げんてん // Kis-My-Ft2
Reaction-fic as a 北山担; basically an excess of feelings that can safely be ignored. (I'm really only posting it publicly for a handful of people on TL ♥)
げんてん (Minus Points)
Kitayama/Fujigaya
G, 897 words
Everybody pretends not to notice when Kitayama throws himself into dance practice suddenly, arriving earlier and staying later and working much, much harder than he's done in years. A couple of them try to hedge around the subject a little, Miyata making tentative jokes about Kitayama sweating almost as much as he does, and Yokoo hinting to Kitayama that some things are better worked out as a group. But there's a shuttered look in Kitayama's eyes, and a defiant tilt to his chin, that's set firmly enough to prevent the others from really broaching the topic. Kitayama's temper, though quick, is usually open and direct-one flash and it's over-so nobody knows how to approach him when his anger burns slow and obstinate like it does now. And anyway, Kitayama has a streak of red-hot pride inside him, and like an injured animal, he hates having his wounds touched.
Fujigaya, who has the same kind of pride and understands Kitayama's feelings, is the only one who doesn't think much of it. That is, until he sees Kitayama's hands trembling again out of the corner of his eyes, with a sudden, sickening jerk of deja vu.
It's only a regular four-beat pause, nothing out of the ordinary, but Kitayama's arm shakes violently and it's obvious he's gritting his teeth in an effort to keep his arm up. It's something they've all experienced before as over-zealous juniors, the breaking down of their muscles from pushing themselves too hard, but they should all of them be beyond that now, let alone Kitayama whose schedule is too busy for him to allow himself to fall apart this way.
In a sudden flash of anger, Fujigaya breaks out of formation in the middle of one of his own verses and stalks over to Kitayama. He drags the older man out of the dance studio by his wrist, Korean drama style, regardless of all the other people in the room who are undoubtedly gaping at him. Kitayama doesn't resist. Fujigaya does his best to chalk it down to surprise, rather than weakness.
"Fujigaya..." Kitayama protests when Fujigaya slams the door to the empty break room he's dragged Kitayama into. "We were in the middle of practice, you can't just drag me off like that." A small smile crinkles the corner of his eyes as he adds, "No matter how desperately you want me."
Fujigaya makes a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. Still, he's relieved enough to see Kitayama's lopsided teasing smile that he allows himself to be baited, just for a moment. "The one time Ft2 had enough self-restraint to not make the joke, you had to go and do it? I hate every single one of you."
He feels more than hears Kitayama's laugh, and realizes with a start that they'd ended up with him practically pressing Kitayama against the door. "The couch," he says shortly, and pulls Kitayama over, still gripping Kitayama's wrists.
He's only ever admitting it to himself, but in that moment at least, Fujigaya doesn't want to let go of Kitayama. He's not quite holding Kitayama's hands, but close enough, and he can feel Kitayama's fingers fluttering against his own wrist. And then, while he's still trying to come up with a good excuse to keep holding on, Kitayama shifts to lean his forehead against Fujigaya's shoulder.
"Thanks, Fujigaya," murmurs Kitayama, jumping straight to the part that embarrasses Fujigaya the most, as usual. "I thought I could take it, but it was still pretty harsh after all, wasn't it?"
"But you can't kill yourself over it," Fujigaya says, a bit helplessly. This is why he hates talking to Kitayama one-on-one - Kitayama always disarms him by being more straightforward than he has any business being towards just a co-worker, so that everything Fujigaya had wanted to say, and all the anger he's built up, flies completely out of his head.
Kitayama laughs. "I'd rather die than lose to you though," he digs into Fujigaya's side with his elbow as he says this. "I have my pride too, you know."
"You're stupid," Fujigaya begins, and then doesn't know how to continue because he understands perfectly what Kitayama means underneath the words. He'd rather die than lose to Kitayama too. That's how the two of them have always worked, and Fujigaya absolutely attributes the fact that he's gotten so far in the industry to the competitiveness between Kitayama and himself. But competing against each other ties them together too, makes them a unit more strongly than they would be otherwise, and Fujigaya doesn't want Kitayama out of the race either.
"But I won't lose to you by dying," Kitayama reassures him, sending shivers down Fujigaya's neck with his uncanny ability to read his mind. He refuses to attribute it to the way Kitayama's warm breath brushes against the sensitive part of his neck. "So dramatic, Taipi," Kitayama chuckles, and Fujigaya totally doesn't feel his heart beat faster because this is the first time in about a year that Kitayama's called him by anything other than his family name.
"You're stupid," he says again, out of sheer inability to think of anything else to say. "Shut up, stop laughing!" Turning his head to hide his own smile, Fujigaya swats wildly at Kitayama, who is shaking with silent laughter beside him. He's happy, anyway, that it's laughter and not exhaustion this time.
げんてん (Minus Points)
Kitayama/Fujigaya
G, 897 words
Everybody pretends not to notice when Kitayama throws himself into dance practice suddenly, arriving earlier and staying later and working much, much harder than he's done in years. A couple of them try to hedge around the subject a little, Miyata making tentative jokes about Kitayama sweating almost as much as he does, and Yokoo hinting to Kitayama that some things are better worked out as a group. But there's a shuttered look in Kitayama's eyes, and a defiant tilt to his chin, that's set firmly enough to prevent the others from really broaching the topic. Kitayama's temper, though quick, is usually open and direct-one flash and it's over-so nobody knows how to approach him when his anger burns slow and obstinate like it does now. And anyway, Kitayama has a streak of red-hot pride inside him, and like an injured animal, he hates having his wounds touched.
Fujigaya, who has the same kind of pride and understands Kitayama's feelings, is the only one who doesn't think much of it. That is, until he sees Kitayama's hands trembling again out of the corner of his eyes, with a sudden, sickening jerk of deja vu.
It's only a regular four-beat pause, nothing out of the ordinary, but Kitayama's arm shakes violently and it's obvious he's gritting his teeth in an effort to keep his arm up. It's something they've all experienced before as over-zealous juniors, the breaking down of their muscles from pushing themselves too hard, but they should all of them be beyond that now, let alone Kitayama whose schedule is too busy for him to allow himself to fall apart this way.
In a sudden flash of anger, Fujigaya breaks out of formation in the middle of one of his own verses and stalks over to Kitayama. He drags the older man out of the dance studio by his wrist, Korean drama style, regardless of all the other people in the room who are undoubtedly gaping at him. Kitayama doesn't resist. Fujigaya does his best to chalk it down to surprise, rather than weakness.
"Fujigaya..." Kitayama protests when Fujigaya slams the door to the empty break room he's dragged Kitayama into. "We were in the middle of practice, you can't just drag me off like that." A small smile crinkles the corner of his eyes as he adds, "No matter how desperately you want me."
Fujigaya makes a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. Still, he's relieved enough to see Kitayama's lopsided teasing smile that he allows himself to be baited, just for a moment. "The one time Ft2 had enough self-restraint to not make the joke, you had to go and do it? I hate every single one of you."
He feels more than hears Kitayama's laugh, and realizes with a start that they'd ended up with him practically pressing Kitayama against the door. "The couch," he says shortly, and pulls Kitayama over, still gripping Kitayama's wrists.
He's only ever admitting it to himself, but in that moment at least, Fujigaya doesn't want to let go of Kitayama. He's not quite holding Kitayama's hands, but close enough, and he can feel Kitayama's fingers fluttering against his own wrist. And then, while he's still trying to come up with a good excuse to keep holding on, Kitayama shifts to lean his forehead against Fujigaya's shoulder.
"Thanks, Fujigaya," murmurs Kitayama, jumping straight to the part that embarrasses Fujigaya the most, as usual. "I thought I could take it, but it was still pretty harsh after all, wasn't it?"
"But you can't kill yourself over it," Fujigaya says, a bit helplessly. This is why he hates talking to Kitayama one-on-one - Kitayama always disarms him by being more straightforward than he has any business being towards just a co-worker, so that everything Fujigaya had wanted to say, and all the anger he's built up, flies completely out of his head.
Kitayama laughs. "I'd rather die than lose to you though," he digs into Fujigaya's side with his elbow as he says this. "I have my pride too, you know."
"You're stupid," Fujigaya begins, and then doesn't know how to continue because he understands perfectly what Kitayama means underneath the words. He'd rather die than lose to Kitayama too. That's how the two of them have always worked, and Fujigaya absolutely attributes the fact that he's gotten so far in the industry to the competitiveness between Kitayama and himself. But competing against each other ties them together too, makes them a unit more strongly than they would be otherwise, and Fujigaya doesn't want Kitayama out of the race either.
"But I won't lose to you by dying," Kitayama reassures him, sending shivers down Fujigaya's neck with his uncanny ability to read his mind. He refuses to attribute it to the way Kitayama's warm breath brushes against the sensitive part of his neck. "So dramatic, Taipi," Kitayama chuckles, and Fujigaya totally doesn't feel his heart beat faster because this is the first time in about a year that Kitayama's called him by anything other than his family name.
"You're stupid," he says again, out of sheer inability to think of anything else to say. "Shut up, stop laughing!" Turning his head to hide his own smile, Fujigaya swats wildly at Kitayama, who is shaking with silent laughter beside him. He's happy, anyway, that it's laughter and not exhaustion this time.