touch, braid, kiss (IDOLiSH7 - Torao/Minami)
In which Minami lets Torao braid his hair and rewards him with a kiss.
Even before he opens his eyes, Minami already knows that he woke up late because his dream last night felt long, though he canāt remember much of it. If he had to guess, it would probably be about flying musical notes since he fell asleep mid-scribbling his musical sheets.
Minami blinks a few times then glances at the clock on his nightstand. Typical. Fifteen minutes until he has to go to the studio for todayās recording. Guess his commitment last night to arrive at least thirty minutes early to get a headstart in preparing everything has failed immensely. Well, no matter, he supposes. He can just purchase a small energy drink on his way to work and that should keep him going until the session ends.
He glances at the stack of papers sitting at his feet, some of the pages scattered on the floor. The most important thing is that he finished his early iteration of ZOOLās new song, whatās a little lack of sleep? His work of art is much more important. He was particularly inspired last night and sleeping right in the middle of it would be too much of a waste.
Fortunately, Natsume Minami moves quickly. After sitting up, stretching his limbs, and blinking away the leftover sleepiness from his eyes, he shrugs off the weight on his shoulders and gets ready for work. Once heās finished cleaning up and packing away his things, he doesnāt look like someone who just spent less than two hours sleeping. He looks fresh, sophisticated, and put-together though he can see some parts of his usual getup lacking, like his hair. Heāll have to do those in the studio last minute.
For now, he sprays a healthy and light dose of perfume before finally leaving his apartment.
As he steps into the studio the first thing he sees is Minami nodding off by the loveseat, music sheets loosely held between his fingers. One look and itās obvious what happened to the young composer.
Truly, it isnāt odd for the composer to be lacking a good night's sleep now and then. (Toraoās pretty sure that he's the only one out of four of them who has a semblance of a normal sleep schedule.) When thereās new music that needs to be written or a part that needs to be revised, Minami will be up and working on them immediately like thereās no tomorrow, often staying up until the crack of dawn just to finetune a single melody.
Andā¦of course, Torao had always liked that part of Minami who loved to dedicate part of his existence to his art. When he was allowed, he always enjoyed the sight of Minami scribbling on a music sheet and humming new tunes, brows furrowed as he focused and lips opening and closing as he muttered parts of his song quietly. Despite the blondeās calm and gentle disposition, Torao has always known that Minami is passionate. It burns behind a cold protective wall, peeking out from behind through his smile during their performance.
That being said, it also isnāt rare for the composer to doze off when he lets his guard down, like now. Before he completely enters the room, Torao takes a moment to admire the sight of Minamiās innocent face as he sleeps. He knows this by now, but he still canāt get over how beautiful Natsume Minami is and here he thought heād grown immune to pretty faces like that (Though immunity to Minami is something he hasnāt quite developed yet. He doubts he ever will.)
Torao is careful when he takes a seat next to Minami. The blonde will probably wake up soon now that Toraoās here but he wants to give him just a few extra seconds of shut-eye before switching on his work mode.
āMido-san?ā Minami blinks slowly, his hand coming up to rub the skin just underneath his eyes. āWhen did you get here?ā
āJust a few seconds ago. Looks like you had a good nap.ā He teases.
Minami lets out a light amused laugh, unfazed by it. He lets out a small yawn under his palm and finally looks at the other man. Minamiās gaze has always been so languid and a bit cold at times, though theyāve warmed up a lot by now, but the way Minami stares at him has never failed to make his heartbeat race faster.
āMido-san, youāre blushing.ā Minami chuckles sweetly and Torao has to look away now.
A retort makes its way to his throat but dies quickly, replaced with a defeated sigh. He lets his guard down for even half a second and the blonde will snap up the opportunity with that sly nature underneath an angelic smile (Not that he minds too much).Ā
āBy the way, where are the others?ā
Torao clears his throat, trying to clean up the mess Minami did to his heart, and opens up his phone. āToumaās probably on his way. Haruka already got here though.ā
āOh, then I should-ā Minami straightens up a bit and cleans up the music sheet in his hands. Torao stops him midway, placing a hand on his forearm.Ā
āPlease. Kujo Tenn is here too so Iām going to bet Haruka wonāt be here for another hour.ā He rolls his eyes. āDo you think TRIGGER ever gets tired of their greenroom getting hogged by their center as a date spot?ā
āI doubt the two care. But what about you, Mido-san? Do you ever get tired of āhoggingā our green room alone with me?ā
Torao freezes then, becoming painfully aware that Minami has slid his arm so his hand now sits against Toraoās, fingers gently pressing against the skin of his palm like a feather. The touch feels like it couldāve been one of Minamiās teasing but it doesnāt feel exactly like that. Thereās a sense of genuineness in them. For as long as Torao has known Minami, he likes to think that he knows the composer at least a little bit. Would it be self-centered to think that Minami wants to genuinely touch him? Thereās a stinging realization that he wouldnāt be able to know for sure right away. Nevertheless, the answer is obvious as day.
Minamiās lips shift into one of his softer smiles, one that only appears around the people he considers close. Torao wonders. If he manages to enter deeper into Minamiās heart, would he find other smiles? Ones that are reserved just for him.
Their intimate moment ends there. Minami pulls his hand away and it feels like his hand was never there in the first place. They both turn quiet, Minami cleaning up his scattered music sheets while Torao examines the side of his face. Thereās one thing he realizes.
āYou donāt have your braid.ā
Minamiās hand comes up to the side of his hair and sighs. āI was going to do it here. I didnāt have enough time at home.ā
āWant me to do it? Itāll be quicker.ā Minami raises an eyebrow but decides to indulge his request anyway. He probably finds it amusing that Torao isnāt going to waste an opportunity to touch him, but Torao finds it hard to feel a little bit shameless.
Minamiās hair is soft between his fingers, almost like silk, and the strands slip off his fingers easily. Torao runs his fingers through them a few times and braids the side gently, careful not to accidentally pull or tug at the hair. As Torao stays focused on the work at hand, he doesnāt notice Minami closing his eyes, content, in the moment.
āWhen did you get so good at braiding?ā
Torao snorts. As if this is the first time heās braided Minamiās hair. There have been a few times now when itās just the two of them alone, where Torao does Minamiās braid for him. It had looked terrible the first time but now heās gotten quite skillful at it. The end result for this one looks quite good, perhaps his best work so far.Ā
Minamiās hand comes up to touch Toraoās work and his lips curl into a pleased smile. The composer keeps his lips shut, careful not to let his true feelings be so easily known. Torao doesnāt need to know that Minami thinks the older manās hands felt nice in his hair. Enough to almost lull him back to sleep.Ā
Heās not ready to express his feelings just yet, but thereās something he wants to do. He turns to Torao. āThank you. Mido-san, do you want me to reward you?ā
The older man frowns. āReward? Sure.ā
Minamiās smile grows a little mischievous. Heās cute when he looks a little confused like this. He gently places his hand on Toraoās shoulder before raising his face until his lips hover right in front of Toraoās, not quite a kiss. Minami sees his eyes widening slightly at the realization of what he meant by reward. A hand coming to rest on Minamiās waist is the silent consent between them before their lips meet.
Itās neither their first kiss nor is it the first time theyāve kissed each other. Their relationship is a big grey area in their lives, not so much as friends but calling it an official relationship isnāt right either. What Minami does know is that Toraoās lips always feel so warm and sometimes even urgent and maybe even feverish in rare moments. This one isnāt any of those. It feelsā¦sweet.
Their moment is broken by Harukaās flabbergasted tone as he stands under the doorway of their greenroom, his face growing completely red. In the hallway, standing in the spot where both Minami and Torao couldnāt see him, Kujo Tennās hand reaches to cover Harukaās eyes.
āI told you not to open the door without knocking,ā Tenn says as Haruka slaps his hand away.
Torao is the first to get up between them as he approaches Haruka. āCome back in an hour, you absolute brat.ā
āYouāre the one whoās making out in our greenroom!ā
āOh, like you donāt do the same with Kujo?ā
As they continue to bicker, Torao slowly tries to close the door in Harukaās face while Minami places his face into his hands, his blush reaching the tips of his ears.
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