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soup & kisses

fandom: IDOLiSH7

characters/pairing: tenn kujo/haruka isumi

words: 1,960

summary:

Tenn sighed. “For the last time, you are making a big deal out of nothing. I am fine to work-”

“Lay down or the next text goes to Nanase and I will tell him you’re sick.”

Not a single word from Tenn as he quietly laid back down on his bed. He knew very well that Haruka was not bluffing. If Riku was to find out that he was unwell and trying to go to work, he would show up within a heartbeat, which he did not have the patience for right now.

Tenn falls ill and Haruka stays home to take care of him.

Getting out of bed only proved to be a challenge when Tenn attempted to bring his legs over the sides and push himself up. His entire body ached— muscles feeling like they were on fire and bones like sandpaper rubbing against each other. On top of that, his skin was burning… Yeah, it was safe to say that he was sick.

Despite the very obvious signs that he should not be leaving the apartment, he checked the time to see that he was supposed to meet Ryuu and Gaku at the studio in the next hour. A commitment is a commitment, especially as an idol. He would be damned if he missed a recording session— booking a studio took time and money, not to mention, it wasn’t fair for him to waste his unitmates’ time either.

‘I can pop a few pills and that should help me get through the next few hours at most…’ He reasoned with himself. He had performed in worse conditions, he could manage a recording session.

Resting his hands on the mattress to give himself some leverage, he pushed himself up and out of bed, only for a pair of hands to push him to sit back down.

Fuck.

“And where the hell do you think you’re going, asshole?” Haruka asked, hands on his hips as he stared Tenn down for an explanation.

“It always baffles me how sweet you are to me, my dear.” Tenn scoffed, the younger boy rolling his eyes from the sarcasm in his tone. “I have work. Where else would I be going?”

Haruka did not appear surprised by his answer. If anything, he seemed annoyed by it. This was not anything new— whenever Tenn fell sick, Haruka found himself in a constant battle with his boyfriend, which he usually lost… But not today! Oh, no. Today he was determined to not let Tenn have his way.

“You’re not going anywhere. You can hardly stand and you expect to work in this condition? I don’t want to get a call from someone saying they found you dead in the streets.”

Sighing, Tenn rolled his eyes. “You’re being dramatic. I can take some medicine and get through today’s recording. I promise I will rest as soon as I am done with work.”

There was no way Haruka was going to give into that. Tenn would be stupid to think that he could let him get away with that. When he lived alone, Tenn was able to get away with something like this— as an idol, he made it a habit of putting himself second to everything else, that included sometimes neglecting his own health to go through with a commitment (much to Gaku and Ryuu constantly reminding him to take it easy on himself). But now Haruka was here and old habits needed to die.

“You are staying home. I’m letting your friends know you can’t make it. You can reschedule your recording for another day.” He had already grabbed Tenn’s phone before he had a chance to argue, already typing out a quick text in the Trigger group chat.

Tenn sighed. “For the last time, you are making a big deal out of nothing. I am fine to work-”

“Lay down or the next text goes to Nanase and I will tell him you’re sick.”

Maybe getting some rest would not be the worst idea… his body felt weak and most of his energy would be wasted in getting to the studio. Expecting himself to record seemed out of the question… but he could not let Haruka know that he was right either. Call it stubbornness on his end— despite being in a relationship and sharing an apartment, old habits did not die out.

“Take a nap. I’ll get you something to eat, alright?”

Tenn made a face at that. Nothing sounded very appetizing in his condition. His stomach churned at the thought of eating something. “Just get me some tea and crackers… and some medicine. That should help.”

With a wave of his hand, Haruka left the room to head over to their kitchen. Tea and crackers would be easy to stomach… however it would not be very filling. Tenn needed something light that would also fill his stomach and help him get his energy up. That was what his grandma would say to him whenever he fell sick as a child and she would take care of him— Of course! He could give his grandmother a call and ask her what to do! Why the hell did he not think of that before?

Back in the bedroom, Tenn found it difficult to go to sleep. The rattling in the kitchen and muffled sounds of Haruka speaking to someone on the phone didn’t exactly help his restless state. Why did he have to get sick now? He was pretty sure Haruka was on the phone with someone trying to figure out what to do— this is what he wanted to avoid. He wanted to avoid his boyfriend worrying over him. Surely Haruka had canceled his plans that he had with Tamaki and Iori which he felt guilty enough about. But if Tenn was any bit stubborn, Haruka was double the amount and was not about to let Tenn stay home on his own.

After an undetermined amount of time, just as Tenn was starting to drift off to sleep, Haruka returned with a bowl of what appeared to be soup in his hand and a mug of what was probably tea.

“Are you awake?” Haruka asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed once he placed the mug on the bedside drawer.

Tenn sighed and sat up. “I am now…” He mumbled, ignoring the way Haruka rolled his eyes and accepted the bowl of soup regardless.

“I made soup, you’re gonna want it while it’s still hot. You’ll feel a lot better once you eat something too.”

Hearing that had Tenn a little bit skeptical. “You made this as in you heated up a can of soup or...?”

Haruka scoffed. “I made it from scratch, asshole! Now shut up and drink your soup.”

The contents of the bowl didn’t look so bad with the exception of unevenly chopped vegetables; some cut way bigger than others. It smelled pretty decent too, but Tenn was always the one to do the cooking whenever he had the time… he wasn’t sure what to expect from this soup. However, with Haruka looking at him expectantly, large and soft golden eyes watching him made him weak. He could have been out with his friends right now, but instead he stayed back to take care of Tenn. The least he could do was drink the soup he made for him, no matter how it tasted. And so, he scooped up a spoonful and brought it to his mouth…

Surprisingly enough, it tasted delicious! Better than Tenn could have expected (maybe even better than something he could have put together but he wasn’t about to admit that).

“Hm, not bad at all… You really made this?” Tenn asked with another spoonful… and another, and another.

Haruka lit up from the praise, a wide and proud smile on his face. “Yeah! It’s my grandma’s recipe. She used to make it for me all the time when I was younger.” he explained. “I called her and she talked me through making it.”

The length Haruka had gone to take care of him was admirable and incredibly sweet. Tenn would have to make it up to him whenever he would feel better. Right now, all he had the strength for was a gentle and appreciative smile as he went back to downing the rest of the soup.

When he was done, he handed Haruka the bowl back, who then passed him his tea and medicine. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do all that, but I appreciate it a lot.”

“I kind of did have to do that, but that’s how things are when you’re in a relationship, right? We take care of each other…” The blush on his cheeks was far too cute as he justified himself. “Anyways… Is there anything else I can get for you?”

Once he swallowed his pill, Tenn set his mug aside and looked up at Haruka with a wide but tired grin. “Could I get a kiss? I know that will help me feel a lot better.”

Rather than a pair of lips, Tenn’s face was met with a soft pillow that Haruka swung at him, the mint haired boy redder than Riku’s hair. How adorable. “Sh-Shut up and just go to sleep! I am not getting myself sick just because you’re being embarrassingly stupid!”

He stormed out of the room, venting to himself that he should have left Tenn to suffer on his own and why he even bothers doing all this. If only Tenn had the energy to fuel him more, it was always very entertaining being able to mess with Haruka whenever he got embarrassed. For now, all he could do was chuckle as he laid back down… his stomach now full of food and the medicine slowly starting to kick in, he would be able to get some rest.

A few minutes later, after Haruka had cleared up the kitchen. He decided to go check in on Tenn to find him fast asleep in bed. Finally. Hopefully he would feel a whole lot better after a long nap. He would not be able to take another day of Tenn whining and complaining.

Carefully tucking him in to keep him warm, Haruka could not help but admire how soft and peaceful Tenn looked as he slept. His cheeks were flushed red from his fever, hair swept to the side and lips slightly parted to help him breathe a little easier. He truly was the human embodiment of an angel… his features so soft and so pretty. Surely he was fast asleep, right? It had been a few minutes and the medicine should help him rest… that was what Haruka thought when he couldn’t help but lean in to press a soft kiss on Tenn’s forehead and was met with wide pink eyes staring up at him when he parted.

Haruka’s face turned redder than before, eyes wide as Tenn’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Hmm, what is this, a fairytale ending? My Prince coming to heal me with a kiss-”

“Shut up! You were supposed to be asleep!” Haruka grabbed a pillow, throwing it over Tenn’s face as a threat to suffocate him.

Tenn snickered and shoved the pillow aside before pulling Haruka to lay down beside him. “I was almost asleep but then someone came in and woke me up.” he hummed, tucking his head underneath Haruka’s chin. It wouldn’t hurt to indulge himself a little bit, right? After all, Haruka would always insist he needed to take better care of himself and be a little bit more selfish… he could be selfish with his boyfriend. “Will you stay for a little while longer?”

Sighing in defeat, Haruka brought a hand up to stroke Tenn’s hair. How could he turn him down when he was finally making a request for himself.

“Yeah… I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” He whispered as Tenn’s soft breaths turned into soft little snores.

He could be annoyingly cute sometimes.

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oofcat2112 · 6 months

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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 can’t 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 today’s 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 ZOOL’s new song, what’s 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 he’s finished cleaning up and packing away his things, he doesn’t 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. He’ll 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.

***

Torao should’ve known.

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 it’s obvious what happened to the young composer.

Truly, it isn’t odd for the composer to be lacking a good night's sleep now and then. (Torao’s pretty sure that he's the only one out of four of them who has a semblance of a normal sleep schedule.) When there’s 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 there’s no tomorrow, often staying up until the crack of dawn just to finetune a single melody.

And…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 blonde’s 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 isn’t 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 Minami’s innocent face as he sleeps. He knows this by now, but he still can’t get over how beautiful Natsume Minami is and here he thought he’d grown immune to pretty faces like that (Though immunity to Minami is something he hasn’t 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 Torao’s here but he wants to give him just a few extra seconds of shut-eye before switching on his work mode.

“Mido-san?” Minami blinks slowly, his hand coming up to rub the skin just underneath his eyes. “When did you get here?”

“Just a few seconds ago. Looks like you had a good nap.” 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. Minami’s gaze has always been so languid and a bit cold at times, though they’ve warmed up a lot by now, but the way Minami stares at him has never failed to make his heartbeat race faster.

“Mido-san, you’re blushing.” 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).

“By the way, where are the others?”

Torao clears his throat, trying to clean up the mess Minami did to his heart, and opens up his phone. “Touma’s probably on his way. Haruka already got here though.”

“Oh, then I should-” Minami straightens up a bit and cleans up the music sheet in his hands. Torao stops him midway, placing a hand on his forearm.

“Please. Kujo Tenn is here too so I’m going to bet Haruka won’t be here for another hour.” He rolls his eyes. “Do you think TRIGGER ever gets tired of their greenroom getting hogged by their center as a date spot?”

“I doubt the two care. But what about you, Mido-san? Do you ever get tired of ‘hogging’ our green room alone with me?”

Torao freezes then, becoming painfully aware that Minami has slid his arm so his hand now sits against Torao’s, fingers gently pressing against the skin of his palm like a feather. The touch feels like it could’ve been one of Minami’s teasing but it doesn’t feel exactly like that. There’s 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? There’s a stinging realization that he wouldn’t be able to know for sure right away. Nevertheless, the answer is obvious as day.

“No.”

Minami’s 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 Minami’s 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. There’s one thing he realizes.

“You don’t have your braid.”

Minami’s hand comes up to the side of his hair and sighs. “I was going to do it here. I didn’t have enough time at home.”

“Want me to do it? It’ll be quicker.” Minami raises an eyebrow but decides to indulge his request anyway. He probably finds it amusing that Torao isn’t going to waste an opportunity to touch him, but Torao doesn't care that he's coming across a bit shameless.

Minami’s 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 doesn’t notice Minami closing his eyes, content, in the moment.

“When did you get so good at braiding?”

Torao snorts. As if this is the first time he’s braided Minami’s hair. There have been a few times now when it’s just the two of them alone, where Torao does Minami’s braid for him. It had looked terrible the first time but now he’s gotten quite skillful at it. The end result for this one looks quite good, perhaps his best work so far.

Minami’s hand comes up to touch Torao’s 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 doesn’t need to know that Minami thinks the older man’s hands felt nice in his hair. Enough to almost lull him back to sleep.

He’s not ready to express his feelings just yet, but there’s something he wants to do. He turns to Torao. “Thank you. Mido-san, do you want me to reward you?”

The older man frowns. “Reward? Sure.”

Minami’s smile grows a little mischievous. He’s cute when he looks a little confused like this. He gently places his hand on Torao’s shoulder before raising his face until his lips hover right in front of Torao’s, 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 Minami’s waist is the silent consent between them before their lips meet.

It’s neither their first kiss nor is it the first time they’ve kissed each other. Their relationship is a big grey area in their lives, not so much as friends but calling it an official relationship isn’t right either. What Minami does know is that Torao’s lips always feel so warm and sometimes even urgent and maybe even feverish in rare moments. This one isn’t any of those. It feels…sweet.

“Ugh, what the fu-”

Their moment is broken by Haruka’s 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 couldn’t see him, Kujo Tenn’s hand reaches to cover Haruka’s eyes.

“I told you not to open the door without knocking,” Tenn says as Haruka slaps his hand away.

Torao is the first to get up between them as he approaches Haruka. “Come back in an hour, you absolute brat.”

“You’re the one who’s making out in our greenroom!”

“Oh, like you don’t do the same with Kujo?”

As they continue to bicker, Torao slowly tries to close the door in Haruka’s face while Minami places his face into his hands, his blush reaching the tips of his ears.

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