→ drabble set 1; every footprint you leave on the snow is precious to me
A series of random and weird drabbles. Minimally edited.
The little things that matter | Koki/Ueda | PG
“Calling me cute,” Ueda’s lips are pursed into a small pout, cheeks flushed the lightest shade of pink, arms crossed against his chest. Koki grins at him, impish, from across the room where he picks up a water bottle. “But you’re our mascot. And KAT-TUN needs a cute mascot because we lost our cute leader so it all evens out, ne.” He tosses Ueda one too and joins him on the loveseat. Ueda sips from the bottle but doesn’t let Koki sling an arm around his shoulders,, mutters something about how he’s older and you just don’t call people older than you cute. He picks up the script for his play from its resting place on the armrest and opens to the page he has folded earlier.
“You have already left, you liar…Soon, I will be leaving to join you too.” Koki reads over Ueda’s shoulder then leans back on the seat when Ueda gives him a look. “Can you even call that love?” His eyes are closed, a tendril of his black hair falling across his forehead.
“It’s supposed to be a testament of pure innocent love, right? Even going so far to die for your beloved.” Ueda smoothes out the dog-eared corner. Koki shifts, facing him. “It takes more courage to continue living with your loved ones.” And his tone is too serious for Ueda to say anything back right away. Then he smiles, slow and bright, like the sun rising at daybreak. “As expected from someone who has much experience acting in so many dramas.” He says solemnly, and bursts into laughter when Koki gives him his wounded-puppy look and exclaims “hey! I was serious!”
Koki gives him a mock glare and then tackles him on the couch. “Uebo! I’ll never leave you and we’ll always be together~” And Ueda is yelling at him to get off, you’re heavy! when Koki gives him a peck on the cheek just as Jin enters the dressing room and yells at them to drop the public displays of affection and throws the towel that hung around his neck at them. Koki sticks out his tongue and says Jin just wants in on the affection and races around the room trying to give a hug to the A of their group, much to the amusement of Maru and Junno, who are laughing at the chaos from the doorway.
From across the room, Koki yells But Uebo will always be my number one! and Ueda has to duck his head to hide the blush that seeps a little brighter. But he can’t hide the warmth that spreads within him from himself.
Couple set | Jin/Yamapi | PG
“I look exactly like you!” Yamapi glared at the mirror. His reflection glowered back at him, frustrated eyes framed by newly-styled auburn locks that curled prettily against his neck. From behind his shoulder, Jin’s wide grin is eating up most of his face. “This isn’t a ‘new’ look at all! What are people going to think?” Yamapi continued rambling, ignoring Jin, who was starting to laugh, the nerve of him!
“They’ll thank whoever told you to do something with that mop you had before.” Jin reaches and runs his fingers through Yamapi’s hair. “And thank whoever told you to get a style like mine. I always have good hair,” the older idol smirks, leans over, kisses Yamapi on the cheek. “And if they’re smart enough, they’ll know exactly who you’re matching with.”
Baby you're my everything | Ryo/Shige | PG-13
If there’s one thing he is sure about now, it is that he is addicted to Shige. He drinks up everything about the younger man, stores it away, treasures it.
He watches the way Shige’s eyes focus when they’re in meeting for the release of their newest single, the way Shige writes down important points in his notepad to go over later. He looks at the way Shige doubles over in laughter at something weird Koyama says through the reflection of their dressing room mirror and the way he rolls his eyes as he pushes away Tegoshi, who is trying to sweet-talk him into doing a favor. He glances in the corner of his eye as Shige bites the end of his pen thoughtfully then crosses out a line and replaces it with another, revising the lines for “Seminar” on the couch in his living room.
He breathes in the scent of Shige’s cologne - not too strong but enough to leave an impression. He breathes in the fresh scent of Shige’s clean sheets on his nights over, and pulls Shige a little closer and buries his nose in the younger man’s hair, still damp from the shower earlier, and inhales the fragrance he will always link to Shige’s shampoo.
He traces the line of Shige’s jaw, cups his cheek with a hand, gently thumbs the smooth skin under his eye, and kisses him on the forehead when Shige is comfortably wrapped in the warmth of sleep. He remembers even the smallest of touches between them - the brush of their fingertips, calloused from hours of guitar practice, as Shige hands him a pen; the brush of their shoulders as the photographer calls for a pair shot; the firm clasp of Shige’s hand as they bow to the thousands who have heard their songs and scream their approval.
He listens to Shige practice for his presentation on the evolution of civil law in Japan the night before, sprawled on the rug that he gave Shige. He corrects a wrong chord as Shige practices a new song that he picked out (he says it’s to hone and challenge Shige’s skills but he just really wants to hear how it sounds when they play it together, not that he would admit that). He makes fun of scenes that Shige practices for “Seminar” but those are the ones he likes best (and Shige glares at him, but marks the parts that he agrees needs revising). He presses his cell phone a little closer to his ear, lying on his back on his bed in Osaka, as Shige tells him about the meeting he had with the director for his new drama SP.
He tastes the first breakfast Shige ever cooks him - Japanese style because he told Shige he wouldn’t have it any other way. The rice is undercooked and the miso soup is too salty and the eggs are nearly burnt, but he eats all of it. He kisses Shige in a hidden corridor during their break, and tastes the green tea he drank earlier. He kisses Shige’s shoulder in the darkness of his bedroom, breaths unsteadily from his climax just moments before, tastes the sweat on Shige’s skin and the sweetness of their combined warmth.
You're mine until I let you go | Yamapi/Abiru Yuu | PG-13
He first notices her in line at the cafeteria. She’s laughing at something someone in front of her is saying - a guy - he notices quickly, and wonders if he is her boyfriend. He sees the pink of her nail polish, the flash of earrings - she has double piercings - and the soft fall of chestnut brown hair. In front of him, the line moves forward and his gaze breaks. In their usual corner table, Toma is waving his hand at him impatiently, and he hurries over, girl forgotten in his mind for now.
It turns out one of his acquaintances happen to know her - he is introduced to her after promises of free lunches to said friend (apparently the guy in line with her at the cafeteria wasn't her boyfriend, or isn't anymore). Her name is Abiru Yuu. They meet during breaks and share cigarettes behind the building. Their first kiss is on their first date, in the darkness of a movie theater. The film is something neither of them really wanted to watch, and no one happens to be sitting near them. It happens sort of naturally. When they part, Yuu grins at him, eyes shining mischievously, hair falling over an eye, and leans over for another.
He visits her new apartment the day after she moves in and gives her a modern art painting by some new rising artist. It caught his eye while he was walking around in the city, just like she did among all those people back then, the colors vibrant and clashing but beautiful all at once. Out of grasp but desirable because of that. She hangs it in her bedroom, over her bed.
They fight about something he can’t remember, because it was too small of a thing yet too big all at once. She screamed at him and threw the bouquet of roses he had brought for their anniversary. He stormed out of her apartment and didn’t call her again, hangs out with his mabudachi, goes out with Jin, wakes up in foreign beds, sometimes doesn’t even bother to wait until morning to leave. But then, six months later, they meet. She’s with a date. But when he wakes up the next morning, they’re together in her bed. She blinks awake and he pulls her closer for a kiss.
There are no promises for the future, but there is one for the now.
The little things that matter | Koki/Ueda | PG
“Calling me cute,” Ueda’s lips are pursed into a small pout, cheeks flushed the lightest shade of pink, arms crossed against his chest. Koki grins at him, impish, from across the room where he picks up a water bottle. “But you’re our mascot. And KAT-TUN needs a cute mascot because we lost our cute leader so it all evens out, ne.” He tosses Ueda one too and joins him on the loveseat. Ueda sips from the bottle but doesn’t let Koki sling an arm around his shoulders,, mutters something about how he’s older and you just don’t call people older than you cute. He picks up the script for his play from its resting place on the armrest and opens to the page he has folded earlier.
“You have already left, you liar…Soon, I will be leaving to join you too.” Koki reads over Ueda’s shoulder then leans back on the seat when Ueda gives him a look. “Can you even call that love?” His eyes are closed, a tendril of his black hair falling across his forehead.
“It’s supposed to be a testament of pure innocent love, right? Even going so far to die for your beloved.” Ueda smoothes out the dog-eared corner. Koki shifts, facing him. “It takes more courage to continue living with your loved ones.” And his tone is too serious for Ueda to say anything back right away. Then he smiles, slow and bright, like the sun rising at daybreak. “As expected from someone who has much experience acting in so many dramas.” He says solemnly, and bursts into laughter when Koki gives him his wounded-puppy look and exclaims “hey! I was serious!”
Koki gives him a mock glare and then tackles him on the couch. “Uebo! I’ll never leave you and we’ll always be together~” And Ueda is yelling at him to get off, you’re heavy! when Koki gives him a peck on the cheek just as Jin enters the dressing room and yells at them to drop the public displays of affection and throws the towel that hung around his neck at them. Koki sticks out his tongue and says Jin just wants in on the affection and races around the room trying to give a hug to the A of their group, much to the amusement of Maru and Junno, who are laughing at the chaos from the doorway.
From across the room, Koki yells But Uebo will always be my number one! and Ueda has to duck his head to hide the blush that seeps a little brighter. But he can’t hide the warmth that spreads within him from himself.
Couple set | Jin/Yamapi | PG
“I look exactly like you!” Yamapi glared at the mirror. His reflection glowered back at him, frustrated eyes framed by newly-styled auburn locks that curled prettily against his neck. From behind his shoulder, Jin’s wide grin is eating up most of his face. “This isn’t a ‘new’ look at all! What are people going to think?” Yamapi continued rambling, ignoring Jin, who was starting to laugh, the nerve of him!
“They’ll thank whoever told you to do something with that mop you had before.” Jin reaches and runs his fingers through Yamapi’s hair. “And thank whoever told you to get a style like mine. I always have good hair,” the older idol smirks, leans over, kisses Yamapi on the cheek. “And if they’re smart enough, they’ll know exactly who you’re matching with.”
Baby you're my everything | Ryo/Shige | PG-13
If there’s one thing he is sure about now, it is that he is addicted to Shige. He drinks up everything about the younger man, stores it away, treasures it.
He watches the way Shige’s eyes focus when they’re in meeting for the release of their newest single, the way Shige writes down important points in his notepad to go over later. He looks at the way Shige doubles over in laughter at something weird Koyama says through the reflection of their dressing room mirror and the way he rolls his eyes as he pushes away Tegoshi, who is trying to sweet-talk him into doing a favor. He glances in the corner of his eye as Shige bites the end of his pen thoughtfully then crosses out a line and replaces it with another, revising the lines for “Seminar” on the couch in his living room.
He breathes in the scent of Shige’s cologne - not too strong but enough to leave an impression. He breathes in the fresh scent of Shige’s clean sheets on his nights over, and pulls Shige a little closer and buries his nose in the younger man’s hair, still damp from the shower earlier, and inhales the fragrance he will always link to Shige’s shampoo.
He traces the line of Shige’s jaw, cups his cheek with a hand, gently thumbs the smooth skin under his eye, and kisses him on the forehead when Shige is comfortably wrapped in the warmth of sleep. He remembers even the smallest of touches between them - the brush of their fingertips, calloused from hours of guitar practice, as Shige hands him a pen; the brush of their shoulders as the photographer calls for a pair shot; the firm clasp of Shige’s hand as they bow to the thousands who have heard their songs and scream their approval.
He listens to Shige practice for his presentation on the evolution of civil law in Japan the night before, sprawled on the rug that he gave Shige. He corrects a wrong chord as Shige practices a new song that he picked out (he says it’s to hone and challenge Shige’s skills but he just really wants to hear how it sounds when they play it together, not that he would admit that). He makes fun of scenes that Shige practices for “Seminar” but those are the ones he likes best (and Shige glares at him, but marks the parts that he agrees needs revising). He presses his cell phone a little closer to his ear, lying on his back on his bed in Osaka, as Shige tells him about the meeting he had with the director for his new drama SP.
He tastes the first breakfast Shige ever cooks him - Japanese style because he told Shige he wouldn’t have it any other way. The rice is undercooked and the miso soup is too salty and the eggs are nearly burnt, but he eats all of it. He kisses Shige in a hidden corridor during their break, and tastes the green tea he drank earlier. He kisses Shige’s shoulder in the darkness of his bedroom, breaths unsteadily from his climax just moments before, tastes the sweat on Shige’s skin and the sweetness of their combined warmth.
You're mine until I let you go | Yamapi/Abiru Yuu | PG-13
He first notices her in line at the cafeteria. She’s laughing at something someone in front of her is saying - a guy - he notices quickly, and wonders if he is her boyfriend. He sees the pink of her nail polish, the flash of earrings - she has double piercings - and the soft fall of chestnut brown hair. In front of him, the line moves forward and his gaze breaks. In their usual corner table, Toma is waving his hand at him impatiently, and he hurries over, girl forgotten in his mind for now.
It turns out one of his acquaintances happen to know her - he is introduced to her after promises of free lunches to said friend (apparently the guy in line with her at the cafeteria wasn't her boyfriend, or isn't anymore). Her name is Abiru Yuu. They meet during breaks and share cigarettes behind the building. Their first kiss is on their first date, in the darkness of a movie theater. The film is something neither of them really wanted to watch, and no one happens to be sitting near them. It happens sort of naturally. When they part, Yuu grins at him, eyes shining mischievously, hair falling over an eye, and leans over for another.
He visits her new apartment the day after she moves in and gives her a modern art painting by some new rising artist. It caught his eye while he was walking around in the city, just like she did among all those people back then, the colors vibrant and clashing but beautiful all at once. Out of grasp but desirable because of that. She hangs it in her bedroom, over her bed.
They fight about something he can’t remember, because it was too small of a thing yet too big all at once. She screamed at him and threw the bouquet of roses he had brought for their anniversary. He stormed out of her apartment and didn’t call her again, hangs out with his mabudachi, goes out with Jin, wakes up in foreign beds, sometimes doesn’t even bother to wait until morning to leave. But then, six months later, they meet. She’s with a date. But when he wakes up the next morning, they’re together in her bed. She blinks awake and he pulls her closer for a kiss.
There are no promises for the future, but there is one for the now.