My Secret Girl (Part 2)
Title: My Secret Girl (Part 2/4)
Author: stupeur
Editor: cranperryjuice
Rating: R for sexuality, language, statutory rape.
Pairing: Miya (MUCC) x Younha (Korean singer and actress)
Summary: When Miya decides to help a young, promising singer set foot in the music industry, he has no idea how seriously she will take his offer.
Previous part: 1
Notes: Finally some drama! Introducing Tatsurou and Yukke as my support cast. I had been wanting to get into whatever crap happened between the MUCC members in their Zekuu/Kuchiki no Tou era (no one really knows what happened, but rumor has it that they almost broke up), and this is my take on it since it actually fits the timeline.
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Miya looked at his watch for the umpteenth time before letting his hand fall back on the arm of the couch with a loud sigh. They had been waiting for a little under two hours.
Yukke, Satochi and he had at least managed to get some work done since they had gotten to the studio, but without Tatsurou, it had been hard to make any substantial progress. It hadn't been the first time Miya had to take the task of singing upon himself, but he had been growing more irritated by Tatsurou's absence with every passing minute and had finally called for a break when he had found himself unable to even concentrate properly.
At this point, he was having serious doubts that Tatsurou would show up at all. It didn't even come as a surprise anymore when he didn't. Miya couldn't even remember when things had started to go awry and now he felt extremely guilty for letting things get out of hand like that. However, he wasn't sure what he could have done, either - he had yelled, sulked and threatened his fill, and it still felt like his main task as a leader was merely to keep the band going.
Miya glanced at his watch again. In a little under ten minutes, they'd be charged for a third hour of studio rental. "Let's call it a day," he forced himself to say, getting up. He reached into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes and his lighter, noticing that Yukke and Satochi were both waiting for him to start packing his things up before doing so themselves. Amused, he opened his mouth to prompt them into moving, but Satochi spoke first:
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Only then did Miya see what had really been holding their attention.
"... Hi, guys. Sorry, I'm a little late," Tatsurou said hesitantly, standing in the doorway.
"A little? We've been waiting for two fucking hours!" Miya had rarely ever seen Satochi angry, but he was enraged. Yukke hadn't uttered a word yet, but Miya clearly caught his eyes rolling at Tatsurou's apology. None of them had particularly enjoyed getting up at the crack of dawn to be in the studio on time.
Miya motioned wordlessly for the other two to go back to their business. He walked up to Tatsurou and grabbed him by the shoulder to lead him further away from them, and chuckled despite himself when he saw Tatsurou wobble on his feet as he tried to keep up with his quick pace. He knew him well enough to know what the unsteadiness and the slow enunciation meant. Tatsurou was drunk.
"... You're not angry, are you?"
"I think I've been angry enough. Answering your phone was the least you could've done, though." Miya inhaled a long drag of smoke, watching Tatsurou shift uncomfortably. He was certain the phone had been left off purposely. Whatever Tatsurou had been doing, he hadn't wanted to be disturbed. "... What? Afraid of confronting me?"
"Don't be such a prick. I just didn't hear it, that's all," Tatsurou started defensively, eyebrow raised. "Anyway, I'm here now. So much for being afraid of confrontation."
"Fair enough. So what's the story this time? Had one too many drinks? Were you with a girl? Was she hot?" Miya asked with a falsely perky tone.
"... Fine. I went out yesterday, I missed the last train and I ended up sleeping through my alarm. Happy now?"
"I'd be much happier if you weren't missing the last train all the fucking time. I guess I've learnt my lesson now."
"... What do you mean?" Tatsurou asked warily.
"What do you think? I'm fucking sick of you always showing up late or drunk or tired as hell because you were too busy fucking the lights out of some chick the night before, and hearing about your flings on goddamn 2channel!" Miya took a deep breath to calm himself down. When that failed, he instead took another drag from his cigarette, glancing at the other two who were doing a piss-poor job of pretending they were not listening.
"For fuck's sake, Miya, it's not as bad as you're making it seem. I don't even go out with fans, so there's no way in hell it'd make it to 2channel."
"Really? I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."
Tatsurou rolled his eyes. "Holy fuck, stop getting on my case just for having some fun-"
"It's not all about you!" Miya interrupted him. "I'm working my ass off to give us a semblance of credibility, and you just go and make us look like a bunch of assholes all the fucking time! Do you understand what it means for me? For Yukke? For Satochi? Do you even care about the band beyond your own ego trip?"
He expected Tatsurou to yell back at him, but he instead kept his eyes down, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. "... I do. I love MUCC. I love making music with you guys." He shrugged his shoulders a bit. "But I don't know. It's not like it used to be. You're so fucking serious and difficult all the time. It's like I'm never going to be good enough for you, and it just... it fucking sucks."
That actually got a smile out of Miya. Having Tatsurou accuse him of being too serious was the most honest answer he'd gotten out of him in months. "Believe me, I know how nice it feels to finally get some popularity and have the attention of all these girls. But if we want it to last, we really have to treat the band as a job."
Tatsurou let out a sigh and sat on the edge of the desk. He looked exhausted. "... I'm really sorry."
"I know I'm asking a lot from all three of you. And if you can't keep up, tell me. Honestly, I'd rather you admit it instead of keeping this shit up. Things can't go on like that."
Tatsurou had a sad smile. "... Or else you'll kick me out?"
Miya couldn't bring himself to say it aloud. "... Just think about it, okay? And give me a call when you really know what's best for you."
He didn't wait to see Tatsurou's reaction before turning around to gather his things, and flat out ignored Yukke when he caught him mouthing the words "you can't be serious" at him. He left the room without a word and barely acknowledged the studio technician on his way out.
The ride home was pure torture. His conversation with Tatsurou kept playing over and over again in his head, followed by a dozen different scenarios - Tatsurou staying and ultimately causing them to lose their contract; Tatsurou leaving and the hassle of finding someone to replace him; Tatsurou leaving, Yukke and Satochi following suit, and MUCC disbanding. Miya desperately wanted to forget he had ever given Tatsurou the choice to leave the band and that he himself had put the eventuality of MUCC's end on the table. All he wanted at that point was to get home and hide under his covers until death ensued.
Or have a huge bowl of the doenjang jjigae Younha had cooked the night before.
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"Welcome home," Miya mumbled from under his blanket when he heard Younha's voice chime from the living room. He had stayed in bed since he had gotten home, his phone on one side of the pillow and his dog on the other, trying to sleep off the uneasiness. Despite his usual ability to fall asleep just about anywhere and anytime, though, he'd spent the last two hours tossing about.
He heard the front door close, followed by Younha's light footsteps coming into the bedroom and the sound of something (he guessed her bag) being dropped on the floor. "Sorry, I woke you up?" she asked sheepishly.
Miya finally emerged from under the covers. "Don't worry, I was just-whoa, would you look at that!" he interrupted himself when he saw her, grinning like an idiot. Younha struck a pose and smiled back at him brightly, long, smooth strands of hair cascading down her shoulders.
"It's for my audition," she explained. "What do you think?" She sat down next to him on his futon and shook her head enthusiastically, making her new locks flutter in all directions.
"Hair extensions?" Miya reached for a strand of hair in order to feel the texture. It was soft and shiny, and slid between his fingers almost like water. "It's really nice," he started, and looked at her just in time to see her cheeks redden. "You look really different with long hair." He meant it, too. It was like it put into light a completely new side of her personnality: he knew her to be lively and bright, but the long hair seemed to highlight her sweet, softhearted nature.
"Thank you!" Younha stretched her hands out towards Miya, fingers spread out like stars. "Look, I also had a manicure!" He took one of her hands in his to have a look at her nails. They were painted in a gradation of pinks and some gems had been carefully applied around the tips. "It's a gift from my parents. Though they were a bit angry because it's really expensive compared to Korea."
Miya chuckled."I can imagine. Looks great, though," he added with a smile.
"Thank you." Younha returned the smile, but then it vanished and she tilted her head to the side, squinting a bit.
"... What?"
"I don't know, I just-I thought you looked... kind of sad."
Miya started scratching Gizmo's belly thoroughly to give himself something to do. Why did she have to be so damn perceptive? "... I guess I'm a bit out of it. I'm having some rather big problems with the band right now."
"... With the members?"
"Yeah," Miya answered with a loud sigh. He fought himself for about five seconds before deciding to tell her about everything that had happened: how close the four of them used to be back when they had to play in front of girls who were putting on their makeup for the next band, the way popularity (for lack of a better word) had affected them, the stress their major contract had been causing them, the conversation he'd had with Tatsurou that very morning, the tension that had arisen between them over the last several months, what it would mean for him financially if they lost their contract, and how he didn't want to lose it anyway because he was having the time of his life, and he didn't want it to stop.
Miya had to catch his breath when he was done and glanced at his mobile phone just in case. The light indicator was off, meaning that he hadn't gotten any new messages, but he still felt slightly better now.
"... Can I do anything?" Younha finally asked softly, leaning in to scratch Gizmo behind the ears. She hadn't said anything until then and there had been a long silence during which only the soft snoring of the dog could be heard.
"I don't know. Pray, maybe," Miya said, chuckling bitterly.
A grin spread across her face and a strange light shone in her eyes. "You just gave me an idea! Let's go!"
Miya stared at her, baffled. "... Go where?"
"Pray! I wanted to go for my audition. I thought if it's good for exams, maybe it's good for auditions. And for problems with your band," she added emphatically. "Anyway, I want to go to Meiji Jingu."
"Would be nice if it did. If it works at all, that is," Miya managed when he was finally done laughing.
Younha slapped his arm playfully. "It'll be fun! Come on!"
"Fine, I'll take you to Meiji Jingu." He had barely finished his sentence that Younha had sprung to her feet. "... You mean now?"
"... Why not?" she retorted with an exaggerated pout. She threw Miya his cap and his jacket, and less than an hour later, the two of them were walking down the path that led from Harajuku station to Meiji Jingu.
It wasn't a holiday and the weather was a little too cold to be comfortable, so visitors were few and far between. It didn't matter to Miya at all and he instead appreciated the calmness of the shrine grounds. The one and only time he had ever been to Meiji Jingu was a couple of years back, shortly after New Year's Day, and it had been so crowded that it had been practically impossible to enjoy the experience.
"Sooo cool!" Younha exclaimed, head thrown back to take in the whole of the main torii gate. "Oppa, take my picture!" She dropped her digital camera in Miya's hand and ran up to the gate before striking a pose between the two pillars.
Miya had to walk back a couple of meters before the whole gate fit in the frame. "All right, I got you! Cheese!"
"Thank you! Want me to take a picture of you?" she asked after he had shown her the picture he had shot of her. Miya tried to turn down the offer, but she apparently wouldn't take no as an answer. "Come on! With me?" Not leaving him any time to answer, she leaned against him and pointed the camera at them. Miya barely had time to raise the horns at the camera before she pressed the button.
They had to make a couple of other tries when their first attempts turned out to be horribly out of focus. On their fourth try, they finally managed to fit the two of them inside the frame and catch enough of the gate for it to be recognizable. They then resumed their walk towards the shrine building. Younha apparently loved either photography or Japanese architecture and snapped multiple pictures of everything that held her attention, from the huge crows flying above their heads to the flower detail on the door handles of the building. She was in high spirits and her good mood was so contagious that Miya quickly managed to put aside what had been on his mind all day long.
"You ruined it!" she exclaimed, laughing, when he jumped in front of the sake barrels she was about to snap.
"What do you mean, I ruined it? It's much better that way!"
She tried to push him out of her way so that she could actually take the picture, but Miya stood directly in front of her to block her next attempts. She seemed to forget about the barrels and instead snapped several pictures of him before he produced his cellphone and got even. With the two of them intent on interfering with each other's pictures, progress to the main building had taken a rather long time, but they eventually reached it.
"You know how to make a prayer?" Miya asked and Younha shook her head. "You throw some money in there, you ring the bell once, bow twice, clap your hands twice, make your prayer, then bow once."
"... Throw money, ring the bell, bow twice... And then?"
"Clap twice, pray, clap once. Try it," Miya said, putting a five yen coin in her hand. He grinned when he saw her mouthing the procedures to herself once more. She then threw the coin into the offering box and took the rope in order to ring the bell.
"Louder!" Miya prompted her, laughing at the barely audible sound out she first got out of the bell. Younha shook the rope harder after hushing him jokingly and Miya decided to go along with a prayer of his own while she did hers.
It had been a while since he had last done anything of the sort. He had skipped out on the annual New Year prayer during the past several years. Even before, he rarely had any particular wish in mind when he did visit shrines, except maybe for successful exams when he was in high school. This time, however, was quite different - there were a lot of things he wanted. He wanted MUCC to keep forging ahead, he wanted to live off music sooner rather than later, and he wanted it to happen alongside Tatsurou, Yukke and Satochi.
He also wanted Younha to either magically grow a couple of years older or stop finding ways to look prettier, or soon he'd have to be cuffed to the kitchen table.
Miya tried hard to repress a smirk at the thought as he bowed one last time. Younha was already done. "Why are you smiling like that?" she asked curiously.
"I'm not smiling," he said, but he was too aware of the huge grin plastered on his face.
"You are!"
"I'm not! C'mon, I'll get you an omamori," he said as he headed down the steps of the building. He expected to be accused of trying to change the subject, but the idea seemed to please Younha quite a lot and she followed him willingly to the amulet stand.
Miya quickly located the amulets that were made especially for the success of artists, since he figured that's what the two of them would need. He was very tempted by omamori meant for pets and GeGeGe no Kitarou keychains, but finally only bought a pink amulet for Younha, a white one for himself and two fortune papers (he had to tie his half-curse to a temple tree while Younha kept her great blessing in her wallet). They then finally headed back towards Harajuku station.
They had already passed the main gate when Younha suddenly stopped and turned around to look at it. "We should get a better picture of us," she suggested. They did not have to wait long before finding a helpful stranger to take their picture. Miya did his usual pose while Younha wrapped her arm around his, throwing a peace sign up. When they resumed their walk to the station, she only let go of Miya's arm to take his hand in hers instead.
"Jean-Paul Hévin's boutique is on Omotesandou," Miya started nervously, "and they have amazing chocolates. Wanna grab some?"
He wasn't sure why he had invited to have chocolate pastries now of all times, and it felt like it had pretty much come out of its own accord. He wasn't even sure what to do of the small hand that was wrapped around his - he did like its warmth and its soft touch though, and he was just about to tell himself that it was fine when he realized just how close she was and suddenly lost his composure. Much in spite of himself, he abruptly leaned back when he thought he'd seen her move even closer. "Younha, I-I'm sorry, but I... um..." he muttered, but he had to stop there, feeling completely stupid. He had no idea how to even finish his sentence.
Younha blinked at him, looking puzzled. "... What's wrong?"
"I-I'm... Never mind."
On the bright side, Miya didn't have MUCC on his mind at all anymore.
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"... So what's the problem again?"
"Were you even listening? I think she thinks we're dating, but I'm not sure. And it's fucking awkward." Miya checked the expiration date on the yogurt pot, opened the lid to have a look inside (just to make sure) and put it back in the fridge.
"You should just go for it if you like her that much," Yukke suggested between two sips of beer.
"I never said I like her," Miya said defensively, and he promptly heard Yukke cackle from beyond the open door of the fridge.
"We've known each other for what, seventeen years? Don't think I can't see it when you have the hots for someone. And come on. The rocker meets a beautiful pianist at an open mic and they end up living together by an unexpected twist of fate," he said, spreading his hands in front of him and looking upwards dreamily. "That's one perfect set-up if I ever heard one."
"Yukke, it's my life you're talking about, not some drama. And she's not even an adult," Miya reminded his friend. "Dammit, I can't figure out what's giving off that smell."
Yukke walked up to the fridge, peeking inside from above Miya's shoulder. "You're sure it's not the milk?"
"I checked three times already."
"The curry then? Anyway, don't fret too much. She's eighteen, not eight. Legally, you have every right to sex her up," Yukke said, helping himself to Miya's strawberries.
"Don't say it like that!" Miya hissed between his teeth. "And I haven't washed those strawberries."
"I don't care," Yukke replied, mouth full. "You just enjoy complicating stuff way too much. You obviously like her, and I'm pretty sure she likes you. Or else she wouldn't have showed up on your doorstep, of all people."
"... Or she's just way too naive for her own good. Meaning that I shouldn't take advantage of her trust," Miya retorted, shaking a celery branch at him emphatically.
Yukke laughed. "She's the one who prances around in her underwear and took your hand when you guys were out on a date, I think she-"
"Who said it was a date?"
"That was totally a date, Guccha. Believe me, she knows damn well what she's doing. You should at least make a move before she goes back to Korea. How long has she been living with you again?"
"About two months now."
Yukke's brow raised in surprise. "Wow. If it were me, I would've already-"
"You'd already be charged for sexual assault, I know, I know," Miya finished with a wry grin, earning himself a slap behind the head.
"Anyway, you never know. What if she ends up staying in Japan for a while?"
Miya nodded absentmindedly, thinking that last question over. He'd never thought he'd end up enjoying Younha's presence so much, and now he didn't really want to think of when she'd have to leave. They got along perfectly and, if anything, it was a nice change of pace to have someone who understood what music meant to him and who supported him. His last girlfriend had left when MUCC had gone from a hobby to a career and started eating up too much of his time, and the one before that because it looked at the time like the band wasn't going anywhere.
He really hoped that Yukke was right and that the age gap really wasn't that big a deal. He was ready to endure blue balls as long as he needed to if it meant having Younha right there with him.
"... Have you heard anything from Tatsurou?" Yukke asked out of the blue. It seemed his thoughts had wandered away as well.
"Nothing since last time," Miya answered with a sigh, throwing out an eggplant that was more than overripe. "... What will you do if Tatsurou decides to leave?"
"... I don't really want to think about it."
"Doesn't make the possibility any less real."
Yukke sighed loudly. "I'll stay. I mean, I probably wouldn't even be in a band ever if it weren't for you." He shrugged his shoulders a bit before leaning in to take out a small package from the fridge. "So long as you're in it, I'm too."
"Thanks, man," Miya said with a soft smile before closing the door of the fridge. "I give up." Much to his surprise, though, his nose could still make out the smell that had permeated the innards of his fridge, and it suddenly occurred to him that the perpetrator was the box of baechu kimchi that Yukke now had in his hands.
"... What?" Yukke asked innocently when he noticed Miya staring at him, and Miya replied with the loudest sigh he had ever let out.
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Miya put the menu horizontally between Younha and him so that the two of them could look at it. "Don't hold back. You can go all out tonight," he said with a grin. According to her, her second audition had gone very well - the panel had seemed genuinely impressed by her performance and she expected to hear back from them in the next few days. Miya had thus decided to take her out, both in order to celebrate and to make up for the awkward finale of their outing at the shrine.
He had taken her to Shimokitazawa, one of his favorite areas in Tokyo. They had done some shopping - Miya had bought himself a new hat and a couple of CDs, while Younha had instead set her heart on takoyaki-flavored astronaut food and a syringe-shaped pen from a novelty shop. By then, they had both been quite hungry and had headed to Magic Spice, a popular soup curry restaurant. As expected from any Korean person, Younha had proven that she could handle spicy food, and Miya hoped she would like the establishment as much as he.
"How spicy do you take?" Younha inquired, looking up from the spiciness level card.
"I usually go for Nirvana." Miya answered absentmindedly, studying the topping list, but then realized that Younha was staring at him with a broad grin. "... What?"
She smirked at him defiantly, chin slightly raised. "That's boring! Don't you want to try something more exciting?"
Miya knew he should refuse (his tolerance to spiciness was nothing outstanding), but instead, something inside of him prompted him to taunt her back. "Is this a challenge?"
"Yes. I challenge you to Laputa."
A red light went off in Miya's mind again, but moments later, he was ordering two Laputa chicken soup curries. The mere name had prompted a conversation about Laputa: Castle in the Sky and they were still having a very heated discussion about Miyazaki movies when they received the appetizers they had ordered.
"You know," Younha started, staring down as she was cutting her Nepalese dumpling, "I really wanted to thank you. If you hadn't been there I'm sure I couldn't do it."
Miya smiled. "Don't worry about it. I didn't do that much, anyway."
Younha firmly shook her head at that. "That's not true! You taught me a lot. I thought about your advices during the audition and I'm sure it helped." She smiled at him before asking, "Did you ever take an audition?"
"Not really. My friend had his own label so that's how we released our first two albums. After that we were invited to join Danger Crue." Miya smirked crookedly. "I would've recommended you, but I don't think you'd fit too well."
"I know," Younha said, laughing. "I just hope this work."
Their main dishes arrived shortly after and that was enough to make Miya already regret his decision: the soup was definitely redder than usual. He was barely a few bites into his meal when Younha commented on his red complexion, and she soon dug out her camera to snap a picture of him. She was apparently completely unaffected by the abundance of chili powder and obviously very amused by his struggle.
An extra bowl of rice and three water refills later, Miya had finally managed to finish his plate. "Holy fuck," he groaned before excusing himself from the table (all this water had taken its toll on him), leaving Younha laughing to herself.
Miya stared at himself in the bathroom mirror as he washed his hands- he could only hope that the redness would wear off quickly- and decided to rinse his face when he noticed some sweat beading on his forehead. So much for his attempt at redeeming himself. Things were going absolutely nowhere and, at this rate, Younha wouldn't want to be seen in public with him by the following week.
He sighed - he had never realized how bad he was with girls until now. He had somehow made it through twenty-four years of life by simply letting things settle in place by themselves, but this time around, he didn't have the luxury to do so. Younha wouldn't be in Japan for that much longer.
He had to do something about it, and it had to be tonight. It soon became obvious that they needed to go somewhere else. As much as he loved Magic Spice, its animated atmosphere and the statue of Ganesha staring at them were not exactly conducive to anything romantic. Then, they'd have to talk. Between the age gap, their different lifestyles and the fact that they didn't even live in the same country, they had a lot to sort out.
"I know of a much better place for that," he said with a smile when Younha inquired about desserts before paying for their meal and leading her outside. He had barely convinced himself to take her hand when she reached for his and Miya gave it an affectionate squeeze before entwining their fingers.
Mikeneko-sha was a small, cozy coffee shop, located on a second floor and often unnoticed by passersby. In fact, they had been lucky enough to have it all to themselves that evening.
Younha let out a dreamy sigh and put down the Lamorisse picture book that decorated their table. "What a cute place."
Miya nodded, fidgeting with the handle of his cup. "Yeah, I really like it here. I always feel like the world stops... or something," he added in case that had sounded too weird.
"Mm, I think I can see why," she concurred.
"... So, um, Younha?" It had taken Miya a lot to simply get the words out. There was no going back now - or so he thought: he hadn't had the time to say anything else before his cellphone rang and he felt his stomach drop to his feet. He flipped the handheld open in the hope that it would be Tatsurou (still no word from him since their conversation of a several days ago). However, it was Nagisa this time around, inquiring about why he wasn't replying to her messages, and Miya didn't even bother making it to the end of her text message before turning off his mobile.
"You wanted to say something?" Younha asked after he'd put his phone back into his pocket, smiling at him from above her cup.
She looked so beautiful under the dim lightning, with her rosy cheeks and her long hair and her dark lashes, that Miya had completely forgotten everything he wanted to tell her. Instead, he leaned above their two cups of Kenyan coffee and the piece of black sesame chiffon cake à la mode they had been sharing and, while the waitress was not looking, gave Younha a tender kiss that tasted of vanilla ice cream.
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Miya had no idea how he'd gotten there, but he couldn't possibly care less. Younha was straddling him, his t-shirt hanging off one of her shoulders, her eyes staring straight down into his. She started rocking her hips against his erection, and the unexpected friction wrung a moan out of him. He had been wanting her for so long and now the slightest movement of her body against his felt like bolts of electricity running down his spine.
He ran his hands through her short hair and over her cheeks, her moist lips and her neck, and that's when he realized just how he really couldn't think straight - she had managed to rid herself of the t-shirt without him even noticing. He let his eyes run over her naked body and slid his hands down to her breasts, hesitantly at first, in case she brushed him off. Younha, however, gave him a smile and placed her hands atop his to guide them, letting out a quiet sigh when he pressed his palms to her chest.
Her breasts were firm and soft, and fit perfectly under his fingers. He caressed them slowly, squeezing them a bit before flicking at the nipples playfully, watching as she bit her bottom lip to hold back a moan, blood rushing to her face. He felt the hold of her thighs tighten around his hips and she jerked down against him, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips - and Miya didn't see it coming at all when he was suddenly driven over the edge, the sound of his own moan ringing loudly in his ears.
He was not even done coming when he suddenly woke up. Gizmo was staring at him quizzically, apparently woken by the commotion. Fortunately, Younha was fast asleep, barely discernible under her blanket. Miya sighed loudly and let his head fall back on the pillow before finally convincing himself to get out of bed and untangling himself from the covers. He didn't even bother taking his glasses and quietly snatched a pair of underwear from his drawer before heading to the bathroom to clean up and get changed.
The memory of his dream was still too vivid for him to go back to sleep right away, so he instead sat down at the table with a tall glass of water. Several minutes had passed when a disrupting buzz broke the silence - his cellphone was vibrating against the wood of the table, practically moving across it.
Miya took his phone and saw Tatsurou's name on the caller ID. "Hello?"
"... Man, I'm glad you're up. Listen, I- don't want to quit." There was a pause. "We need to talk this out. Are you free sometime this week?"
"Sure," Miya started, feeling himself smile, "whenever."
Author: stupeur
Editor: cranperryjuice
Rating: R for sexuality, language, statutory rape.
Pairing: Miya (MUCC) x Younha (Korean singer and actress)
Summary: When Miya decides to help a young, promising singer set foot in the music industry, he has no idea how seriously she will take his offer.
Previous part: 1
Notes: Finally some drama! Introducing Tatsurou and Yukke as my support cast. I had been wanting to get into whatever crap happened between the MUCC members in their Zekuu/Kuchiki no Tou era (no one really knows what happened, but rumor has it that they almost broke up), and this is my take on it since it actually fits the timeline.
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Miya looked at his watch for the umpteenth time before letting his hand fall back on the arm of the couch with a loud sigh. They had been waiting for a little under two hours.
Yukke, Satochi and he had at least managed to get some work done since they had gotten to the studio, but without Tatsurou, it had been hard to make any substantial progress. It hadn't been the first time Miya had to take the task of singing upon himself, but he had been growing more irritated by Tatsurou's absence with every passing minute and had finally called for a break when he had found himself unable to even concentrate properly.
At this point, he was having serious doubts that Tatsurou would show up at all. It didn't even come as a surprise anymore when he didn't. Miya couldn't even remember when things had started to go awry and now he felt extremely guilty for letting things get out of hand like that. However, he wasn't sure what he could have done, either - he had yelled, sulked and threatened his fill, and it still felt like his main task as a leader was merely to keep the band going.
Miya glanced at his watch again. In a little under ten minutes, they'd be charged for a third hour of studio rental. "Let's call it a day," he forced himself to say, getting up. He reached into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes and his lighter, noticing that Yukke and Satochi were both waiting for him to start packing his things up before doing so themselves. Amused, he opened his mouth to prompt them into moving, but Satochi spoke first:
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Only then did Miya see what had really been holding their attention.
"... Hi, guys. Sorry, I'm a little late," Tatsurou said hesitantly, standing in the doorway.
"A little? We've been waiting for two fucking hours!" Miya had rarely ever seen Satochi angry, but he was enraged. Yukke hadn't uttered a word yet, but Miya clearly caught his eyes rolling at Tatsurou's apology. None of them had particularly enjoyed getting up at the crack of dawn to be in the studio on time.
Miya motioned wordlessly for the other two to go back to their business. He walked up to Tatsurou and grabbed him by the shoulder to lead him further away from them, and chuckled despite himself when he saw Tatsurou wobble on his feet as he tried to keep up with his quick pace. He knew him well enough to know what the unsteadiness and the slow enunciation meant. Tatsurou was drunk.
"... You're not angry, are you?"
"I think I've been angry enough. Answering your phone was the least you could've done, though." Miya inhaled a long drag of smoke, watching Tatsurou shift uncomfortably. He was certain the phone had been left off purposely. Whatever Tatsurou had been doing, he hadn't wanted to be disturbed. "... What? Afraid of confronting me?"
"Don't be such a prick. I just didn't hear it, that's all," Tatsurou started defensively, eyebrow raised. "Anyway, I'm here now. So much for being afraid of confrontation."
"Fair enough. So what's the story this time? Had one too many drinks? Were you with a girl? Was she hot?" Miya asked with a falsely perky tone.
"... Fine. I went out yesterday, I missed the last train and I ended up sleeping through my alarm. Happy now?"
"I'd be much happier if you weren't missing the last train all the fucking time. I guess I've learnt my lesson now."
"... What do you mean?" Tatsurou asked warily.
"What do you think? I'm fucking sick of you always showing up late or drunk or tired as hell because you were too busy fucking the lights out of some chick the night before, and hearing about your flings on goddamn 2channel!" Miya took a deep breath to calm himself down. When that failed, he instead took another drag from his cigarette, glancing at the other two who were doing a piss-poor job of pretending they were not listening.
"For fuck's sake, Miya, it's not as bad as you're making it seem. I don't even go out with fans, so there's no way in hell it'd make it to 2channel."
"Really? I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."
Tatsurou rolled his eyes. "Holy fuck, stop getting on my case just for having some fun-"
"It's not all about you!" Miya interrupted him. "I'm working my ass off to give us a semblance of credibility, and you just go and make us look like a bunch of assholes all the fucking time! Do you understand what it means for me? For Yukke? For Satochi? Do you even care about the band beyond your own ego trip?"
He expected Tatsurou to yell back at him, but he instead kept his eyes down, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. "... I do. I love MUCC. I love making music with you guys." He shrugged his shoulders a bit. "But I don't know. It's not like it used to be. You're so fucking serious and difficult all the time. It's like I'm never going to be good enough for you, and it just... it fucking sucks."
That actually got a smile out of Miya. Having Tatsurou accuse him of being too serious was the most honest answer he'd gotten out of him in months. "Believe me, I know how nice it feels to finally get some popularity and have the attention of all these girls. But if we want it to last, we really have to treat the band as a job."
Tatsurou let out a sigh and sat on the edge of the desk. He looked exhausted. "... I'm really sorry."
"I know I'm asking a lot from all three of you. And if you can't keep up, tell me. Honestly, I'd rather you admit it instead of keeping this shit up. Things can't go on like that."
Tatsurou had a sad smile. "... Or else you'll kick me out?"
Miya couldn't bring himself to say it aloud. "... Just think about it, okay? And give me a call when you really know what's best for you."
He didn't wait to see Tatsurou's reaction before turning around to gather his things, and flat out ignored Yukke when he caught him mouthing the words "you can't be serious" at him. He left the room without a word and barely acknowledged the studio technician on his way out.
The ride home was pure torture. His conversation with Tatsurou kept playing over and over again in his head, followed by a dozen different scenarios - Tatsurou staying and ultimately causing them to lose their contract; Tatsurou leaving and the hassle of finding someone to replace him; Tatsurou leaving, Yukke and Satochi following suit, and MUCC disbanding. Miya desperately wanted to forget he had ever given Tatsurou the choice to leave the band and that he himself had put the eventuality of MUCC's end on the table. All he wanted at that point was to get home and hide under his covers until death ensued.
Or have a huge bowl of the doenjang jjigae Younha had cooked the night before.
---
"Welcome home," Miya mumbled from under his blanket when he heard Younha's voice chime from the living room. He had stayed in bed since he had gotten home, his phone on one side of the pillow and his dog on the other, trying to sleep off the uneasiness. Despite his usual ability to fall asleep just about anywhere and anytime, though, he'd spent the last two hours tossing about.
He heard the front door close, followed by Younha's light footsteps coming into the bedroom and the sound of something (he guessed her bag) being dropped on the floor. "Sorry, I woke you up?" she asked sheepishly.
Miya finally emerged from under the covers. "Don't worry, I was just-whoa, would you look at that!" he interrupted himself when he saw her, grinning like an idiot. Younha struck a pose and smiled back at him brightly, long, smooth strands of hair cascading down her shoulders.
"It's for my audition," she explained. "What do you think?" She sat down next to him on his futon and shook her head enthusiastically, making her new locks flutter in all directions.
"Hair extensions?" Miya reached for a strand of hair in order to feel the texture. It was soft and shiny, and slid between his fingers almost like water. "It's really nice," he started, and looked at her just in time to see her cheeks redden. "You look really different with long hair." He meant it, too. It was like it put into light a completely new side of her personnality: he knew her to be lively and bright, but the long hair seemed to highlight her sweet, softhearted nature.
"Thank you!" Younha stretched her hands out towards Miya, fingers spread out like stars. "Look, I also had a manicure!" He took one of her hands in his to have a look at her nails. They were painted in a gradation of pinks and some gems had been carefully applied around the tips. "It's a gift from my parents. Though they were a bit angry because it's really expensive compared to Korea."
Miya chuckled."I can imagine. Looks great, though," he added with a smile.
"Thank you." Younha returned the smile, but then it vanished and she tilted her head to the side, squinting a bit.
"... What?"
"I don't know, I just-I thought you looked... kind of sad."
Miya started scratching Gizmo's belly thoroughly to give himself something to do. Why did she have to be so damn perceptive? "... I guess I'm a bit out of it. I'm having some rather big problems with the band right now."
"... With the members?"
"Yeah," Miya answered with a loud sigh. He fought himself for about five seconds before deciding to tell her about everything that had happened: how close the four of them used to be back when they had to play in front of girls who were putting on their makeup for the next band, the way popularity (for lack of a better word) had affected them, the stress their major contract had been causing them, the conversation he'd had with Tatsurou that very morning, the tension that had arisen between them over the last several months, what it would mean for him financially if they lost their contract, and how he didn't want to lose it anyway because he was having the time of his life, and he didn't want it to stop.
Miya had to catch his breath when he was done and glanced at his mobile phone just in case. The light indicator was off, meaning that he hadn't gotten any new messages, but he still felt slightly better now.
"... Can I do anything?" Younha finally asked softly, leaning in to scratch Gizmo behind the ears. She hadn't said anything until then and there had been a long silence during which only the soft snoring of the dog could be heard.
"I don't know. Pray, maybe," Miya said, chuckling bitterly.
A grin spread across her face and a strange light shone in her eyes. "You just gave me an idea! Let's go!"
Miya stared at her, baffled. "... Go where?"
"Pray! I wanted to go for my audition. I thought if it's good for exams, maybe it's good for auditions. And for problems with your band," she added emphatically. "Anyway, I want to go to Meiji Jingu."
"Would be nice if it did. If it works at all, that is," Miya managed when he was finally done laughing.
Younha slapped his arm playfully. "It'll be fun! Come on!"
"Fine, I'll take you to Meiji Jingu." He had barely finished his sentence that Younha had sprung to her feet. "... You mean now?"
"... Why not?" she retorted with an exaggerated pout. She threw Miya his cap and his jacket, and less than an hour later, the two of them were walking down the path that led from Harajuku station to Meiji Jingu.
It wasn't a holiday and the weather was a little too cold to be comfortable, so visitors were few and far between. It didn't matter to Miya at all and he instead appreciated the calmness of the shrine grounds. The one and only time he had ever been to Meiji Jingu was a couple of years back, shortly after New Year's Day, and it had been so crowded that it had been practically impossible to enjoy the experience.
"Sooo cool!" Younha exclaimed, head thrown back to take in the whole of the main torii gate. "Oppa, take my picture!" She dropped her digital camera in Miya's hand and ran up to the gate before striking a pose between the two pillars.
Miya had to walk back a couple of meters before the whole gate fit in the frame. "All right, I got you! Cheese!"
"Thank you! Want me to take a picture of you?" she asked after he had shown her the picture he had shot of her. Miya tried to turn down the offer, but she apparently wouldn't take no as an answer. "Come on! With me?" Not leaving him any time to answer, she leaned against him and pointed the camera at them. Miya barely had time to raise the horns at the camera before she pressed the button.
They had to make a couple of other tries when their first attempts turned out to be horribly out of focus. On their fourth try, they finally managed to fit the two of them inside the frame and catch enough of the gate for it to be recognizable. They then resumed their walk towards the shrine building. Younha apparently loved either photography or Japanese architecture and snapped multiple pictures of everything that held her attention, from the huge crows flying above their heads to the flower detail on the door handles of the building. She was in high spirits and her good mood was so contagious that Miya quickly managed to put aside what had been on his mind all day long.
"You ruined it!" she exclaimed, laughing, when he jumped in front of the sake barrels she was about to snap.
"What do you mean, I ruined it? It's much better that way!"
She tried to push him out of her way so that she could actually take the picture, but Miya stood directly in front of her to block her next attempts. She seemed to forget about the barrels and instead snapped several pictures of him before he produced his cellphone and got even. With the two of them intent on interfering with each other's pictures, progress to the main building had taken a rather long time, but they eventually reached it.
"You know how to make a prayer?" Miya asked and Younha shook her head. "You throw some money in there, you ring the bell once, bow twice, clap your hands twice, make your prayer, then bow once."
"... Throw money, ring the bell, bow twice... And then?"
"Clap twice, pray, clap once. Try it," Miya said, putting a five yen coin in her hand. He grinned when he saw her mouthing the procedures to herself once more. She then threw the coin into the offering box and took the rope in order to ring the bell.
"Louder!" Miya prompted her, laughing at the barely audible sound out she first got out of the bell. Younha shook the rope harder after hushing him jokingly and Miya decided to go along with a prayer of his own while she did hers.
It had been a while since he had last done anything of the sort. He had skipped out on the annual New Year prayer during the past several years. Even before, he rarely had any particular wish in mind when he did visit shrines, except maybe for successful exams when he was in high school. This time, however, was quite different - there were a lot of things he wanted. He wanted MUCC to keep forging ahead, he wanted to live off music sooner rather than later, and he wanted it to happen alongside Tatsurou, Yukke and Satochi.
He also wanted Younha to either magically grow a couple of years older or stop finding ways to look prettier, or soon he'd have to be cuffed to the kitchen table.
Miya tried hard to repress a smirk at the thought as he bowed one last time. Younha was already done. "Why are you smiling like that?" she asked curiously.
"I'm not smiling," he said, but he was too aware of the huge grin plastered on his face.
"You are!"
"I'm not! C'mon, I'll get you an omamori," he said as he headed down the steps of the building. He expected to be accused of trying to change the subject, but the idea seemed to please Younha quite a lot and she followed him willingly to the amulet stand.
Miya quickly located the amulets that were made especially for the success of artists, since he figured that's what the two of them would need. He was very tempted by omamori meant for pets and GeGeGe no Kitarou keychains, but finally only bought a pink amulet for Younha, a white one for himself and two fortune papers (he had to tie his half-curse to a temple tree while Younha kept her great blessing in her wallet). They then finally headed back towards Harajuku station.
They had already passed the main gate when Younha suddenly stopped and turned around to look at it. "We should get a better picture of us," she suggested. They did not have to wait long before finding a helpful stranger to take their picture. Miya did his usual pose while Younha wrapped her arm around his, throwing a peace sign up. When they resumed their walk to the station, she only let go of Miya's arm to take his hand in hers instead.
"Jean-Paul Hévin's boutique is on Omotesandou," Miya started nervously, "and they have amazing chocolates. Wanna grab some?"
He wasn't sure why he had invited to have chocolate pastries now of all times, and it felt like it had pretty much come out of its own accord. He wasn't even sure what to do of the small hand that was wrapped around his - he did like its warmth and its soft touch though, and he was just about to tell himself that it was fine when he realized just how close she was and suddenly lost his composure. Much in spite of himself, he abruptly leaned back when he thought he'd seen her move even closer. "Younha, I-I'm sorry, but I... um..." he muttered, but he had to stop there, feeling completely stupid. He had no idea how to even finish his sentence.
Younha blinked at him, looking puzzled. "... What's wrong?"
"I-I'm... Never mind."
On the bright side, Miya didn't have MUCC on his mind at all anymore.
---
"... So what's the problem again?"
"Were you even listening? I think she thinks we're dating, but I'm not sure. And it's fucking awkward." Miya checked the expiration date on the yogurt pot, opened the lid to have a look inside (just to make sure) and put it back in the fridge.
"You should just go for it if you like her that much," Yukke suggested between two sips of beer.
"I never said I like her," Miya said defensively, and he promptly heard Yukke cackle from beyond the open door of the fridge.
"We've known each other for what, seventeen years? Don't think I can't see it when you have the hots for someone. And come on. The rocker meets a beautiful pianist at an open mic and they end up living together by an unexpected twist of fate," he said, spreading his hands in front of him and looking upwards dreamily. "That's one perfect set-up if I ever heard one."
"Yukke, it's my life you're talking about, not some drama. And she's not even an adult," Miya reminded his friend. "Dammit, I can't figure out what's giving off that smell."
Yukke walked up to the fridge, peeking inside from above Miya's shoulder. "You're sure it's not the milk?"
"I checked three times already."
"The curry then? Anyway, don't fret too much. She's eighteen, not eight. Legally, you have every right to sex her up," Yukke said, helping himself to Miya's strawberries.
"Don't say it like that!" Miya hissed between his teeth. "And I haven't washed those strawberries."
"I don't care," Yukke replied, mouth full. "You just enjoy complicating stuff way too much. You obviously like her, and I'm pretty sure she likes you. Or else she wouldn't have showed up on your doorstep, of all people."
"... Or she's just way too naive for her own good. Meaning that I shouldn't take advantage of her trust," Miya retorted, shaking a celery branch at him emphatically.
Yukke laughed. "She's the one who prances around in her underwear and took your hand when you guys were out on a date, I think she-"
"Who said it was a date?"
"That was totally a date, Guccha. Believe me, she knows damn well what she's doing. You should at least make a move before she goes back to Korea. How long has she been living with you again?"
"About two months now."
Yukke's brow raised in surprise. "Wow. If it were me, I would've already-"
"You'd already be charged for sexual assault, I know, I know," Miya finished with a wry grin, earning himself a slap behind the head.
"Anyway, you never know. What if she ends up staying in Japan for a while?"
Miya nodded absentmindedly, thinking that last question over. He'd never thought he'd end up enjoying Younha's presence so much, and now he didn't really want to think of when she'd have to leave. They got along perfectly and, if anything, it was a nice change of pace to have someone who understood what music meant to him and who supported him. His last girlfriend had left when MUCC had gone from a hobby to a career and started eating up too much of his time, and the one before that because it looked at the time like the band wasn't going anywhere.
He really hoped that Yukke was right and that the age gap really wasn't that big a deal. He was ready to endure blue balls as long as he needed to if it meant having Younha right there with him.
"... Have you heard anything from Tatsurou?" Yukke asked out of the blue. It seemed his thoughts had wandered away as well.
"Nothing since last time," Miya answered with a sigh, throwing out an eggplant that was more than overripe. "... What will you do if Tatsurou decides to leave?"
"... I don't really want to think about it."
"Doesn't make the possibility any less real."
Yukke sighed loudly. "I'll stay. I mean, I probably wouldn't even be in a band ever if it weren't for you." He shrugged his shoulders a bit before leaning in to take out a small package from the fridge. "So long as you're in it, I'm too."
"Thanks, man," Miya said with a soft smile before closing the door of the fridge. "I give up." Much to his surprise, though, his nose could still make out the smell that had permeated the innards of his fridge, and it suddenly occurred to him that the perpetrator was the box of baechu kimchi that Yukke now had in his hands.
"... What?" Yukke asked innocently when he noticed Miya staring at him, and Miya replied with the loudest sigh he had ever let out.
---
Miya put the menu horizontally between Younha and him so that the two of them could look at it. "Don't hold back. You can go all out tonight," he said with a grin. According to her, her second audition had gone very well - the panel had seemed genuinely impressed by her performance and she expected to hear back from them in the next few days. Miya had thus decided to take her out, both in order to celebrate and to make up for the awkward finale of their outing at the shrine.
He had taken her to Shimokitazawa, one of his favorite areas in Tokyo. They had done some shopping - Miya had bought himself a new hat and a couple of CDs, while Younha had instead set her heart on takoyaki-flavored astronaut food and a syringe-shaped pen from a novelty shop. By then, they had both been quite hungry and had headed to Magic Spice, a popular soup curry restaurant. As expected from any Korean person, Younha had proven that she could handle spicy food, and Miya hoped she would like the establishment as much as he.
"How spicy do you take?" Younha inquired, looking up from the spiciness level card.
"I usually go for Nirvana." Miya answered absentmindedly, studying the topping list, but then realized that Younha was staring at him with a broad grin. "... What?"
She smirked at him defiantly, chin slightly raised. "That's boring! Don't you want to try something more exciting?"
Miya knew he should refuse (his tolerance to spiciness was nothing outstanding), but instead, something inside of him prompted him to taunt her back. "Is this a challenge?"
"Yes. I challenge you to Laputa."
A red light went off in Miya's mind again, but moments later, he was ordering two Laputa chicken soup curries. The mere name had prompted a conversation about Laputa: Castle in the Sky and they were still having a very heated discussion about Miyazaki movies when they received the appetizers they had ordered.
"You know," Younha started, staring down as she was cutting her Nepalese dumpling, "I really wanted to thank you. If you hadn't been there I'm sure I couldn't do it."
Miya smiled. "Don't worry about it. I didn't do that much, anyway."
Younha firmly shook her head at that. "That's not true! You taught me a lot. I thought about your advices during the audition and I'm sure it helped." She smiled at him before asking, "Did you ever take an audition?"
"Not really. My friend had his own label so that's how we released our first two albums. After that we were invited to join Danger Crue." Miya smirked crookedly. "I would've recommended you, but I don't think you'd fit too well."
"I know," Younha said, laughing. "I just hope this work."
Their main dishes arrived shortly after and that was enough to make Miya already regret his decision: the soup was definitely redder than usual. He was barely a few bites into his meal when Younha commented on his red complexion, and she soon dug out her camera to snap a picture of him. She was apparently completely unaffected by the abundance of chili powder and obviously very amused by his struggle.
An extra bowl of rice and three water refills later, Miya had finally managed to finish his plate. "Holy fuck," he groaned before excusing himself from the table (all this water had taken its toll on him), leaving Younha laughing to herself.
Miya stared at himself in the bathroom mirror as he washed his hands- he could only hope that the redness would wear off quickly- and decided to rinse his face when he noticed some sweat beading on his forehead. So much for his attempt at redeeming himself. Things were going absolutely nowhere and, at this rate, Younha wouldn't want to be seen in public with him by the following week.
He sighed - he had never realized how bad he was with girls until now. He had somehow made it through twenty-four years of life by simply letting things settle in place by themselves, but this time around, he didn't have the luxury to do so. Younha wouldn't be in Japan for that much longer.
He had to do something about it, and it had to be tonight. It soon became obvious that they needed to go somewhere else. As much as he loved Magic Spice, its animated atmosphere and the statue of Ganesha staring at them were not exactly conducive to anything romantic. Then, they'd have to talk. Between the age gap, their different lifestyles and the fact that they didn't even live in the same country, they had a lot to sort out.
"I know of a much better place for that," he said with a smile when Younha inquired about desserts before paying for their meal and leading her outside. He had barely convinced himself to take her hand when she reached for his and Miya gave it an affectionate squeeze before entwining their fingers.
Mikeneko-sha was a small, cozy coffee shop, located on a second floor and often unnoticed by passersby. In fact, they had been lucky enough to have it all to themselves that evening.
Younha let out a dreamy sigh and put down the Lamorisse picture book that decorated their table. "What a cute place."
Miya nodded, fidgeting with the handle of his cup. "Yeah, I really like it here. I always feel like the world stops... or something," he added in case that had sounded too weird.
"Mm, I think I can see why," she concurred.
"... So, um, Younha?" It had taken Miya a lot to simply get the words out. There was no going back now - or so he thought: he hadn't had the time to say anything else before his cellphone rang and he felt his stomach drop to his feet. He flipped the handheld open in the hope that it would be Tatsurou (still no word from him since their conversation of a several days ago). However, it was Nagisa this time around, inquiring about why he wasn't replying to her messages, and Miya didn't even bother making it to the end of her text message before turning off his mobile.
"You wanted to say something?" Younha asked after he'd put his phone back into his pocket, smiling at him from above her cup.
She looked so beautiful under the dim lightning, with her rosy cheeks and her long hair and her dark lashes, that Miya had completely forgotten everything he wanted to tell her. Instead, he leaned above their two cups of Kenyan coffee and the piece of black sesame chiffon cake à la mode they had been sharing and, while the waitress was not looking, gave Younha a tender kiss that tasted of vanilla ice cream.
---
Miya had no idea how he'd gotten there, but he couldn't possibly care less. Younha was straddling him, his t-shirt hanging off one of her shoulders, her eyes staring straight down into his. She started rocking her hips against his erection, and the unexpected friction wrung a moan out of him. He had been wanting her for so long and now the slightest movement of her body against his felt like bolts of electricity running down his spine.
He ran his hands through her short hair and over her cheeks, her moist lips and her neck, and that's when he realized just how he really couldn't think straight - she had managed to rid herself of the t-shirt without him even noticing. He let his eyes run over her naked body and slid his hands down to her breasts, hesitantly at first, in case she brushed him off. Younha, however, gave him a smile and placed her hands atop his to guide them, letting out a quiet sigh when he pressed his palms to her chest.
Her breasts were firm and soft, and fit perfectly under his fingers. He caressed them slowly, squeezing them a bit before flicking at the nipples playfully, watching as she bit her bottom lip to hold back a moan, blood rushing to her face. He felt the hold of her thighs tighten around his hips and she jerked down against him, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips - and Miya didn't see it coming at all when he was suddenly driven over the edge, the sound of his own moan ringing loudly in his ears.
He was not even done coming when he suddenly woke up. Gizmo was staring at him quizzically, apparently woken by the commotion. Fortunately, Younha was fast asleep, barely discernible under her blanket. Miya sighed loudly and let his head fall back on the pillow before finally convincing himself to get out of bed and untangling himself from the covers. He didn't even bother taking his glasses and quietly snatched a pair of underwear from his drawer before heading to the bathroom to clean up and get changed.
The memory of his dream was still too vivid for him to go back to sleep right away, so he instead sat down at the table with a tall glass of water. Several minutes had passed when a disrupting buzz broke the silence - his cellphone was vibrating against the wood of the table, practically moving across it.
Miya took his phone and saw Tatsurou's name on the caller ID. "Hello?"
"... Man, I'm glad you're up. Listen, I- don't want to quit." There was a pause. "We need to talk this out. Are you free sometime this week?"
"Sure," Miya started, feeling himself smile, "whenever."