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Keiji came back home after a long day of customers yelling, managers being unhelpful, and coworkers taking advantage of him. He headed straight for the living room and plopped on the couch, groaning.
Keiji was suddenly picked up by someone, and that person sat him on their lap. Keiji doesn’t have to open his eyes to see who it was. He knew right away before of the cologne that the person wears, the way their hands fit so right on his waist, and the way they are burying their face into the crook of his neck.
Keiji tiredly opened his eyes, and there he was. Kiyoomi. Looking at him with a smile.
I, I loved you in secret
Keiji didn’t know how he ended up in a complicated relationship with Kiyoomi. But he wasn’t against it. Actually he looks forward to seeing Kiyoomi everyday after he comes home.
First sight, yeah, we love without reason
Kiyoomi kisses him from his forehead, to his left cheeks, to his right, to his nose, and back to his forehead. Kiyoomi waits until Keiji whines at the fact that he had not kissed his lips yet. Then finally their lips find each other, and Kiyoomi always tastes so sweet.
Oh, twenty-five years old
No one told Keiji that adulthood is hell. He works, and then goes home. The next day he works again and goes home. The cycle repeats and he’s close to a breaking point.
Oh, how were you to know, and
At their apartment, Keiji watches as Kiyoomi cooks. Kiyoomi places Keiji to sit on the counter and hums a song as he cooks. Everything seems perfect, and Keiji doesn’t want to worry Kiyoomi.
My, my love had been frozen
After dinner, they are laying in Kiyoomi’s bed cuddling. Keiji never felt so safe in someone’s arms before. He dated douchebags after douchebags, and he never was loved.
Deep blue, but you painted me golden
But Kiyoomi showed him what love was, even if they’re nothing more than friends with benefits. Kiyoomi treats him like he was worth it, like he was worth every single minute of Kiyoomi’s attention.
Oh, and you held me close
Keiji remembers the day he got a gift from Kiyoomi. He wasn’t expecting it. It wasn’t his birthday or a holiday. Kiyoomi just came home after his night shift as a bartender and gave him a gift.
“This is for you.” Kiyoomi opened the box and it was a silver chain with the initial “K” on it.
“Thank you.”
“This ‘K’ stands for Kiyoomi, by the way. You can keep me close.”
Keiji laughed a bit before looking at the necklace, it was simple. Just how he likes it. But he still didn’t know why Kiyoomi got him it.
“I want to tell you that I know you’re going through hardships right now. I am here for you, whenever you need me.”
“Kiyoomi…”
“You’re allowed to feel sad, you’re allowed to cry, you’re allowed to be mad. You know that right?”
‘Oh, how was I to know that?’ Keiji always bottles up his emotions, he was never the type to cry.
I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets
Keiji threw himself onto Kiyoomi after Kiyoomi finished putting the necklace on him. Kiyoomi wrapped his arms around Keiji’s torso, and kissed his cheeks.
Picture of your face in an invisible locket
The next day, Keiji noticed his coworkers looking at his new necklace; he had never worn jewelry before. They think it stands for “Keiji”, and he lets them think that. No one has to know what it really stands for.
Another bad shift and he found himself playing with the chain around his neck. He calmed down immediately.
You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it
Luckily for him, Kiyoomi didn’t have a shift that night because someone had swapped with him. Keiji got ready for bed and instead of going to his room, he headed for Kiyoomi’s room. Kiyoomi was using his phone while laying down, and when he saw Keiji come into the room, he opened his arms. Keiji climbed onto Kiyoomi’s bed. When he was in Kiyoomi’s arms, he felt safe again.
I had a bad feeling
Kiyoomi didn’t want a relationship. It was partially from his past experiences, but also from simply observing the people he would serve drinks to. As a bartender, he was witness to several people coming in throughout the week, never with the same person twice in their arms.
He was forced to take the orders of the couples, knowing they were only together for the evening.
He would watch how they would dance intimately, with no space for anyone else to divide them. But they would never return with the same dance partner.
And yet…
I, I loved you in spite of
And yet Kiyoomi found himself in a relationship with no proper title.
He found himself longing for Keiji’s arms wrapped around his neck, his legs around his waist. He found himself thinking idly of the barista, wondering if he thought of him every time someone ordered his usual.
Deep fears that the world would divide us
He found himself worrying someone else would sweep Keiji off his feet. They weren’t exactly dating, and they agreed to keep their situation a secret, so Keiji was by all means single and fucking gorgeous. He was scared someone would replace him in Keiji’s bed, in Keiji’s mind.
So, baby, can we dance
But as of right now, Keiji’s all Kiyoomi’s. He was free to pull Keiji into his arms, kiss him everywhere and whenever.
Oh, through an avalanche?
Even on days they’re both stressed, they don’t hesitate to find the other for relief. Kiyoomi knows that even if he gets shitty customers and worse tips, there’s someone at home waiting for him.
And say, say that we got it
He knows Keiji will be there for him, to soothe his worries. He knows he can easily enter his room and be welcomed into his bed with open arms.
I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted
Even on the days when Kiyoomi worries he’s holding Keiji back from finding someone who can love him more freely and pulls away, Keiji will somehow know he’s feeling insecure and shower him with extra affection.
Oh, 'cause it's gravity
Kiyoomi can’t even rationalize that this will be the last time he has Keiji in his bed because he finds himself gravitating towards him. Any rational thought leaves his mind the moment Keiji is in his vicinity, pulling him in unknowingly.
Oh, keeping you with me
Kiyoomi didn't know what he was thinking, buying a necklace for his roommate/fuck buddy/not-boyfriend with his initial hanging from it. He was walking home from work when the moon’s reflection hit the glass, washing the display in softer tones.
Kiyoomi squinted his eyes and realized the glass belonged to a jewelry store. A couple of minutes later, he's walking out with an emptier wallet and box tied with a velvet blue ribbon.
He finds Keiji on the couch, no doubt resting after his shift. He hands him the box, hands shaking slightly as he watches Keiji pull the ribbon apart.
“This is for you.” I thought of you, goes unsaid.
He wishes he could say it out loud if only to darken the pink dusting his roommate’s cheeks.
“Can you… can you put it on me?”
And oh, Kiyoomi’s screwed. He nods, and clasps the necklace into place, settling right below his collarbones.
He presses a kiss on Keiji’s shoulder, lingering before turning Keiji to face him.
He doesn’t know what possesses him to say the ‘K’ stands for his name, but he doesn’t regret it when he sees Keiji soften.
And when Keiji pulls him close, he feels as if Keiji wouldn’t mind him close to his heart.
And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis
Kiyoomi lowers his lips from Keiji’s cheeks to his neck and sucks a bruise where the chain falls.
He hears Keiji inhale sharply, his hands fisting his shirt.
“Keiji—”
“Bed.”
And who is Kiyoomi to deny Keiji anything?
After all, Keiji is the reason he transformed his bed from a stiff mattress to a memory foam one per Keiji’s request, seeing as how he’s usually pushed down on it.
People started talking, putting us through our paces
Kiyoomi knew everyone started suspecting him of being in a relationship. It wasn’t like he was hiding it either. The hickeys and scratch marks made for great gossip, apparently juicy enough for Motoya to confront him about his “relationship.”
I knew there was no one in the world who could take it
“No couple can last long in this type of situation Kiyoomi,” Motoya tried to reason to deaf ears.
And he’s right. Other couples wouldn’t have lasted as long as Kiyoomi and Keiji, but they weren’t even a couple to begin with.
I had a bad feeling
Besides, they have nothing to lose, so why not continue this arrangement?
But we were dancing
Kiyoomi held Keiji, with each hand on each side of Keiji’s hips. He presses a kiss to the star tattoo on the left side of Keiji’s lower stomach. Then he looked up at Keiji.
“Would you get a tattoo of my name?” Kiyoomi jokingly asked.
“If you really wanted me to.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
If Keiji did get a tattoo of Kiyoomi’s name, everyone will talk. Everyone would want to know when they got together, how they got together, or why they got together.
Maybe they both wouldn’t mind it.
Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied
Kiyoomi went to lay his head on Keiji’s chest, listening to Keiji’s heartbeat as he traced circles on his stomach. They laid there in silence, both of them thinking about the same thing.
It wouldn’t hurt for them to be together, but are they ready?
Yeah, we were dancing
Yet when they accidentally confess to each other in the heat of the moment, there’s no doubt that they want this. There’s no hesitation when they repeat the confessions later, or in the morning, or even into the next week. They want to be together.
Like it was the first time, first time
They lost too much time dancing around each other with no label to call their relationship, but they dont mind it now that they can freely show each other off, not really caring what others think.
And the first they do once they make it official?
Walk into the dance floor with Kiyoomi’s hand on Keiji’s waist, holding onto him tightly for the first time in public.
Kiyoomi spins his boyfriend, giggling as Keiji smiles widely at him and only for him.
And everyone catches a glimpse of Kiyoomi’s name tattooed on Keiji's inner thigh that’s littered with bite marks thanks to Kiyoomi‘s fingers pulling up his shorts as they kiss for the world to see.
Yeah, we were dancing