unmeiboy

Complete
Yokoo/Fujigaya (Kis-My-Ft2)
Romance, some fluff, 100 words x 5, G~PG

“Watta?” Fujigaya mumbles, heart racing as he tries to figure out what to say. You do this on TV all the time, he tells himself, but it's different when it's real, when there are feelings.
“Mm?”
Carefully, he scoots a little closer to Yokoo on the couch; he barely notices it, focus entirely on the cooking show they are watching. “I... I'm in love with you.”
There's an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close to Yokoo's side. “I know.” And Fujigaya's mind doesn't have time to react until he gets the gentlest kiss he has ever received.


The members are used to Fujigaya talking about how he loves Yokoo, how they love each other; it's just different now that they have admitted to each other that it's real, so different that it's obvious even before they official tell the group. It's as though Fujigaya has gotten a whole new source of energy, that keeps him energetic, smiling and happy even during drama filming, when he used to get tired and grumpy. Yokoo doesn't change as much, acts more like usual, but his smile has never been as bright as when Fujigaya arrives at work in the morning.


Fujigaya gets home late at night, opens his already unlocked door, feels the air conditioned heat against his face, hears the sound of the television, then the smell of food from his kitchen.
“I'm home,” he tries, expects to find Yokoo on the couch when he doesn't get any response; he walks into the living room, turns the TV off, places a kiss on Yokoo's cheek.
“Hi.” Yokoo wakes up from his slumber. “How was the filming? I made food. Make sure you eat.” Fujigaya can't help but kiss his dry lips next, hopes his emotions come through.


When Yokoo wakes up in the middle of the night he hears sad little sounds, a weak twitching next to him. Fujigaya is whimpering in his sleep. One touch to his naked back and he feels it damp with sweat, and he knows what's up.
“Taisuke,” he mumbles as he pulls him into an embrace, “Taisuke, wake up.” Fujigaya wakes and bursts into tears simultaneously; Yokoo turns him around, holds him tight until he stops crying. The nightmares come with the stress, but it feels good to know that he can help, that Fujigaya feels safe in his arms.


“Baby, have you had too much wine already?” Fujigaya smirks, whispering into Yokoo's hair. “You're staring.” They're at a dinner party hosted by a friend of theirs and Kitayama's, they've just finished the main dish, and Yokoo can't seem to take his eyes off Fujigaya.
“No, I'm okay. Just can't wait to get you home and naked.” Yokoo doesn't change his facial expression, but he knows what his words do to his boyfriend.
And yes, Fujigaya's hand finds Yokoo's thigh, squeezes it tightly as he hisses. “Stop that, or I might have to get naked in the bathroom.”