[One-Shot] Different Kinds of Love
Title: Different Kinds of Love
Fandom: BOYS, Kansai Johnny's Juniors
Pairings/Characters: main BOYS (Nakata Daichi + Hamada Takahiro), cameos of Shigeoka Daiki + Nakayama Yuma, Fujii Ryusei + Takemoto Shinpei, BAD (Kiriyama Akito + Nakama Junta), Hayashi Matori + Kusumoto Yukito, Ota Hiroaki, Hamanaka Bunichi + Ito Masashi
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Just kissing. Unbeta-ed.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys.
A/N: Still exploring Kanju boys characterization wise. This isn't completely crack either but a RL set exploration type of fic again. People were asking for more Kanju fic and especially BOYS fic since there doesn't seem to be any in existence in the English speaking fandom? So here goes.
For shisaigas, triela_gg, talisa_ahn and snoqueenofhoth ♥ because I love you all and life would be so much worse without you. Plus I know you'd enjoy Kanju fic ^_^
Hamada had been thinking all day. He blamed it on watching everyone else during the rehearsals. Over in one of the corners you’d have Shigeoka checking his phone every once in a while, waiting for a message from Yuma without a doubt. Not too far from him, Ryusei was tugging on Takemoto’s hair again with a displeased looking expression.
He remembered being away from Daichi at work for the first time in a long time. It had felt weird and there had been something off but he had been able to push it towards the back of his mind and tell himself that he’d see the other again soon. His situation, or rather their situation, was different from Shigeoka’s and Yuma’s. Work was keeping Yuma away for a much longer period after all, almost permanently.
As for fuzzing about appearances or using cutesy attempts to spice up the relationship…that one was completely lost on them. They were independent characters. Sure, Hamada had been very surprised to find Daichi with short and really BLOND hair one day but he’d gotten used to it soon enough and hey, the other hadn’t chanced really. The hair was just an outside feature after all. Daichi’s face was still the same…the other still loved him the same and Hamada loved the other back just as much.
Maybe the two members of BAD were more like them. Akito and Junta could function apart from each other but were happier when they were together. Their characters were very different from each other and yet not - just different enough for it not to get boring. Junta was usually the more levelheaded one of the two but could have his bouts of silliness every once in a while (he was a Kansai Junior after all) and Akito was usually the silly and loud one but he could have his quieter, more serious moments (although those were rare outside of a professional work environment really).
Thinking about it though, Daichi and himself were similar but not quite like that, still. There was just -something- about it that seemed very different. Hamada couldn’t quite place his finger on it right now. So he let his eyes wander further.
Matori and Kusumoto were at it again. Not yet physically but they were eyeing each other in that certain way that meant nothing good would come out of it. Here, backstage, nobody really minded but their little love games had gotten a little out of hand on stage sometimes and consequences had followed. Hamada couldn’t really blame them. If you were freshly in love, you wanted to play. He’d gone through a similar phase at some point but back then, he doubted that people had paid so much attention and maybe, just maybe Daichi and himself had been able to restrain themselves a bit more.
He thought his two friends were adorable the way they were though. Hamada didn’t mind stumbling over them virtually anywhere around the buildings most of the time. People called it the ‘honeymoon phase’, it would probably, maybe, possibly pass at some point and the couple would become a little bit more settled…not that long established couples minded some adventure in their relationships once in a while. So yeah, nothing wrong with that.
The long suffering sigh and eye-roll of Ota, stuck in the middle between Matori and Kusumoto, was followed by a finger pointing outside the rehearsal room. A grinning Matori and a smiling Kusumoto didn’t need to be told twice and disappeared, hands joined and fingers entwined. The expressions on their faces showed how happy they were. It made Hamada happy as well and he had to laugh a little at how even Ota’s sour expression turned soft when he looked after his friends.
“’sup Hama-chan?” Bunichi walked over to join him just then. “You’ve been grinning like a pervert. Thinking about me naked?”
Laughing, Hamada replied, “Not quite. Though I could shift my thoughts over to you if you’d like?” He looked down at his new companion. Bunichi joked about love and relationships a lot with him and sometimes even on-air but reality looked different. They were good friends but they knew their boundaries. Now that he was already on the topic of Bunichi and relationships, Hamada thought about it more in depth. Bunichi was with Ito, had been for a while and the two had a…admittedly strange but very much working relationship. They showed it in different ways than others did though. It was a very subtle and yet - at least for those who knew - very strongly present relationship. Hamada couldn’t even find the correct words to accurately describe it. Complex didn’t really hit the mark. He was tempted to call it ‘Just Love’ but that wasn’t what it was either. Or maybe it was. He didn’t know.
“So what have you been thinking about?” Bunichi inquired then, eyes flickering over briefly to where the rest of Veteran was taking a break and establishing eye contact with Ito for a split second before looking at Hamada again. Subtle, brief but meaningful.
Hamada shrugged and replied, “I was thinking about love…and how what I seem to have is so different from what everyone else seems to be having.”
A small grin tugged up the corner of Bunichi’s lips. “What a stupid thing to think about. It’s such an obvious answer. Something you shouldn’t be spending so much brain power on, really. Daichi will smack you if you tell him, for sure…”
“Not if I smack you first for putting any weird ideas into his head again,” Daichi had appeared in the doorway next to them. “Let me break up this HamaHama unit for now. Go and have an affair with Akito or something, Bun-chan.”
Bunichi snorted, “I’m off, I’m off…” and walked away.
Hamada smiled at his partner. “Since you’re back already I assume your leg is fine?”
“Yeah, nothing major. Just a bruise,” Daichi nodded and then looked at Hamada, “So, why did Bun-chan say I’d smack you if you told me something?”
“Ah…that…” Hamada looked at all the occupants of the rehearsal room again. “I was thinking about our relationship…about love…and how it was so different from what everyone else’s is like. I cannot seem to really compare it with anything or anyone. Ow!” He looked at the other when he was smacked - albeit gently.
“Bun-chan was right. I totally had to smack you for that,” Daichi kept his hand on Hamada’s head and gently ran it through the other’s hair. “Idiot…why do you even think about that?”
Hamada smiled sheepishly, “I can’t seem to understand…and you just said what Bun-chan told me earlier as well. Care to tell me why that is?”
Leaning in, Daichi looked into his partner’s eyes, “Everyone loves differently because everyone is a different person. Right? You don’t love the same way Bun-chan does because you’re not Bun-chan, you’re you. I love you the way I do and not the way Akito loves Junta because I’m not Akito and…well you’re not Junta. Obviously.”
“Ah…that makes sense…” Hamada grinned and looked back at Daichi. “Thanks Daichi.”
“Idiot…” Daichi chuckled and leaned in all the way to kiss Hamada gently and briefly. “Now, back to practice. I want to get this dance right today and burn some more calories. We have filming for Juni Deka again tomorrow.”
Hamada smiled and nodded, “Let’s go.”
Yes, he had a different kind of love. No, they did. And that was good as it was. Hamada still hoped though that everyone still shared one thing in their loves and relationships, despite things being different. And that was happiness.
Fandom: BOYS, Kansai Johnny's Juniors
Pairings/Characters: main BOYS (Nakata Daichi + Hamada Takahiro), cameos of Shigeoka Daiki + Nakayama Yuma, Fujii Ryusei + Takemoto Shinpei, BAD (Kiriyama Akito + Nakama Junta), Hayashi Matori + Kusumoto Yukito, Ota Hiroaki, Hamanaka Bunichi + Ito Masashi
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Just kissing. Unbeta-ed.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys.
A/N: Still exploring Kanju boys characterization wise. This isn't completely crack either but a RL set exploration type of fic again. People were asking for more Kanju fic and especially BOYS fic since there doesn't seem to be any in existence in the English speaking fandom? So here goes.
For shisaigas, triela_gg, talisa_ahn and snoqueenofhoth ♥ because I love you all and life would be so much worse without you. Plus I know you'd enjoy Kanju fic ^_^
Hamada had been thinking all day. He blamed it on watching everyone else during the rehearsals. Over in one of the corners you’d have Shigeoka checking his phone every once in a while, waiting for a message from Yuma without a doubt. Not too far from him, Ryusei was tugging on Takemoto’s hair again with a displeased looking expression.
He remembered being away from Daichi at work for the first time in a long time. It had felt weird and there had been something off but he had been able to push it towards the back of his mind and tell himself that he’d see the other again soon. His situation, or rather their situation, was different from Shigeoka’s and Yuma’s. Work was keeping Yuma away for a much longer period after all, almost permanently.
As for fuzzing about appearances or using cutesy attempts to spice up the relationship…that one was completely lost on them. They were independent characters. Sure, Hamada had been very surprised to find Daichi with short and really BLOND hair one day but he’d gotten used to it soon enough and hey, the other hadn’t chanced really. The hair was just an outside feature after all. Daichi’s face was still the same…the other still loved him the same and Hamada loved the other back just as much.
Maybe the two members of BAD were more like them. Akito and Junta could function apart from each other but were happier when they were together. Their characters were very different from each other and yet not - just different enough for it not to get boring. Junta was usually the more levelheaded one of the two but could have his bouts of silliness every once in a while (he was a Kansai Junior after all) and Akito was usually the silly and loud one but he could have his quieter, more serious moments (although those were rare outside of a professional work environment really).
Thinking about it though, Daichi and himself were similar but not quite like that, still. There was just -something- about it that seemed very different. Hamada couldn’t quite place his finger on it right now. So he let his eyes wander further.
Matori and Kusumoto were at it again. Not yet physically but they were eyeing each other in that certain way that meant nothing good would come out of it. Here, backstage, nobody really minded but their little love games had gotten a little out of hand on stage sometimes and consequences had followed. Hamada couldn’t really blame them. If you were freshly in love, you wanted to play. He’d gone through a similar phase at some point but back then, he doubted that people had paid so much attention and maybe, just maybe Daichi and himself had been able to restrain themselves a bit more.
He thought his two friends were adorable the way they were though. Hamada didn’t mind stumbling over them virtually anywhere around the buildings most of the time. People called it the ‘honeymoon phase’, it would probably, maybe, possibly pass at some point and the couple would become a little bit more settled…not that long established couples minded some adventure in their relationships once in a while. So yeah, nothing wrong with that.
The long suffering sigh and eye-roll of Ota, stuck in the middle between Matori and Kusumoto, was followed by a finger pointing outside the rehearsal room. A grinning Matori and a smiling Kusumoto didn’t need to be told twice and disappeared, hands joined and fingers entwined. The expressions on their faces showed how happy they were. It made Hamada happy as well and he had to laugh a little at how even Ota’s sour expression turned soft when he looked after his friends.
“’sup Hama-chan?” Bunichi walked over to join him just then. “You’ve been grinning like a pervert. Thinking about me naked?”
Laughing, Hamada replied, “Not quite. Though I could shift my thoughts over to you if you’d like?” He looked down at his new companion. Bunichi joked about love and relationships a lot with him and sometimes even on-air but reality looked different. They were good friends but they knew their boundaries. Now that he was already on the topic of Bunichi and relationships, Hamada thought about it more in depth. Bunichi was with Ito, had been for a while and the two had a…admittedly strange but very much working relationship. They showed it in different ways than others did though. It was a very subtle and yet - at least for those who knew - very strongly present relationship. Hamada couldn’t even find the correct words to accurately describe it. Complex didn’t really hit the mark. He was tempted to call it ‘Just Love’ but that wasn’t what it was either. Or maybe it was. He didn’t know.
“So what have you been thinking about?” Bunichi inquired then, eyes flickering over briefly to where the rest of Veteran was taking a break and establishing eye contact with Ito for a split second before looking at Hamada again. Subtle, brief but meaningful.
Hamada shrugged and replied, “I was thinking about love…and how what I seem to have is so different from what everyone else seems to be having.”
A small grin tugged up the corner of Bunichi’s lips. “What a stupid thing to think about. It’s such an obvious answer. Something you shouldn’t be spending so much brain power on, really. Daichi will smack you if you tell him, for sure…”
“Not if I smack you first for putting any weird ideas into his head again,” Daichi had appeared in the doorway next to them. “Let me break up this HamaHama unit for now. Go and have an affair with Akito or something, Bun-chan.”
Bunichi snorted, “I’m off, I’m off…” and walked away.
Hamada smiled at his partner. “Since you’re back already I assume your leg is fine?”
“Yeah, nothing major. Just a bruise,” Daichi nodded and then looked at Hamada, “So, why did Bun-chan say I’d smack you if you told me something?”
“Ah…that…” Hamada looked at all the occupants of the rehearsal room again. “I was thinking about our relationship…about love…and how it was so different from what everyone else’s is like. I cannot seem to really compare it with anything or anyone. Ow!” He looked at the other when he was smacked - albeit gently.
“Bun-chan was right. I totally had to smack you for that,” Daichi kept his hand on Hamada’s head and gently ran it through the other’s hair. “Idiot…why do you even think about that?”
Hamada smiled sheepishly, “I can’t seem to understand…and you just said what Bun-chan told me earlier as well. Care to tell me why that is?”
Leaning in, Daichi looked into his partner’s eyes, “Everyone loves differently because everyone is a different person. Right? You don’t love the same way Bun-chan does because you’re not Bun-chan, you’re you. I love you the way I do and not the way Akito loves Junta because I’m not Akito and…well you’re not Junta. Obviously.”
“Ah…that makes sense…” Hamada grinned and looked back at Daichi. “Thanks Daichi.”
“Idiot…” Daichi chuckled and leaned in all the way to kiss Hamada gently and briefly. “Now, back to practice. I want to get this dance right today and burn some more calories. We have filming for Juni Deka again tomorrow.”
Hamada smiled and nodded, “Let’s go.”
Yes, he had a different kind of love. No, they did. And that was good as it was. Hamada still hoped though that everyone still shared one thing in their loves and relationships, despite things being different. And that was happiness.