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A curl of smoke floats into the air between them as Taki leans closer. He lowers his voice, perfectly amused with himself. “I fucking hate your music.”
Taki smiles again, and Yuma knows he’s going to let him get away with it.
(OR: Yuma, Taki, and the act of vulnerability.)
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“Why not? I’m attracted to you, and I think you’re attracted to me. We get along, and we trust each other to keep quiet. Sounds like a perfect arrangement to me.”
Taki knew that he shouldn’t. He thought about what K would say; that they would be putting the group at risk. That it was reckless to date at all, much less another idol. Much less a member, and a man. That their careers could be upended if this got out. Taki had every reason to say no and to tell Yuma good night. He only had one reason to say yes. And yet.
“Sure,” Taki said, nodding his agreement. “Sounds perfect.”
taki and yuma try out the friends with benefits thing, with mixed results.
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He bites his lip, hesitating. The words are right there, teetering on the edge of his tongue.
“Do you ever…” he starts, his voice low and tentative.
Yuma blinks, looking down at him. “Do I ever what?”
Taki freezes. His heart is pounding, and his throat feels dry. He should say it. He should just ask. But he can’t bring himself to. “Never mind,” he mutters, staring down at their hands. “It’s a dumb question.”