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dictionarysaysThe Month Kimura Nearly Threw His Phone into Tokyo Bay
Tsuyoshi/Kimura | PG-13 | Part 6
“Tsuyopon! Enough with the apologies already—“
“Shingo’s right. I mean, it’s not like you ran over a police officer or anything.” Kimura doesn’t know how he manages to say this and smirk. But he likes that Goro has the ability to blush out of shame as Nakai thumps the side of Kimura’s arm hard. Shingo’s squeezing the life out of Tsuyoshi, but there’s no room for complaint and the way Nakai’s rubbing at his eyes and the look on Goro’s face—Shingo may be squeezing out his life, but SMAP was pouring all their love in.
“You’re the first one he’s seen, you can stop strangling him now.” Shingo looks as if he’s going to ignore Nakai (again) but Tsuyoshi’s head finally appears and his hair is all mussed and his eyes all red.
“It’s okay. I’m all right.” Shingo cackles in victory and manages to pump a fist in the air while spinning Tsuyoshi around with his other arm. Nakai gets up with a huff and slinks over to the two; hitting the back of Shingo’s head and tugging Tsuyopon out of his possessive grip. Kimura sees right through Nakai though and knows he wants in on the love and somehow through it all he doesn’t notice a sheepish Goro come up from behind and rest his forehead against Tsuyoshi’s ear. He doesn’t say a word but Tsuyopon’s mumbled ‘thank you’ says it all, as does Nakai trying to inconspicuously clear his throat as he plays with the bottom of Tsuyoshi’s shirt.
As Kimura tries to gather up the courage to go over and tousle Tsuyopon’s hair, touch his neck, something—it’s in this very moment when Nakai is holding Tsuyoshi, Shingo is nestling him from behind and Goro’s murmuring the story about his visit and eel that proves just how married the two are; that Kimura realizes just how much of his life actually is SMAP (even with two beautiful girls, a wife, and a string of successes and failures) and he wouldn’t change a single thing for the world.
He waits it out and finally Nakai is asked to do a read-through, Goro’s stylist wants to try something new (Goro balks but with enough of Shingo’s prods and Tsuyoshi’s little smiles, he concedes and leaves too), and Shingo’s tethered to Tsuyopon’s side.
Kimura gets up and is surprised he makes it over to Tsuyoshi’s side because his tea-brown eyes are on him the whole time and he wishes he’d stop looking so scared.
“Tsuyoshi.” Kimura's voice comes out lower, softer than he thought it would; but he couldn’t be anything else because his neck is tingling and the spot right behind his ear is probably red (he’s glad for his Mr. Brain hair). He knows he has to do something soon because if he doesn’t, what would Tsuyopon think? The unanswered phone calls were enough; tough love could only go so far—even if everything about this was tough and completely consistent with love.
Kimura decides to stop thinking, just for once and reaches over, messing up Tsuyoshi’s short hair, it’s a little coarse but the tender upturn of Tsuyoshi’s lips and the peep of white teeth as Kimura grins so big his face might as well break—it’s totally worth it, all of this, even the knowing smirk drawn across Shingo’s face as he lets out a ‘whoo!’ and dances between them.
“You're good.” Kimura wants to be able to say more (and touch Tsuyoshi more), say everything else he had been thinking about at night for three weeks and during the day when he was forced to laugh like an idiot on camera for a shoot, but if he lets the words bubble up past his lips, there’d be no turning back. He doesn’t need validation (he just wants Tsuyoshi to know).
So he chucks Tsuyoshi’s sharp chin fondly, letting his knuckles graze the soft skin and stores the feeling (his stomach suddenly bloomed into caterpillars that were changing into butterflies) for another day.
Kimura spares a glance in Shingo’s direction, he’s completely turned away, and the way Tsuyoshi’s nose crinkles and how his smile never falls lets Kimura know that maybe, just maybe, this could be all right. He leans in and touches Tsuyoshi’s mouth with his own for as long as he possibly can before he pulls back, ears burning, mouth tingling; Tsuyoshi’s cheeks so pink that Kimura knew if Shingo wasn’t looking between them (really lost) and if he wasn’t married with two kids and if for a couple of minutes none of this would exist—he’d kiss him again, he’d kiss him so he’d never have to say sorry again because Kimura's bad at it, but mostly, he’d kiss him again because he loves him for more than SMAP, he loves him for him and not being there for Tsuyopon was the hardest thing he had ever done.
Kimura purses his lips, embarrassed, and tries to distract himself with the lock of black that's hanging from Tsuyoshi’s brow. Tsuyoshi, on the other hand, attempts to wriggle away from Shingo’s questioning stare (Shingo’s big hands are wrapped around Tsuyoshi’s arm, ‘you are blushing—why?’) but Kimura catches the smile-laugh that ghosts across his thin lips and he has no regrets (the next day, before the live they've barely rehearsed for, Kimura corners Tsuyoshi outside the noisy dressing room and captures him in a tight hug, the kinda hug where he hides his face into the shivering slope of Tsuyopon's neck and murmur-breathes three little words that stay strung between them—even when they perform an hour later and Kimura brushes the side of Tsuyoshi-kun's neck with the back of his hand knowing he's really touching every single thing they've done).
Kimura knows there's going to be times when there's too much cloud and not enough sun; but when Tsuyoshi’s knocking his knees against his own like that and Shingo’s asking ‘what did I just miss?!’; all he can do is breathe, smack Shingo’s head and thank his lucky stars because he knows Goro will be back in a few and Nakai's just around the corner.
Holy mackerel! This was a work-in-progress for far too long. I had no idea it would end up as epic as it did (I had watched Tsuyoshi's Return SxS special for the bajillionth time and was struck with inspiration—I know, say what?! ANOTHER Tsu/Kim-one. But for the record, I was well into this badboy before The Highest High wriggled its way in, hahah). Um, overall? I like this (mostly for the bits and pieces that come together to make something I'm not completely embarrased to share). It's a bit angsty at parts and I wasn't sure if Kim' would be as mellowdramatik as I think I made him here and there—but the good thing about fanfics are exactly this: Liberties can and WILL be taken 8DD I have another epically-long one-shot waiting to be finished (I started it around the same time as this one and again, it's angst, like, wtf, I love rom-com, I don't know why I write angst). /deflates I kinda' hope people like this, I mean, is it at least reasonably realistic? Even a little would do me fine at this point (in terms of characterization, I get the feeling I may have taken a lot of liberties—that, and I clearly have a Shingo-chan bias HA). This badboy clocked in at 7,172 words, I mean, jeebus, I doubt I'll be doing this once school starts (although I am kinda' three chaps into a SMAP multi-chapter thing because they're so inspiring and I love them and I want to make them use outhouses P:). So, before this note ends up as long as the fic', yeah, just a little backstory to the story? Hahah, I don't know, do with this as you will.
/GOES OFF TO HAVE SOME SORT OF LIFE NOW... NOT
Tsuyoshi/Kimura | PG-13 | Part 6
“Tsuyopon! Enough with the apologies already—“
“Shingo’s right. I mean, it’s not like you ran over a police officer or anything.” Kimura doesn’t know how he manages to say this and smirk. But he likes that Goro has the ability to blush out of shame as Nakai thumps the side of Kimura’s arm hard. Shingo’s squeezing the life out of Tsuyoshi, but there’s no room for complaint and the way Nakai’s rubbing at his eyes and the look on Goro’s face—Shingo may be squeezing out his life, but SMAP was pouring all their love in.
“You’re the first one he’s seen, you can stop strangling him now.” Shingo looks as if he’s going to ignore Nakai (again) but Tsuyoshi’s head finally appears and his hair is all mussed and his eyes all red.
“It’s okay. I’m all right.” Shingo cackles in victory and manages to pump a fist in the air while spinning Tsuyoshi around with his other arm. Nakai gets up with a huff and slinks over to the two; hitting the back of Shingo’s head and tugging Tsuyopon out of his possessive grip. Kimura sees right through Nakai though and knows he wants in on the love and somehow through it all he doesn’t notice a sheepish Goro come up from behind and rest his forehead against Tsuyoshi’s ear. He doesn’t say a word but Tsuyopon’s mumbled ‘thank you’ says it all, as does Nakai trying to inconspicuously clear his throat as he plays with the bottom of Tsuyoshi’s shirt.
As Kimura tries to gather up the courage to go over and tousle Tsuyopon’s hair, touch his neck, something—it’s in this very moment when Nakai is holding Tsuyoshi, Shingo is nestling him from behind and Goro’s murmuring the story about his visit and eel that proves just how married the two are; that Kimura realizes just how much of his life actually is SMAP (even with two beautiful girls, a wife, and a string of successes and failures) and he wouldn’t change a single thing for the world.
He waits it out and finally Nakai is asked to do a read-through, Goro’s stylist wants to try something new (Goro balks but with enough of Shingo’s prods and Tsuyoshi’s little smiles, he concedes and leaves too), and Shingo’s tethered to Tsuyopon’s side.
Kimura gets up and is surprised he makes it over to Tsuyoshi’s side because his tea-brown eyes are on him the whole time and he wishes he’d stop looking so scared.
“Tsuyoshi.” Kimura's voice comes out lower, softer than he thought it would; but he couldn’t be anything else because his neck is tingling and the spot right behind his ear is probably red (he’s glad for his Mr. Brain hair). He knows he has to do something soon because if he doesn’t, what would Tsuyopon think? The unanswered phone calls were enough; tough love could only go so far—even if everything about this was tough and completely consistent with love.
Kimura decides to stop thinking, just for once and reaches over, messing up Tsuyoshi’s short hair, it’s a little coarse but the tender upturn of Tsuyoshi’s lips and the peep of white teeth as Kimura grins so big his face might as well break—it’s totally worth it, all of this, even the knowing smirk drawn across Shingo’s face as he lets out a ‘whoo!’ and dances between them.
“You're good.” Kimura wants to be able to say more (and touch Tsuyoshi more), say everything else he had been thinking about at night for three weeks and during the day when he was forced to laugh like an idiot on camera for a shoot, but if he lets the words bubble up past his lips, there’d be no turning back. He doesn’t need validation (he just wants Tsuyoshi to know).
So he chucks Tsuyoshi’s sharp chin fondly, letting his knuckles graze the soft skin and stores the feeling (his stomach suddenly bloomed into caterpillars that were changing into butterflies) for another day.
Kimura spares a glance in Shingo’s direction, he’s completely turned away, and the way Tsuyoshi’s nose crinkles and how his smile never falls lets Kimura know that maybe, just maybe, this could be all right. He leans in and touches Tsuyoshi’s mouth with his own for as long as he possibly can before he pulls back, ears burning, mouth tingling; Tsuyoshi’s cheeks so pink that Kimura knew if Shingo wasn’t looking between them (really lost) and if he wasn’t married with two kids and if for a couple of minutes none of this would exist—he’d kiss him again, he’d kiss him so he’d never have to say sorry again because Kimura's bad at it, but mostly, he’d kiss him again because he loves him for more than SMAP, he loves him for him and not being there for Tsuyopon was the hardest thing he had ever done.
Kimura purses his lips, embarrassed, and tries to distract himself with the lock of black that's hanging from Tsuyoshi’s brow. Tsuyoshi, on the other hand, attempts to wriggle away from Shingo’s questioning stare (Shingo’s big hands are wrapped around Tsuyoshi’s arm, ‘you are blushing—why?’) but Kimura catches the smile-laugh that ghosts across his thin lips and he has no regrets (the next day, before the live they've barely rehearsed for, Kimura corners Tsuyoshi outside the noisy dressing room and captures him in a tight hug, the kinda hug where he hides his face into the shivering slope of Tsuyopon's neck and murmur-breathes three little words that stay strung between them—even when they perform an hour later and Kimura brushes the side of Tsuyoshi-kun's neck with the back of his hand knowing he's really touching every single thing they've done).
Kimura knows there's going to be times when there's too much cloud and not enough sun; but when Tsuyoshi’s knocking his knees against his own like that and Shingo’s asking ‘what did I just miss?!’; all he can do is breathe, smack Shingo’s head and thank his lucky stars because he knows Goro will be back in a few and Nakai's just around the corner.
Holy mackerel! This was a work-in-progress for far too long. I had no idea it would end up as epic as it did (I had watched Tsuyoshi's Return SxS special for the bajillionth time and was struck with inspiration—I know, say what?! ANOTHER Tsu/Kim-one. But for the record, I was well into this badboy before The Highest High wriggled its way in, hahah). Um, overall? I like this (mostly for the bits and pieces that come together to make something I'm not completely embarrased to share). It's a bit angsty at parts and I wasn't sure if Kim' would be as mellowdramatik as I think I made him here and there—but the good thing about fanfics are exactly this: Liberties can and WILL be taken 8DD I have another epically-long one-shot waiting to be finished (I started it around the same time as this one and again, it's angst, like, wtf, I love rom-com, I don't know why I write angst). /deflates I kinda' hope people like this, I mean, is it at least reasonably realistic? Even a little would do me fine at this point (in terms of characterization, I get the feeling I may have taken a lot of liberties—that, and I clearly have a Shingo-chan bias HA). This badboy clocked in at 7,172 words, I mean, jeebus, I doubt I'll be doing this once school starts (although I am kinda' three chaps into a SMAP multi-chapter thing because they're so inspiring and I love them and I want to make them use outhouses P:). So, before this note ends up as long as the fic', yeah, just a little backstory to the story? Hahah, I don't know, do with this as you will.
/GOES OFF TO HAVE SOME SORT OF LIFE NOW... NOT
