[DAY 8] Listen carefully...
Title: Listen carefully
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2
Pairings/Characters: Miyata Toshiya + Tamamori Yuta, cameos by the rest of Kis-My-Ft2
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by J&A.
A/N: *uncreative title* Inspired by Ikemen desu ne? The title that is.
For mousapelli!!! ♥
“Tama! Tama-chan! Come quickly!” Senga and Nikaido stormed into the changing room.
Tamamori looked up from the magazine he’d been reading. “What’s wrong?”
“Just…just come!” the two grabbed him and dragged him out of the door. Fujigaya raised his eyebrow and looked at Yokoo, who just shrugged. Kitayama on the couch had cracked an eye open. He didn’t move though until the other three were completely out of earshot. Then he got up.
“Listen, Fujigaya, Yokoo-san…”
~*~
“Miyacchi’s asleep and he is not waking up!”
Tamamori blinked. That was just some kind of joke, right? He looked at the sleeping form of Miyata on the pile of mats in the practice room. Reaching out, he poked the other. There was no reaction. Miyata’s chest rose and fell evenly as he slept on. Tamamori poked the other again, stronger this time. Nothing.
“What happened?” Tamamori asked.
“Emotional exhaustion maybe?” a new voice offered from the door. When the three younger ones looked up, they found Kitayama leaning there. “He used up all his energy and now he needs to recharge. Who knows how long.”
Tamamori frowned. This wasn’t making any sense!
Fujigaya walked into the room, passing Kitayama, and went to nudge Miyata with his foot. “I’ll miss him.”
“Eh? But he’s right here! He’s just sleeping! He’ll be up in a bit again, right?” Tamamori looked at the rest of his group. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Right?” he asked again.
The others, now Yokoo had joined, too - with a pillow for Miyata, which he put under the other’s head - just looked at each other, none of them saying a word. They all just exchanged uncertain glances.
“Guys, this is not funny!” Tamamori grabbed onto Miyata’s shoulders and shook the other. “What the heck, Miyacchi! Wake up, you idiot! Stop pretending to be asleep just to make fun of me!”
Miyata remained limp and snoring in his arms. “Miyacchi! Toshiya!”
Tamamori bit his lips. “You can’t just sleep on! You need to be awake! You need to be here with me, by my side! You can’t just leave me like this! Who’s going to love me? Confess his love to me every time we see each other and more? Who’s going to listen to all my selfish requests and bear with my willfulness? Who’s going to call me cute and other gross things? Who…” his voice grew quieter, “Who am I supposed to love back when you’re not around?”
“Tama-chan loves me!” Miyata’s eyes opened and a huge grin was on his face.
The rest of Kis-My-Ft2 cheered, cat-called and wolf-whistled. “Finally!”
A dark blush spread on Tamamori’s cheeks. “You! All of you! And most importantly YOU!” he pointed at Miyata. “What…What the hell?”
Miyata chuckled and hugged Tamamori. “You love me! Say it again!”
“No! Ugh! Let go of me! I hate you! I hate all of you!!”
~*~
Later that night, Tamamori way lying on his side in bed, arms crossed, sulking.
“Tama-chan…” Miyata leaned over the other and pulled him closer. “Stop sulking already? Everyone just meant well. They did it for me. Stop being mad at them? You can hit me for all its worth.”
“Stupid.”
“Yes, I know.”
Turning around, Tamamori looked at Miyata. “Did you really have to go that far just for that? Did you really just want to hear me say it that badly?” he asked.
“Well…”
Yanking the other down, Tamamori lowered his voice, whispering against Miyata’s lips, “Listen really, really carefully…I will not repeat it. Unless you ask me very, very nicely next time instead of using such a dirty trick.”
Miyata blinked.
“I love you, Miyata Toshiya.”
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2
Pairings/Characters: Miyata Toshiya + Tamamori Yuta, cameos by the rest of Kis-My-Ft2
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by J&A.
A/N: *uncreative title* Inspired by Ikemen desu ne? The title that is.
For mousapelli!!! ♥
“Tama! Tama-chan! Come quickly!” Senga and Nikaido stormed into the changing room.
Tamamori looked up from the magazine he’d been reading. “What’s wrong?”
“Just…just come!” the two grabbed him and dragged him out of the door. Fujigaya raised his eyebrow and looked at Yokoo, who just shrugged. Kitayama on the couch had cracked an eye open. He didn’t move though until the other three were completely out of earshot. Then he got up.
“Listen, Fujigaya, Yokoo-san…”
~*~
“Miyacchi’s asleep and he is not waking up!”
Tamamori blinked. That was just some kind of joke, right? He looked at the sleeping form of Miyata on the pile of mats in the practice room. Reaching out, he poked the other. There was no reaction. Miyata’s chest rose and fell evenly as he slept on. Tamamori poked the other again, stronger this time. Nothing.
“What happened?” Tamamori asked.
“Emotional exhaustion maybe?” a new voice offered from the door. When the three younger ones looked up, they found Kitayama leaning there. “He used up all his energy and now he needs to recharge. Who knows how long.”
Tamamori frowned. This wasn’t making any sense!
Fujigaya walked into the room, passing Kitayama, and went to nudge Miyata with his foot. “I’ll miss him.”
“Eh? But he’s right here! He’s just sleeping! He’ll be up in a bit again, right?” Tamamori looked at the rest of his group. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Right?” he asked again.
The others, now Yokoo had joined, too - with a pillow for Miyata, which he put under the other’s head - just looked at each other, none of them saying a word. They all just exchanged uncertain glances.
“Guys, this is not funny!” Tamamori grabbed onto Miyata’s shoulders and shook the other. “What the heck, Miyacchi! Wake up, you idiot! Stop pretending to be asleep just to make fun of me!”
Miyata remained limp and snoring in his arms. “Miyacchi! Toshiya!”
Tamamori bit his lips. “You can’t just sleep on! You need to be awake! You need to be here with me, by my side! You can’t just leave me like this! Who’s going to love me? Confess his love to me every time we see each other and more? Who’s going to listen to all my selfish requests and bear with my willfulness? Who’s going to call me cute and other gross things? Who…” his voice grew quieter, “Who am I supposed to love back when you’re not around?”
“Tama-chan loves me!” Miyata’s eyes opened and a huge grin was on his face.
The rest of Kis-My-Ft2 cheered, cat-called and wolf-whistled. “Finally!”
A dark blush spread on Tamamori’s cheeks. “You! All of you! And most importantly YOU!” he pointed at Miyata. “What…What the hell?”
Miyata chuckled and hugged Tamamori. “You love me! Say it again!”
“No! Ugh! Let go of me! I hate you! I hate all of you!!”
~*~
Later that night, Tamamori way lying on his side in bed, arms crossed, sulking.
“Tama-chan…” Miyata leaned over the other and pulled him closer. “Stop sulking already? Everyone just meant well. They did it for me. Stop being mad at them? You can hit me for all its worth.”
“Stupid.”
“Yes, I know.”
Turning around, Tamamori looked at Miyata. “Did you really have to go that far just for that? Did you really just want to hear me say it that badly?” he asked.
“Well…”
Yanking the other down, Tamamori lowered his voice, whispering against Miyata’s lips, “Listen really, really carefully…I will not repeat it. Unless you ask me very, very nicely next time instead of using such a dirty trick.”
Miyata blinked.
“I love you, Miyata Toshiya.”