My Secret Girl (Part 3)
Title: My Secret Girl (Part 3/4)
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 parts: 1 2
Notes: This is definitely my favorite part of the story so far. XD I'm usually a slow writer, but it was so much fun I got this done in no time. Some issues get resolved, but other show up. Shameless cheese, actual sex and plot twists. Enjoy!
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"Man, I misshed you' shandwiches," Tatsurou managed, his mouth full of natto-avocado-mayo sandwich.
"Thanks." Miya grinned at the compliment, satisfied with his cooking skills, and sat down in front of Tatsurou with his own plate. The two of them proceeded to eat with great appetite and several minutes passed before he finally broke the silence. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
It was, however, a purely rhetorical question - he obviously knew what Tatsurou had wanted to talk about. It was the only subject they hadn't touched yet, and they had bantered about everything - except MUCC.
Tatsurou sucked the mayonnaise off his thumb, keeping his eyes down towards his plate. "... I just wanted to apologize, I guess." He gestured a bit, struggling for his words. "I hadn't realized it had gotten that bad."
"Better late than never," Miya said, a corner of his mouth curving upwards slightly. "I'm glad you decided to stay though. What made you choose to?"
"I ended up talking to Yukke about it and, well," Tatsurou paused to clear his throat, "he ended up crying."
Miya had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from laughing, but luckily, Tatsurou didn't seem to notice and continued:
"I know it doesn't mean much, hell it's not the first time I made him cry, but it made me realize how badly I had screwed up. I guess a part of me was hoping it was just you freaking out for no reason."
"Because it's totally like me to freak out for no reason," Miya intervened, chuckling dryly.
"... Well, you are pretty harsh at times."
Miya laughed a bit despite himself. "For the record, it's my job to get the best out of us. I'm not doing this to spite you personally. Anyway, it's not just me. Satochi's probably more pissed at you than I am."
"Really?" Tatsurou asked, looking half-surprised, half-apologetic.
"Yeah." Miya wiped a few strings of natto that were sticking to his chin. "Anyway, I want to make one thing clear: I really don't want to kick you out of MUCC. You have potential, we get along just fine and that's a bit too extreme for my liking. But if things don't get any better, you're out. You really have to start behaving yourself."
Tatsurou nodded absentmindedly, still staring down and flicking at the bread crumbs in his plate. Miya sighed, feeling a tinge of guilt - damn was he tired of disciplining him. "I just- I just want us to get better. I don't know about you, but I want to live off music someday. And I'm having the time of my life playing with you guys."
There was a hint of a smile on Tatsurou's lips. "Same here. I tried to imagine myself leaving the band and... no, it ain't happening."
"Great then," Miya said, returning the smile. " I just really need you to control yourself. I know none of us ever expected to reach the point where we'd have to pry girls off ourselves and believe me, I know it feels damn good. But we still need you to be there on time for rehearsals and meetings. Just that would be awesome for a start. And lay off the alcohol a bit, for fuck's sake."
Tatsurou sighed loudly, nodding. "I'll try my best. It's just that with the band and my job, I barely have any time to do anything anymore."
"I know. I know it's tough," Miya granted and bit his bottom lip. He could definitely use 36-hour days as well. "That's why I said that if you can't handle it, it-"
"No," Tatsurou said firmly. "I'll do it. I'll do my best."
"Just tell yourself that you'll be able to leave your job eventually. It's what keeps me going, honestly."
Tatsurou grinned. "Man, I dream of the day when I won't have to pretend being some cute chick anymore."
"Tell me about it," Miya concurred, chuckling. Working the night shift in an Internet café was perhaps not as bad as text messaging services for lonely men, but only slightly. "... One more thing though: stop sleeping with fans, okay?"
"Come on, it's not like it happened that often," Tatsurou muttered, visibly embarrassed.
"Tatsurou, half of them are underage. The last thing I want is some sort of scandal."
"All right, I get it," Tatsurou said with a sigh. "No more fucking the fans, no more drinking and no more showing up late. I won't do it again."
"... Good. I'm keeping an eye on you," Miya said before attempting to lighten the atmosphere: "Want another sandwich?"
Tatsurou finally looked up at him, grinning a bit. "Sure thing. How about natto and kimchi? I noticed you had some."
Miya complied to the suggestion and the natto-kimchi-mayo sandwiches disappeared barely a few minutes after they were out of the sandwich toaster. Miya was putting the plates and utensils in the sink when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. "Hello?"
"... Oppa?"
He immediately recognized Younha. She sounded a little strange - weak, perhaps. "Younha? Are you okay?"
"Not- not really. I'm lost," she said, and Miya could tell then that she was crying. He could also tell that Tatsurou was leaning forward with great interest behind him.
"Lost? How come? Where are you?"
"I don't know... There's only a road and a field... I can't even see the rail track anymore." She let out a sob at that.
"... Calm down, okay? I'm coming to get you." He started towards the front door, motioning for Tatsurou to follow him. "Where's that road? How did you end up there?" he asked, putting on his shoes.
It turned out that Younha had gotten stuck at the next station over when the trains ran out, and had figured she would walk home by following the rail track. She probably wasn't as lost as she thought and, by the time Miya and Tatsurou had made it to his car, he was pretty sure he knew where to find her.
"I'm so sorry," Younha said, sniffling. "I'm so stupid."
Miya chuckled, igniting the engine. "Don't worry about it. I'll be there in ten." He glanced at Tatsurou sitting in the passenger seat and promptly decided that handing him the handheld would be much too awkward. "Look, I can't talk on the phone while I'm driving. You'll be okay?"
"... I guess."
"... Are you still crying?"
Younha laughed a bit. "No, I'm fine. I'll wait for you here." She sounded a bit better already and Miya felt himself smile.
"It won't take long, I promise. Call me if anything happens."
"Okay. Bye bye." He heard her sigh and she added shyly, "Thank you."
"No prob. See you," Miya said before flipping his phone closed and turning just in time to see Tatsurou grinning at him like an idiot.
"So~ who is this Younha?"
Miya sighed and decided to just ignore Tatsurou. For now, at least. He knew he wouldn't be able to get out of this one.
---
Younha opened the door of the car and sat down in the backseat. "I'm really sorry about that," she said pitifully, keeping her head down low. "Thank you so much."
"Don't worry about it. I'm glad you're okay," Miya replied, turning around to smile at her. Younha smiled back at him before blinking curiously at Tatsurou. She hadn't noticed him until now.
Miya, however, didn't feel like explaining or answering any questions, and he simply started up the car again, driving in silence.
It was Tatsurou who spoke first. "Your name's Younha, right?" he asked, and Miya unconsciously gripped the wheel tighter at that.
"Yes. You're Tatsurou, is that it?"
Tatsurou grinned proudly. "You did your homework. Nice to meet you, Younha."
"The pleasure is mine," Younha said politely.
Another silence.
"So?" Tatsurou eventually said.
"Hm?" Miya replied innocently, although he knew exactly what was coming up next.
"Are you guys dating or what?"
Miya faintly heard Younha giggle behind him, but she didn't say anything. She was obviously waiting for his answer.
He, however, had no idea what to say. They certainly were dating, for now. The problem was that he didn't know for how long. They still hadn't had talked about it and he didn't feel like announcing it to the world when he had no idea if they'd even be together by the time January came around.
"... Nnnot really," he finally answered. He tried to catch Younha's eyes in the rearview mirror and throw her an apologetic look, hoping she would catch on. Unfortunately, she either didn't see him or didn't care, because she gaped at him angrily and kicked the back of his seat hard.
Tatsurou immediately grasped the strangeness of the situation. "What do you mean, not really? Don't you guys live together? Isn't it your stuff in the bathroom?" he asked Younha, glancing at her from above his shoulder.
"Yes, but-"
"Yes, it's my stuff, and yes, we live together, and yes, we're dating-"
"Younha!"
"What?!"
"Yeah, we're living together, but we're not really dating. I mean, it's not really official or anything," Miya mumbled nervously, and he could feel Younha's eyes burning through the back of his skull.
"... Fine. We're not dating," she finally conceded, but her voice started shaking peculiarly. "But he forces me to do really icky stuff to him every night and-"
"What?!" Tatsurou said, laughing incredulously.
"Wha- That's- that's not true!" Miya exclaimed, stepping on the brake just in time to avoid running into a woman crossing the street. At this rate, he would kill the three of them before they got anywhere. "Why the hell did you say that?!"
"Why the hell did you lie?!" Younha kicked his seat again, even harder this time.
At this point, Tatsurou was laughing hysterically.
"Fine. We are dating. And I never even touched her, for the record." Miya sighed - it was unfortunately the truth. "It's just kind of really complicated because she lives in Korea. I didn't really wanna tell anyone about it before I knew what the hell was going to happen." He'd said the last sentence in the thickest Ibaraki dialect he could manage. It apparently worked, because Younha simply sighed angrily and leaned back in her seat, arms crossed over her chest.
"I see, I see. You sure it's that much of a problem?" Tatsurou had slipped into his native dialect too, probably without even realizing. "When are you going back to Korea?" he asked Younha.
"Next month. Unless I find a label to sign me."
"Ooh. You're a musician?"
"She is." Miya decided that he had nothing to lose at this point and just told Tatsurou about everything. The open mic where they'd met, the demo Younha had recorded at his place, how they had kept in touch through email and how she had unexpectedly showed up on his doorstep a certain evening, two months ago.
"Damn, you've got guts. But a cute girl with guts is exactly what Miya needs," Tatsurou said, turning to look at Younha. "He's a bit rough around the edges, but he's a good guy. Take good care of him, okay?"
"Thank you. I try to," she replied, smiling brightly.
"Great," Miya thought. The last thing he needed was for those two to start bonding. Fortunately, he had almost made it to Tatsurou's place by then, meaning that his torture was finally about to end. He was quite relieved, to say the least, when he finally pulled over in front of the apartment building.
"Thanks for the sandwiches," Tatsurou said, patting Miya's shoulder. "And introduce us Younha properly someday. Younha-chan, you like karaoke?"
Younha's face lit up. "Yes! I really enjoy."
"Come with us sometime. " Tatsurou threw a thumbs up at her before getting out of the car. "See you around, guys."
"Bye," Miya and Younha said in unison, and Tatsurou closed the car door before heading towards his apartment.
Miya waited for Tatsurou to enter the building before finally bringing himself to turn and look at Younha. "You wanna sit down at the front?" he asked, hoping that she had already forgotten about their argument.
She obviously hadn't, though. She turned away from him and stared out the window. "No."
"... I'm sorry, Younha," Miya tried after swallowing quite difficultly, "it's just that I'm-"
"You're such a liar," she said dryly, interrupting him.
Miya's heart broke a little at that. He didn't have it in himself to say anything for the remainder of the ride home.
---
They still hadn't talked to each other by the time they had made it home. It was almost two in the morning and Miya refused to go to sleep knowing that Younha was still pissed at him. "... I'm really sorry, Younha. Are you still angry?"
She didn't say anything, and Miya was even starting to think that she was ignoring him on purpose when she finally spoke: "Why didn't you say him I'm your girlfriend?"
Miya shrugged his shoulders a bit. His excuses seemed really flimsy all of a sudden. "It's just a bit difficult for me to say that you're my girlfriend when I don't know what will happen next month. I'm just worried about what will happen if you can't stay in Japan."
It was Younha's turn to shrug. "I don't care. I just like you. I don't care of later."
The pieces of Miya's heart that were still in place fell apart at that. "Come here," he whispered, and she nestled against him obediently. "I like you, too. Very much. And I'm sorry." He leaned in to kiss her, caressing her hair gently. "I'll introduce you to my friends next time."
"Mmhm," Younha simply said, but it was a sufficient an answer for Miya - she had, after all, kissed him back. He planted a kiss on her neck, but she quickly moved away from him.
"What's wrong?"
"... Your beard-" she managed difficultly and Miya smirked as comprehension dawned on him.
"You're ticklish?" he asked, stretching his hands out towards her ominously. Younha tried to back away from him, but she was too late. Miya pulled her against himself, running his hands along her sides to tickle her mercilessly. Younha tried in vain to release herself from his hold, laughing so hard not a sound was coming out of her.
That's when she tangled her feet in the covers and tumbled down on the futon, pulling Miya in her fall. She was still laughing, however, even caught between the futon and his weight, and Miya continued to tickle every inch of her body his fingers could reach - until he found himself with his hands under her sweater, and, minutes later, his head under her skirt, feeling the shivers and goosebumps run along Younha's body as she bucked against his mouth, gasping loudly.
---
Miya hadn't expected Tatsurou to follow suit to his own suggestion, but a few days later, he'd been contacted with an invitation to karaoke. Yukke and Satochi would be there too, and Younha was more than welcome (Miya gathered from the tone of the text message that her presence was, in fact, mandatory).
He figured that it was Tatsurou's way to show that he was willing and trustworthy, but either way, he appreciated the gesture. Besides, he was overdue for a good singing session. Miya and Younha thus made their way to Studio Alta that day, where they were to meet up with the other members of MUCC.
"Yo, Guccha!"
It was Tatsurou, an arm raised up high as he walked up to them, Yukke hot on his heels. They both held large Marui Men shopping bags.
"It's nice to meet you at last," Yukke told Younha after Miya had introduced them to each other. "I heard a lot about you."
"Really?" Younha asked Miya, flashing a wide grin in his direction, and he could feel his cheeks burn as he remembered the conversation he'd had about her with Yukke not so long ago. He really owed him one.
"Satochi has been held at work, so he'll join us later," Tatsurou explained, leading the way to the nearby Uta Hiroba. They were quite early, as far as karaoke went, and were immediately directed to a booth. As soon as they were inside, Tatsurou seized the remote, and Yukke, the drink card. He ordered four beers, an iced tea for Miya, an acerola cocktail for Younha and an appetizer plate, and by the time he was done, Tatsurou was already halfway into BUCK-TICK's Maria.
"You wanna sing something?" Miya asked Younha now that the remote was free.
"Maybe later," she replied, shaking her head, and Miya figured that she might be somewhat intimidated by Tatsurou's overly confident demeanor. He chose a Back Horn song for himself before handing the remote to Yukke.
As soon as Yukke started his cringe-worthy, out-of-tune rendition of Typhoon Generation, however, Younha promptly started to browse the song selection. "I'm sorry, it's in Korean," she said apologetically when the screen was suddenly covered in hangul instead of the usual Japanese. Miya had never heard of this Lexy, and he leaned forward with interest.
"Amazing," Yukke commented when Younha started singing, and Tatsurou cheered enthusiastically when she started rapping. Miya smiled at that - that girl could do anything.
"I can't read anything," Tatsurou said, chuckling. "What's it about?"
"... Um, she says that men are not good enough for her," Younha replied timidly, and her answer sent Tatsurou in a bout of laughter.
"Here's to hoping you don't relate too much," he said, winking at Miya and raising his beer before chugging it, and the door flung open at the same moment. "Satochi, you're late!"
"Yeah, I know," Satochi muttered between his teeth, dropping his jacket on top of the coat mountain. "My boss is a real ass." He sat down as Yukke handed him one of the untouched beers. "Thanks, man. Um, hi," he added, blinking confusedly at Younha, and Miya remembered that Satochi wasn't even aware of her existence.
"She has a really good voice," Yukke said after Miya was done briefing Satochi. "Miya said that she wants to start a career as a singer."
Younha nodded and gave Miya a knowing smile. "Yes. Actually, I have big news: I'm going to debut in Japan next year."
"Really?!" the other three exclaimed in unison.
"Yup, she's gonna sign with Epic Records. Isn't it amazing?"
"Dude, isn't it Céline Dion's label?" Yukke asked in all seriousness and Miya couldn't help but burst out laughing. Why Yukke knew that was beyond him.
Without waiting for anyone's approval, Tatsurou jumped to his feet to order a second round of drinks. "We gotta celebrate that!"
"So you'll be singing in Japanese? Can you sing something in Japanese now?" Satochi asked her, handing her the remote.
Younha complied, although her red cheeks were betraying her. After a moment, she decided to sing the Hamasaki Ayumi hit M. Satochi and Tatsurou were astounded by her perfect pronunciation, and Yukke mentioned that he actually preferred her version over the original, which, coming from a fan of Hamasaki's, was a huge compliment.
By then, they were brought five new beer mugs and an equal number of shot glasses. "What's that?" Miya inquired, pointing to the shooters.
Tatsurou smirked. "Russian roulette," he answered. "One's vodka, the others are water."
Satochi promptly grabbed one of the shot glasses, raising it high. "What are we waiting for? Bottoms up!"
Miya reluctantly took one as well, soon imitated by the others, and the five of them downed their glass. His brain tricked him into thinking he had ended up with one of the water glasses for a second, but the next, his whole oesophagus was on fire and he started coughing hard, his eyes watering quite a bit.
The upside was that, considering his low tolerance to alcohol, he soon had nothing to envy to the others in terms of tipsiness. Somewhere between Inoue Yousui ballads, a heartfelt duo of Garasu no Shounen by Yukke and Tatsurou, a broken mug and a blitz of LUNA SEA numbers, Miya realized that he was pretty much drunk - to the point of drinking beer without even minding the taste and gesturing Tatsurou-style as he sang.
"Here you go," Tatsurou said, handing Younha one of the microphones as the introduction of Shiina Ringo's Kabukichou no Joou started playing. He was, however, met with a puzzled expression, and Miya had to spit his mouthful of beer back into the mug when Yukke cleared his throat and leaned to take the mic from Younha's hand.
"What's so funny?" Younha asked into Miya's ear when Yukke had been butchering the song for a good minute, shimmying to the beat, while Tatsurou and Satochi were both cheering and laughing loudly, shaking tambourines. She was at least aware that she was missing something.
"I'll tell you when you're twenty," he replied with a smirk before starting to whistle along to the instrumental solo. He didn't really feel like going into the details of why Yukke made these particular lyrics so hilarious.
She was obviously about to insist, but Tatsurou chose this moment to throw one of the microphones in Miya's direction, almost hitting him in the face. Catching stuff in flight was way over his current abilities and he barely had had time to block the object.
"Guccha! You gotta help me with the next one!" Tatsurou gave him a wicked grin and Miya understood why as soon as he recognized the song. It was Koi no Dance Site by Morning Musume.
At any other time, Miya would have refused or pretended he didn't know the song or something instead of risking ridiculing himself in front of his girlfriend, but the alcohol in his system and the fact that he actually really liked that song got the better of him.
Before he even realized what he was doing, he was up on his feet, wobbling before throwing an arm around Yukke's for balance, and the two of them ended up sharing the microphone and doing the choreography along with the girls dancing on the screen. Tatsurou was now standing on the couch, moving the way he would if he were giving a live performance, and Satochi was shaking his tambourine enthusiastically, loudly singing the back vocals.
As for Younha, she was doubled over laughing, snapping several pictures of the ordeal with her phone and even recording a video of Yukke and Satochi as they pretended to punch each other in the face in synch with the "UH! HAH!" of the song.
Later, when they were finally sitting back again while Satochi sang drunkenly to I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys, Yukke moved closer to Younha to speak to her, nearly crushing Miya's testicles as he leaned clumsily over him. "You know that Miya really likes Yaguchi Mari?" Yukke randomly asked her, beet red and slurring like there was no tomorrow.
"From Morning Musume? I didn't know," she said, laughing a bit.
Miya shot a glare in Yukke's direction, not too happy with the fact that he had just revealed his one celebrity crush to his girlfriend. "You're much cuter, though," he mumbled to her, and he blinked in surprise when Younha's lips were suddenly pressed against his.
It was only when Yukke started shaking him that Miya realized they had been kissing for a while. "... Man, stop that shit, and have some respect for the singles here. To think I'm gonna spend Christmas alone this year again."
He apparently interpreted Miya's alarmed expression as an incentive to go on about his love life (or lack thereof), but Miya had already tuned him out.
All he could think of now was that Christmas was in less than two weeks, that he had no place in mind where to take Younha and that he didn't have the slightest idea what to give her as a present.
In other words, he was in deep shit.
---
First thing after waking up the following day, Miya took a couple of painkillers and sat down in front of the computer with a steaming cup of very strong coffee. He took advantage of the fact that Younha was still asleep to peruse Christmas date ideas and, within the next hour, he had been able to secure passes for the Tokyo Disney theme park and a hotel reservation.
That took a huge weight off his shoulders - that was worlds better than spending Christmas at his place with a bucket of KFC and a store-bought cake, as he'd feared they would. However, he still needed to find Younha a gift. He started spending a lot of his free time between work and band practices window-shopping, dropping by numerous department stores and boutiques for inspiration. He even asked a couple of his female friends for advice for good measure, but somehow, nothing really caught his eye.
That was until Tatsurou announced that he needed to go to Laforet to pick up a pair of shoes he had ordered and Miya randomly decided to follow him. He strayed into a small designer jewelry boutique, attracted by their selection for men, and that's when he saw it - a stunning pair of platinum earrings finely sculpted into roses. Miya wasn't even sure why he liked them that much or why he was so certain that Younha would love them too - after all, he had seen dozens of flower-shaped earrings, but between the tiny diamond details and the asymmetrical twist (only one of the two earrings had a small crystal drop hanging from it), he knew they were perfect, and he bought them without any second thought.
Christmas could come now - he was ready.
---
Disney Land was a success. From the very start, Younha had been excited to know that they would spend Christmas at one of the Disney theme parks (she had never been to one). Thankfully, the actual day had definitely held up to the anticipation, despite the huge crowd and the omnipresent waiting lines. They rode Space Mountain twice, bought Winnie the Pooh and Minnie Mouse headdresses, had pasta and tiramisu for lunch, took pictures with J. Worthington Foulfellow and Gideon, and enjoyed a nice dinner. Along with the fireworks and the illumination parade, it was a near-perfect day.
However, it was Miya's feet and back that had to pay the price. By the time they made it to the hotel, he didn't think he could manage to get up ever again. He decided to rest in bed while Younha was marveling at the Mickey Mouse bottle caps in the bathroom, and soon enough, he was dozing off.
... Until Younha joined him in bed and a few tender kisses quickly degenerated into a passionate making out session. Needless to say, by the time he'd peeled Younha's panties off her and plunged head first between her legs, Miya was very much awake.
"I've never really done it before," Younha admitted with a timid grin after she had offered to return the favor. "Tell me how you like."
He was about to assure her that she didn't have to do anything, but she ran a nail along his cock and all he managed was a strangled moan. She grinned at him before darting her tongue out and proceeding to lick his erection like a lollipop.
"Holy fuck," he whispered, clawing at the sheets in anticipation and dropping his head back on the pillow, "tha-that feels good."
Soon enough, she had wrapped her whole mouth around his cock and she had picked up exactly the right pace, and Miya felt his climax nearing dangerously after an embarrassingly short amount of time. Save for the occasional grinding and a hand job she had given him once in the shower, developments had been few and far between, and all that tension had caused him to retrogress to the endurance he used to have when he was fourteen.
"W-wait, stop," he muttered. He felt enough like a dirty old bastard as it was without ejaculating in her mouth without so much as a warning, but he made the mistake of looking at her looking back at him, face flushed, lips moist and pre-come stringing from his cock to her mouth, and he could have orgasmed from the sight alone.
"Was it nice?" Younha inquired, laying down to his side and resting her head on the pillow.
"Very nice," Miya managed between a few deep breaths, allowing the buildup to taper off a little. Only when he was sure he wouldn't come from the wind blowing on his dick did he allow himself to run a hand along the curves of her body. Younha rolled onto her back and Miya positioned himself on top of her, caressing and kissing her all over, his mouth moving down from her neck to her breasts to her belly, and he was about to go down on her again when she asked:
"Do you have a condom?"
He put his tongue back into his mouth and looked up at her from between her thighs. "... What?"
"... Do you have a condom?" she repeated, sounding a bit less assured than she had the first time around.
Miya stared at her confusedly for a few seconds before he realized what her question actually implied, and the next instant he was shoulder-deep in his bag, rummaging around for the condoms he had brought just in case. Younha failed to stifle her laughter when he tore open the package and rolled down the condom on his cock feverishly, and again when it took him several tries to actually enter her.
She had fortunately gathered her composure when he was effectively inside of her. "It feels a little strange," she said with a smile, nibbling on her bottom lip.
"So long as it feels good too," he replied, chuckling a bit. He then snaked a hand between their bodies to start fingering her before moving back and forth inside of her, slowly so, both in order to allow her to get used to the sensation and to last as long as he possibly could. However, he had barely increased the pace when it became clear that there was no way in hell he'd be able to get her off before he did - and when she threw her legs around his waist, tightening her hold around his cock, he knew it was in fact a matter of seconds.
"I-I'm gonna come," he somehow felt the need to inform her, and he was vaguely aware of how superfluous that had been when he made out the sound of her laughter from beyond the fireworks going off behind his lids.
However, he resumed fingering her as soon as he was back down on earth and it didn't take that much longer for it to become apparent that she would soon follow him over the edge. Miya watched her closely as her orgasm crept up on her - she started wriggling under him and letting out a series of small moans, her eyes shut tight, her smooth hair spread out around her face and her breasts heaving to the rhythm of her breathing, until her whole body shook violently and she cried out into the pillow, muscles clenched hard around him.
---
Miya had never been a morning person, and even less so when he had spent the previous day walking around almost non-stop before indulging in both epicurean and sensual pleasures. Thus, when the wake-up call rang at half past eight in the morning, all he could manage was to roll on his side and curl up in a ball until Younha finally turned the alarm off. Miya vaguely registered the sound of water running in the bathroom when an ice cold hand suddenly pressed itself against his flank.
"Nnghh," Miya objected, squirming a bit.
"Oppa, wake up," Younha commanded cheerfully, indifferent to his whining. "It's Christmas. I want my gift." She lay back besides him and nuzzled the nape of his neck. It took Miya a while to even keep his eyes open, and when he managed to do so, he noticed that Younha was already dressed and wearing make-up. He had probably fallen back asleep at some point.
After showering, brushing his teeth and shaving, Miya was in much more decent shape, if a little fuzzy. "I'm awake now," he announced after he'd fished the gift and the letter that were meant for her out of his bag and hid them behind his back. He leaned down for a quick kiss. "Merry Christmas. Which hand?"
"Merry Christmas," Younha replied between their mouths before dropping another peck on his lips. "Hmm. Left?"
"Letter first."
Younha opened the envelope excitedly, extracting the matching Santa Pooh Bear card that was inside. She couldn't have been more than a few words into the message when a slight frown appeared on her face. "... I can't read your handwriting," she finally admitted.
Miya laughed, crawling onto the bed, and pulled her against him so that she sat between his legs. "Dear Younha," he read from above her shoulder.
"I can read that," she defended herself while slapping his knee playfully, and continued reading, "Thank you so much for everything. I am really... what's that word?"
"I am really grateful for having met you. Everything about us is completely different, starting with our ages, our cultures and our languages, but I believe that our hearts connect nonetheless." That somehow hadn't sounded that cheesy when he had first written it, but Younha didn't say anything and waited patiently for him to continue. "I don't want to hinder you fr-"
"Hinder?"
"Be an obstacle?" he tried, and Younha nodded her head in comprehension. "I don't want to hinder you from realizing your dreams, but I would be happy if you found even a tiny place for me in them. If there's a chance that we can make this last, I want us to seize it. Merry Christmas. Masaaki."
After several long seconds of silence, she finally turned around to kiss him. "Thank you. You're my favorite," she said softly and he noticed that her eyes were filled with tears.
"So are you." Miya handed her a tissue and laughed despite himself when she blew her nose loudly after drying her eyes. "All right, open your gift now. And give me mine."
---
The earrings had proven to be a great choice - Younha loved them and they looked beautiful on her. The madeleines she had baked for Miya had disappeared within a couple of days and he never stepped outside anymore without the black scarf she had given him.
The week between Christmas and New Year was extremely busy for MUCC. They had three consecutive appearances at major live events and a countdown concert in Ibaraki. Miya had arranged for Younha to attend Tenka at the Nippon Budoukan and was planning on doing the same for the countdown show so that they could spend New Year together.
"Mito's set!" Miya announced, hugging her from behind as she stirred the pasta she had been cooking. "I got your ticket and I told Kyohsuke to put your name on the guest list."
"Great! Thank you so much!"
He ran his hand through her short hair (she'd removed the extensions on account that it was itchy and that it wasn't like her anyway) and pressed his cold nose against her neck just for the pleasure of hearing her squeal in indignation. He dropped the train ticket on the table and threw his coat on a chair before sitting down. "Sorry I can't have you ride with us." The MUCCrew, the members and their equipment barely fit in the van as it was, so they really couldn't afford to have another person travel with them.
Younha put down two plates full of penne and sat down in front of him before examining the ticket. "It's okay. It looks very simple. I just transfer at Ueno station?"
"Yup, and then it's a straight line to Mito. I'll draw you a map for the livehouse."
"Okay," she said, running her foot up his ankle, and gave him a gentle smile. "I can't wait to see your hometown."
Miya shivered a bit at the soft contact. "There's not much to see there, I'm warning you. The natto's delicious though." She scrunched up her nose in disgust and he laughed. "What?"
"Natto is gross!" she exclaimed vehemently.
"I'm taking offense, miss. Ibaraki's natto is famous all over Japan."
"Is it all that's special about Ibaraki?"
"... Pretty much, yes."
She laughed and dropped both of her feet above his, slipping her toes under the hem of his jeans, and left them there. "Well, I hope the concert is good then."
Miya was perfectly aware that he had a really stupid grin plastered across the face, but he didn't care. "You can take my word for it."
---
December 31 was a particularly stressful day. It seemed that every little thing that could possibly go wrong had gone wrong - Satochi had been late to the rendezvous, Tatsurou had overall been an ass about it, they'd realized halfway to Mito that they had forgotten an important piece of equipment in Tokyo and had had to get it back, Miya broke a string of his main guitar and somehow didn't have any handy, and they'd had to go through great lengths to find a replacement.
With all that, they had fallen terribly behind schedule, and Miya barely had the time to gulp down a couple of rice balls from the convenience store before it was time to spike up his hair and put on his stage attire and make-up. All that he wanted at this point was to be left the hell alone until he was required to go on stage and do his thing.
But even that was too much to ask, apparently.
"There's a Korean girl at the front who insists she knows you," the tour manager informed him. "Her name's Yuna or something."
"... It's Younha," Miya answered dryly, blending the make-up at the corners of his mouth and not even bothering to look at Comet-san. "Let her in. She's supposed to be on the guest list."
"Well, she's not, and she's underage."
"I know," he gritted between his teeth. Technically, anyone under twenty wasn't supposed to attend the live since it extended well beyond the curfew hours, but the cops had much better things to do than carding visual-kei audiences on New Year's Eve. "Just let her in. I'm dating her."
Comet-san did not look impressed. "... I didn't know you were into fifteen-year-olds."
Miya looked up from his mirror this time. "... What the fuck? She's eighteen."
"Nope. I checked her ID myself. Definitely fifteen. Don't believe me?"
About twenty pairs of eyes turned in Miya's direction and he dropped his makeup sponge, staring at Comet-san disbelievingly. The last thing he heard before barging out of the backstage area was a thoroughly amused "Miya's banging a fifteen-year-old chick?" that most likely came from Kyohsuke.
There was quite a commotion at the front. Younha, the girl responsible for the press and the guest passes, and the manager of the livehouse were waiting for Comet-san's confirmation, and were obviously very surprised to see Miya emerge in his stage outfit instead. The MUCCers waiting to be let inside immediately spotted him as well, calling his name and waving at him enthusiastically. He waved back, a smile frozen on his face, and quickly made his way to the front desk.
"I'm sorry, oppa," Younha started, but Miya wasn't listening. He grabbed the passport she was still holding in her hands and flipped through it nervously.
April 29, 1988.
He calculated her age several times, certain that he was making a mistake somewhere, but it soon became apparent that Comet-san was right.
Younha was fifteen.
Miya shoved the passport back into her hands, and he must have looked pretty damn scary because she recoiled, looking on the verge of tears. "I'm really sorry," she mumbled miserably. He ignored the pained "aya!" she let out when he grabbed her arm roughly and led her through the lobby to plant her in front of one of their roadies.
"Keep an eye on her 'til the end of the show," he commanded with a strange voice that wasn't quite like his, and the roadie acquiesced, looking terrified.
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 parts: 1 2
Notes: This is definitely my favorite part of the story so far. XD I'm usually a slow writer, but it was so much fun I got this done in no time. Some issues get resolved, but other show up. Shameless cheese, actual sex and plot twists. Enjoy!
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"Man, I misshed you' shandwiches," Tatsurou managed, his mouth full of natto-avocado-mayo sandwich.
"Thanks." Miya grinned at the compliment, satisfied with his cooking skills, and sat down in front of Tatsurou with his own plate. The two of them proceeded to eat with great appetite and several minutes passed before he finally broke the silence. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
It was, however, a purely rhetorical question - he obviously knew what Tatsurou had wanted to talk about. It was the only subject they hadn't touched yet, and they had bantered about everything - except MUCC.
Tatsurou sucked the mayonnaise off his thumb, keeping his eyes down towards his plate. "... I just wanted to apologize, I guess." He gestured a bit, struggling for his words. "I hadn't realized it had gotten that bad."
"Better late than never," Miya said, a corner of his mouth curving upwards slightly. "I'm glad you decided to stay though. What made you choose to?"
"I ended up talking to Yukke about it and, well," Tatsurou paused to clear his throat, "he ended up crying."
Miya had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from laughing, but luckily, Tatsurou didn't seem to notice and continued:
"I know it doesn't mean much, hell it's not the first time I made him cry, but it made me realize how badly I had screwed up. I guess a part of me was hoping it was just you freaking out for no reason."
"Because it's totally like me to freak out for no reason," Miya intervened, chuckling dryly.
"... Well, you are pretty harsh at times."
Miya laughed a bit despite himself. "For the record, it's my job to get the best out of us. I'm not doing this to spite you personally. Anyway, it's not just me. Satochi's probably more pissed at you than I am."
"Really?" Tatsurou asked, looking half-surprised, half-apologetic.
"Yeah." Miya wiped a few strings of natto that were sticking to his chin. "Anyway, I want to make one thing clear: I really don't want to kick you out of MUCC. You have potential, we get along just fine and that's a bit too extreme for my liking. But if things don't get any better, you're out. You really have to start behaving yourself."
Tatsurou nodded absentmindedly, still staring down and flicking at the bread crumbs in his plate. Miya sighed, feeling a tinge of guilt - damn was he tired of disciplining him. "I just- I just want us to get better. I don't know about you, but I want to live off music someday. And I'm having the time of my life playing with you guys."
There was a hint of a smile on Tatsurou's lips. "Same here. I tried to imagine myself leaving the band and... no, it ain't happening."
"Great then," Miya said, returning the smile. " I just really need you to control yourself. I know none of us ever expected to reach the point where we'd have to pry girls off ourselves and believe me, I know it feels damn good. But we still need you to be there on time for rehearsals and meetings. Just that would be awesome for a start. And lay off the alcohol a bit, for fuck's sake."
Tatsurou sighed loudly, nodding. "I'll try my best. It's just that with the band and my job, I barely have any time to do anything anymore."
"I know. I know it's tough," Miya granted and bit his bottom lip. He could definitely use 36-hour days as well. "That's why I said that if you can't handle it, it-"
"No," Tatsurou said firmly. "I'll do it. I'll do my best."
"Just tell yourself that you'll be able to leave your job eventually. It's what keeps me going, honestly."
Tatsurou grinned. "Man, I dream of the day when I won't have to pretend being some cute chick anymore."
"Tell me about it," Miya concurred, chuckling. Working the night shift in an Internet café was perhaps not as bad as text messaging services for lonely men, but only slightly. "... One more thing though: stop sleeping with fans, okay?"
"Come on, it's not like it happened that often," Tatsurou muttered, visibly embarrassed.
"Tatsurou, half of them are underage. The last thing I want is some sort of scandal."
"All right, I get it," Tatsurou said with a sigh. "No more fucking the fans, no more drinking and no more showing up late. I won't do it again."
"... Good. I'm keeping an eye on you," Miya said before attempting to lighten the atmosphere: "Want another sandwich?"
Tatsurou finally looked up at him, grinning a bit. "Sure thing. How about natto and kimchi? I noticed you had some."
Miya complied to the suggestion and the natto-kimchi-mayo sandwiches disappeared barely a few minutes after they were out of the sandwich toaster. Miya was putting the plates and utensils in the sink when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. "Hello?"
"... Oppa?"
He immediately recognized Younha. She sounded a little strange - weak, perhaps. "Younha? Are you okay?"
"Not- not really. I'm lost," she said, and Miya could tell then that she was crying. He could also tell that Tatsurou was leaning forward with great interest behind him.
"Lost? How come? Where are you?"
"I don't know... There's only a road and a field... I can't even see the rail track anymore." She let out a sob at that.
"... Calm down, okay? I'm coming to get you." He started towards the front door, motioning for Tatsurou to follow him. "Where's that road? How did you end up there?" he asked, putting on his shoes.
It turned out that Younha had gotten stuck at the next station over when the trains ran out, and had figured she would walk home by following the rail track. She probably wasn't as lost as she thought and, by the time Miya and Tatsurou had made it to his car, he was pretty sure he knew where to find her.
"I'm so sorry," Younha said, sniffling. "I'm so stupid."
Miya chuckled, igniting the engine. "Don't worry about it. I'll be there in ten." He glanced at Tatsurou sitting in the passenger seat and promptly decided that handing him the handheld would be much too awkward. "Look, I can't talk on the phone while I'm driving. You'll be okay?"
"... I guess."
"... Are you still crying?"
Younha laughed a bit. "No, I'm fine. I'll wait for you here." She sounded a bit better already and Miya felt himself smile.
"It won't take long, I promise. Call me if anything happens."
"Okay. Bye bye." He heard her sigh and she added shyly, "Thank you."
"No prob. See you," Miya said before flipping his phone closed and turning just in time to see Tatsurou grinning at him like an idiot.
"So~ who is this Younha?"
Miya sighed and decided to just ignore Tatsurou. For now, at least. He knew he wouldn't be able to get out of this one.
---
Younha opened the door of the car and sat down in the backseat. "I'm really sorry about that," she said pitifully, keeping her head down low. "Thank you so much."
"Don't worry about it. I'm glad you're okay," Miya replied, turning around to smile at her. Younha smiled back at him before blinking curiously at Tatsurou. She hadn't noticed him until now.
Miya, however, didn't feel like explaining or answering any questions, and he simply started up the car again, driving in silence.
It was Tatsurou who spoke first. "Your name's Younha, right?" he asked, and Miya unconsciously gripped the wheel tighter at that.
"Yes. You're Tatsurou, is that it?"
Tatsurou grinned proudly. "You did your homework. Nice to meet you, Younha."
"The pleasure is mine," Younha said politely.
Another silence.
"So?" Tatsurou eventually said.
"Hm?" Miya replied innocently, although he knew exactly what was coming up next.
"Are you guys dating or what?"
Miya faintly heard Younha giggle behind him, but she didn't say anything. She was obviously waiting for his answer.
He, however, had no idea what to say. They certainly were dating, for now. The problem was that he didn't know for how long. They still hadn't had talked about it and he didn't feel like announcing it to the world when he had no idea if they'd even be together by the time January came around.
"... Nnnot really," he finally answered. He tried to catch Younha's eyes in the rearview mirror and throw her an apologetic look, hoping she would catch on. Unfortunately, she either didn't see him or didn't care, because she gaped at him angrily and kicked the back of his seat hard.
Tatsurou immediately grasped the strangeness of the situation. "What do you mean, not really? Don't you guys live together? Isn't it your stuff in the bathroom?" he asked Younha, glancing at her from above his shoulder.
"Yes, but-"
"Yes, it's my stuff, and yes, we live together, and yes, we're dating-"
"Younha!"
"What?!"
"Yeah, we're living together, but we're not really dating. I mean, it's not really official or anything," Miya mumbled nervously, and he could feel Younha's eyes burning through the back of his skull.
"... Fine. We're not dating," she finally conceded, but her voice started shaking peculiarly. "But he forces me to do really icky stuff to him every night and-"
"What?!" Tatsurou said, laughing incredulously.
"Wha- That's- that's not true!" Miya exclaimed, stepping on the brake just in time to avoid running into a woman crossing the street. At this rate, he would kill the three of them before they got anywhere. "Why the hell did you say that?!"
"Why the hell did you lie?!" Younha kicked his seat again, even harder this time.
At this point, Tatsurou was laughing hysterically.
"Fine. We are dating. And I never even touched her, for the record." Miya sighed - it was unfortunately the truth. "It's just kind of really complicated because she lives in Korea. I didn't really wanna tell anyone about it before I knew what the hell was going to happen." He'd said the last sentence in the thickest Ibaraki dialect he could manage. It apparently worked, because Younha simply sighed angrily and leaned back in her seat, arms crossed over her chest.
"I see, I see. You sure it's that much of a problem?" Tatsurou had slipped into his native dialect too, probably without even realizing. "When are you going back to Korea?" he asked Younha.
"Next month. Unless I find a label to sign me."
"Ooh. You're a musician?"
"She is." Miya decided that he had nothing to lose at this point and just told Tatsurou about everything. The open mic where they'd met, the demo Younha had recorded at his place, how they had kept in touch through email and how she had unexpectedly showed up on his doorstep a certain evening, two months ago.
"Damn, you've got guts. But a cute girl with guts is exactly what Miya needs," Tatsurou said, turning to look at Younha. "He's a bit rough around the edges, but he's a good guy. Take good care of him, okay?"
"Thank you. I try to," she replied, smiling brightly.
"Great," Miya thought. The last thing he needed was for those two to start bonding. Fortunately, he had almost made it to Tatsurou's place by then, meaning that his torture was finally about to end. He was quite relieved, to say the least, when he finally pulled over in front of the apartment building.
"Thanks for the sandwiches," Tatsurou said, patting Miya's shoulder. "And introduce us Younha properly someday. Younha-chan, you like karaoke?"
Younha's face lit up. "Yes! I really enjoy."
"Come with us sometime. " Tatsurou threw a thumbs up at her before getting out of the car. "See you around, guys."
"Bye," Miya and Younha said in unison, and Tatsurou closed the car door before heading towards his apartment.
Miya waited for Tatsurou to enter the building before finally bringing himself to turn and look at Younha. "You wanna sit down at the front?" he asked, hoping that she had already forgotten about their argument.
She obviously hadn't, though. She turned away from him and stared out the window. "No."
"... I'm sorry, Younha," Miya tried after swallowing quite difficultly, "it's just that I'm-"
"You're such a liar," she said dryly, interrupting him.
Miya's heart broke a little at that. He didn't have it in himself to say anything for the remainder of the ride home.
---
They still hadn't talked to each other by the time they had made it home. It was almost two in the morning and Miya refused to go to sleep knowing that Younha was still pissed at him. "... I'm really sorry, Younha. Are you still angry?"
She didn't say anything, and Miya was even starting to think that she was ignoring him on purpose when she finally spoke: "Why didn't you say him I'm your girlfriend?"
Miya shrugged his shoulders a bit. His excuses seemed really flimsy all of a sudden. "It's just a bit difficult for me to say that you're my girlfriend when I don't know what will happen next month. I'm just worried about what will happen if you can't stay in Japan."
It was Younha's turn to shrug. "I don't care. I just like you. I don't care of later."
The pieces of Miya's heart that were still in place fell apart at that. "Come here," he whispered, and she nestled against him obediently. "I like you, too. Very much. And I'm sorry." He leaned in to kiss her, caressing her hair gently. "I'll introduce you to my friends next time."
"Mmhm," Younha simply said, but it was a sufficient an answer for Miya - she had, after all, kissed him back. He planted a kiss on her neck, but she quickly moved away from him.
"What's wrong?"
"... Your beard-" she managed difficultly and Miya smirked as comprehension dawned on him.
"You're ticklish?" he asked, stretching his hands out towards her ominously. Younha tried to back away from him, but she was too late. Miya pulled her against himself, running his hands along her sides to tickle her mercilessly. Younha tried in vain to release herself from his hold, laughing so hard not a sound was coming out of her.
That's when she tangled her feet in the covers and tumbled down on the futon, pulling Miya in her fall. She was still laughing, however, even caught between the futon and his weight, and Miya continued to tickle every inch of her body his fingers could reach - until he found himself with his hands under her sweater, and, minutes later, his head under her skirt, feeling the shivers and goosebumps run along Younha's body as she bucked against his mouth, gasping loudly.
---
Miya hadn't expected Tatsurou to follow suit to his own suggestion, but a few days later, he'd been contacted with an invitation to karaoke. Yukke and Satochi would be there too, and Younha was more than welcome (Miya gathered from the tone of the text message that her presence was, in fact, mandatory).
He figured that it was Tatsurou's way to show that he was willing and trustworthy, but either way, he appreciated the gesture. Besides, he was overdue for a good singing session. Miya and Younha thus made their way to Studio Alta that day, where they were to meet up with the other members of MUCC.
"Yo, Guccha!"
It was Tatsurou, an arm raised up high as he walked up to them, Yukke hot on his heels. They both held large Marui Men shopping bags.
"It's nice to meet you at last," Yukke told Younha after Miya had introduced them to each other. "I heard a lot about you."
"Really?" Younha asked Miya, flashing a wide grin in his direction, and he could feel his cheeks burn as he remembered the conversation he'd had about her with Yukke not so long ago. He really owed him one.
"Satochi has been held at work, so he'll join us later," Tatsurou explained, leading the way to the nearby Uta Hiroba. They were quite early, as far as karaoke went, and were immediately directed to a booth. As soon as they were inside, Tatsurou seized the remote, and Yukke, the drink card. He ordered four beers, an iced tea for Miya, an acerola cocktail for Younha and an appetizer plate, and by the time he was done, Tatsurou was already halfway into BUCK-TICK's Maria.
"You wanna sing something?" Miya asked Younha now that the remote was free.
"Maybe later," she replied, shaking her head, and Miya figured that she might be somewhat intimidated by Tatsurou's overly confident demeanor. He chose a Back Horn song for himself before handing the remote to Yukke.
As soon as Yukke started his cringe-worthy, out-of-tune rendition of Typhoon Generation, however, Younha promptly started to browse the song selection. "I'm sorry, it's in Korean," she said apologetically when the screen was suddenly covered in hangul instead of the usual Japanese. Miya had never heard of this Lexy, and he leaned forward with interest.
"Amazing," Yukke commented when Younha started singing, and Tatsurou cheered enthusiastically when she started rapping. Miya smiled at that - that girl could do anything.
"I can't read anything," Tatsurou said, chuckling. "What's it about?"
"... Um, she says that men are not good enough for her," Younha replied timidly, and her answer sent Tatsurou in a bout of laughter.
"Here's to hoping you don't relate too much," he said, winking at Miya and raising his beer before chugging it, and the door flung open at the same moment. "Satochi, you're late!"
"Yeah, I know," Satochi muttered between his teeth, dropping his jacket on top of the coat mountain. "My boss is a real ass." He sat down as Yukke handed him one of the untouched beers. "Thanks, man. Um, hi," he added, blinking confusedly at Younha, and Miya remembered that Satochi wasn't even aware of her existence.
"She has a really good voice," Yukke said after Miya was done briefing Satochi. "Miya said that she wants to start a career as a singer."
Younha nodded and gave Miya a knowing smile. "Yes. Actually, I have big news: I'm going to debut in Japan next year."
"Really?!" the other three exclaimed in unison.
"Yup, she's gonna sign with Epic Records. Isn't it amazing?"
"Dude, isn't it Céline Dion's label?" Yukke asked in all seriousness and Miya couldn't help but burst out laughing. Why Yukke knew that was beyond him.
Without waiting for anyone's approval, Tatsurou jumped to his feet to order a second round of drinks. "We gotta celebrate that!"
"So you'll be singing in Japanese? Can you sing something in Japanese now?" Satochi asked her, handing her the remote.
Younha complied, although her red cheeks were betraying her. After a moment, she decided to sing the Hamasaki Ayumi hit M. Satochi and Tatsurou were astounded by her perfect pronunciation, and Yukke mentioned that he actually preferred her version over the original, which, coming from a fan of Hamasaki's, was a huge compliment.
By then, they were brought five new beer mugs and an equal number of shot glasses. "What's that?" Miya inquired, pointing to the shooters.
Tatsurou smirked. "Russian roulette," he answered. "One's vodka, the others are water."
Satochi promptly grabbed one of the shot glasses, raising it high. "What are we waiting for? Bottoms up!"
Miya reluctantly took one as well, soon imitated by the others, and the five of them downed their glass. His brain tricked him into thinking he had ended up with one of the water glasses for a second, but the next, his whole oesophagus was on fire and he started coughing hard, his eyes watering quite a bit.
The upside was that, considering his low tolerance to alcohol, he soon had nothing to envy to the others in terms of tipsiness. Somewhere between Inoue Yousui ballads, a heartfelt duo of Garasu no Shounen by Yukke and Tatsurou, a broken mug and a blitz of LUNA SEA numbers, Miya realized that he was pretty much drunk - to the point of drinking beer without even minding the taste and gesturing Tatsurou-style as he sang.
"Here you go," Tatsurou said, handing Younha one of the microphones as the introduction of Shiina Ringo's Kabukichou no Joou started playing. He was, however, met with a puzzled expression, and Miya had to spit his mouthful of beer back into the mug when Yukke cleared his throat and leaned to take the mic from Younha's hand.
"What's so funny?" Younha asked into Miya's ear when Yukke had been butchering the song for a good minute, shimmying to the beat, while Tatsurou and Satochi were both cheering and laughing loudly, shaking tambourines. She was at least aware that she was missing something.
"I'll tell you when you're twenty," he replied with a smirk before starting to whistle along to the instrumental solo. He didn't really feel like going into the details of why Yukke made these particular lyrics so hilarious.
She was obviously about to insist, but Tatsurou chose this moment to throw one of the microphones in Miya's direction, almost hitting him in the face. Catching stuff in flight was way over his current abilities and he barely had had time to block the object.
"Guccha! You gotta help me with the next one!" Tatsurou gave him a wicked grin and Miya understood why as soon as he recognized the song. It was Koi no Dance Site by Morning Musume.
At any other time, Miya would have refused or pretended he didn't know the song or something instead of risking ridiculing himself in front of his girlfriend, but the alcohol in his system and the fact that he actually really liked that song got the better of him.
Before he even realized what he was doing, he was up on his feet, wobbling before throwing an arm around Yukke's for balance, and the two of them ended up sharing the microphone and doing the choreography along with the girls dancing on the screen. Tatsurou was now standing on the couch, moving the way he would if he were giving a live performance, and Satochi was shaking his tambourine enthusiastically, loudly singing the back vocals.
As for Younha, she was doubled over laughing, snapping several pictures of the ordeal with her phone and even recording a video of Yukke and Satochi as they pretended to punch each other in the face in synch with the "UH! HAH!" of the song.
Later, when they were finally sitting back again while Satochi sang drunkenly to I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys, Yukke moved closer to Younha to speak to her, nearly crushing Miya's testicles as he leaned clumsily over him. "You know that Miya really likes Yaguchi Mari?" Yukke randomly asked her, beet red and slurring like there was no tomorrow.
"From Morning Musume? I didn't know," she said, laughing a bit.
Miya shot a glare in Yukke's direction, not too happy with the fact that he had just revealed his one celebrity crush to his girlfriend. "You're much cuter, though," he mumbled to her, and he blinked in surprise when Younha's lips were suddenly pressed against his.
It was only when Yukke started shaking him that Miya realized they had been kissing for a while. "... Man, stop that shit, and have some respect for the singles here. To think I'm gonna spend Christmas alone this year again."
He apparently interpreted Miya's alarmed expression as an incentive to go on about his love life (or lack thereof), but Miya had already tuned him out.
All he could think of now was that Christmas was in less than two weeks, that he had no place in mind where to take Younha and that he didn't have the slightest idea what to give her as a present.
In other words, he was in deep shit.
---
First thing after waking up the following day, Miya took a couple of painkillers and sat down in front of the computer with a steaming cup of very strong coffee. He took advantage of the fact that Younha was still asleep to peruse Christmas date ideas and, within the next hour, he had been able to secure passes for the Tokyo Disney theme park and a hotel reservation.
That took a huge weight off his shoulders - that was worlds better than spending Christmas at his place with a bucket of KFC and a store-bought cake, as he'd feared they would. However, he still needed to find Younha a gift. He started spending a lot of his free time between work and band practices window-shopping, dropping by numerous department stores and boutiques for inspiration. He even asked a couple of his female friends for advice for good measure, but somehow, nothing really caught his eye.
That was until Tatsurou announced that he needed to go to Laforet to pick up a pair of shoes he had ordered and Miya randomly decided to follow him. He strayed into a small designer jewelry boutique, attracted by their selection for men, and that's when he saw it - a stunning pair of platinum earrings finely sculpted into roses. Miya wasn't even sure why he liked them that much or why he was so certain that Younha would love them too - after all, he had seen dozens of flower-shaped earrings, but between the tiny diamond details and the asymmetrical twist (only one of the two earrings had a small crystal drop hanging from it), he knew they were perfect, and he bought them without any second thought.
Christmas could come now - he was ready.
---
Disney Land was a success. From the very start, Younha had been excited to know that they would spend Christmas at one of the Disney theme parks (she had never been to one). Thankfully, the actual day had definitely held up to the anticipation, despite the huge crowd and the omnipresent waiting lines. They rode Space Mountain twice, bought Winnie the Pooh and Minnie Mouse headdresses, had pasta and tiramisu for lunch, took pictures with J. Worthington Foulfellow and Gideon, and enjoyed a nice dinner. Along with the fireworks and the illumination parade, it was a near-perfect day.
However, it was Miya's feet and back that had to pay the price. By the time they made it to the hotel, he didn't think he could manage to get up ever again. He decided to rest in bed while Younha was marveling at the Mickey Mouse bottle caps in the bathroom, and soon enough, he was dozing off.
... Until Younha joined him in bed and a few tender kisses quickly degenerated into a passionate making out session. Needless to say, by the time he'd peeled Younha's panties off her and plunged head first between her legs, Miya was very much awake.
"I've never really done it before," Younha admitted with a timid grin after she had offered to return the favor. "Tell me how you like."
He was about to assure her that she didn't have to do anything, but she ran a nail along his cock and all he managed was a strangled moan. She grinned at him before darting her tongue out and proceeding to lick his erection like a lollipop.
"Holy fuck," he whispered, clawing at the sheets in anticipation and dropping his head back on the pillow, "tha-that feels good."
Soon enough, she had wrapped her whole mouth around his cock and she had picked up exactly the right pace, and Miya felt his climax nearing dangerously after an embarrassingly short amount of time. Save for the occasional grinding and a hand job she had given him once in the shower, developments had been few and far between, and all that tension had caused him to retrogress to the endurance he used to have when he was fourteen.
"W-wait, stop," he muttered. He felt enough like a dirty old bastard as it was without ejaculating in her mouth without so much as a warning, but he made the mistake of looking at her looking back at him, face flushed, lips moist and pre-come stringing from his cock to her mouth, and he could have orgasmed from the sight alone.
"Was it nice?" Younha inquired, laying down to his side and resting her head on the pillow.
"Very nice," Miya managed between a few deep breaths, allowing the buildup to taper off a little. Only when he was sure he wouldn't come from the wind blowing on his dick did he allow himself to run a hand along the curves of her body. Younha rolled onto her back and Miya positioned himself on top of her, caressing and kissing her all over, his mouth moving down from her neck to her breasts to her belly, and he was about to go down on her again when she asked:
"Do you have a condom?"
He put his tongue back into his mouth and looked up at her from between her thighs. "... What?"
"... Do you have a condom?" she repeated, sounding a bit less assured than she had the first time around.
Miya stared at her confusedly for a few seconds before he realized what her question actually implied, and the next instant he was shoulder-deep in his bag, rummaging around for the condoms he had brought just in case. Younha failed to stifle her laughter when he tore open the package and rolled down the condom on his cock feverishly, and again when it took him several tries to actually enter her.
She had fortunately gathered her composure when he was effectively inside of her. "It feels a little strange," she said with a smile, nibbling on her bottom lip.
"So long as it feels good too," he replied, chuckling a bit. He then snaked a hand between their bodies to start fingering her before moving back and forth inside of her, slowly so, both in order to allow her to get used to the sensation and to last as long as he possibly could. However, he had barely increased the pace when it became clear that there was no way in hell he'd be able to get her off before he did - and when she threw her legs around his waist, tightening her hold around his cock, he knew it was in fact a matter of seconds.
"I-I'm gonna come," he somehow felt the need to inform her, and he was vaguely aware of how superfluous that had been when he made out the sound of her laughter from beyond the fireworks going off behind his lids.
However, he resumed fingering her as soon as he was back down on earth and it didn't take that much longer for it to become apparent that she would soon follow him over the edge. Miya watched her closely as her orgasm crept up on her - she started wriggling under him and letting out a series of small moans, her eyes shut tight, her smooth hair spread out around her face and her breasts heaving to the rhythm of her breathing, until her whole body shook violently and she cried out into the pillow, muscles clenched hard around him.
---
Miya had never been a morning person, and even less so when he had spent the previous day walking around almost non-stop before indulging in both epicurean and sensual pleasures. Thus, when the wake-up call rang at half past eight in the morning, all he could manage was to roll on his side and curl up in a ball until Younha finally turned the alarm off. Miya vaguely registered the sound of water running in the bathroom when an ice cold hand suddenly pressed itself against his flank.
"Nnghh," Miya objected, squirming a bit.
"Oppa, wake up," Younha commanded cheerfully, indifferent to his whining. "It's Christmas. I want my gift." She lay back besides him and nuzzled the nape of his neck. It took Miya a while to even keep his eyes open, and when he managed to do so, he noticed that Younha was already dressed and wearing make-up. He had probably fallen back asleep at some point.
After showering, brushing his teeth and shaving, Miya was in much more decent shape, if a little fuzzy. "I'm awake now," he announced after he'd fished the gift and the letter that were meant for her out of his bag and hid them behind his back. He leaned down for a quick kiss. "Merry Christmas. Which hand?"
"Merry Christmas," Younha replied between their mouths before dropping another peck on his lips. "Hmm. Left?"
"Letter first."
Younha opened the envelope excitedly, extracting the matching Santa Pooh Bear card that was inside. She couldn't have been more than a few words into the message when a slight frown appeared on her face. "... I can't read your handwriting," she finally admitted.
Miya laughed, crawling onto the bed, and pulled her against him so that she sat between his legs. "Dear Younha," he read from above her shoulder.
"I can read that," she defended herself while slapping his knee playfully, and continued reading, "Thank you so much for everything. I am really... what's that word?"
"I am really grateful for having met you. Everything about us is completely different, starting with our ages, our cultures and our languages, but I believe that our hearts connect nonetheless." That somehow hadn't sounded that cheesy when he had first written it, but Younha didn't say anything and waited patiently for him to continue. "I don't want to hinder you fr-"
"Hinder?"
"Be an obstacle?" he tried, and Younha nodded her head in comprehension. "I don't want to hinder you from realizing your dreams, but I would be happy if you found even a tiny place for me in them. If there's a chance that we can make this last, I want us to seize it. Merry Christmas. Masaaki."
After several long seconds of silence, she finally turned around to kiss him. "Thank you. You're my favorite," she said softly and he noticed that her eyes were filled with tears.
"So are you." Miya handed her a tissue and laughed despite himself when she blew her nose loudly after drying her eyes. "All right, open your gift now. And give me mine."
---
The earrings had proven to be a great choice - Younha loved them and they looked beautiful on her. The madeleines she had baked for Miya had disappeared within a couple of days and he never stepped outside anymore without the black scarf she had given him.
The week between Christmas and New Year was extremely busy for MUCC. They had three consecutive appearances at major live events and a countdown concert in Ibaraki. Miya had arranged for Younha to attend Tenka at the Nippon Budoukan and was planning on doing the same for the countdown show so that they could spend New Year together.
"Mito's set!" Miya announced, hugging her from behind as she stirred the pasta she had been cooking. "I got your ticket and I told Kyohsuke to put your name on the guest list."
"Great! Thank you so much!"
He ran his hand through her short hair (she'd removed the extensions on account that it was itchy and that it wasn't like her anyway) and pressed his cold nose against her neck just for the pleasure of hearing her squeal in indignation. He dropped the train ticket on the table and threw his coat on a chair before sitting down. "Sorry I can't have you ride with us." The MUCCrew, the members and their equipment barely fit in the van as it was, so they really couldn't afford to have another person travel with them.
Younha put down two plates full of penne and sat down in front of him before examining the ticket. "It's okay. It looks very simple. I just transfer at Ueno station?"
"Yup, and then it's a straight line to Mito. I'll draw you a map for the livehouse."
"Okay," she said, running her foot up his ankle, and gave him a gentle smile. "I can't wait to see your hometown."
Miya shivered a bit at the soft contact. "There's not much to see there, I'm warning you. The natto's delicious though." She scrunched up her nose in disgust and he laughed. "What?"
"Natto is gross!" she exclaimed vehemently.
"I'm taking offense, miss. Ibaraki's natto is famous all over Japan."
"Is it all that's special about Ibaraki?"
"... Pretty much, yes."
She laughed and dropped both of her feet above his, slipping her toes under the hem of his jeans, and left them there. "Well, I hope the concert is good then."
Miya was perfectly aware that he had a really stupid grin plastered across the face, but he didn't care. "You can take my word for it."
---
December 31 was a particularly stressful day. It seemed that every little thing that could possibly go wrong had gone wrong - Satochi had been late to the rendezvous, Tatsurou had overall been an ass about it, they'd realized halfway to Mito that they had forgotten an important piece of equipment in Tokyo and had had to get it back, Miya broke a string of his main guitar and somehow didn't have any handy, and they'd had to go through great lengths to find a replacement.
With all that, they had fallen terribly behind schedule, and Miya barely had the time to gulp down a couple of rice balls from the convenience store before it was time to spike up his hair and put on his stage attire and make-up. All that he wanted at this point was to be left the hell alone until he was required to go on stage and do his thing.
But even that was too much to ask, apparently.
"There's a Korean girl at the front who insists she knows you," the tour manager informed him. "Her name's Yuna or something."
"... It's Younha," Miya answered dryly, blending the make-up at the corners of his mouth and not even bothering to look at Comet-san. "Let her in. She's supposed to be on the guest list."
"Well, she's not, and she's underage."
"I know," he gritted between his teeth. Technically, anyone under twenty wasn't supposed to attend the live since it extended well beyond the curfew hours, but the cops had much better things to do than carding visual-kei audiences on New Year's Eve. "Just let her in. I'm dating her."
Comet-san did not look impressed. "... I didn't know you were into fifteen-year-olds."
Miya looked up from his mirror this time. "... What the fuck? She's eighteen."
"Nope. I checked her ID myself. Definitely fifteen. Don't believe me?"
About twenty pairs of eyes turned in Miya's direction and he dropped his makeup sponge, staring at Comet-san disbelievingly. The last thing he heard before barging out of the backstage area was a thoroughly amused "Miya's banging a fifteen-year-old chick?" that most likely came from Kyohsuke.
There was quite a commotion at the front. Younha, the girl responsible for the press and the guest passes, and the manager of the livehouse were waiting for Comet-san's confirmation, and were obviously very surprised to see Miya emerge in his stage outfit instead. The MUCCers waiting to be let inside immediately spotted him as well, calling his name and waving at him enthusiastically. He waved back, a smile frozen on his face, and quickly made his way to the front desk.
"I'm sorry, oppa," Younha started, but Miya wasn't listening. He grabbed the passport she was still holding in her hands and flipped through it nervously.
April 29, 1988.
He calculated her age several times, certain that he was making a mistake somewhere, but it soon became apparent that Comet-san was right.
Younha was fifteen.
Miya shoved the passport back into her hands, and he must have looked pretty damn scary because she recoiled, looking on the verge of tears. "I'm really sorry," she mumbled miserably. He ignored the pained "aya!" she let out when he grabbed her arm roughly and led her through the lobby to plant her in front of one of their roadies.
"Keep an eye on her 'til the end of the show," he commanded with a strange voice that wasn't quite like his, and the roadie acquiesced, looking terrified.