JE/NEWS/KAT-TUN- "NEWS is Unsanitary"
Title: NEWS is Unsanitary (or This is How Diseases like Swine Flu and Member-ai Spread)
Universe: JE/NewS/KT
Theme/Topic: N/A
Rating: PG-15 for innuendo
Character/Pairing/s: NEWSxNEWS, NakamaruxMassu (appearances or mentions of the rest of KT)
Warnings/Spoilers: Stupidity.
Word Count: 2,425
Summary: The morning after the events of “It’s Like Chicken Pox for Johnnies”- Nakamaru starts to feel feverish.
Dedication: Crys’s request/s on my request meme! LOL I totally did two because you made it so easy to. I might have changed the tense in the first sentence you wrote.
A/N: This was way harder than it ought to have been. I wish it were better than it is to make up for it. LOL Anyway, one more to go! At the pace I am going at, it might actually be good that I only got two requests so far. -_-;;
Disclaimer: No harm or infringement is meant by this!
There is definitely something in the water at Johnny's Jimusho.
“That’s why I only drink imported,” Kame replies absently when he hears Nakamaru muttering to himself about it in the corner. The part of Nakamaru that is an environmental studies major stops to frown about the excess landfill waste Kame is creating by doing so, while the part of Nakamaru that is a normal guy under all that Johnny can’t fault Kame one little bit for his choices, all things considered.
He blames NEWS. It is entirely their fault.
More specifically, it is all because of what he had walked in on this morning, when he’d gone to visit NEWS’s dressing room after he had heard that Massu hadn’t been feeling well lately. Out of concern, he’d bought cough drops that tasted like candy and some little tubes of honey for Massu to put into the cups of warm tea that Koyama would inevitably be bringing him throughout the course of the day. He’d done it because Massu is his friend of course, but he’d also done it because he is generally a caring and thoughtful person despite how his group is marketed to the greater Japanese girl population.
As such, when he’d arrived to NEWS’s floor, Nakamaru had knocked first, because not only is he thoughtful but polite as well; when he hadn’t heard anything in response after a moment, he’d pushed the door open just a little bit and looked in. “Hello? Massu?”
It is a known fact that Nakamaru always takes care to be well behaved like that.
But on the other hand, he is also a person who is easily startled, so it is understandable that when he had looked into the dressing room and saw what he’d seen, he couldn’t really help it when he’d ended up screaming, “Oh god, my eyes!” without thinking, even if it meant being sort of impolite at the time, given that the people in the room involved were very clearly sleeping (and maybe a little bit naked too).
His sudden outburst had ended up waking some of the more alert NEWS members from their nap orgy on the floor, and before they could quite figure out what was going on and who was screaming at them out of nowhere, Nakamaru had quickly shut the door, tried to burn the image of what he had just witnessed from his brain, and briskly walked back to KAT-TUN’s dressing room, where everything was nice and normal and none of the members chose to be within a good three feet of each other at any one given time. It is why they have the biggest dressing room in the jimusho (though Taguchi thinks it is because of their sales).
“If Massu is sick,” Nakamaru murmurs incredulously to himself now, once he is safely tucked back in KAT-TUN’s designated work space, “whatever he’s got is definitely going to spread to other people that way!” Again, he tries (with very little success) to burn the image of what he had just witnessed from his mind.
“What the hell?” Koki asks, from a comfortable three feet away.
Nakamaru’s shakes his head. “NEWS is unsanitary,” he explains, in short.
Koki’s brow furrows. “What, like they don’t wash their hands after going to the bathroom? Because I think it’s fine for guys if it’s just peeing.”
Nakamaru ignores him while the rest of KAT-TUN silently increases the distance between themselves and Koki.
Luckily their dressing room is very, very big.
~~~~~
“Nakamaru, let’s go get lunch together,” Massu says, during their lunch break.
Nakamaru stares at him.
For some reason, looking at the Massu of today feels very different from looking at the Massu of before-today; it starts to make Nakamaru feel funny somehow, like maybe he’s coming down with something too. In the back of his mind, he realizes that logically, it is highly possible that Massu might still be contagious despite having gotten the okay to come in to work this morning from the doctor he’d seen. Nakamaru vaguely wonders if maybe Massu has given him whatever he has, or is in the process of giving it to him right now, or something.
But then again, Massu seems fine. He is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when he invites Nakamaru out to eat with him and does not look sick at all, not even a little bit. In fact, he looks stupendous; his smile is even brighter than usual, there’s something in his walk that might be classified as a bit of a swagger, and there’s definitely, definitely a strange sort of aura emanating from him, something not unlike the way a person’s face positively glows after being flushed from exuberance or exercise or coming in from the cold or the middle-to-late stages of pregnancy.
Nakamaru’s head starts to hurt.
“Nakamaru? Are you too busy with work to eat with me today?” Massu asks, visibly deflating when Nakamaru doesn’t answer his invitation in the affirmative right away. “If that’s the case it’s fine, ne. I can go eat by myself.”
The sad-eyed look he gives his friend makes Nakamaru blink and shake his head automatically. “No, I’m not busy,” he manages hoarsely. It makes Massu light up again, so bright and contented that Nakamaru suddenly flashes back to this morning, to himself holding his bag of candy-flavored kiddy cough drops and little honey sticks, staring wide-eyed through the crack in the door at NEWS being unsanitary and spreading disease.
At the thought, he starts to feel a little bit dizzy himself.
Massu notices. “Are you alright?” he asks, brow furrowed in concern when beads of sweat start to gather on Nakamaru’s nose.
“I have a headache and think I need to throw up,” Nakamaru tells him honestly, and excuses himself to the bathroom.
~~~~~
“Can someone who’s sick get someone else sick by spending five minutes with them?” Massu asks his groupmates later that afternoon, while Yamapi’s head is pillowed in his lap and Tegoshi plays with his hair.
Shige snorts. “You can get someone sick in five seconds if you’re not careful,” he says smartly, managing to sound somewhat dignified even with Koyama’s toes wiggling near his ear. “Germs spread really easily in the air, you know.”
“Mmmm,” Massu murmurs, and figures that out of everyone, Shige would know best. He is their king of random knowledge and their number one pick for a quiz show representative, after all. “All it takes is five seconds, ne.”
“Yup,” Shige confirms, and swats Koyama’s toes away from his ear. Koyama giggles and retaliates.
In the meantime, Massu starts to feel guilty about having exposed his friend to his special case of Chicken Pox so carelessly; he probably should have been more conscientious and worn a mask to keep the germs from spreading everywhere.
Koyama notices; “Massu, is something the matter?” he asks, and stops pushing his feet towards Shige’s face for a moment.
“I think I infected Nakamaru with our disease,” Massu admits to his groupmates, brow furrowed with regret. “He didn’t seem healthy this afternoon.”
A beat.
Then, “Pffft,” Ryo snorts in response, and seems to want to leave it at that.
“Pffft?” Massu asks, while Yamapi squirms in his lap because Ryo snorting into his abdomen like that had tickled.
“Everyone in KAT-TUN caught the juvenile strain already,” Shige drawls by way of explanation. “So they got over the worst of their symptoms about six years ago.”
Something about the way he says it makes Tegoshi laugh, soft and breathy against the back of Massu’s neck.
Meanwhile, Ryo tells Shige to stop being such a smart mouth; apparently there are other things he would prefer Shige’s mouth to engage in right now. Massu absently rubs his backside and thinks Ryo’s case of the virus is particularly strong today.
Shige looks like he wants to respond with something properly smart-mouthy just to rebel, but before he can, he suddenly can’t anymore, and Ryo sounds much happier now that he is getting treated properly.
Massu watches them for a little bit and feels his own familiar symptoms start to rise up again; his breath hitches in his chest, his stomach tightens in a knot. He tries to focus on what he’d been saying before. “But since it’s a disease that can’t be cured, maybe it came back, only it’s worse for Nakamaru now because he’s an adult, ne,” he theorizes out loud, even as he is unable to tear his eyes away from Shige and Ryo.
Koyama seems to agree. “Nakamaru-kun is the type, right?” he asks, draped all over and around Tegoshi now.
“Mmmph,” Shige answers, muffled and inarticulate.
When Massu hears it he feels the fever rise in his blood again in response; the moment he does, Yamapi’s hand is on his knee and Tegoshi’s mouth is on his throat and they both feel like a cool glass of water in the summertime just like that, making everything instantly seem okay with their support.
Massu supposes that Shige is probably right and Nakamaru has nothing to worry about, but on the off-hand chance that Shige is wrong, Massu comforts himself with the knowledge that if Nakamaru did get sick again, at least he knows a whole bunch of people here who are really good at giving the treatments for it.
~~~~~
By late afternoon, Nakamaru feels like he’s walking through molasses.
“Whatever you have, I don’t want it,” Ueda tells him straight up, and from there, Nakamaru unanimously gets confined to the very far corner of the room by the window, while their manager gets sent out for face masks and Vitamin C drops. Until he returns, a five-foot rule is implicitly adopted to properly confine the patient until further notice.
“I think I caught whatever it is Massu had,” Nakamaru admits, hoarsely. Whenever he closes his eyes that image is there again, burned behind his eyelids instead of burned from his mind like it’s supposed to be. It makes him dizzy. “It is all NEWS’s fault.”
When he puts his hand on his own forehead, he wonders if he is running a fever.
Jin just grins and tells him not to be a baby; he completed their concert tour looking and feeling way worse, after all.
“Yeah but it probably made your singing better,” Koki quips.
Nobody responds because they’re still not talking to Koki after the peeing fiasco. Ueda has even taken to covering his hands in hand-sanitizer every time he has to touch something Koki touched first.
Koki sulks at the others’ silence and goes back to his angry rap music and lovey-dovey text messages to Tegoshi.
Around Nakamaru (and Koki), the five-foot rule reigns supreme.
Nakamaru supposes that even if he does have what Massu has, at least he doesn’t have to worry about giving it to the rest of his group with any extra-curricular contact.
Honestly, NEWS is disgusting sometimes.
~~~~~
By evening, Nakamaru thinks there is definitely something, direly wrong with him, and not just in the way where he feels a little bit funny every time he thinks about Massu on the floor, naked-cuddling with his bandmates.
His suspicions are only confirmed when Massu drops by KAT-TUN’s dressing room after everyone else has already gone home, looking like he wants to talk. Nakamaru feels the urge to vomit again.
“Have you been feeling sick lately?” Massu asks out of the blue, while Nakamaru is sweating and trying not to throw up all over both of their very expensive shoes.
“Yeah,” Nakamaru manages, after swallowing a few times and leaning against the couch for support.
Massu’s brow furrows. “Have you been feeling kind of hot, and like your stomach hurts and you can’t eat anything properly?”
Nakamaru blinks. “Yes…actually,” he admits, mind fuzzy. “Is…is that what you had?”
Massu nods solemnly, and then takes a step forward. “I know it’s weird,” the younger idol starts, voice low, “but it’s okay ne. It’s just Chicken Pox! A special kind. You don’t have to be scared.”
Nakamaru automatically takes a step backwards, because words like “don’t be scared” automatically make him scared. “W…what?”
“A special kind of Chicken Pox!” Massu reiterates, while taking another step forward. Nakamaru takes another step backwards. “It’s incurable, ne, but the other members showed me how you can treat it, so it won’t be so bad.”
Despite feeling hot all day, Nakamaru suddenly feels his blood run stone cold. “What?” He’s pretty sure he’s had Chicken Pox before, back when he was little. This, whatever it is, is not Chicken Pox. Not even a special kind.
“Just think of it as a little injection,” Massu suggests, interpreting his question incorrectly. “You’ll definitely feel better afterwards, ne. I know I always do.”
Nakamaru’s eyes follow his friend’s hands as they suddenly, inexplicably start to undo his belt.
And then-just like that- he gets it, images from this morning suddenly attacking him full force again. He can see Massu’s head pillowed on Koyama’s bare shoulder, Koyama’s legs tangled under Tegoshi’s, Yamapi blanketed over Shige, Ryo curled in the middle of them all.
It really, really makes his head hurt; the room may have started to spin out of focus.
In the meantime, Massu finishes with his belt and reaches for his fly just as Nakamaru runs out of dressing room space to step backwards in, even though it’s supposed to be the biggest one in the jimusho.
So Nakamaru does the only other thing he can.
His eyes roll into the back of his head and he passes out.
~~~~~
When Nakamaru wakes up it is late that night and he is in a bed in the emergency room, with an IV drip in his arm and a cool compress resting on his forehead.
“This is unexpected,” he murmurs blearily, while Massu sits at his bedside holding his hand and looking equal parts guilty and worried. The sight sends a little unexpected flutter through Nakamaru, which is quickly and thoroughly quashed by the vomit-inducing nausea that promptly follows.
“I’m sorry I got you this sick,” Massu murmurs, while the older idol fights his gag reflex. “But don’t worry! Me and everyone in my group doesn’t mind giving you all the treatments you’ll need until you feel better.”
Nakamaru answers by telling him that he thinks he’s going to throw up.
Later, when the doctors tell him that he has suddenly come down with a pretty serious case of H1N1-and not anything else- Nakamaru thinks that he’s never felt so relieved to have the flu in his whole life.
END
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Universe: JE/NewS/KT
Theme/Topic: N/A
Rating: PG-15 for innuendo
Character/Pairing/s: NEWSxNEWS, NakamaruxMassu (appearances or mentions of the rest of KT)
Warnings/Spoilers: Stupidity.
Word Count: 2,425
Summary: The morning after the events of “It’s Like Chicken Pox for Johnnies”- Nakamaru starts to feel feverish.
Dedication: Crys’s request/s on my request meme! LOL I totally did two because you made it so easy to. I might have changed the tense in the first sentence you wrote.
A/N: This was way harder than it ought to have been. I wish it were better than it is to make up for it. LOL Anyway, one more to go! At the pace I am going at, it might actually be good that I only got two requests so far. -_-;;
Disclaimer: No harm or infringement is meant by this!
There is definitely something in the water at Johnny's Jimusho.
“That’s why I only drink imported,” Kame replies absently when he hears Nakamaru muttering to himself about it in the corner. The part of Nakamaru that is an environmental studies major stops to frown about the excess landfill waste Kame is creating by doing so, while the part of Nakamaru that is a normal guy under all that Johnny can’t fault Kame one little bit for his choices, all things considered.
He blames NEWS. It is entirely their fault.
More specifically, it is all because of what he had walked in on this morning, when he’d gone to visit NEWS’s dressing room after he had heard that Massu hadn’t been feeling well lately. Out of concern, he’d bought cough drops that tasted like candy and some little tubes of honey for Massu to put into the cups of warm tea that Koyama would inevitably be bringing him throughout the course of the day. He’d done it because Massu is his friend of course, but he’d also done it because he is generally a caring and thoughtful person despite how his group is marketed to the greater Japanese girl population.
As such, when he’d arrived to NEWS’s floor, Nakamaru had knocked first, because not only is he thoughtful but polite as well; when he hadn’t heard anything in response after a moment, he’d pushed the door open just a little bit and looked in. “Hello? Massu?”
It is a known fact that Nakamaru always takes care to be well behaved like that.
But on the other hand, he is also a person who is easily startled, so it is understandable that when he had looked into the dressing room and saw what he’d seen, he couldn’t really help it when he’d ended up screaming, “Oh god, my eyes!” without thinking, even if it meant being sort of impolite at the time, given that the people in the room involved were very clearly sleeping (and maybe a little bit naked too).
His sudden outburst had ended up waking some of the more alert NEWS members from their nap orgy on the floor, and before they could quite figure out what was going on and who was screaming at them out of nowhere, Nakamaru had quickly shut the door, tried to burn the image of what he had just witnessed from his brain, and briskly walked back to KAT-TUN’s dressing room, where everything was nice and normal and none of the members chose to be within a good three feet of each other at any one given time. It is why they have the biggest dressing room in the jimusho (though Taguchi thinks it is because of their sales).
“If Massu is sick,” Nakamaru murmurs incredulously to himself now, once he is safely tucked back in KAT-TUN’s designated work space, “whatever he’s got is definitely going to spread to other people that way!” Again, he tries (with very little success) to burn the image of what he had just witnessed from his mind.
“What the hell?” Koki asks, from a comfortable three feet away.
Nakamaru’s shakes his head. “NEWS is unsanitary,” he explains, in short.
Koki’s brow furrows. “What, like they don’t wash their hands after going to the bathroom? Because I think it’s fine for guys if it’s just peeing.”
Nakamaru ignores him while the rest of KAT-TUN silently increases the distance between themselves and Koki.
Luckily their dressing room is very, very big.
~~~~~
“Nakamaru, let’s go get lunch together,” Massu says, during their lunch break.
Nakamaru stares at him.
For some reason, looking at the Massu of today feels very different from looking at the Massu of before-today; it starts to make Nakamaru feel funny somehow, like maybe he’s coming down with something too. In the back of his mind, he realizes that logically, it is highly possible that Massu might still be contagious despite having gotten the okay to come in to work this morning from the doctor he’d seen. Nakamaru vaguely wonders if maybe Massu has given him whatever he has, or is in the process of giving it to him right now, or something.
But then again, Massu seems fine. He is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when he invites Nakamaru out to eat with him and does not look sick at all, not even a little bit. In fact, he looks stupendous; his smile is even brighter than usual, there’s something in his walk that might be classified as a bit of a swagger, and there’s definitely, definitely a strange sort of aura emanating from him, something not unlike the way a person’s face positively glows after being flushed from exuberance or exercise or coming in from the cold or the middle-to-late stages of pregnancy.
Nakamaru’s head starts to hurt.
“Nakamaru? Are you too busy with work to eat with me today?” Massu asks, visibly deflating when Nakamaru doesn’t answer his invitation in the affirmative right away. “If that’s the case it’s fine, ne. I can go eat by myself.”
The sad-eyed look he gives his friend makes Nakamaru blink and shake his head automatically. “No, I’m not busy,” he manages hoarsely. It makes Massu light up again, so bright and contented that Nakamaru suddenly flashes back to this morning, to himself holding his bag of candy-flavored kiddy cough drops and little honey sticks, staring wide-eyed through the crack in the door at NEWS being unsanitary and spreading disease.
At the thought, he starts to feel a little bit dizzy himself.
Massu notices. “Are you alright?” he asks, brow furrowed in concern when beads of sweat start to gather on Nakamaru’s nose.
“I have a headache and think I need to throw up,” Nakamaru tells him honestly, and excuses himself to the bathroom.
~~~~~
“Can someone who’s sick get someone else sick by spending five minutes with them?” Massu asks his groupmates later that afternoon, while Yamapi’s head is pillowed in his lap and Tegoshi plays with his hair.
Shige snorts. “You can get someone sick in five seconds if you’re not careful,” he says smartly, managing to sound somewhat dignified even with Koyama’s toes wiggling near his ear. “Germs spread really easily in the air, you know.”
“Mmmm,” Massu murmurs, and figures that out of everyone, Shige would know best. He is their king of random knowledge and their number one pick for a quiz show representative, after all. “All it takes is five seconds, ne.”
“Yup,” Shige confirms, and swats Koyama’s toes away from his ear. Koyama giggles and retaliates.
In the meantime, Massu starts to feel guilty about having exposed his friend to his special case of Chicken Pox so carelessly; he probably should have been more conscientious and worn a mask to keep the germs from spreading everywhere.
Koyama notices; “Massu, is something the matter?” he asks, and stops pushing his feet towards Shige’s face for a moment.
“I think I infected Nakamaru with our disease,” Massu admits to his groupmates, brow furrowed with regret. “He didn’t seem healthy this afternoon.”
A beat.
Then, “Pffft,” Ryo snorts in response, and seems to want to leave it at that.
“Pffft?” Massu asks, while Yamapi squirms in his lap because Ryo snorting into his abdomen like that had tickled.
“Everyone in KAT-TUN caught the juvenile strain already,” Shige drawls by way of explanation. “So they got over the worst of their symptoms about six years ago.”
Something about the way he says it makes Tegoshi laugh, soft and breathy against the back of Massu’s neck.
Meanwhile, Ryo tells Shige to stop being such a smart mouth; apparently there are other things he would prefer Shige’s mouth to engage in right now. Massu absently rubs his backside and thinks Ryo’s case of the virus is particularly strong today.
Shige looks like he wants to respond with something properly smart-mouthy just to rebel, but before he can, he suddenly can’t anymore, and Ryo sounds much happier now that he is getting treated properly.
Massu watches them for a little bit and feels his own familiar symptoms start to rise up again; his breath hitches in his chest, his stomach tightens in a knot. He tries to focus on what he’d been saying before. “But since it’s a disease that can’t be cured, maybe it came back, only it’s worse for Nakamaru now because he’s an adult, ne,” he theorizes out loud, even as he is unable to tear his eyes away from Shige and Ryo.
Koyama seems to agree. “Nakamaru-kun is the type, right?” he asks, draped all over and around Tegoshi now.
“Mmmph,” Shige answers, muffled and inarticulate.
When Massu hears it he feels the fever rise in his blood again in response; the moment he does, Yamapi’s hand is on his knee and Tegoshi’s mouth is on his throat and they both feel like a cool glass of water in the summertime just like that, making everything instantly seem okay with their support.
Massu supposes that Shige is probably right and Nakamaru has nothing to worry about, but on the off-hand chance that Shige is wrong, Massu comforts himself with the knowledge that if Nakamaru did get sick again, at least he knows a whole bunch of people here who are really good at giving the treatments for it.
~~~~~
By late afternoon, Nakamaru feels like he’s walking through molasses.
“Whatever you have, I don’t want it,” Ueda tells him straight up, and from there, Nakamaru unanimously gets confined to the very far corner of the room by the window, while their manager gets sent out for face masks and Vitamin C drops. Until he returns, a five-foot rule is implicitly adopted to properly confine the patient until further notice.
“I think I caught whatever it is Massu had,” Nakamaru admits, hoarsely. Whenever he closes his eyes that image is there again, burned behind his eyelids instead of burned from his mind like it’s supposed to be. It makes him dizzy. “It is all NEWS’s fault.”
When he puts his hand on his own forehead, he wonders if he is running a fever.
Jin just grins and tells him not to be a baby; he completed their concert tour looking and feeling way worse, after all.
“Yeah but it probably made your singing better,” Koki quips.
Nobody responds because they’re still not talking to Koki after the peeing fiasco. Ueda has even taken to covering his hands in hand-sanitizer every time he has to touch something Koki touched first.
Koki sulks at the others’ silence and goes back to his angry rap music and lovey-dovey text messages to Tegoshi.
Around Nakamaru (and Koki), the five-foot rule reigns supreme.
Nakamaru supposes that even if he does have what Massu has, at least he doesn’t have to worry about giving it to the rest of his group with any extra-curricular contact.
Honestly, NEWS is disgusting sometimes.
~~~~~
By evening, Nakamaru thinks there is definitely something, direly wrong with him, and not just in the way where he feels a little bit funny every time he thinks about Massu on the floor, naked-cuddling with his bandmates.
His suspicions are only confirmed when Massu drops by KAT-TUN’s dressing room after everyone else has already gone home, looking like he wants to talk. Nakamaru feels the urge to vomit again.
“Have you been feeling sick lately?” Massu asks out of the blue, while Nakamaru is sweating and trying not to throw up all over both of their very expensive shoes.
“Yeah,” Nakamaru manages, after swallowing a few times and leaning against the couch for support.
Massu’s brow furrows. “Have you been feeling kind of hot, and like your stomach hurts and you can’t eat anything properly?”
Nakamaru blinks. “Yes…actually,” he admits, mind fuzzy. “Is…is that what you had?”
Massu nods solemnly, and then takes a step forward. “I know it’s weird,” the younger idol starts, voice low, “but it’s okay ne. It’s just Chicken Pox! A special kind. You don’t have to be scared.”
Nakamaru automatically takes a step backwards, because words like “don’t be scared” automatically make him scared. “W…what?”
“A special kind of Chicken Pox!” Massu reiterates, while taking another step forward. Nakamaru takes another step backwards. “It’s incurable, ne, but the other members showed me how you can treat it, so it won’t be so bad.”
Despite feeling hot all day, Nakamaru suddenly feels his blood run stone cold. “What?” He’s pretty sure he’s had Chicken Pox before, back when he was little. This, whatever it is, is not Chicken Pox. Not even a special kind.
“Just think of it as a little injection,” Massu suggests, interpreting his question incorrectly. “You’ll definitely feel better afterwards, ne. I know I always do.”
Nakamaru’s eyes follow his friend’s hands as they suddenly, inexplicably start to undo his belt.
And then-just like that- he gets it, images from this morning suddenly attacking him full force again. He can see Massu’s head pillowed on Koyama’s bare shoulder, Koyama’s legs tangled under Tegoshi’s, Yamapi blanketed over Shige, Ryo curled in the middle of them all.
It really, really makes his head hurt; the room may have started to spin out of focus.
In the meantime, Massu finishes with his belt and reaches for his fly just as Nakamaru runs out of dressing room space to step backwards in, even though it’s supposed to be the biggest one in the jimusho.
So Nakamaru does the only other thing he can.
His eyes roll into the back of his head and he passes out.
~~~~~
When Nakamaru wakes up it is late that night and he is in a bed in the emergency room, with an IV drip in his arm and a cool compress resting on his forehead.
“This is unexpected,” he murmurs blearily, while Massu sits at his bedside holding his hand and looking equal parts guilty and worried. The sight sends a little unexpected flutter through Nakamaru, which is quickly and thoroughly quashed by the vomit-inducing nausea that promptly follows.
“I’m sorry I got you this sick,” Massu murmurs, while the older idol fights his gag reflex. “But don’t worry! Me and everyone in my group doesn’t mind giving you all the treatments you’ll need until you feel better.”
Nakamaru answers by telling him that he thinks he’s going to throw up.
Later, when the doctors tell him that he has suddenly come down with a pretty serious case of H1N1-and not anything else- Nakamaru thinks that he’s never felt so relieved to have the flu in his whole life.
END
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