Pairing: Miura Haruma, Takaki Yuya
Disclaimers: Don't own them or Gokusen.
Summary: After the briefest enounter from the night before, both boys are unsure of what's next and it's affecting their work.
Notes: This is a sequel to Hey, you wanna come over?, which has taken awhile as there had been no plans to continue this. As it stands at the moment, it is looking to become a 2-part sequel. This is set around episode 4: Ren is hired at the host club. Thanks to everyone who commented and enjoyed the previous fic. I hope this continuation doesn't disappoint.
Face me properly!
"CUT-OH!" The director's voice rang out.
The actors of 3-D instantly relaxed and began chatting amongst themselves. They were filming the first scene of the day and the prop crew were having problems with the blackboard duster falling on Yamada-san's head. So far they had only managed to clip her nose and powder the floor, much to the director's annoyance.
Miura peeped up from his desk, somewhat relieved he didn't have to 'rally' the class for this scene and was supposed to be sleeping at his desk. The keyword here being 'supposed to', but the reality was he was geniunely tired and hadn't managed to sleep a wink last night.
Well, how was he supposed to sleep after what happened yesterday?! All he could do was turn over those few precious moments over and over in his mind as he lay in bed. Sleep never came and before he knew it, his alarm had gone off to mark a new day. The makeup artist had made a passing comment that morning about eyebags and how to prevent them when he went to have his foundation slapped on, but he wasn't paying much attention and simply nodded whenever a response seemed necessary.
Takaki didn't seem much bothered by last night's events though. He was standing amongst the boys, laughing at something Junta said, while Akito was gesturing wildly as he explained something that had happened on a recent shopping spree in Shibuya.
Johnnys... Miura thought with a hint of jealousy. The other 2 boys got on really well with Takaki from the very start, simply by their common association with the idol company. They had so much in common: dance and voice classes, performance rehearsals... in fact, touchy-feely Junta wasn't opposed to resting his head on Takaki's lap in-between takes. Miura couldn't help but feel some resentment towards the two. The corner of his mouth twitched with amusement as he tried suppressing the word 'slut' in his mind as a description for Junta, who was at that moment playfully poking Takaki in his side.
"Yo." Hideo greeted, pulling a chair to sit beside him.
"Yo." He replied without much enthusiasm, turning face forward and rest his chin against the purposely vandalised desk.
"You look like crap."
"Yeah? That's what the makeup artist said too."
"You must've had one heck of a dinner then." Hideo said, barely hiding a smirk.
Miura froze mid-stretch with his arms across the desk and blinked.
Shit. Best to feign ignorance.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Uh huh. We're not stupid, you know. Or blind."
Miura bit his lower lip and kept silent, intent on studying the scratch lines on the corner of the desk. Hideo sighed and scooted in closer, lowering his voice as he continued.
"I saw you invite Takaki over for dinner last night. How did it go? Did you guys have fun?"
Miura grunted, hoping his co-star would take the hint and change the topic.
"Well?" The older boy pressed, edging closer.
Takaki caught a quick glance to his right as he dodged Junta's playful pokes. He could barely see Miura's face with Hideo's head in the way.
Wait a minute...
Takaki felt a tight squeeze in his chest and gritted his teeth. He thought Miura would've spoken to him about last night. Or at least had the decency to look embarassed about the kiss, if he... But no, the other boy had simply greeted him as usual and they had gone through the morning's filming as if it was perfectly normal.
But it wasn't perfectly normal! As if the kiss wasn't enough of an indicator of his feelings and this attitude of nonchalance was annoying him far more than he cared to admit. Afterall, he had had to make the first move and risked being embarassed for making such an obvious gesture of affection towards Miura.
Well, if that's the way things work and he doesn't feel anything for me...
The director called out for the next classroom scene.
"And you," the director glanced at the 4 co-stars, "Be genki! Imagine all the girls around you."
"Hai!" The motley of voices chorused as they arranged themselves in a row in front of the camera.
Takaki grimaced, trying to get back into character before the camera started rolling.
Think cool. Think sauve. Think...
Takaki could imagine the boys grinning like idiots at the camera and on cue, he acted his line.
"What happened to talking about Ren?"
He turned to look at the 'sleeping' Miura and felt an overwhelming urge to kick his chair out from under him. Idiot!
"CUT-OH! Check." Takaki and the other boys, save Miura went to the replay screen to check the recorded scene.
Akito burst out laughing and pointed at the screen. "Takaki-kun, you look so angry!"
Takaki grimaced and playfully smacked Akito's back, even as Junta giggled and tried to poke him in the cheek. Takaki artfully dodged the attack and stole a glance in Miura's direction. His co-lead was leaning back in his chair, staring at him with a slight frown.
He could feel a blush creeping up his neck, but defiantly stared back. See if he cares.
"Alright," The director sighed and checked his clipboard. "We'll see you guys at the hostclub Sweet Castle for the host club scenes tonight then."
"Haaaaaaai ~~" The boys chorused.
Takaki turned and was about to approach Miura, but the other boy stood up and left quickly with his bag casually thrown over his shoulder.
"So you wanna go get some okinomiyaki?" Akito asked as the 3 Johnnys walked alongside each other.
Junta added a bounce in his step and raised his hand high. "Hai~! I'm starving!"
Takaki pouted slightly as he tilted his head. "I don't think so. I need to go get something. For my mum. You know."
The two Johnnys laughed. "Hai hai, we get it. We'll see you at the host club tonight then. Ja!"
Takaki's smile lingered only a touch longer after the boys had disappeared in the throng of nameless faces. He ordinarily hated being alone, but somehow he didn't feel the need to share with his co-stars his humiliation.
As he turned to make his way home, a familiar figure stood in his way.
The other boy offered a lop-sided smile and shrugged, as if unsure why he would be standing there.
"You've been following us?", he tried to ask with a hint of humour.
Miura sighed softly and started to turn to walk away.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"To stop following you."
The anger from earlier flared inside the Johnny and he charged forward to shove Miura in the back. The young actor had been unprepared and fell forward with his arms instinctively held out to take the brunt of the weight.
"Ow! What the f*@%?!" Miura struggled to get up, but Takaki was quicker and had climbed on top of him. By grabbing him by his shirt front and pulling him upwards, Takaki was able to flip his co-star to face him and opened the floodgates.
"What's your problem?! You've ignored me all day today and now you're following me. If you have a problem with something I said or did last night, then just say so. Don't pretend nothing happened and face me properly, damnit!"
In a whirl of limbs, Takaki suddenly found the tables turned - he was on his back with Miura perched on his chest, his arms pinned down to the hard ground.
"Don't you dare tell me to face you properly." Miura said dangerously. "How is anyone supposed to know what you feel when you're such a social butterfly?"
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"... don't you dare..."
Takaki watched as Miura's eyes softened and revealed a trace of hurt. Whatever it was, it wouldn't do for either of them to continue this train of conversation. His back was starting to hurt too.
"... I don't know what you're talking about. But since I have your attention, do you want to talk about yesterday or not? And would you get off me?"
Miura hesitated, but got off and offered his hand. Takaki took it and savoured the warmth as he hauled himself up. As he dusted himself off, Takaki tried desperately to lighten the mood.
"Do you want to go somewhere and talk? I'd rather we not fight in public. The paparazzi would have a field day with something like that."
"Sure, wherever you like."
"I know a place."
x-posted on jent_fanfics.