Kis-My-Wildlife
Kis-My-Wildlife
★Nikaido/Senga, Miyata/Tamamori, Kitayama/Yamashita, Yokoo/Fujigaya
★G
★Semi-AU. All thanks and love goes to unmeiboy for beta-ing and to llamacow for the basic storyline. Also, there are references to Iro's fic, Mr. Perfect. go and check it out :D
When you think you know your friends enough well, then they mention something...
“Alright, alright.” Yamapi nods as one of the staff members hands him the small camera and a paper with some instructions on it. “All I have to do is to walk around backstage, and record anything I find funny or interesting. Do I have to commentate as well?” he asks and someone says something about it but he’s already checking the camera, no longer minding what is going on around him.
Yamashita Tomohisa at first didn’t understand why he was needed there. Sure thing, he’s from Johnny’s, they’re from Johhny’s, and therefore they collaborate sometimes. But why now? He shakes his, his usual goofy smile on his face as he says goodbye to the staff and he heads out of the small office, towards the challenge that awaits him.
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“Hello everyone, we're backstage during Kis-My-Ft2's I SCREAM tour and I, Yamapi, am your host today. Today I got an interesting request from the staff, so let’s not waste any time, let the show begin!” he says to the camera then turns towards the closed door. “This is the Kis-My-Wildlife special, where you can see the boys in their natural habitat!” Yamapi is as happy as ever when he opens the door; the view turns into white for a short second before both his eyes and his camera adjust to the brightness.
The corridor, a few staff members aside, is empty and the entire place feels unusually quiet but Yamapi quickly remembers that it’s still early in the morning and the Kisumai members are probably in the middle of their free time after the first stage checking.
“Here we are, August 4th, 2016, the first day of Kisumai’s Tokyo concerts. It’s a little past 11 AM and according to the staff, Kisumai just finished their first rehearsal for today and are now chilling in their dressing rooms. Let’s find them!” he says cheerfully to the camera, walking towards said rooms; he occasionally greets the staff, stops to talk to them, and his natural cheerfulness affects them almost immediately. He smiles to himself - today going to be a fun day.
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“Here we are. This is one of the most mysterious places on Earth, a place that not many really know about. This place holds many secrets, secrets which everyone wants to know about but only a few get the chance to gain enough respect from these rare individuals, to let them explore their lives, their ways of living. They seem peaceful, carefree and happy, they seem like there’s nothing impossible for them - but the reality is very different. They struggle just like any of us, they worry and have fears but this time we’re not focusing on that. This time, we’re going to see these creatures’ real selves. Let us begin.”
Yamapi smiles to himself, whispering to the camera. He slowly peeks into one of the three dressing rooms; first there’s nothing in the camera’s sight but as he opens the door a little more, he sees Miyata sitting on the couch, turned towards the tables, and as he steps further in he discovers Tamamori sitting in front of a mirror, straightening his hair mindlessly, not minding Miyata’s never ending chatting about Love Live! nor his admiring glances.
“Here we can see the first pair of our group, in their natural habitat. On the couch, we can witness the strange behaviour of the Miyatacus Animefanaticus towards his mate. Look, how Miyata watches the unique Tamamoricus, who is currently immersed in looking as good as he can, to earn his chosen one’s love and care. This is a typical situation that happens every time two of these kinds are a feet away from fulfilling their destiny and-“ Yamapi continues as he steps fully inside the small room; Tamamori snaps immediately as he sees his beloved senpai’s reflection in the mirror, forgetting that the hair straightener is hot for a reason, then yelps and drops the machine, rubbing his head where the device got closer to his head than the adviced distance.
“Yamapi-senpai! I, uhm, I, eeh, it’s such a-“ Tamamori stutters and said senpai just smiles at him, making him blush even more.
“Tama-chan, Miyata-kun~” he greets them with a small wave, holding the camera still in his left hand. “How are you two today?” he continues casually, sitting down next to Miyata, who’s still staring at Tamamori. And Yamapi notices it. A good senpai notices everything, after all. “Isn’t he cute, Miyata-kun?”
Tamamori yelps again before Miyata even gets the chance to reply, and decides to throw the first thing that gets into his hands. Yamapi records it, as expected, followed by a giggle as the hairspray bottle meets Miyata’s head.
“W-why are you here? I- I mean you’re always welcome here-eh I mean-Miyata stop grinning like that, you’re gross!” Tamamori is confused, his face is getting redder as he stares at Yamashita without blinking. “C-can I help you, senpai? Do you want something to eat or-Miyata, stop!”
Yamapi just smiles as the two starts arguing, recording the entire hassle and excuses himself a bit later, saying he still has a lot to do. Tamamori nervously says goodbye and Miyata just waves in the background, pressing a cold bottle of water against his forehead. Tamamori tends to overreact a little.
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“This was just the beginning of our journey where we’re going to discover the secrets of Japan’s currently hottest boyband’s private lives.” Yamapi whispers to the camera as he proceeds closer to his second destination. He still hears Tamamori in the other room, explaining to Miyata how today is the best day that ever happened in his life, using the desperate-fanboy-tone that Yamapi didn’t think he would ever hear again after the Countdown concert a few years ago. He shakes his head gently and makes a mental note to have afternoon tea with him. Even though they don’t usually have afternoon tea.
“The first pair seemed to be surprised about the sudden realization that they’re in fact not alone, but at the end, they quickly returned to their usual behaviour and seemed to forget me, being there, just as fast as it's humanly possible. Those two are always acting like this to each other - we can see how Tamamori desperately seeks for the attention that only Miyata can give to him, and that Miyata is ready to give up anything and everything, just to please his chosen one.” Yamapi sounds like a professional and he’s very pleased about it. He soon reaches the next door; the name table next to it has Nikaido’s and Senga’s name on it and a -slightly poorly drawn, probably Fujigaya's work- blue monkey and a green bunny next to it. Yamapi stays silent, trying to eavesdrop, just to hear if anyone’s inside, but the room sounds unusually quiet.
He slowly opens the door and peeks inside; he sees nothing, it's indeed silent, which is somewhat weird - since Kitayama mentioned so many times how loud and annoying they can be - so he allows himself to go inside, camera ready in his hand as he walks further in, still surprised about the situation. He thinks they might be waiting for him, being silly and all, or at least just be like how they were years ago, the adorable kouhai of his, but nothing awaits him. He slowly looks around in the room, notices the pair of bags on one of the chairs, can easily tell which one belongs to who, sees a pair of jackets hanging on the backs of the chairs, bottles of water, snacks and their phones on the table in front of the mirror…
“They probably just went to get something decent to eat,” he thinks to himself; it doesn’t take long for Yamapi to approach the couch in the middle of the room. He thinks the entire room is empty, that nobody is there, but as he gets closer he notices a light brown, messy blob that he couldn’t see because of the backrest before. He walks towards the couch, only to find Nikaido and Senga, sleeping silently on top of each other; Senga resting his head on Nikaido’s chest, having his hands wrapped around Nikaido’s waist, and Nikaido has his left arm around Senga’s waist, his right hand is resting on his head, fingers in Senga’s fluffy, blond hair. They’re breathing slowly, softly and Senga shifts a little, cuddling closer to Nikaido as if someone tried to take him away; they look so peaceful and cute that Yamapi just stands there, filming and admiring them silently, and as he walks out from the room, he wishes that their happiness would remain like this, forever.
Yamapi turns around to take a last look at them, surprised to see Nikaido sitting, back against the armrest, giving him a questioning look while trying to adjust Senga into a more comfortable position. Nikaido smiles at him a second later and starts stroking Senga’s hair; Yamapi nods back and quietly walks out, closing the door behind himself carefully, and makes a mental note to visit the two youngest a bit later that day.
“It seems like the second, and most interesting pairing is now having one of those calm moments, when nothing interesting happens and when they don’t seem like they are about to change that state. Notice how -” he begins but he doesn’t get too far as he feels a hand on his shoulder. Yamapi lets out a scream - he just wants to be faithful to the concert’s title, after all -, and turns around to inform the intruder about manners and remind them of things their mother should have taught them but before he opens his mouth, he recognizes the smaller figure and his indignation fades just as quickly as it appeared. They grin at each other silently and head towards the next door, where they can hear Fujigaya’s muffled rambling about the current problems in his life and as they approach the door, they both hear and see him, talking to himself about how this rainy, humid weather destroys his pores and hair, and how it is going to cost him a fortune to look like he hasn't been crushed by a road roller.
Kitayama doesn’t wait for too long. He gestures for Yamapi to hold the camera, then walks inside just as if he was just casually taking a walk around and sits beside Gaya with an interested expression. Yamapi peeks inside, trying to not laugh loudly at Kitayama’s obviously fake look but he can’t hold a small giggle back, making the camera shake in his hand. He hears Kitayama’s question about some beauty product that Fujigaya uses, which leads Fujigaya straight into another never ending monologue, making Yamapi giggle even more as he peeks further inside, camera close to his face.
“And, here we can see the rarest kind of all. Fujicus Gayicus. The only one living on this planet,” he begins, whispering. “He likes to show himself off. Attention, to him, is like the water, he can’t live without it. He sparks and shines as the light reaches his body, he is Perfection, as though he just stepped out of a book.” Yamapi stops as he hears Fujigaya’s deep sigh, then a muffled mumble that sounds exactly like “next time I’m going to stuff a pillow in your mouth”, and he looks inside again, just to see Fujigaya trying to move the silently snoring Kitayama to the couch with a troubled look on the face. But he can’t enjoy the view for so long, as someone grabs his shoulder - again -, and he rises up quickly, only to hit his head on the door handle.
Yokoo, who is behind him, doesn’t look amused. Yamapi gives him an apologetic smile before they get interrupted by Fujigaya, who opens the door with a pout on his lips.
“I knew there was something goi-Ah, Watta! … Um, yes, I know I told you to please bring some lunch for me, too, but… This much? I can’t eat all this! I’ll get fat!” he whines but lets Yamashita and Yokoo in and they all sit down by the table; Fujigaya decides to share his lunch with Yamapi, who is really happy about it, and Yokoo - politely as ever - asks him about what is he doing there.
“… So, they called me here and told me to do this and that, to record some things I see, for the backstage documentary.” He finishes explaining. “I’ve been already at Tama-chan and Miyata-kun’s dressing room, and took a visit at Nika-chan and Senga-kun, too. They were so adorable! Even though it’s rare to see them being so calm and peaceful.”
“Nika and Kento? Peaceful? In which dimension?” Fujigaya replies almost immediately with a confused look on his face. Both Nikaido and Senga have matured a lot throughout the years, but it is really unusual to hear their names in the same sentence with words such as calm and quiet; even Yokoo can’t hide his gentle smile as Yamapi mentions the two youngest.
“Stop it, Gaya.” Yamapi almost scolds him. “Even though Nika-chan sometimes has the mental age of five, he’s one of the sweetest and adorable guys I’ve ever had the chance to meet. He’s really precious.”
Yokoo just quietly nods and is ready to open his mouth to agree with Yamashita but a muffled sound stops them. Soon after, Kitayama sits up, one hand rubbing his eye and the other covers his mouth as he’s yawning.
“Can’t you three just continue this somewhere else? Some people would like to rest,” he complains sleepily.
“Nobody called you to take a nap in our dressing room!” snaps Fujigaya immediately. “And keep your wife on a leash, I can’t believe that they allowed him to roam around freely!“ he adds and Taipi honestly does not like the grin that appears on Kitayama’s face.
“But I let him off right before I left home this morning,” he sing-songs. Yamapi blushes, Fujigaya chokes on his drink and Yokoo just gives him a disapproving look. Kitayama shrugs, and gets up from the couch, only to snap at Fujigaya, as he notes that Yamashita should just try to tie him up an entire night, even though that wouldn’t help him grow taller. Not like anything else did in the past 10 years. “Okay... Who wants to wake up our little lovebirds?”
Soon the whole group has gathered in front of Nikaido’s and Senga’s dressing room. Someone insists that Yamapi opens the door to go in but he almost feels guilty for making them wake up. He doesn’t have a lot time to feel bad, though, since Fujigaya gets bored of waiting and opens the door, only to find Nikaido and Senga, sitting on the couch, eating ice cream and chatting cheerfully. Yamapi sighs loudly as they walk inside, and stays behind, close to the door, ready to record whatever will happen between the seven members. They start chatting about random themes first and nobody notices when Fujigaya approaches Senga and sits on his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the universe. Senga blinks, seemingly surprised about the situation, but his face just gets redder as Fujigaya stirs, clearly remembering how Fujigaya told him a few days ago, that he’s going to pay for whatever he did with him, at Tamamori’s place. And, he’ll pay especially for what he didn’t do.
The words that follow makes Yamapi freeze for a second, but at the same time he can't say he's surprised.
“You know, Kento, you’re hot, it’s undeniable… But do you know what would make you even hotter? My dick in your mouth.”
---
“… In conclusion, Yamashita-san, we had to edit your recording multiple times. It contained many, too personal material, which I’m sure the fans would not mind to know about, but it goes against the rules we have. But aside that, well done, Yamashita-san. I sincerely hope that we can collaborate again sometime soon.”
Yamapi agrees, then, they say goodbye and as he steps out from the director’s office, he silently scolds himself for letting the kids go too far.
“Super close super fast, huh?”
★Nikaido/Senga, Miyata/Tamamori, Kitayama/Yamashita, Yokoo/Fujigaya
★G
★Semi-AU. All thanks and love goes to unmeiboy for beta-ing and to llamacow for the basic storyline. Also, there are references to Iro's fic, Mr. Perfect. go and check it out :D
When you think you know your friends enough well, then they mention something...
“Alright, alright.” Yamapi nods as one of the staff members hands him the small camera and a paper with some instructions on it. “All I have to do is to walk around backstage, and record anything I find funny or interesting. Do I have to commentate as well?” he asks and someone says something about it but he’s already checking the camera, no longer minding what is going on around him.
Yamashita Tomohisa at first didn’t understand why he was needed there. Sure thing, he’s from Johnny’s, they’re from Johhny’s, and therefore they collaborate sometimes. But why now? He shakes his, his usual goofy smile on his face as he says goodbye to the staff and he heads out of the small office, towards the challenge that awaits him.
---
“Hello everyone, we're backstage during Kis-My-Ft2's I SCREAM tour and I, Yamapi, am your host today. Today I got an interesting request from the staff, so let’s not waste any time, let the show begin!” he says to the camera then turns towards the closed door. “This is the Kis-My-Wildlife special, where you can see the boys in their natural habitat!” Yamapi is as happy as ever when he opens the door; the view turns into white for a short second before both his eyes and his camera adjust to the brightness.
The corridor, a few staff members aside, is empty and the entire place feels unusually quiet but Yamapi quickly remembers that it’s still early in the morning and the Kisumai members are probably in the middle of their free time after the first stage checking.
“Here we are, August 4th, 2016, the first day of Kisumai’s Tokyo concerts. It’s a little past 11 AM and according to the staff, Kisumai just finished their first rehearsal for today and are now chilling in their dressing rooms. Let’s find them!” he says cheerfully to the camera, walking towards said rooms; he occasionally greets the staff, stops to talk to them, and his natural cheerfulness affects them almost immediately. He smiles to himself - today going to be a fun day.
---
“Here we are. This is one of the most mysterious places on Earth, a place that not many really know about. This place holds many secrets, secrets which everyone wants to know about but only a few get the chance to gain enough respect from these rare individuals, to let them explore their lives, their ways of living. They seem peaceful, carefree and happy, they seem like there’s nothing impossible for them - but the reality is very different. They struggle just like any of us, they worry and have fears but this time we’re not focusing on that. This time, we’re going to see these creatures’ real selves. Let us begin.”
Yamapi smiles to himself, whispering to the camera. He slowly peeks into one of the three dressing rooms; first there’s nothing in the camera’s sight but as he opens the door a little more, he sees Miyata sitting on the couch, turned towards the tables, and as he steps further in he discovers Tamamori sitting in front of a mirror, straightening his hair mindlessly, not minding Miyata’s never ending chatting about Love Live! nor his admiring glances.
“Here we can see the first pair of our group, in their natural habitat. On the couch, we can witness the strange behaviour of the Miyatacus Animefanaticus towards his mate. Look, how Miyata watches the unique Tamamoricus, who is currently immersed in looking as good as he can, to earn his chosen one’s love and care. This is a typical situation that happens every time two of these kinds are a feet away from fulfilling their destiny and-“ Yamapi continues as he steps fully inside the small room; Tamamori snaps immediately as he sees his beloved senpai’s reflection in the mirror, forgetting that the hair straightener is hot for a reason, then yelps and drops the machine, rubbing his head where the device got closer to his head than the adviced distance.
“Yamapi-senpai! I, uhm, I, eeh, it’s such a-“ Tamamori stutters and said senpai just smiles at him, making him blush even more.
“Tama-chan, Miyata-kun~” he greets them with a small wave, holding the camera still in his left hand. “How are you two today?” he continues casually, sitting down next to Miyata, who’s still staring at Tamamori. And Yamapi notices it. A good senpai notices everything, after all. “Isn’t he cute, Miyata-kun?”
Tamamori yelps again before Miyata even gets the chance to reply, and decides to throw the first thing that gets into his hands. Yamapi records it, as expected, followed by a giggle as the hairspray bottle meets Miyata’s head.
“W-why are you here? I- I mean you’re always welcome here-eh I mean-Miyata stop grinning like that, you’re gross!” Tamamori is confused, his face is getting redder as he stares at Yamashita without blinking. “C-can I help you, senpai? Do you want something to eat or-Miyata, stop!”
Yamapi just smiles as the two starts arguing, recording the entire hassle and excuses himself a bit later, saying he still has a lot to do. Tamamori nervously says goodbye and Miyata just waves in the background, pressing a cold bottle of water against his forehead. Tamamori tends to overreact a little.
---
“This was just the beginning of our journey where we’re going to discover the secrets of Japan’s currently hottest boyband’s private lives.” Yamapi whispers to the camera as he proceeds closer to his second destination. He still hears Tamamori in the other room, explaining to Miyata how today is the best day that ever happened in his life, using the desperate-fanboy-tone that Yamapi didn’t think he would ever hear again after the Countdown concert a few years ago. He shakes his head gently and makes a mental note to have afternoon tea with him. Even though they don’t usually have afternoon tea.
“The first pair seemed to be surprised about the sudden realization that they’re in fact not alone, but at the end, they quickly returned to their usual behaviour and seemed to forget me, being there, just as fast as it's humanly possible. Those two are always acting like this to each other - we can see how Tamamori desperately seeks for the attention that only Miyata can give to him, and that Miyata is ready to give up anything and everything, just to please his chosen one.” Yamapi sounds like a professional and he’s very pleased about it. He soon reaches the next door; the name table next to it has Nikaido’s and Senga’s name on it and a -slightly poorly drawn, probably Fujigaya's work- blue monkey and a green bunny next to it. Yamapi stays silent, trying to eavesdrop, just to hear if anyone’s inside, but the room sounds unusually quiet.
He slowly opens the door and peeks inside; he sees nothing, it's indeed silent, which is somewhat weird - since Kitayama mentioned so many times how loud and annoying they can be - so he allows himself to go inside, camera ready in his hand as he walks further in, still surprised about the situation. He thinks they might be waiting for him, being silly and all, or at least just be like how they were years ago, the adorable kouhai of his, but nothing awaits him. He slowly looks around in the room, notices the pair of bags on one of the chairs, can easily tell which one belongs to who, sees a pair of jackets hanging on the backs of the chairs, bottles of water, snacks and their phones on the table in front of the mirror…
“They probably just went to get something decent to eat,” he thinks to himself; it doesn’t take long for Yamapi to approach the couch in the middle of the room. He thinks the entire room is empty, that nobody is there, but as he gets closer he notices a light brown, messy blob that he couldn’t see because of the backrest before. He walks towards the couch, only to find Nikaido and Senga, sleeping silently on top of each other; Senga resting his head on Nikaido’s chest, having his hands wrapped around Nikaido’s waist, and Nikaido has his left arm around Senga’s waist, his right hand is resting on his head, fingers in Senga’s fluffy, blond hair. They’re breathing slowly, softly and Senga shifts a little, cuddling closer to Nikaido as if someone tried to take him away; they look so peaceful and cute that Yamapi just stands there, filming and admiring them silently, and as he walks out from the room, he wishes that their happiness would remain like this, forever.
Yamapi turns around to take a last look at them, surprised to see Nikaido sitting, back against the armrest, giving him a questioning look while trying to adjust Senga into a more comfortable position. Nikaido smiles at him a second later and starts stroking Senga’s hair; Yamapi nods back and quietly walks out, closing the door behind himself carefully, and makes a mental note to visit the two youngest a bit later that day.
“It seems like the second, and most interesting pairing is now having one of those calm moments, when nothing interesting happens and when they don’t seem like they are about to change that state. Notice how -” he begins but he doesn’t get too far as he feels a hand on his shoulder. Yamapi lets out a scream - he just wants to be faithful to the concert’s title, after all -, and turns around to inform the intruder about manners and remind them of things their mother should have taught them but before he opens his mouth, he recognizes the smaller figure and his indignation fades just as quickly as it appeared. They grin at each other silently and head towards the next door, where they can hear Fujigaya’s muffled rambling about the current problems in his life and as they approach the door, they both hear and see him, talking to himself about how this rainy, humid weather destroys his pores and hair, and how it is going to cost him a fortune to look like he hasn't been crushed by a road roller.
Kitayama doesn’t wait for too long. He gestures for Yamapi to hold the camera, then walks inside just as if he was just casually taking a walk around and sits beside Gaya with an interested expression. Yamapi peeks inside, trying to not laugh loudly at Kitayama’s obviously fake look but he can’t hold a small giggle back, making the camera shake in his hand. He hears Kitayama’s question about some beauty product that Fujigaya uses, which leads Fujigaya straight into another never ending monologue, making Yamapi giggle even more as he peeks further inside, camera close to his face.
“And, here we can see the rarest kind of all. Fujicus Gayicus. The only one living on this planet,” he begins, whispering. “He likes to show himself off. Attention, to him, is like the water, he can’t live without it. He sparks and shines as the light reaches his body, he is Perfection, as though he just stepped out of a book.” Yamapi stops as he hears Fujigaya’s deep sigh, then a muffled mumble that sounds exactly like “next time I’m going to stuff a pillow in your mouth”, and he looks inside again, just to see Fujigaya trying to move the silently snoring Kitayama to the couch with a troubled look on the face. But he can’t enjoy the view for so long, as someone grabs his shoulder - again -, and he rises up quickly, only to hit his head on the door handle.
Yokoo, who is behind him, doesn’t look amused. Yamapi gives him an apologetic smile before they get interrupted by Fujigaya, who opens the door with a pout on his lips.
“I knew there was something goi-Ah, Watta! … Um, yes, I know I told you to please bring some lunch for me, too, but… This much? I can’t eat all this! I’ll get fat!” he whines but lets Yamashita and Yokoo in and they all sit down by the table; Fujigaya decides to share his lunch with Yamapi, who is really happy about it, and Yokoo - politely as ever - asks him about what is he doing there.
“… So, they called me here and told me to do this and that, to record some things I see, for the backstage documentary.” He finishes explaining. “I’ve been already at Tama-chan and Miyata-kun’s dressing room, and took a visit at Nika-chan and Senga-kun, too. They were so adorable! Even though it’s rare to see them being so calm and peaceful.”
“Nika and Kento? Peaceful? In which dimension?” Fujigaya replies almost immediately with a confused look on his face. Both Nikaido and Senga have matured a lot throughout the years, but it is really unusual to hear their names in the same sentence with words such as calm and quiet; even Yokoo can’t hide his gentle smile as Yamapi mentions the two youngest.
“Stop it, Gaya.” Yamapi almost scolds him. “Even though Nika-chan sometimes has the mental age of five, he’s one of the sweetest and adorable guys I’ve ever had the chance to meet. He’s really precious.”
Yokoo just quietly nods and is ready to open his mouth to agree with Yamashita but a muffled sound stops them. Soon after, Kitayama sits up, one hand rubbing his eye and the other covers his mouth as he’s yawning.
“Can’t you three just continue this somewhere else? Some people would like to rest,” he complains sleepily.
“Nobody called you to take a nap in our dressing room!” snaps Fujigaya immediately. “And keep your wife on a leash, I can’t believe that they allowed him to roam around freely!“ he adds and Taipi honestly does not like the grin that appears on Kitayama’s face.
“But I let him off right before I left home this morning,” he sing-songs. Yamapi blushes, Fujigaya chokes on his drink and Yokoo just gives him a disapproving look. Kitayama shrugs, and gets up from the couch, only to snap at Fujigaya, as he notes that Yamashita should just try to tie him up an entire night, even though that wouldn’t help him grow taller. Not like anything else did in the past 10 years. “Okay... Who wants to wake up our little lovebirds?”
Soon the whole group has gathered in front of Nikaido’s and Senga’s dressing room. Someone insists that Yamapi opens the door to go in but he almost feels guilty for making them wake up. He doesn’t have a lot time to feel bad, though, since Fujigaya gets bored of waiting and opens the door, only to find Nikaido and Senga, sitting on the couch, eating ice cream and chatting cheerfully. Yamapi sighs loudly as they walk inside, and stays behind, close to the door, ready to record whatever will happen between the seven members. They start chatting about random themes first and nobody notices when Fujigaya approaches Senga and sits on his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the universe. Senga blinks, seemingly surprised about the situation, but his face just gets redder as Fujigaya stirs, clearly remembering how Fujigaya told him a few days ago, that he’s going to pay for whatever he did with him, at Tamamori’s place. And, he’ll pay especially for what he didn’t do.
The words that follow makes Yamapi freeze for a second, but at the same time he can't say he's surprised.
“You know, Kento, you’re hot, it’s undeniable… But do you know what would make you even hotter? My dick in your mouth.”
---
“… In conclusion, Yamashita-san, we had to edit your recording multiple times. It contained many, too personal material, which I’m sure the fans would not mind to know about, but it goes against the rules we have. But aside that, well done, Yamashita-san. I sincerely hope that we can collaborate again sometime soon.”
Yamapi agrees, then, they say goodbye and as he steps out from the director’s office, he silently scolds himself for letting the kids go too far.
“Super close super fast, huh?”