Lovesick (Akito/Junta)
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yume_to_ameTitle: Lovesick or “About the low-budget no-name film production”
Pairing: Akito/Junta, cameos by other Johnny’s West members
Rating: PG-13
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Genre: romance, rather on the light side
Warnings: None, except for the mention of a blow-job and Junta’s cheesy inner cinema
Summary: Junta believes the biggest problem is his vivid imagination. It feels like there is a whole cinema in his brain, playing a movie for him with him as the main-hero and Akito as his co-star, including a soundtrack of course. With every smile Akito shows him, with every word and every action, the title and the plot of his movie changes. Sometimes he has important side-kicks next to him, sometimes rivals, but then he realises… he has to learn to write his own script for this movie.
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je_wakamono exchange.
Junta would probably never forget the day their debut was finally announced as a 7-member group. They had made it!
“You know,” Hamada had said back then with a serious expression on his face, while he met up with Junta and Akito. “We three oldies of the group need to be responsible now and-“
“Sure thing,” Akito replied all earnest. “I mean, the others are already doing really well, so I don’t think we need to worry. But we should be there for them in case they need something. You know, a shoulder to rely on.”
Junta remembers how he smiled back then. Akito was able to say things no one else could put into words. He could make it sound so simple, even though in reality it was complicated as hell. Only he was able to create such a deep and thoughtful atmosphere….
However, then Akito tried to drink his milk through his nose.
Well, some things don’t change, and probably never will. It’s all Akito is about – being serious and drinking milk through his nose at the same time.
~~~
“Yo, Jun-chan~” Akito roams through his apartment. “Where’s your white shirt? The one with the glittering letters. I want to wear it.”
“Why didn’t you bring your own stuff along again?” Junta leans against the doorframe, eyeing Akito opening some of his drawers in search of something fitting. “The one with the glitter has a hole in it. I threw it away. Take the same in black.”
“In black? But my trousers are dark too. Isn’t it too much?” Akito takes said shirt, looking at it skeptically. “You think this would look good on me?”
Everything looks good on him, Junta thinks, because it’s Akito and Akito is simply handsome. Of course, he would never tell Akito that, though. Why make things awkward by giving him such a compliment? He simply nods. “Yeah, it’s okay.”
It is.
Junta has no idea when he stopped seeing Akito as Akito, the guy with the broad smile, or as the dorky idiot who drank milk through his nose while he was just serious a minute ago. When it stopped bothering him… the way Akito uses to squint and it sometimes looks like he isn’t able to focus his eyes. He has no idea when he actually started to find the way Akito sleeps with his mouth open, snuggled against a pillow, his leg dangling out of the bed, cute instead of funny. He wonders what changed, why Akito changed. But then he realizes…. Akito will always stay Akito, the guy that runs around half-naked in someone else’s apartment and doesn’t mind, the guy that easily gains a few pounds and doesn’t care, the guy that tries to drink his milk through his nose. Akito was and will always be Akito. It’s Junta who has changed.
And like everyone who is unhappily in love, because their love is unrequited and doesn’t lead to anywhere, he either goes for comfort food or for eccentric styling. So, this time as well, he dresses up for the party they are going to. Tight jeans, glitter tank-top and a white hat, some accessories and a scarf around his hips.
“Everyone else would look so gay with that,” Akito complains. “It’s not fair.”
What’s not fair is the smile that Akito shows him, Junta thinks. The smile that means too much to Junta, but doesn’t mean anything to Akito. “Stop complaining, you little gorilla,” he hence teases back, mainly to distract Akito from the way his cheeks are blushing.
~~~
Junta decides his biggest problem is his vivid imagination; the way his mind works. Like there is a whole cinema in his brain, playing a movie for him, of course with a soundtrack as well. He is the main character of the movie, Akito his co-lead. Sometimes Kotaki appears too as a pretty side-kick and Ryusei as the cool, mysterious character that’s neither good nor bad.
What he didn’t know though is that soon other members might join his personal movie.
“The hat is cute.” Kami-chan smiles while he is slurping at his drink. He has a cute, tiny nose, and soft features. Like out of a manga. Meanwhile Junta’s sudden movie-rival Shige is giggling with Akito. It doesn’t matter that in reality Shige is taken, and probably not in for flirting with Akito at all. In Junta’s inner head-movie, he is. Shige is going to leave his hot-boyfriend-san because he will see how charming Akito is, how good-looking in his own way, and soon he will go hand in hand with him, having steaming hot sex, probably receive a surprise proposal during a candlelight dinner at the Eiffel Tower and marry secretly in Vegas. In a tastily beautiful chapel of course.
Kamiyama pokes his cheek. “Are you listening, Junta-kun?” he laughs, and it’s a surprisingly melodic laugh. It’s actually the first time he is that close to Kamiyama. Of course they are all close, as friends, but this time Kami-chan is literally close, only an inch away from him. “Here.” Kamiyama reaches out his hand and takes a strawberry from the bowl. He holds it in front of Junta’s lips. “You need to taste one.”
Junta wonders what would happen if he kissed Kamiyama now. Just like that. If he followed the script of his movie and stopped looking at the hero that can’t be reached. Aren’t there plenty of movies in which the main-character suddenly gets attracted to the nice and warm-hearted friend that’s always been close?
He takes the strawberry, chewing on it with a soft chuckle. “Tastes good.”
“Yes.” Kamiyama smiles. “Good thing that Hama-chan likes fruits. Had it been Akito-kun’s party we would drown in fast food now.”
Junta laughs at that. True. Akito is the type that laughs at them when they mention weight-issues or calorie tracking. “When will you start living your life to the fullest then?” He asked once with a soft smile. “Jun-chan, you are perfect the way you are.”
Suddenly Junta feels like crying. “I think I need a drink.”
Kamiyama nods in approval. “I’ll get us something.”
~~~
The movie takes a weird twist, because suddenly Kamiyama is drunk, and falls asleep on Junta’s lap. His hair tickles Junta’s forearms and he makes a cute face while sleeping. He is cute, and beautiful, probably even cuter than Shige. Manga-Kami-chan is like a kind prince out of an anime. Maybe Junta’s movie turns into a comic now? An anime?
Is Kamiyama his new hero now?
He is glad that Kamiyama brought the whole bottle of vodka along and he can just drink another glass of it. This is until Akito is suddenly in front of him. He grabs Kamiyama’s arm and pulls him up and away from Junta before he sits down next to him. He almost looks a bit pissed.
“Everything alright?” Junta asks, trying not to stumble over the consonants while he talks.
“Don’t you think you have been drinking enough already?” Akito asks, eyebrows furrowed in what seems to be worry. He sounds like he is upset, or angry, or both, and Junta doesn’t get it at all. It gets so complicated all of a sudden that his head feels dizzy.
“I need something to eat, I think,” he mumbles. “Or rather, I don’t need anything. It’s so hot…”
Akito takes Junta’s hat from his head, waving some air towards him. Suddenly Junta feels a little shaky and Akito catches his arm. “Balcony,” he orders. When they get up, his feet feel surprisingly wobbly, hence he decides to let Akito take the lead and drag him outside. Once they reach the balcony, it’s like he sobers up almost instantly. It’s cold outside, although it’s already spring. But there were a few cold days recently, and it’s just slowly getting warmer again. It’s so chilly that Akito’s brown arms shiver, little goosebumps appearing on them.
Junta chuckles, rubbing his hands over Akito’s cold arms. “You are freezing, you idiot. Did you really not bring any jacket along?”
“Why should I?” Akito pouts. “I came with you. And we’ll share a taxi back. So… from one warm room into another.”
“You apartment is probably freezing though,” Junta points out.
Akito grins widely. “That’s why I’m crashing at your apartment.”
He should probably follow the well-known ‘What-do-list in case of an unrequited love.’Point 1: never let your love get too close to you, especially not at night, alone in an apartment. You’ll just get hurt. “Fine,” Junta hears himself say, and the movie in his head makes him already imagine Akito’s warm brown arms wrapped around him.
He shoves the idea aside immediately. “I need something to eat,” he says casually and flees back inside. Away from Akito, away from his personal movie. He decides that his recent weird reactions are probably just a hormonal thing, or… he has eaten something wrong, has an allergy or something. The weird sting he feels when he sees Akito with other people sometimes or the butterflies in his stomach when he smiles can’t be normal. It has to be because of this weird movie in his head. Later on, when he sees Akito with Hama-chan though, he knows it’s not just in his head anymore, no movie, no script, no allergy. He is just jealous. And jealousy is pathetic. And petty. Especially when it’s targeted towards one of your bandmates and friends.
Later that evening they somewhat manage to stumble into a taxi. Akito giggles slightly when his head drops against Junta’s shoulder. He has drunk too much. Hypocrite. He had just reprimanded Junta shortly before, after all. But Junta can’t stay mad at him.
“You smell nice,” Akito mumbles when they arrive at Junta’s apartment.
Junta pays the taxi driver, grabs Akito’s arm and pulls him along, glad that Akito is so drunk that he doesn’t need to answer.
“Hey, Jun~” Akito wraps his arms around Junta’s waist and they stumble into his apartment. It’s a sudden attack and Junta can’t keep them upright, both of them dropping on the floor. Akito chuckles and nuzzles his nose into Junta’s hair. “Don’t flirt with Kami-chan, okay?”
What.the.hell.does.he.mean!?
Junta decides they are both too drunk to take anything that happened or happens seriously. It’s a good excuse to not push Akito’s arms away when he wraps them around Junta’s waist once they are in bed. Almost like in his movie.
~~~
Junta has tried to give his movie several titles already. Junta and the seven knights was one of them. But knights are shiny and heroic, and there is nothing shiny about how Shige pulls a pair of pants over his head and Hama-chan tries to walk on his hands while he is naked, and nothing heroic about how Kamiyama throws a cup after Ryusei, and Non-chan fails at trying to not get upset over something one of the others said.
In love with a gorilla was also an option. At least it fits the way Akito stomps through his apartment sometimes, only wearing huge white grandfather underwear, because they are the most comfortable, and when he hasn’t shaved at all. But it doesn’t quite pinpoint the feeling he has when he sees Akito.
Akito and Junta. But it sounds like a weird boys love manga in which one of them is a virgin and madly in love with the other. Shy and insecure. Wrong.
For now, his movie doesn’t have a name. No-name movie, and low-budget. They’d need crappy special effects and antics to attract an audience, like… Kotaki and Ryusei making out backstage, when they think nobody's watching. But Junta is, accidentally. Ugh, now he needs a therapist.
Right then, his movie suddenly decides to make up a plot twist, because his therapist turns out to be Akito himself, when he knocks at Junta’s door the same evening with a few cans with bear and fat, crispy take-away noodles from the shady Chinese restaurant around the corner Junta feels weirdly attracted to, but never dares to set a foot into.
“I just need something to forget what I saw,” Akito exclaims when he waltzes into Junta’s apartment completely unannounced.
“What did you see?” Junta closes the door and picks up Akito’s jacket which he just threw in a corner.
Akito grins, purses his lips and makes snogging sounds. “Non-chan and Ryusei-kun. I need to get that image out of my head.”
“You saw them kissing too?” Junta asks in surprise. He thought he was alone backstage.
“I wished it was only that,” Akito whines. “When I followed you backstage and saw you suddenly turning away, I got curious. Never want to see one of my bandmates giving someone else a blow-job ever again.”
Junta laughs, feeling weirdly content that he has a companion in misfortune. Somehow it’s like they are allies now. “Are you kidding?”
“Not at all.” Akito drops on the sofa and smiles teasingly. “If Non-chan would at least have your pretty lips…”
Junta almost drops the noodle box he picked up. “What?”
“Your lips are almost like porn itself.”
Junta has put a chopstick full of noodles into his mouth, but he can’t bring himself to swallow them. He has to look the stupidest ever, and at one point Akito chuckles. So it was just a joke?
“Too much information at once?” Akito wants to know. And then- “Let’s watch a movie.”
What? Junta swallows the extra-fat, tomato-sweet-chili-noodles and coughs a bit. A sip from his beer helps. He doesn’t get it, and goes for the obvious. “Action? Or rather horror?”
“Horror,” Akito decides. “Still need to get that picture of Non-chan on his knees out of my head.”
“Ugh,” Junta grins.
Akito stays overnight, naturally. He says it’s too dark and late already, and he can just crash at Junta’s place anyway, it would be easier. Also his bed is always warm, and his floor doesn’t scrunch at night. Horror movies make him jumpy. Knowing that Akito watched all parts of Paranormal Activity in one sitting and went on a camping trip just the night afterwards, makes it sound a bit off, though. But, well, different types of horror awaken different fears?
~~~
Akito is so sweet towards him for the next two weeks that Junta’s movie suddenly starts turning into a mushy romantic teen-movie, in which the virgin heroine – in this case the hero, who is not a virgin at all – suddenly gets charmed by his prince in white armour. Well, Akito is all kind of things but not a prince, and he is never wearing anything like shiny armour. Or even a white shirt. Still, the image fits Junta’s feelings best.
It feels like he is walking on clouds, on cotton candy, constantly, every day. The ground beneath him is so soft that he bounces when he walks and sometimes he does little jumps to get over pillows of sugar that are too high.
“That is an interesting dance step,” Ryusei interrupts him all of a sudden.
Junta blinks. “What do you mean?”
“That little jump of yours.” He hands him a folder. “Let’s grab something to eat and then go through the costumes we want to wear for the next concert?”
Ah, Junta remembers. He wanted to work on them but the others thought that his eccentric styling might not particularly suit all of them, hence Ryusei joined his team. “Sure.”
“And then you can tell me what makes you so happy that your eyes are gleaming constantly like you are in a Disney movie.”
Junta chuckles. If Ryusei knew how close to the truth – or rather the imagined reality – he actually is, he would never stop laughing. It is silly of course, Junta has to admit that much. “Ah, it’s nothing.”
“Really?” Ryusei sneers. “Nothing? Yet you look like you are staring in a cheesy romance comedy?”
Junta smirks. “I’ll tell you,” he promises. “But only when you tell me how on earth you ended up making out – and more – with Non-chan backstage.” Ryusei’s eyes widen for a moment and Junta smacks him with the folder playfully. It’s rare for someone to wins against Ryusei. He should cherish this moment.
Ryusei lets out a sigh first, before he chuckles. “Fine, you won. I know what you are up to anyway.”
“And I know what you are up to,” Junta shoots back before they enter the cafeteria. Coffee to go, chocolate and strawberry cake, and a hamburger. He is having a calorie-overdose but he forgot to eat yesterday because he had been daydreaming of Akito the whole day, so he can have a little more.
They decide not to stay at the agency and instead head to Junta’s apartment. Ryusei pokes the glass of his terrarium carefully. “Your lizard freaks me out.”
“Don’t say that.” Junta chews on his hamburger. “Lemon is very sensitive.”
“How does Akito actually handle all your animals?” Ryusei wants to know when one of Junta’s dogs jumps on his lap. “Doesn’t he have problems with asthma?”
Junta frowns slightly. “He has never complained,” he points out. “Good that you mention it. I should definitely ban the dogs from the bedroom.”
Ryusei spits out his coffee again. “Bedroom?”
“Yeah, Akito crashes at my place pretty often.” Junta takes a sip from his coke.
“And he doesn’t sleep on the sofa?”
“No, he likes it warm.”
Ryusei grins brightly. “Wow, I might be able to learn something from him. He is a pro.”
“He is not,” Junta defends him. Akita doesn’t use any tricks for anything, he is sure about that. “He is natural.”
“Hm.” Ryusei stirs in his coffee. “That might be true too. Still…”
“Still what?”
Ryusei points at the folder. “Nothing. Let’s go through our costume choices.”
~~~
Ryusei takes his leave at 10PM, saying he wants to meet Non-chan, surprisingly honest and open about it. But then again, it’s Ryusei, and he has that calm approach. He probably figured he doesn’t need to hide it anymore, since Junta has already found out about it anyway.
For Junta it means he is all alone, without dinner. Sucks. He feels like he can eat all day sometimes, like he is a girl. But he should really watch out so he doesn’t gain weight. He is on the rather slender side, but it’s not like he is like Ryusei or Hama-chan who can eat whatever they want. He needs to be somewhat careful. Not as careful as Akito though… but then again, Junta really likes it that Akito is not super-skinny. He likes Akito the way he is. Manly.
He pets his dogs’ heads. “Let’s get us something to eat~”
Just strolling through the streets with his dogs is already nice, but the smell of curry is stronger than his dogs’ wishes to sniffle at every little stone. He is approaching Akito’s favourite restaurant before he even realizes he does. Might as well get something from there, can’t he?
He almost misses it, actually. But while he waits at the counter, he hears the one voice he could decipher out of all other voices. He knows it’s a mistake, he knows he will regret it, because there’s this one turning point in every movie, but he can’t stop himself. Just like any romance-movie heroine wouldn’t be able to. He shifts his body, peaking into the single room that’s separated from the other. It’s Akito with a guy, one of his friends. Junta remotely remembers that Akito once introduced them to each other.
His head screams that it’s just his jealousy, and jealousy is pathetic and petty, and he is almost ready to be convinced, then however that guy bends forward and presses his fucking lips against Akito’s. Oh my god.
It’s like all blood suddenly leaves his face, the room is spinning around him. Then he gets called back by the waitress handing him his takeaway food, and Jodie, his dog, is barking all of a sudden. Akito looks up too, turning his head, and for a moment he looks at Junta directly. Surprise is written all over his face.
Akito’s lips are about to form a word. But before his ‘Wait’ is even out properly, Junta hands the waitress the money – way too much – takes the dogs and runs. He is fast, even with two dogs. He is fast.
God, I’m so stupid. I’m so fucking stupid.
~~~
Junta stuffs all the food into his mouth in like five minutes while trying not to cry the whole time. Of course Akito, handsome and manly and casual as he is, has someone at his side. He and Akito are just buddies, friends. He was the stupid one for acting like a freaking love-struck teenager. He is an adult, a mature person, this kind of attitude and feelings… he can’t allow himself to have them. Stupid, stupid. Stupid!
“All mature,” he mumbles and feeds Lemon. Animals are the best distraction ever. “All mature.” He can’t allow himself to be heart-broken and throw a tantrum. He just can’t.
When he comes to their rehearsal the next day, Akito is already there. Way too early considering that this is Akito. “Hey.” He turns to face Junta. “Jun…”
Junta smiles slightly. “Morning.” There is no freaking way he will go through the embarrassment of having a weird feeling-talk with Akito. He is like one hundred percent certain that by now Akito has read his weird behaviour and him running away yesterday correctly. “Ah,” he pretends to have just noticed Ryusei. “Ryusei-kun, did you bring the folder along? I forgot mine at home.”
Ryusei grins, gladly taking the bait. “You are such an air-head sometimes.”
He is not, not really, but he doesn’t mind right now. So he just laughs it off. Ryusei seems to see more than he should though, because he frowns slightly. He doesn’t say anything, thankfully, but later that day, when Junta has successfully avoided any private talk with Akito, he pulls him to the side when nobody's watching.
“Did you fight?” he whispers.
Junta blinks. “Who?”
“You and Akito-kun?” Ryusei wants to know, eyeing the corridor to check if they are alone.
“Of course not.” He could never fight with Akito. Stupid question.
“Then what? I thought you liked him?”
Oh man, Ryusei being nosy right now is the last thing he needs, but seeing as he already knows everything, he can as well be honest. “He already has someone,” he whispers back. “Please don’t make a huge deal out of it.”
“Huh? Akito has a lover?” Ryusei looks somewhat close to a person that’s been told that he has won in lottery… only in a negative way. So more like: He lost in lottery? Junta just remotely wonders when exactly Ryusei turned into his partner of crime in this pathetic, no-name, low-budget movie of his.
He feels how his eyes start filling up with tears. Awesome. “Why couldn’t you just leave it alone,” he breaths out, letting go of his ever-so-happy guard. “Damn it, Fujii, you should know better.”
Ryusei looks a bit helpless, like always when it’s about feelings and he gets confronted by them. Good thing that Non-chan knows exactly how to get his point through, they are probably going to work well as a couple. He wraps his arms around Junta clumsily, and Junta actually appreciates the gesture. A bit. He just wishes it was someone else.
He is almost relieved when Kotaki’s finger pokes his cheek. “Hey, Junjun, don’t flirt with my guy,” he jokes, before his eyes widen slightly. “Wait a moment, are you seriously crying?” He turns at Ryusei with a frown on his face. “Did you make him cry!?”
Ryusei frowns. “I can’t believe you,” he grumbles.
The last thing Junta needs is being responsible for yet another relationship drama, so he raises his hands immediately. “It’s not like that. I just had something in my eye, right Ryusei?”
Ryusei rolls his eyes. “Yeah, something in the size of a gorilla.”
“Eh?” Kotaki blinks, but Junta has no time to worry about the two of them, because out of the corner of his eyes he can see how Akito is leaning against the wall, close to them. When the hell did he come? What did he see? And what did he hear?
Junta reacts fast. “I need to go,” he says while slipping out of Ryusei’s grip. “Forgot something. Just start without me, okay?”
~~~
Romance dorama 101, you should never try to run away. Literally. Because the stupid co-hero from any cheesy drama will follow you.
Junta targets the staircase. 40 in total, they are on floor 33, which means seven floors to go to reach the top floor, then down the corridor to the elevator, and down again. He is fast, he should be able to leave Akito behind. Besides, Akito is easily out of breath, he will need to stop midway. This is what Junta thinks, because he has obviously forgotten to check the stupid script of his petty drama.
He is at floor 6 when he can hear how Akito’s panting gets heavier, his breath rattling like he is hyperventilating.
“DAMN IT, YOU IDIOT!” Junta yells, and turns around on his heels, just to see how Akito is clasping to the balustrade. “Stop running that fast!”
“S-“ Akito pants. “Stop… run…runn… ing… a’… way…”
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!” Junta blurts out, the script all in capital letters and with more than one exclamation mark, actually. “You are not supposed to run that fast, without warming up. You are overdoing it.”
He hurries the few steps downstairs, grabs Akito’s arms and helps him up to the last floor. They drop drown on the ground once they have reached the last step, and Junta takes Akito’s head in his lap. He searches the boys pockets immediately.
“Back pocket,” Akito breaths out.
Junta sighs in relief when he finds the asthma spray and helps Akito to use it. It takes a while for Akito’s breath to go normal again and for his face to lose it’s red colour. He takes a careful breath, not too deep. “Allergy season too,” he admits quietly. “That and running without warming up is a bad combination.”
“How can you actually dance?” Junta wants to know.
“Dancing is different. I’m used to it and I know how to use my strength. It doesn’t exhaust me the same way running does. But running is an unknown sport for me. I should probably work out more.”
Junta doesn’t say anything, just lets Akito half-asleep on his lap. “The others are probably waiting for us.”
Akito smiles and turns his head, nuzzling his nose into Junta’s shirt. “So let them.”
“Hm.”
“Hey,” Akito says after a while. “The dude in the restaurant is just a friend. He kissed me out of the blue. It was meant as a joke because I ate his last sushi and he wanted to get it back. Nothing more, I swear.”
“You don’t need to explain yourself,” Junta points out and means it. “I’m your friend, no matter what. You don’t need to say things to make me feel better.”
Akito laughs. “Maybe I want to make myself feel better,” he suggests.
“And how did you want to achieve that?”
“I want to hear you say that Ryusei hugging you didn’t mean anything.”
Wow, that was actually brutally direct. So direct that Junta has to stare at Akito for a while. “Ryusei-kun? Of course it didn’t mean anything. Did you already forget the blow-job encounter?”
“Thought he might offer you a hot threesome with him and Non-chan,” Akito admits.
The movie should be titled In love with a man with a tiny brain. “One more word and I’m going to kick you down the stairs again.”
“Ah, I like it when you try to threaten me,” Akito chuckles. “You never sound serious. You are too nice. And to make it clear-“ He looks up, deadly serious. “I told you, your lips are true porn-material. Perfect. I don’t want to kiss any other lips.”
Cross out the porn-reference and the way Akito grunts at his own words, and it could almost sound romantic. “This movie needs a better name,” Junta sighs.
“Which movie?” Akito wants to know.
“Nothing.” Junta brushes with his hands through Akito’s sweaty hair. “Sleeping at my place today?”
“Of course, there is nowhere better.” Akito twinkles. “And you didn’t answer to my confession.”
“Confession?” Junta grins. “You call that a confession?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Akito snickers. “You need a confession befitting to your movie, right? Just send me the script and I’ll do it that way. Or~”
“Or?” Junta wants to know, not able to hold back a laugh.
Akito sits up all of a sudden, grabs Junta’s neck and pulls him into a kiss. So sudden that Junta has to gasp, but he goes along with it anyway. It’s Akito in his shiny armour – or rather in his khaki trousers, washed out blue shirt and kappa-motto-jacket – after all. Akito moves back with a grin. “Or I’ll do things to you tonight Ryusei-kun and Non-chan will get jealous of.”
Junta chuckles. “Your way of confessing doesn’t sound too bad.” He pulls Akito back up on his feed so he can walk back to their rehearsals with him.
Akito smirks. “By the way, I knew it would be awesome to kiss those full lips of yours.”
Junta wants to smack and hug him at the same time.
Seriously, this movie of his needs a better name… or maybe it’s perfect the way it is. After all, he changes the title daily. Tonight it’s probably going to turn into a porn movie. And tomorrow? Maybe back to a romantic love story.
Pairing: Akito/Junta, cameos by other Johnny’s West members
Rating: PG-13
Beta:
annabloemGenre: romance, rather on the light side
Warnings: None, except for the mention of a blow-job and Junta’s cheesy inner cinema
Summary: Junta believes the biggest problem is his vivid imagination. It feels like there is a whole cinema in his brain, playing a movie for him with him as the main-hero and Akito as his co-star, including a soundtrack of course. With every smile Akito shows him, with every word and every action, the title and the plot of his movie changes. Sometimes he has important side-kicks next to him, sometimes rivals, but then he realises… he has to learn to write his own script for this movie.
Notes: Written for
omoikkiri for je_wakamono exchange.Junta would probably never forget the day their debut was finally announced as a 7-member group. They had made it!
“You know,” Hamada had said back then with a serious expression on his face, while he met up with Junta and Akito. “We three oldies of the group need to be responsible now and-“
“Sure thing,” Akito replied all earnest. “I mean, the others are already doing really well, so I don’t think we need to worry. But we should be there for them in case they need something. You know, a shoulder to rely on.”
Junta remembers how he smiled back then. Akito was able to say things no one else could put into words. He could make it sound so simple, even though in reality it was complicated as hell. Only he was able to create such a deep and thoughtful atmosphere….
However, then Akito tried to drink his milk through his nose.
Well, some things don’t change, and probably never will. It’s all Akito is about – being serious and drinking milk through his nose at the same time.
~~~
“Yo, Jun-chan~” Akito roams through his apartment. “Where’s your white shirt? The one with the glittering letters. I want to wear it.”
“Why didn’t you bring your own stuff along again?” Junta leans against the doorframe, eyeing Akito opening some of his drawers in search of something fitting. “The one with the glitter has a hole in it. I threw it away. Take the same in black.”
“In black? But my trousers are dark too. Isn’t it too much?” Akito takes said shirt, looking at it skeptically. “You think this would look good on me?”
Everything looks good on him, Junta thinks, because it’s Akito and Akito is simply handsome. Of course, he would never tell Akito that, though. Why make things awkward by giving him such a compliment? He simply nods. “Yeah, it’s okay.”
It is.
Junta has no idea when he stopped seeing Akito as Akito, the guy with the broad smile, or as the dorky idiot who drank milk through his nose while he was just serious a minute ago. When it stopped bothering him… the way Akito uses to squint and it sometimes looks like he isn’t able to focus his eyes. He has no idea when he actually started to find the way Akito sleeps with his mouth open, snuggled against a pillow, his leg dangling out of the bed, cute instead of funny. He wonders what changed, why Akito changed. But then he realizes…. Akito will always stay Akito, the guy that runs around half-naked in someone else’s apartment and doesn’t mind, the guy that easily gains a few pounds and doesn’t care, the guy that tries to drink his milk through his nose. Akito was and will always be Akito. It’s Junta who has changed.
And like everyone who is unhappily in love, because their love is unrequited and doesn’t lead to anywhere, he either goes for comfort food or for eccentric styling. So, this time as well, he dresses up for the party they are going to. Tight jeans, glitter tank-top and a white hat, some accessories and a scarf around his hips.
“Everyone else would look so gay with that,” Akito complains. “It’s not fair.”
What’s not fair is the smile that Akito shows him, Junta thinks. The smile that means too much to Junta, but doesn’t mean anything to Akito. “Stop complaining, you little gorilla,” he hence teases back, mainly to distract Akito from the way his cheeks are blushing.
~~~
Junta decides his biggest problem is his vivid imagination; the way his mind works. Like there is a whole cinema in his brain, playing a movie for him, of course with a soundtrack as well. He is the main character of the movie, Akito his co-lead. Sometimes Kotaki appears too as a pretty side-kick and Ryusei as the cool, mysterious character that’s neither good nor bad.
What he didn’t know though is that soon other members might join his personal movie.
“The hat is cute.” Kami-chan smiles while he is slurping at his drink. He has a cute, tiny nose, and soft features. Like out of a manga. Meanwhile Junta’s sudden movie-rival Shige is giggling with Akito. It doesn’t matter that in reality Shige is taken, and probably not in for flirting with Akito at all. In Junta’s inner head-movie, he is. Shige is going to leave his hot-boyfriend-san because he will see how charming Akito is, how good-looking in his own way, and soon he will go hand in hand with him, having steaming hot sex, probably receive a surprise proposal during a candlelight dinner at the Eiffel Tower and marry secretly in Vegas. In a tastily beautiful chapel of course.
Kamiyama pokes his cheek. “Are you listening, Junta-kun?” he laughs, and it’s a surprisingly melodic laugh. It’s actually the first time he is that close to Kamiyama. Of course they are all close, as friends, but this time Kami-chan is literally close, only an inch away from him. “Here.” Kamiyama reaches out his hand and takes a strawberry from the bowl. He holds it in front of Junta’s lips. “You need to taste one.”
Junta wonders what would happen if he kissed Kamiyama now. Just like that. If he followed the script of his movie and stopped looking at the hero that can’t be reached. Aren’t there plenty of movies in which the main-character suddenly gets attracted to the nice and warm-hearted friend that’s always been close?
He takes the strawberry, chewing on it with a soft chuckle. “Tastes good.”
“Yes.” Kamiyama smiles. “Good thing that Hama-chan likes fruits. Had it been Akito-kun’s party we would drown in fast food now.”
Junta laughs at that. True. Akito is the type that laughs at them when they mention weight-issues or calorie tracking. “When will you start living your life to the fullest then?” He asked once with a soft smile. “Jun-chan, you are perfect the way you are.”
Suddenly Junta feels like crying. “I think I need a drink.”
Kamiyama nods in approval. “I’ll get us something.”
~~~
The movie takes a weird twist, because suddenly Kamiyama is drunk, and falls asleep on Junta’s lap. His hair tickles Junta’s forearms and he makes a cute face while sleeping. He is cute, and beautiful, probably even cuter than Shige. Manga-Kami-chan is like a kind prince out of an anime. Maybe Junta’s movie turns into a comic now? An anime?
Is Kamiyama his new hero now?
He is glad that Kamiyama brought the whole bottle of vodka along and he can just drink another glass of it. This is until Akito is suddenly in front of him. He grabs Kamiyama’s arm and pulls him up and away from Junta before he sits down next to him. He almost looks a bit pissed.
“Everything alright?” Junta asks, trying not to stumble over the consonants while he talks.
“Don’t you think you have been drinking enough already?” Akito asks, eyebrows furrowed in what seems to be worry. He sounds like he is upset, or angry, or both, and Junta doesn’t get it at all. It gets so complicated all of a sudden that his head feels dizzy.
“I need something to eat, I think,” he mumbles. “Or rather, I don’t need anything. It’s so hot…”
Akito takes Junta’s hat from his head, waving some air towards him. Suddenly Junta feels a little shaky and Akito catches his arm. “Balcony,” he orders. When they get up, his feet feel surprisingly wobbly, hence he decides to let Akito take the lead and drag him outside. Once they reach the balcony, it’s like he sobers up almost instantly. It’s cold outside, although it’s already spring. But there were a few cold days recently, and it’s just slowly getting warmer again. It’s so chilly that Akito’s brown arms shiver, little goosebumps appearing on them.
Junta chuckles, rubbing his hands over Akito’s cold arms. “You are freezing, you idiot. Did you really not bring any jacket along?”
“Why should I?” Akito pouts. “I came with you. And we’ll share a taxi back. So… from one warm room into another.”
“You apartment is probably freezing though,” Junta points out.
Akito grins widely. “That’s why I’m crashing at your apartment.”
He should probably follow the well-known ‘What-do-list in case of an unrequited love.’Point 1: never let your love get too close to you, especially not at night, alone in an apartment. You’ll just get hurt. “Fine,” Junta hears himself say, and the movie in his head makes him already imagine Akito’s warm brown arms wrapped around him.
He shoves the idea aside immediately. “I need something to eat,” he says casually and flees back inside. Away from Akito, away from his personal movie. He decides that his recent weird reactions are probably just a hormonal thing, or… he has eaten something wrong, has an allergy or something. The weird sting he feels when he sees Akito with other people sometimes or the butterflies in his stomach when he smiles can’t be normal. It has to be because of this weird movie in his head. Later on, when he sees Akito with Hama-chan though, he knows it’s not just in his head anymore, no movie, no script, no allergy. He is just jealous. And jealousy is pathetic. And petty. Especially when it’s targeted towards one of your bandmates and friends.
Later that evening they somewhat manage to stumble into a taxi. Akito giggles slightly when his head drops against Junta’s shoulder. He has drunk too much. Hypocrite. He had just reprimanded Junta shortly before, after all. But Junta can’t stay mad at him.
“You smell nice,” Akito mumbles when they arrive at Junta’s apartment.
Junta pays the taxi driver, grabs Akito’s arm and pulls him along, glad that Akito is so drunk that he doesn’t need to answer.
“Hey, Jun~” Akito wraps his arms around Junta’s waist and they stumble into his apartment. It’s a sudden attack and Junta can’t keep them upright, both of them dropping on the floor. Akito chuckles and nuzzles his nose into Junta’s hair. “Don’t flirt with Kami-chan, okay?”
What.the.hell.does.he.mean!?
Junta decides they are both too drunk to take anything that happened or happens seriously. It’s a good excuse to not push Akito’s arms away when he wraps them around Junta’s waist once they are in bed. Almost like in his movie.
~~~
Junta has tried to give his movie several titles already. Junta and the seven knights was one of them. But knights are shiny and heroic, and there is nothing shiny about how Shige pulls a pair of pants over his head and Hama-chan tries to walk on his hands while he is naked, and nothing heroic about how Kamiyama throws a cup after Ryusei, and Non-chan fails at trying to not get upset over something one of the others said.
In love with a gorilla was also an option. At least it fits the way Akito stomps through his apartment sometimes, only wearing huge white grandfather underwear, because they are the most comfortable, and when he hasn’t shaved at all. But it doesn’t quite pinpoint the feeling he has when he sees Akito.
Akito and Junta. But it sounds like a weird boys love manga in which one of them is a virgin and madly in love with the other. Shy and insecure. Wrong.
For now, his movie doesn’t have a name. No-name movie, and low-budget. They’d need crappy special effects and antics to attract an audience, like… Kotaki and Ryusei making out backstage, when they think nobody's watching. But Junta is, accidentally. Ugh, now he needs a therapist.
Right then, his movie suddenly decides to make up a plot twist, because his therapist turns out to be Akito himself, when he knocks at Junta’s door the same evening with a few cans with bear and fat, crispy take-away noodles from the shady Chinese restaurant around the corner Junta feels weirdly attracted to, but never dares to set a foot into.
“I just need something to forget what I saw,” Akito exclaims when he waltzes into Junta’s apartment completely unannounced.
“What did you see?” Junta closes the door and picks up Akito’s jacket which he just threw in a corner.
Akito grins, purses his lips and makes snogging sounds. “Non-chan and Ryusei-kun. I need to get that image out of my head.”
“You saw them kissing too?” Junta asks in surprise. He thought he was alone backstage.
“I wished it was only that,” Akito whines. “When I followed you backstage and saw you suddenly turning away, I got curious. Never want to see one of my bandmates giving someone else a blow-job ever again.”
Junta laughs, feeling weirdly content that he has a companion in misfortune. Somehow it’s like they are allies now. “Are you kidding?”
“Not at all.” Akito drops on the sofa and smiles teasingly. “If Non-chan would at least have your pretty lips…”
Junta almost drops the noodle box he picked up. “What?”
“Your lips are almost like porn itself.”
Junta has put a chopstick full of noodles into his mouth, but he can’t bring himself to swallow them. He has to look the stupidest ever, and at one point Akito chuckles. So it was just a joke?
“Too much information at once?” Akito wants to know. And then- “Let’s watch a movie.”
What? Junta swallows the extra-fat, tomato-sweet-chili-noodles and coughs a bit. A sip from his beer helps. He doesn’t get it, and goes for the obvious. “Action? Or rather horror?”
“Horror,” Akito decides. “Still need to get that picture of Non-chan on his knees out of my head.”
“Ugh,” Junta grins.
Akito stays overnight, naturally. He says it’s too dark and late already, and he can just crash at Junta’s place anyway, it would be easier. Also his bed is always warm, and his floor doesn’t scrunch at night. Horror movies make him jumpy. Knowing that Akito watched all parts of Paranormal Activity in one sitting and went on a camping trip just the night afterwards, makes it sound a bit off, though. But, well, different types of horror awaken different fears?
~~~
Akito is so sweet towards him for the next two weeks that Junta’s movie suddenly starts turning into a mushy romantic teen-movie, in which the virgin heroine – in this case the hero, who is not a virgin at all – suddenly gets charmed by his prince in white armour. Well, Akito is all kind of things but not a prince, and he is never wearing anything like shiny armour. Or even a white shirt. Still, the image fits Junta’s feelings best.
It feels like he is walking on clouds, on cotton candy, constantly, every day. The ground beneath him is so soft that he bounces when he walks and sometimes he does little jumps to get over pillows of sugar that are too high.
“That is an interesting dance step,” Ryusei interrupts him all of a sudden.
Junta blinks. “What do you mean?”
“That little jump of yours.” He hands him a folder. “Let’s grab something to eat and then go through the costumes we want to wear for the next concert?”
Ah, Junta remembers. He wanted to work on them but the others thought that his eccentric styling might not particularly suit all of them, hence Ryusei joined his team. “Sure.”
“And then you can tell me what makes you so happy that your eyes are gleaming constantly like you are in a Disney movie.”
Junta chuckles. If Ryusei knew how close to the truth – or rather the imagined reality – he actually is, he would never stop laughing. It is silly of course, Junta has to admit that much. “Ah, it’s nothing.”
“Really?” Ryusei sneers. “Nothing? Yet you look like you are staring in a cheesy romance comedy?”
Junta smirks. “I’ll tell you,” he promises. “But only when you tell me how on earth you ended up making out – and more – with Non-chan backstage.” Ryusei’s eyes widen for a moment and Junta smacks him with the folder playfully. It’s rare for someone to wins against Ryusei. He should cherish this moment.
Ryusei lets out a sigh first, before he chuckles. “Fine, you won. I know what you are up to anyway.”
“And I know what you are up to,” Junta shoots back before they enter the cafeteria. Coffee to go, chocolate and strawberry cake, and a hamburger. He is having a calorie-overdose but he forgot to eat yesterday because he had been daydreaming of Akito the whole day, so he can have a little more.
They decide not to stay at the agency and instead head to Junta’s apartment. Ryusei pokes the glass of his terrarium carefully. “Your lizard freaks me out.”
“Don’t say that.” Junta chews on his hamburger. “Lemon is very sensitive.”
“How does Akito actually handle all your animals?” Ryusei wants to know when one of Junta’s dogs jumps on his lap. “Doesn’t he have problems with asthma?”
Junta frowns slightly. “He has never complained,” he points out. “Good that you mention it. I should definitely ban the dogs from the bedroom.”
Ryusei spits out his coffee again. “Bedroom?”
“Yeah, Akito crashes at my place pretty often.” Junta takes a sip from his coke.
“And he doesn’t sleep on the sofa?”
“No, he likes it warm.”
Ryusei grins brightly. “Wow, I might be able to learn something from him. He is a pro.”
“He is not,” Junta defends him. Akita doesn’t use any tricks for anything, he is sure about that. “He is natural.”
“Hm.” Ryusei stirs in his coffee. “That might be true too. Still…”
“Still what?”
Ryusei points at the folder. “Nothing. Let’s go through our costume choices.”
~~~
Ryusei takes his leave at 10PM, saying he wants to meet Non-chan, surprisingly honest and open about it. But then again, it’s Ryusei, and he has that calm approach. He probably figured he doesn’t need to hide it anymore, since Junta has already found out about it anyway.
For Junta it means he is all alone, without dinner. Sucks. He feels like he can eat all day sometimes, like he is a girl. But he should really watch out so he doesn’t gain weight. He is on the rather slender side, but it’s not like he is like Ryusei or Hama-chan who can eat whatever they want. He needs to be somewhat careful. Not as careful as Akito though… but then again, Junta really likes it that Akito is not super-skinny. He likes Akito the way he is. Manly.
He pets his dogs’ heads. “Let’s get us something to eat~”
Just strolling through the streets with his dogs is already nice, but the smell of curry is stronger than his dogs’ wishes to sniffle at every little stone. He is approaching Akito’s favourite restaurant before he even realizes he does. Might as well get something from there, can’t he?
He almost misses it, actually. But while he waits at the counter, he hears the one voice he could decipher out of all other voices. He knows it’s a mistake, he knows he will regret it, because there’s this one turning point in every movie, but he can’t stop himself. Just like any romance-movie heroine wouldn’t be able to. He shifts his body, peaking into the single room that’s separated from the other. It’s Akito with a guy, one of his friends. Junta remotely remembers that Akito once introduced them to each other.
His head screams that it’s just his jealousy, and jealousy is pathetic and petty, and he is almost ready to be convinced, then however that guy bends forward and presses his fucking lips against Akito’s. Oh my god.
It’s like all blood suddenly leaves his face, the room is spinning around him. Then he gets called back by the waitress handing him his takeaway food, and Jodie, his dog, is barking all of a sudden. Akito looks up too, turning his head, and for a moment he looks at Junta directly. Surprise is written all over his face.
Akito’s lips are about to form a word. But before his ‘Wait’ is even out properly, Junta hands the waitress the money – way too much – takes the dogs and runs. He is fast, even with two dogs. He is fast.
God, I’m so stupid. I’m so fucking stupid.
~~~
Junta stuffs all the food into his mouth in like five minutes while trying not to cry the whole time. Of course Akito, handsome and manly and casual as he is, has someone at his side. He and Akito are just buddies, friends. He was the stupid one for acting like a freaking love-struck teenager. He is an adult, a mature person, this kind of attitude and feelings… he can’t allow himself to have them. Stupid, stupid. Stupid!
“All mature,” he mumbles and feeds Lemon. Animals are the best distraction ever. “All mature.” He can’t allow himself to be heart-broken and throw a tantrum. He just can’t.
When he comes to their rehearsal the next day, Akito is already there. Way too early considering that this is Akito. “Hey.” He turns to face Junta. “Jun…”
Junta smiles slightly. “Morning.” There is no freaking way he will go through the embarrassment of having a weird feeling-talk with Akito. He is like one hundred percent certain that by now Akito has read his weird behaviour and him running away yesterday correctly. “Ah,” he pretends to have just noticed Ryusei. “Ryusei-kun, did you bring the folder along? I forgot mine at home.”
Ryusei grins, gladly taking the bait. “You are such an air-head sometimes.”
He is not, not really, but he doesn’t mind right now. So he just laughs it off. Ryusei seems to see more than he should though, because he frowns slightly. He doesn’t say anything, thankfully, but later that day, when Junta has successfully avoided any private talk with Akito, he pulls him to the side when nobody's watching.
“Did you fight?” he whispers.
Junta blinks. “Who?”
“You and Akito-kun?” Ryusei wants to know, eyeing the corridor to check if they are alone.
“Of course not.” He could never fight with Akito. Stupid question.
“Then what? I thought you liked him?”
Oh man, Ryusei being nosy right now is the last thing he needs, but seeing as he already knows everything, he can as well be honest. “He already has someone,” he whispers back. “Please don’t make a huge deal out of it.”
“Huh? Akito has a lover?” Ryusei looks somewhat close to a person that’s been told that he has won in lottery… only in a negative way. So more like: He lost in lottery? Junta just remotely wonders when exactly Ryusei turned into his partner of crime in this pathetic, no-name, low-budget movie of his.
He feels how his eyes start filling up with tears. Awesome. “Why couldn’t you just leave it alone,” he breaths out, letting go of his ever-so-happy guard. “Damn it, Fujii, you should know better.”
Ryusei looks a bit helpless, like always when it’s about feelings and he gets confronted by them. Good thing that Non-chan knows exactly how to get his point through, they are probably going to work well as a couple. He wraps his arms around Junta clumsily, and Junta actually appreciates the gesture. A bit. He just wishes it was someone else.
He is almost relieved when Kotaki’s finger pokes his cheek. “Hey, Junjun, don’t flirt with my guy,” he jokes, before his eyes widen slightly. “Wait a moment, are you seriously crying?” He turns at Ryusei with a frown on his face. “Did you make him cry!?”
Ryusei frowns. “I can’t believe you,” he grumbles.
The last thing Junta needs is being responsible for yet another relationship drama, so he raises his hands immediately. “It’s not like that. I just had something in my eye, right Ryusei?”
Ryusei rolls his eyes. “Yeah, something in the size of a gorilla.”
“Eh?” Kotaki blinks, but Junta has no time to worry about the two of them, because out of the corner of his eyes he can see how Akito is leaning against the wall, close to them. When the hell did he come? What did he see? And what did he hear?
Junta reacts fast. “I need to go,” he says while slipping out of Ryusei’s grip. “Forgot something. Just start without me, okay?”
~~~
Romance dorama 101, you should never try to run away. Literally. Because the stupid co-hero from any cheesy drama will follow you.
Junta targets the staircase. 40 in total, they are on floor 33, which means seven floors to go to reach the top floor, then down the corridor to the elevator, and down again. He is fast, he should be able to leave Akito behind. Besides, Akito is easily out of breath, he will need to stop midway. This is what Junta thinks, because he has obviously forgotten to check the stupid script of his petty drama.
He is at floor 6 when he can hear how Akito’s panting gets heavier, his breath rattling like he is hyperventilating.
“DAMN IT, YOU IDIOT!” Junta yells, and turns around on his heels, just to see how Akito is clasping to the balustrade. “Stop running that fast!”
“S-“ Akito pants. “Stop… run…runn… ing… a’… way…”
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!” Junta blurts out, the script all in capital letters and with more than one exclamation mark, actually. “You are not supposed to run that fast, without warming up. You are overdoing it.”
He hurries the few steps downstairs, grabs Akito’s arms and helps him up to the last floor. They drop drown on the ground once they have reached the last step, and Junta takes Akito’s head in his lap. He searches the boys pockets immediately.
“Back pocket,” Akito breaths out.
Junta sighs in relief when he finds the asthma spray and helps Akito to use it. It takes a while for Akito’s breath to go normal again and for his face to lose it’s red colour. He takes a careful breath, not too deep. “Allergy season too,” he admits quietly. “That and running without warming up is a bad combination.”
“How can you actually dance?” Junta wants to know.
“Dancing is different. I’m used to it and I know how to use my strength. It doesn’t exhaust me the same way running does. But running is an unknown sport for me. I should probably work out more.”
Junta doesn’t say anything, just lets Akito half-asleep on his lap. “The others are probably waiting for us.”
Akito smiles and turns his head, nuzzling his nose into Junta’s shirt. “So let them.”
“Hm.”
“Hey,” Akito says after a while. “The dude in the restaurant is just a friend. He kissed me out of the blue. It was meant as a joke because I ate his last sushi and he wanted to get it back. Nothing more, I swear.”
“You don’t need to explain yourself,” Junta points out and means it. “I’m your friend, no matter what. You don’t need to say things to make me feel better.”
Akito laughs. “Maybe I want to make myself feel better,” he suggests.
“And how did you want to achieve that?”
“I want to hear you say that Ryusei hugging you didn’t mean anything.”
Wow, that was actually brutally direct. So direct that Junta has to stare at Akito for a while. “Ryusei-kun? Of course it didn’t mean anything. Did you already forget the blow-job encounter?”
“Thought he might offer you a hot threesome with him and Non-chan,” Akito admits.
The movie should be titled In love with a man with a tiny brain. “One more word and I’m going to kick you down the stairs again.”
“Ah, I like it when you try to threaten me,” Akito chuckles. “You never sound serious. You are too nice. And to make it clear-“ He looks up, deadly serious. “I told you, your lips are true porn-material. Perfect. I don’t want to kiss any other lips.”
Cross out the porn-reference and the way Akito grunts at his own words, and it could almost sound romantic. “This movie needs a better name,” Junta sighs.
“Which movie?” Akito wants to know.
“Nothing.” Junta brushes with his hands through Akito’s sweaty hair. “Sleeping at my place today?”
“Of course, there is nowhere better.” Akito twinkles. “And you didn’t answer to my confession.”
“Confession?” Junta grins. “You call that a confession?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Akito snickers. “You need a confession befitting to your movie, right? Just send me the script and I’ll do it that way. Or~”
“Or?” Junta wants to know, not able to hold back a laugh.
Akito sits up all of a sudden, grabs Junta’s neck and pulls him into a kiss. So sudden that Junta has to gasp, but he goes along with it anyway. It’s Akito in his shiny armour – or rather in his khaki trousers, washed out blue shirt and kappa-motto-jacket – after all. Akito moves back with a grin. “Or I’ll do things to you tonight Ryusei-kun and Non-chan will get jealous of.”
Junta chuckles. “Your way of confessing doesn’t sound too bad.” He pulls Akito back up on his feed so he can walk back to their rehearsals with him.
Akito smirks. “By the way, I knew it would be awesome to kiss those full lips of yours.”
Junta wants to smack and hug him at the same time.
Seriously, this movie of his needs a better name… or maybe it’s perfect the way it is. After all, he changes the title daily. Tonight it’s probably going to turn into a porn movie. And tomorrow? Maybe back to a romantic love story.
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Date: 2016-06-13 05:05 pm (UTC)Akito is so sweet, because he is so random and just cool.
I love the idea with Junta's movie names *lol* The man with the tiny brain??? :D:D:D:D Just too great.
Oh, Junta....when someone says, he sleeps in your bed, because it's so warm...then that means that he wants you *lol*
I am glad that they made it in the end <3 I didn't know that Akito has asthma?
Thanks for sharing this one shot, I am really liked it <3
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Date: 2016-06-18 07:01 am (UTC)Somehow it's fun to write these two. And Akito kinda got my attention even more after the last concert :D
I'm happy you liked the silly thing with the movie names :D
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Date: 2016-06-14 04:37 am (UTC)i dont usually write comments so i dk how this is gonna work out, but i HAD to make you now, this awsome!!! suuuper good, i love the way you write, i normally read just the part that i like but now i reag the WHOLE thing i didnt skipt one single letter, very good, even if this isnt my fav ships, but im willing to read anything with jw members on it, love how you capture they personalities, keep going, im hoping to hear more about you soon
besos!!!
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Date: 2016-06-18 07:03 am (UTC)I hope you know how much it means to me <3 I'm relatively new to JWEST fandom, so I'm always a bit unsure when I post a fic :D And now I'm really relieved and happy that it apparently worked out well ♥
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Date: 2016-06-18 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-26 07:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-19 09:29 am (UTC)It's so sweet and even fun!!!! It became one of my favorite fanfic!
(And thank for Ryusei/Kotaki moments)
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Date: 2016-11-25 09:10 pm (UTC)It means so much to me to hear that you liked it! (I'm relatively new to this fandom, so I'm always a little scared to get the dynamics wrong ^^)