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Title: I get along.
Pairings: kaoru&toshiya
Rating: G
Genre: romance, humour, fluff
Number of words: 1.480
Summary:
I’m trying to make calculations inside my mind to convince myself that isn’t my birthday, which I can’t be as sad as this. Because, for real; if I forgot my own birthday then my life is definitely over and I’m a very, very sad old man. Definitely old. How old? Thirty what? Fuck this shit, I’m just so old.
Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me.
Comments: i feel like writing so i'm just going to write as much as i can until this feeling dissapears.
this one is actually.... fluffy?? a belated birthday fic for kaoru.
as always, there's always room for improvement so please, if there's something you want to say just comment me!! ♥
as always not betaed and stuff.
“I can’t believe he told her that, just like that!”
The noise you make clashing against the couch of our studio makes me look up, distracting me from my papers. Didn’t your mom teach you how to seat properly that you just throw yourself to the furniture? I want to chuckle, but that would probably annoy you, so only a silent grin could be seen on my lips. I roll my eyes, ready to keep on with the work I was doing before, but you’re too close to me and talking by phone and just your whole presence distracts me. You’re holding a plastic bottle in your hand full with something… green. I don’t want to know what is, really. It’s probably one of those healthy juice things you love to drink that leaves you a funny breath but that you claim they are so good for your body, the ones you are constantly trying to convince us to drink. I think you managed Shinya to try one, maybe once.
You keep talking, to whoever you’re speaking to, so vividly and bright, probably an old friend you didn’t talk for a while and I can’t help it but observing you, not really paying attention to what are you saying, but more what your gestures are.
“What?!” You start laughing and your eyes almost disappear in an eye smile, the small wrinkles all over the corner of them while your mouth opens in a clear, wholeheartedly laugh. The plastic bottle waves between your fingers and you look oblivious to the fact I’m staring so intensely at you. “Un…” You said and the tip of your finger touches your nose and then you sneeze, looking down.
You make a high pitched sound and your nose wrinkles, and you look like one of those emotes you love to use in the mail you send. Damn, how can a grown up man be this cute doing as something as trivial and stupid as sneezing? Ah, I guess I forgot I’m talking about you, you make the most stupid and random things cute. “No, I don’t think I’m sick.” You finally say, scratching your nose again, probably the person you’re speaking to heard your sneeze through the phone. “That would be great!” You exclaim barely a second later, and your eyes are bright with excitement, big and round like they are a child’s, the eyes I love the most from you. Then suddenly your expression changes, your brows frowning as if you remembered something and you clicked your tongue. “Ah but I can’t today.” You say with a sigh. “It’s Kaoru’s birthday.” You go on and keep silent and whatever the other person said at the other side of the phone made you blush. Ah, I find myself grinning again. Fuck this, you’re so cute. I think you noticed your blush because you’re looking down in… Wait, what?!
“It’s Kaoru’s birthday.”
I move abruptly, almost jumping from the previous spot on the couch and you, for the first time you arrived here, look at me with a puzzled expression.
“It’s Kaoru’s birthday.”
Your voice replays inside my mind like a song you can’t get off your head and I find myself trying to find my own phone. It can’t be right, right? I’m trying to keep a track of the days. When it was San Valentine’s again? Not that I celebrate it, but it was like… Yesterday, right? And that was 14 so it can’t be my birthday, not yet. I’m trying to make calculations inside my mind to convince myself that isn’t my birthday, which I can’t be as sad as this. Because, for real; if I forgot my own birthday then my life is definitely over and I’m a very, very sad old man. Definitely old. How old? Thirty what? Fuck this shit, I’m just so old.
I finally find my phone and when I touch the screen to unlock it and the phone illuminates itself I can see the date clearly. 17th February 24, 2011. Oh fuck my life, I exclaim inside my mind and I throw myself back on the couch, releasing a long sigh. My life is officially over, that makes it. I’m a sad old man who have forgotten his own birthday and who have spent his whole birthday working, not even remembering that it was his own birthday. No matter how you look at it, it’s very sad and pathetic. But this explains a lot of things, like the package which arrived today at my apartment and the five missed calls from my mother.
Well, isn’t this great.
You’re still talking by your phone, but you’re looking at me like I’ve lost my mind, which I probably did, if not losing all of it, at least I’ve lost the part of your mind that makes you remember your own birthday. I sigh, looking down at my phone like I’m staring at all the worlds’ truths summed up in one. Looking at the date lighting on it and then I remember something.
“Ah but I can’t today.”
“It’s Kaoru’s birthday.”
Oh, you.
I straight myself and I sit down properly and you’re, still, talking by your phone. I look at you, my gaze soft and waiting for you to be over. When you finally are, you flip your phone close and give a sip of the gross looking green juice, and look at me with a weird expression, your eyebrows rising, as if waiting for me to say something.
“Okay, really. What’s going on, you look like you’re about to have a seizure.” You finally say, when you notice I’m saying nothing at all and probably the curiosity it’s eating you alive. You move against the back of the couch and leave the phone on the table, folding your legs so your elbows can rest over your knees.
“The package, it’s yours.” I say and I hope you know what you’re talking about. Your reaction is to blush because you probably didn’t expect me to remember, and I can’t help the stupid grin that’s on my face right then. Stop being so fucking cute, it makes things ten times more difficult to try to hold a normal conversation that is not talking about how actually frigging cute you are.
You chuckle and then give a small nod. “I thought it was going to be worse, I thought you were going to notice tomorrow morning and then spend the whole day mourning about how you missed your own birthday like the sad, pathetic old man you are.” You chuckle again, and look at me, your head slightly tilted to the side. “Am I right?”
Fuck you, for knowing me so well. I smile back and lean forward, my legs opened so my forearms are resting on my thighs. “Right…” I’m about to say something more when one of our staff members saying something to us. Something about the recording track and Kyo’s voice and I can’t really recall because you look so smug, and you’re a fucking brat but god, a beautiful one after all. I get up, recollecting my things and so do you, and we walk next to each other, shoulders brushing; to the studio.
“If you’re not too depressed about the whole birthday thing…” You start, and somehow you sound slightly nervous. “You could go home, open the package and then come over.” He shrugged. “I’ve made curry.” You comment, as if it's nothing important when there’s probably nothing else I like more in this world than the curry you make. Okay maybe that's a lie, I can list at least ten things more I like about you that’s not you curry.
I smirk again, and look at you while you’re drinking the juice again and then I nod. “I hate you.” Because you’re always so right and you can make things so damn easy even when they seem beautiful and because you make the best curry and just… Well, you know I don’t right.
You laugh; again your eyes closing almost completely and I just stare at you. We finally arrive at the door of the studio and before I can step inside, your fingers close around my wrist and I can feel how the tips of your fingers stroke over the tattooed skin, the heated skin which is contact with my watch and I look down at you, even if it’s for a second, our eyes locking each other’s. “Happy birthday.” You say and you look at me, deeply and your eyes start shining when you smile and you let me go, stepping inside the room.
“Thank you.” I whisper even if I’m not sure if you heard me at all. And follow your body figure while it’s moving around and I grin.
Forget about everything I say before.
I’m a very lucky old man.
Pairings: kaoru&toshiya
Rating: G
Genre: romance, humour, fluff
Number of words: 1.480
Summary:
I’m trying to make calculations inside my mind to convince myself that isn’t my birthday, which I can’t be as sad as this. Because, for real; if I forgot my own birthday then my life is definitely over and I’m a very, very sad old man. Definitely old. How old? Thirty what? Fuck this shit, I’m just so old.
Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me.
Comments: i feel like writing so i'm just going to write as much as i can until this feeling dissapears.
this one is actually.... fluffy?? a belated birthday fic for kaoru.
as always, there's always room for improvement so please, if there's something you want to say just comment me!! ♥
as always not betaed and stuff.
“I can’t believe he told her that, just like that!”
The noise you make clashing against the couch of our studio makes me look up, distracting me from my papers. Didn’t your mom teach you how to seat properly that you just throw yourself to the furniture? I want to chuckle, but that would probably annoy you, so only a silent grin could be seen on my lips. I roll my eyes, ready to keep on with the work I was doing before, but you’re too close to me and talking by phone and just your whole presence distracts me. You’re holding a plastic bottle in your hand full with something… green. I don’t want to know what is, really. It’s probably one of those healthy juice things you love to drink that leaves you a funny breath but that you claim they are so good for your body, the ones you are constantly trying to convince us to drink. I think you managed Shinya to try one, maybe once.
You keep talking, to whoever you’re speaking to, so vividly and bright, probably an old friend you didn’t talk for a while and I can’t help it but observing you, not really paying attention to what are you saying, but more what your gestures are.
“What?!” You start laughing and your eyes almost disappear in an eye smile, the small wrinkles all over the corner of them while your mouth opens in a clear, wholeheartedly laugh. The plastic bottle waves between your fingers and you look oblivious to the fact I’m staring so intensely at you. “Un…” You said and the tip of your finger touches your nose and then you sneeze, looking down.
You make a high pitched sound and your nose wrinkles, and you look like one of those emotes you love to use in the mail you send. Damn, how can a grown up man be this cute doing as something as trivial and stupid as sneezing? Ah, I guess I forgot I’m talking about you, you make the most stupid and random things cute. “No, I don’t think I’m sick.” You finally say, scratching your nose again, probably the person you’re speaking to heard your sneeze through the phone. “That would be great!” You exclaim barely a second later, and your eyes are bright with excitement, big and round like they are a child’s, the eyes I love the most from you. Then suddenly your expression changes, your brows frowning as if you remembered something and you clicked your tongue. “Ah but I can’t today.” You say with a sigh. “It’s Kaoru’s birthday.” You go on and keep silent and whatever the other person said at the other side of the phone made you blush. Ah, I find myself grinning again. Fuck this, you’re so cute. I think you noticed your blush because you’re looking down in… Wait, what?!
“It’s Kaoru’s birthday.”
I move abruptly, almost jumping from the previous spot on the couch and you, for the first time you arrived here, look at me with a puzzled expression.
“It’s Kaoru’s birthday.”
Your voice replays inside my mind like a song you can’t get off your head and I find myself trying to find my own phone. It can’t be right, right? I’m trying to keep a track of the days. When it was San Valentine’s again? Not that I celebrate it, but it was like… Yesterday, right? And that was 14 so it can’t be my birthday, not yet. I’m trying to make calculations inside my mind to convince myself that isn’t my birthday, which I can’t be as sad as this. Because, for real; if I forgot my own birthday then my life is definitely over and I’m a very, very sad old man. Definitely old. How old? Thirty what? Fuck this shit, I’m just so old.
I finally find my phone and when I touch the screen to unlock it and the phone illuminates itself I can see the date clearly. 17th February 24, 2011. Oh fuck my life, I exclaim inside my mind and I throw myself back on the couch, releasing a long sigh. My life is officially over, that makes it. I’m a sad old man who have forgotten his own birthday and who have spent his whole birthday working, not even remembering that it was his own birthday. No matter how you look at it, it’s very sad and pathetic. But this explains a lot of things, like the package which arrived today at my apartment and the five missed calls from my mother.
Well, isn’t this great.
You’re still talking by your phone, but you’re looking at me like I’ve lost my mind, which I probably did, if not losing all of it, at least I’ve lost the part of your mind that makes you remember your own birthday. I sigh, looking down at my phone like I’m staring at all the worlds’ truths summed up in one. Looking at the date lighting on it and then I remember something.
“Ah but I can’t today.”
“It’s Kaoru’s birthday.”
Oh, you.
I straight myself and I sit down properly and you’re, still, talking by your phone. I look at you, my gaze soft and waiting for you to be over. When you finally are, you flip your phone close and give a sip of the gross looking green juice, and look at me with a weird expression, your eyebrows rising, as if waiting for me to say something.
“Okay, really. What’s going on, you look like you’re about to have a seizure.” You finally say, when you notice I’m saying nothing at all and probably the curiosity it’s eating you alive. You move against the back of the couch and leave the phone on the table, folding your legs so your elbows can rest over your knees.
“The package, it’s yours.” I say and I hope you know what you’re talking about. Your reaction is to blush because you probably didn’t expect me to remember, and I can’t help the stupid grin that’s on my face right then. Stop being so fucking cute, it makes things ten times more difficult to try to hold a normal conversation that is not talking about how actually frigging cute you are.
You chuckle and then give a small nod. “I thought it was going to be worse, I thought you were going to notice tomorrow morning and then spend the whole day mourning about how you missed your own birthday like the sad, pathetic old man you are.” You chuckle again, and look at me, your head slightly tilted to the side. “Am I right?”
Fuck you, for knowing me so well. I smile back and lean forward, my legs opened so my forearms are resting on my thighs. “Right…” I’m about to say something more when one of our staff members saying something to us. Something about the recording track and Kyo’s voice and I can’t really recall because you look so smug, and you’re a fucking brat but god, a beautiful one after all. I get up, recollecting my things and so do you, and we walk next to each other, shoulders brushing; to the studio.
“If you’re not too depressed about the whole birthday thing…” You start, and somehow you sound slightly nervous. “You could go home, open the package and then come over.” He shrugged. “I’ve made curry.” You comment, as if it's nothing important when there’s probably nothing else I like more in this world than the curry you make. Okay maybe that's a lie, I can list at least ten things more I like about you that’s not you curry.
I smirk again, and look at you while you’re drinking the juice again and then I nod. “I hate you.” Because you’re always so right and you can make things so damn easy even when they seem beautiful and because you make the best curry and just… Well, you know I don’t right.
You laugh; again your eyes closing almost completely and I just stare at you. We finally arrive at the door of the studio and before I can step inside, your fingers close around my wrist and I can feel how the tips of your fingers stroke over the tattooed skin, the heated skin which is contact with my watch and I look down at you, even if it’s for a second, our eyes locking each other’s. “Happy birthday.” You say and you look at me, deeply and your eyes start shining when you smile and you let me go, stepping inside the room.
“Thank you.” I whisper even if I’m not sure if you heard me at all. And follow your body figure while it’s moving around and I grin.
Forget about everything I say before.
I’m a very lucky old man.
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nothing like a fluffy kxt fic to lift my mood^^
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