuf
Chapitre trente
Just like that, don’t get caught, I’m dangerous!
Just like that, more than a starved beast!
Just like that, oh, I’m merely a hopeless, thirsty, anxious, blind fool!
- Monster, Super Junior
Flashes of lights; paper, pen and ink; there was a woman with her hair tied back and her pearls glistening by her neck. She held her pad and looked at the boy on the hospital bed before saying, “So you say he attacked you without hesitation and that...” she lifted a piece of paper and looked at the quotes, “... like an animal?”
Teruki, with his broken arm and his face covered in a bandaged. The boy who looked scratched enough, because truth was, he was indeed scratched so badly. And the best part was, he didn’t have to pretend for the pain because- god fucking damn it- Miyavi was such a strong guy. It wasn’t a wonder why everyone at that dead beat school was dead scared of this man. With the strength he’s put in beating Teruki alone, the boy was lucky to come out of the attack with his face intact.
Oh dear, but that’s how he’s going to get his ticket right? The raven haired boy took in a soft deep breathe, as if he was having hard time in doing the simple act. And even without looking, the reporter, despite the strong front she put on, she seemed to believe him. Look at the cracks of his skin and the bandages applied here and there, you just can’t not melt to what you’re seeing right?
Almost like stealing candy from a baby- except maybe that baby wasn’t as innocent as most people make him out to be. But even then, Miyavi did steal something from him, and that was Bou. He wasn’t going to let someone break his hatsukoi’s heart. Bou may think that Miyavi is a good guy, the thing is... Teruki is surprised to find that Bou- his Bou- was attracted to mongrel like that Miyavi. From what he heard, that guy was senseless and full of pride- someone that was definitely not Bou’s type. Miyavi was just a little rich kid who asked for his Mommy’s money and spends most of his time going around beating people up. Forcing ridiculous rules on innocent students and yet...
What does Bou see in that guy?
He saw it, that soft sparkle in Bou’s eyes whenever he looks at Miyavi. Whenever he was around the boy, Bou’s aura... it was soft and... dare he say it, loving. Despite the fact it was breaking his heart to acknowledge such fact, he realized that Bou used to look at him like that.
Used to.
Teruki nodded to the woman’s queries, she asked him how well he knows Miyavi and how on earth did he come to contact with the man. He supplied his answers, so far not needing to lie too much (“My friend... Um, he knows Miyavi, and they were such a great friends... No, not really close but... I was close enough to get beaten by him”).
A sad chuckle escaped his lips, it made him look even more pitiful.
Just like that, and he could get Miyavi without breaking into a sweat.
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And he wouldn’t even let him go; that was what Bou thought as they started scrambling for each other. He was on Miyavi’s lap, his legs wrapped tightly around the other’s hips and even though it felt a tad bit awkward, he rubbed his lower body to that of Miyavi’s. His arms all around the ore-sama’s neck as they continued their lip lock. It was sloppy to say the least, Miyavi wasn’t sure if he should be aggressive demanding some sort of ultra sensual tongue battle as he purged Bou’s mouth with his own tongue. And Bou, thinking that Miyavi might be able to fill him up on this- pun not intended though- let the Ore-sama take lead on the start.
All in all, it wasn’t that bad.
“Miyavi...” Bou groaned when they let go, Miyavi’s head whipped around frantically. His head was spinning from what was happening, it was sincerely getting too hot for comfort and they need that god damn bed or futon or whatever they can lay on so they can finally do the dirty, “What... happens now?”
Such a wonderful question, even Miyavi wasn’t sure what happens next after this.
“Room... bed” he said in correct order, one line of sweat dropping by the side of his face as he tried to kick his brain into thinking fast. So hard to do really with that situation he was in.
Bou made a pathetic gesture, pointing at a door and Miyavi followed. He didn’t actually notice the fact that he was going through the wrong door. But it didn’t stop him as Bou planted his lips on top of him once more, kissing happens to be a very addicting activity. A fact that both of them are truly enjoying.
So without much further adieu, Miyavi pushed the open door that happens to touch his back first and when he felt the futon on the ground he just dropped himself-
“Fucking ouch!” Miyavi growled as he landed on his ass. A futon itself wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to land on, flat as a pancake it is.
Bou let go, forgetting his addiction to the ore-sama’s mouth, “Baby hurt himself?” he cooed seductively.
“That depends” Miyavi half growled and half tried to back in the mood, then he gave a smirk to his partner, “Are you going to make me feel better?”
“Hmm...” was the reply as Bou pushed Miyavi down. The blond felt hands go to his back, crawling on his skin underneath the fabric of his shirt. He moaned so hard in their kiss, his heart beating so fast it didn’t make any sense and a tiny part of his brain amazed at the fact that he can create these noises.
And the same thought line went through Miyavi’s head, the noises that Bou make were getting him even harder. With that planted in his head, he tried his best rubbing his lower body to the other’s, making Bou pull out from the kiss and huff.
“Meevers” he moaned, no, he groaned in frustration. A frustration that he only felt now in his entirely life, he sat up on Miyavi and started unbuttoning the front of his uniform. Uncharacteristically and quite fitting of the mood, he started licking his lips, his breathes coming in short and fast as his fingers stumbled against the circles and holes.
Miyavi’s current state of ecstasy prevented him from being too much of help, and all he did was buck up to Bou. It was by accident really, but it prevented Bou from unlatching the middle button of his shirt, “Aaah... Meevs...” he said, as he looked down at his lover one hand holding to his front and the other on the ground, to keep him from falling off of the other.
“God, Bou can you be any slower?” Miyavi said impatiently, he said planting his hands on Bou’s hips and grinding their lower bodies against each other. “I want to see you naked. Like... god, Now... please...”
Bou complied without second thought, not bothering anymore with the buttons but pulling off the shirt. It wasn’t as effortless as he thought it would be, but with the ore-sama somewhat sitting up and basically yanking it off his body, the deed was done and they went back to their addictive lip locking.
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Finally he was settled in his dormitory, he looked around at the lavish surroundings. This school seems to have it all; he was given a good tour of the school before he was shown to his dorm. From the beautiful gardens to the class rooms that public schools could only dream of to the amazing technology they provided for the sake of learning (“Pft... right... I bet most of the time the students use the computers for porn” he couldn’t help but smirk under his breath as his tour guide of sorts showed him around). And the gym, it was like a million times bigger than the one back at home.
Okay, that last one was an exaggeration but the gym amazed him pretty much.
And now that he is in the vicinity of a room that should provide him a bed, he realized... This damned school offered him a roommate- who by the way, happens to be Korean to, sad thing was, he doesn’t seem to know when to shut his mouth. His roommate had this weird bowl cut black hair; well that’s how Jaejoong would look at it anyway. Though there was the issue with the guy’s bangs, he wasn’t sure... but it just... looked off.
Like the fact that he must cut it off while he was drunk would explain why it was weird and crooked.
The guy’s name was Yoochun Park and apparently, unlike the new comer he grew up in Japan and was quite fluent in the language. There was a huge check mark in boy’s head for this Yoochun person, though he’ll have to put up with his random stories about everything and anything about universe before he could ask for favours. (“Oh dear lord” he thought to himself, unpacking his things and nodding to everything the other boy said. Throwing in a smile or two, cracked a bit but it was better than anyway).
“So yeah... You’ll have fun here at Holy Garden! Don’t worry, I know my Korean as much as I know my Japanese, so if you need help translating, you know you have me. And I bet the school even gave you some books to start. English is also a language a lot of us speak...” Yoochun sounded like he was concluding, which made the new boy’s heart leap for joy. His whole body do an ovation. “Oh crap... you know, how stupid am I? I keep talking and talking-”
Glad you noticed that yourself
“-And I forgot to ask you your name” he finally finished, which was a good thing since Jaejoong was already wondering if the heavy book for Chemistry in his hand would make a really, really, good attachment to Yoochun’s face.
The boy, turned to Yoochun, gave him a wonderful- as wonderful as the day you were told you have cancer- smile and then introduced himself, “My name is Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong”
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It’s been a couple of hours really, and Miku was pretty sure by this time those two would’ve at least made up. The errands he was talking about earlier? They were obviously fake, he spent the last two hours roaming around the neighbourhood and checking out for new mangas at the Seven Eleven store nearby. He was pretty sure he read half of what the store had to offer before the clerk sneered at him and told him, if he wasn’t going to buy anything he might as well “piss off”.
The clerk’s words, swear to God.
So the boy, begrudgingly left the store, with the weird vow in his head never to step foot in this stupid place again- though that vow will be broken later. The reason why will follow.
The brunette walked back to the apartment, taking two steps at a time wondering if he should’ve bought some drinks from the store earlier. He couldn’t recall really if they still have some orange juice left but he was pretty sure they were low on something, just not sure which is it.
The brunette, just like he always does, grab his own copy of the keys and started unlocking the door to his and Bou’s shared apartment.
He looked around, apparently they seemed to have left the house disarray. Looking disappointedly at the house, he was going to loudly complain to himself- wanting his roommate to know that leaving the house in a mess wasn’t really polite, even if he did have all those heartaches and patching up to do with Miyavi.
He sighed and then headed straight to his room...
... Which was surprisingly open, something he didn’t remember.
... Which was surprisingly occupied by-
“Oh my god” if Miku was holding on to something at the time, like his jaw it would’ve found its way to the floor along with whatever sane thought he had.
And then the occupants, namely a blond hair cross dresser riding a figure laded with metals and tattoos all over his body was stopped his... well “riding” of the said figure and was turning his back to look at who just arrived. That’s when the blond also realized that maybe he should’ve been really careful when Miyavi and he were going around stomping the place without hesitation.
“W-what... why...” Miyavi tried to ask as he was still in his throngs of ecstasy and pleasure.
“M-Miku...” Bou wanted to explain but he was pretty high from all the pleasure he was getting. The fact that Miyavi was whining under him didn’t help any. The other’s hands clutching tight to his hips and pushing him further down to his cock.
His best friend stood there.
Then Miku did one thing:
He screamed his lungs out.
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It was almost like a domino effect, when Miku screamed, their neighbours couldn’t help but be alarmed at what just transpired to get the brunette so... loud. The landlady even went to their floor with a broom stick in her hands ready to apprehend the... apprehender- apprehenders in this situation. And well, all of them just got the shock of their lives when they saw Bou and Miyavi doing... well, just doing it really.
Whatever shred of dignity the couple has left, they used a blanket to cover themselves up.
“Miku!” Bou shouted.
“Bou!”
“What is going on here?!” the landlady asked, mouth hanging open.
Their next door neighbour already turned away not exactly sure how to react to the situation. One of them shivering in fright at the sight he just witnessed himself. Some of them grimaced while they others just turned away without even saying a word, the couple down the hall just sighed and said it was pretty normal. Laughing it off a bit, before throwing their hands in the air, “Oh come on... let the kids have their fun...”
“Yeah they’re young and all” the husband said while shrugging his shoulders, “It’s just a little sex”
While during this explanation, Bou couldn’t help but turned redder than a tomato. Great, thanks to Miku they have the whole apartment building riled up over their love affair.
“Well whatever!” the landlady said, shaking her head. Then she pointedly look at Miyavi and Bou before turning to Miku, “If I hear another word, I swear to God you’re all going to get it from me”
Miyavi nodded his head fervently, for the first time in his he never knew he could experience being so scared of an old lady and a broom. When everybody filed out of the apartment, leaving Miku and the couple; the wife from before shouted before the door was shut, “You know a little threesome ain’t that bad either!”
At those words, everyone left behind couldn’t help a shiver of their own at the thought of having to let Miku join in on their little tirade.
“Why did you guys have to do it in my room?” Miku asked exasperatedly.
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Miku, Bou and Miyavi sat awkwardly together on their small table. The soft “ahem” from Miku, was the only noise that left anyone’s throats. The brunette was playing with his cup of juice, Bou was still pretty mad and covered up with the first shirt he could pick up from Miku’s dresser whilst Miyavi was just enjoying being half naked. Throwing on only his pants while he clicked his tongue at the incident that happened just a good ten minutes ago, “So...”
“You just had to scream didn’t you?” Bou’s lips curled at his best friend’s action.
“You guys were making out on my bed” Miku looked at Bou with a frown, “I demand a switch of futons”
“Is that all you can say?” Bou put his hands on his hips while he looked angrily at his best friend, “An apology would be ni-“
“You were on my futon, for Christ’s sakes!”
“Well at least, an apology for getting the whole SWAT team on us would’ve been nice!” Bou raised his arms as he replayed the memory all over again in his head.
Miyavi on his part was pretty much silent, not sure where exactly he stood on this end. Sure he was directly involved- being the one that had his peacock in Bou... he didn’t have a name for euphemism for it yet but he’ll figure something out.
Wow... Euphemism... I didn’t even know I know that word, he thought to himself with a weird expression on his face. Almost as if he was proud of himself.
“What are you looking smug for?” Bou looked at Miyavi with a raised eyebrow.
“N-nothing... just thought of something funny” What a lame excuse, but Miyavi wasn’t exactly Mr. Eloquence of the year. And a bad one at that very moment too, but Bou decided to let it slide knowing getting mad at both his best friend and boyfriend wouldn’t do him any good. He stood up and went over to the fridge to get himself some juice.
“I still want a new futon” Miku said out loud, earning him a slipper smack right on the side of his head.
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Sugizo was spinning his drink slowly in his hand. Yoshiki and him we’re still contemplating on what to do with Miyavi... after all, he just didn’t beat up one of Japan’s most sought after model a few nights ago in party attended by a couple of reporters. It was supposed to be a fun party, where maybe it would lead that the “tyrant of Holy Garden finds love” or something like that. Put the ore-sama in a good light for once, rather than make him out like he’s some sort of monster.
But no, as they both watched the news, the reporter interviewing Teruki and how he is, it wasn’t really hard to draw their friend as such. Sure the entertainment business likes to sensationalize everything, but the fact that they both saw how Teruki’s arm twisted badly just... well, it just made it worse.
How can they do damage control on this one? This is... the whole of Japan versus Miyavi, and Teruki looking like he was a war victim isn’t going to help any.
“What are we going to do?” Sugizo sighed, as he put down his glass and faced the blond guy. Yoshiki shrugged his shoulders, they never had to face anything of this calibre before... even with Gackt around. Miyavi never did anything this bad that it even got the attention of the media.
Sure they snubbed Miyavi at the party but it doesn’t mean they were going to abandon him. S.K.I.N. has been together for so long. They know Miyavi... but they just can’t explain what he did during the party.
“I don’t know... this fucking sucks” Yoshiki said, as he flipped the telly off, “We just can’t right this off, Teruki can sue Miyavi’s ass off. It’s not the dues we’re after, it’s his reputation”
“That stupid Miyavi” Sugizo couldn’t help but comment, “If he just... Seriously” He didn’t know what to add anymore; sure they could make this all go away but... Still, this will leave a mark and it doesn’t look so pretty, especially with how those bruises are so well placed on Teruki’s face.
The fact that the other boy was a model and that his face was a great asset; they’re going to be all over Miyavi’s ass like wolves hungry for a piece of raw meat.
“Maybe... Maybe he was telling the truth about that Teruki guy...” Yoshiki thought out loud, but even he can’t find it in him to think that way. But they know Miyavi’s changed now, and that... he would never do what he did without good reason.
As the television prattled on about Teruki, Sugizo decided to turn it off, realizing he doesn’t care about the negativity anymore.
“I just don’t get it” he shook his head, unable to stand it anymore.
Yoshiki nodded. He sighed and looked at his friend, “We’ll... just have to do what we can, I guess”
Author’s Note:
Oh my god. Does anyone even still read this?? XDDD For those who stayed on thank you THIS IS DEDICATED TO THE PEOPLE WHO JUST REFUSE TO LET GO AND KEPT BUGGING ME. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE <3
I want to say more but it's really late over here... ugh.... XD
Author: EarnestInBerlin or cock_a_hoop69
Theme: 31. Monster
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: And let’s get this straight, without the major alterations to the plot, that wouldn’t even be mine.
Comments: Aish~ I’m so happy to have people who still support this fic even for so many years! New readers and old readers, thank you for the ongoing support ^__^
Summary: Arc Two. So Miyavi and Bou are over the whole yakuza affair. Time for the couple to happily move on with their lives and go shopping right? Wrong! Someone from the past comes and ruins the picture, well form where Miyavi stands and is trying to take away his pretty little bomb shell with his perfect model smile.
Previously:
Chapitre Un
Chapitre Deux
Chapitre Trois
Chapitre Quatre
Chapitre Cinq
Chapitre Six
Chapitre Sept (Bonus Chapter)
Chapitre Huit
Chapitre Neuf
Chapitre Dix
Chapitre Onze
Chapitre Douze
Chapitre Treize
Chapitre Quatorze
Chapitre Quinze
Chapitre Seize
Chapitre Dix-sept
Chapitre Dix-Huit
Chapitre Vingt
Chapitre Vingt-et-un
Chapitre Vingt-deux
Chapitre Vingt-Trois (Bonus Chapter Again!)
Chapitre Vingt-Quatre
Chapitre Vingt-Cinq
Chapitre Vingt-Six
Chapitre Vingt-Sept
Chapitre Vingt-Huit
Chapitre vingt-neuf
Chapitre trente
Just like that, don’t get caught, I’m dangerous!
Just like that, more than a starved beast!
Just like that, oh, I’m merely a hopeless, thirsty, anxious, blind fool!
- Monster, Super Junior
Flashes of lights; paper, pen and ink; there was a woman with her hair tied back and her pearls glistening by her neck. She held her pad and looked at the boy on the hospital bed before saying, “So you say he attacked you without hesitation and that...” she lifted a piece of paper and looked at the quotes, “... like an animal?”
Teruki, with his broken arm and his face covered in a bandaged. The boy who looked scratched enough, because truth was, he was indeed scratched so badly. And the best part was, he didn’t have to pretend for the pain because- god fucking damn it- Miyavi was such a strong guy. It wasn’t a wonder why everyone at that dead beat school was dead scared of this man. With the strength he’s put in beating Teruki alone, the boy was lucky to come out of the attack with his face intact.
Oh dear, but that’s how he’s going to get his ticket right? The raven haired boy took in a soft deep breathe, as if he was having hard time in doing the simple act. And even without looking, the reporter, despite the strong front she put on, she seemed to believe him. Look at the cracks of his skin and the bandages applied here and there, you just can’t not melt to what you’re seeing right?
Almost like stealing candy from a baby- except maybe that baby wasn’t as innocent as most people make him out to be. But even then, Miyavi did steal something from him, and that was Bou. He wasn’t going to let someone break his hatsukoi’s heart. Bou may think that Miyavi is a good guy, the thing is... Teruki is surprised to find that Bou- his Bou- was attracted to mongrel like that Miyavi. From what he heard, that guy was senseless and full of pride- someone that was definitely not Bou’s type. Miyavi was just a little rich kid who asked for his Mommy’s money and spends most of his time going around beating people up. Forcing ridiculous rules on innocent students and yet...
What does Bou see in that guy?
He saw it, that soft sparkle in Bou’s eyes whenever he looks at Miyavi. Whenever he was around the boy, Bou’s aura... it was soft and... dare he say it, loving. Despite the fact it was breaking his heart to acknowledge such fact, he realized that Bou used to look at him like that.
Used to.
Teruki nodded to the woman’s queries, she asked him how well he knows Miyavi and how on earth did he come to contact with the man. He supplied his answers, so far not needing to lie too much (“My friend... Um, he knows Miyavi, and they were such a great friends... No, not really close but... I was close enough to get beaten by him”).
A sad chuckle escaped his lips, it made him look even more pitiful.
Just like that, and he could get Miyavi without breaking into a sweat.
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And he wouldn’t even let him go; that was what Bou thought as they started scrambling for each other. He was on Miyavi’s lap, his legs wrapped tightly around the other’s hips and even though it felt a tad bit awkward, he rubbed his lower body to that of Miyavi’s. His arms all around the ore-sama’s neck as they continued their lip lock. It was sloppy to say the least, Miyavi wasn’t sure if he should be aggressive demanding some sort of ultra sensual tongue battle as he purged Bou’s mouth with his own tongue. And Bou, thinking that Miyavi might be able to fill him up on this- pun not intended though- let the Ore-sama take lead on the start.
All in all, it wasn’t that bad.
“Miyavi...” Bou groaned when they let go, Miyavi’s head whipped around frantically. His head was spinning from what was happening, it was sincerely getting too hot for comfort and they need that god damn bed or futon or whatever they can lay on so they can finally do the dirty, “What... happens now?”
Such a wonderful question, even Miyavi wasn’t sure what happens next after this.
“Room... bed” he said in correct order, one line of sweat dropping by the side of his face as he tried to kick his brain into thinking fast. So hard to do really with that situation he was in.
Bou made a pathetic gesture, pointing at a door and Miyavi followed. He didn’t actually notice the fact that he was going through the wrong door. But it didn’t stop him as Bou planted his lips on top of him once more, kissing happens to be a very addicting activity. A fact that both of them are truly enjoying.
So without much further adieu, Miyavi pushed the open door that happens to touch his back first and when he felt the futon on the ground he just dropped himself-
“Fucking ouch!” Miyavi growled as he landed on his ass. A futon itself wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to land on, flat as a pancake it is.
Bou let go, forgetting his addiction to the ore-sama’s mouth, “Baby hurt himself?” he cooed seductively.
“That depends” Miyavi half growled and half tried to back in the mood, then he gave a smirk to his partner, “Are you going to make me feel better?”
“Hmm...” was the reply as Bou pushed Miyavi down. The blond felt hands go to his back, crawling on his skin underneath the fabric of his shirt. He moaned so hard in their kiss, his heart beating so fast it didn’t make any sense and a tiny part of his brain amazed at the fact that he can create these noises.
And the same thought line went through Miyavi’s head, the noises that Bou make were getting him even harder. With that planted in his head, he tried his best rubbing his lower body to the other’s, making Bou pull out from the kiss and huff.
“Meevers” he moaned, no, he groaned in frustration. A frustration that he only felt now in his entirely life, he sat up on Miyavi and started unbuttoning the front of his uniform. Uncharacteristically and quite fitting of the mood, he started licking his lips, his breathes coming in short and fast as his fingers stumbled against the circles and holes.
Miyavi’s current state of ecstasy prevented him from being too much of help, and all he did was buck up to Bou. It was by accident really, but it prevented Bou from unlatching the middle button of his shirt, “Aaah... Meevs...” he said, as he looked down at his lover one hand holding to his front and the other on the ground, to keep him from falling off of the other.
“God, Bou can you be any slower?” Miyavi said impatiently, he said planting his hands on Bou’s hips and grinding their lower bodies against each other. “I want to see you naked. Like... god, Now... please...”
Bou complied without second thought, not bothering anymore with the buttons but pulling off the shirt. It wasn’t as effortless as he thought it would be, but with the ore-sama somewhat sitting up and basically yanking it off his body, the deed was done and they went back to their addictive lip locking.
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Finally he was settled in his dormitory, he looked around at the lavish surroundings. This school seems to have it all; he was given a good tour of the school before he was shown to his dorm. From the beautiful gardens to the class rooms that public schools could only dream of to the amazing technology they provided for the sake of learning (“Pft... right... I bet most of the time the students use the computers for porn” he couldn’t help but smirk under his breath as his tour guide of sorts showed him around). And the gym, it was like a million times bigger than the one back at home.
Okay, that last one was an exaggeration but the gym amazed him pretty much.
And now that he is in the vicinity of a room that should provide him a bed, he realized... This damned school offered him a roommate- who by the way, happens to be Korean to, sad thing was, he doesn’t seem to know when to shut his mouth. His roommate had this weird bowl cut black hair; well that’s how Jaejoong would look at it anyway. Though there was the issue with the guy’s bangs, he wasn’t sure... but it just... looked off.
Like the fact that he must cut it off while he was drunk would explain why it was weird and crooked.
The guy’s name was Yoochun Park and apparently, unlike the new comer he grew up in Japan and was quite fluent in the language. There was a huge check mark in boy’s head for this Yoochun person, though he’ll have to put up with his random stories about everything and anything about universe before he could ask for favours. (“Oh dear lord” he thought to himself, unpacking his things and nodding to everything the other boy said. Throwing in a smile or two, cracked a bit but it was better than anyway).
“So yeah... You’ll have fun here at Holy Garden! Don’t worry, I know my Korean as much as I know my Japanese, so if you need help translating, you know you have me. And I bet the school even gave you some books to start. English is also a language a lot of us speak...” Yoochun sounded like he was concluding, which made the new boy’s heart leap for joy. His whole body do an ovation. “Oh crap... you know, how stupid am I? I keep talking and talking-”
Glad you noticed that yourself
“-And I forgot to ask you your name” he finally finished, which was a good thing since Jaejoong was already wondering if the heavy book for Chemistry in his hand would make a really, really, good attachment to Yoochun’s face.
The boy, turned to Yoochun, gave him a wonderful- as wonderful as the day you were told you have cancer- smile and then introduced himself, “My name is Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong”
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It’s been a couple of hours really, and Miku was pretty sure by this time those two would’ve at least made up. The errands he was talking about earlier? They were obviously fake, he spent the last two hours roaming around the neighbourhood and checking out for new mangas at the Seven Eleven store nearby. He was pretty sure he read half of what the store had to offer before the clerk sneered at him and told him, if he wasn’t going to buy anything he might as well “piss off”.
The clerk’s words, swear to God.
So the boy, begrudgingly left the store, with the weird vow in his head never to step foot in this stupid place again- though that vow will be broken later. The reason why will follow.
The brunette walked back to the apartment, taking two steps at a time wondering if he should’ve bought some drinks from the store earlier. He couldn’t recall really if they still have some orange juice left but he was pretty sure they were low on something, just not sure which is it.
The brunette, just like he always does, grab his own copy of the keys and started unlocking the door to his and Bou’s shared apartment.
He looked around, apparently they seemed to have left the house disarray. Looking disappointedly at the house, he was going to loudly complain to himself- wanting his roommate to know that leaving the house in a mess wasn’t really polite, even if he did have all those heartaches and patching up to do with Miyavi.
He sighed and then headed straight to his room...
... Which was surprisingly open, something he didn’t remember.
... Which was surprisingly occupied by-
“Oh my god” if Miku was holding on to something at the time, like his jaw it would’ve found its way to the floor along with whatever sane thought he had.
And then the occupants, namely a blond hair cross dresser riding a figure laded with metals and tattoos all over his body was stopped his... well “riding” of the said figure and was turning his back to look at who just arrived. That’s when the blond also realized that maybe he should’ve been really careful when Miyavi and he were going around stomping the place without hesitation.
“W-what... why...” Miyavi tried to ask as he was still in his throngs of ecstasy and pleasure.
“M-Miku...” Bou wanted to explain but he was pretty high from all the pleasure he was getting. The fact that Miyavi was whining under him didn’t help any. The other’s hands clutching tight to his hips and pushing him further down to his cock.
His best friend stood there.
Then Miku did one thing:
He screamed his lungs out.
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It was almost like a domino effect, when Miku screamed, their neighbours couldn’t help but be alarmed at what just transpired to get the brunette so... loud. The landlady even went to their floor with a broom stick in her hands ready to apprehend the... apprehender- apprehenders in this situation. And well, all of them just got the shock of their lives when they saw Bou and Miyavi doing... well, just doing it really.
Whatever shred of dignity the couple has left, they used a blanket to cover themselves up.
“Miku!” Bou shouted.
“Bou!”
“What is going on here?!” the landlady asked, mouth hanging open.
Their next door neighbour already turned away not exactly sure how to react to the situation. One of them shivering in fright at the sight he just witnessed himself. Some of them grimaced while they others just turned away without even saying a word, the couple down the hall just sighed and said it was pretty normal. Laughing it off a bit, before throwing their hands in the air, “Oh come on... let the kids have their fun...”
“Yeah they’re young and all” the husband said while shrugging his shoulders, “It’s just a little sex”
While during this explanation, Bou couldn’t help but turned redder than a tomato. Great, thanks to Miku they have the whole apartment building riled up over their love affair.
“Well whatever!” the landlady said, shaking her head. Then she pointedly look at Miyavi and Bou before turning to Miku, “If I hear another word, I swear to God you’re all going to get it from me”
Miyavi nodded his head fervently, for the first time in his he never knew he could experience being so scared of an old lady and a broom. When everybody filed out of the apartment, leaving Miku and the couple; the wife from before shouted before the door was shut, “You know a little threesome ain’t that bad either!”
At those words, everyone left behind couldn’t help a shiver of their own at the thought of having to let Miku join in on their little tirade.
“Why did you guys have to do it in my room?” Miku asked exasperatedly.
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Miku, Bou and Miyavi sat awkwardly together on their small table. The soft “ahem” from Miku, was the only noise that left anyone’s throats. The brunette was playing with his cup of juice, Bou was still pretty mad and covered up with the first shirt he could pick up from Miku’s dresser whilst Miyavi was just enjoying being half naked. Throwing on only his pants while he clicked his tongue at the incident that happened just a good ten minutes ago, “So...”
“You just had to scream didn’t you?” Bou’s lips curled at his best friend’s action.
“You guys were making out on my bed” Miku looked at Bou with a frown, “I demand a switch of futons”
“Is that all you can say?” Bou put his hands on his hips while he looked angrily at his best friend, “An apology would be ni-“
“You were on my futon, for Christ’s sakes!”
“Well at least, an apology for getting the whole SWAT team on us would’ve been nice!” Bou raised his arms as he replayed the memory all over again in his head.
Miyavi on his part was pretty much silent, not sure where exactly he stood on this end. Sure he was directly involved- being the one that had his peacock in Bou... he didn’t have a name for euphemism for it yet but he’ll figure something out.
Wow... Euphemism... I didn’t even know I know that word, he thought to himself with a weird expression on his face. Almost as if he was proud of himself.
“What are you looking smug for?” Bou looked at Miyavi with a raised eyebrow.
“N-nothing... just thought of something funny” What a lame excuse, but Miyavi wasn’t exactly Mr. Eloquence of the year. And a bad one at that very moment too, but Bou decided to let it slide knowing getting mad at both his best friend and boyfriend wouldn’t do him any good. He stood up and went over to the fridge to get himself some juice.
“I still want a new futon” Miku said out loud, earning him a slipper smack right on the side of his head.
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Sugizo was spinning his drink slowly in his hand. Yoshiki and him we’re still contemplating on what to do with Miyavi... after all, he just didn’t beat up one of Japan’s most sought after model a few nights ago in party attended by a couple of reporters. It was supposed to be a fun party, where maybe it would lead that the “tyrant of Holy Garden finds love” or something like that. Put the ore-sama in a good light for once, rather than make him out like he’s some sort of monster.
But no, as they both watched the news, the reporter interviewing Teruki and how he is, it wasn’t really hard to draw their friend as such. Sure the entertainment business likes to sensationalize everything, but the fact that they both saw how Teruki’s arm twisted badly just... well, it just made it worse.
How can they do damage control on this one? This is... the whole of Japan versus Miyavi, and Teruki looking like he was a war victim isn’t going to help any.
“What are we going to do?” Sugizo sighed, as he put down his glass and faced the blond guy. Yoshiki shrugged his shoulders, they never had to face anything of this calibre before... even with Gackt around. Miyavi never did anything this bad that it even got the attention of the media.
Sure they snubbed Miyavi at the party but it doesn’t mean they were going to abandon him. S.K.I.N. has been together for so long. They know Miyavi... but they just can’t explain what he did during the party.
“I don’t know... this fucking sucks” Yoshiki said, as he flipped the telly off, “We just can’t right this off, Teruki can sue Miyavi’s ass off. It’s not the dues we’re after, it’s his reputation”
“That stupid Miyavi” Sugizo couldn’t help but comment, “If he just... Seriously” He didn’t know what to add anymore; sure they could make this all go away but... Still, this will leave a mark and it doesn’t look so pretty, especially with how those bruises are so well placed on Teruki’s face.
The fact that the other boy was a model and that his face was a great asset; they’re going to be all over Miyavi’s ass like wolves hungry for a piece of raw meat.
“Maybe... Maybe he was telling the truth about that Teruki guy...” Yoshiki thought out loud, but even he can’t find it in him to think that way. But they know Miyavi’s changed now, and that... he would never do what he did without good reason.
As the television prattled on about Teruki, Sugizo decided to turn it off, realizing he doesn’t care about the negativity anymore.
“I just don’t get it” he shook his head, unable to stand it anymore.
Yoshiki nodded. He sighed and looked at his friend, “We’ll... just have to do what we can, I guess”
Author’s Note:
Oh my god. Does anyone even still read this?? XDDD For those who stayed on thank you THIS IS DEDICATED TO THE PEOPLE WHO JUST REFUSE TO LET GO AND KEPT BUGGING ME. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE <3
I want to say more but it's really late over here... ugh.... XD