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“Did you hear?” someone whispered near him as Daichi sat at the bar in the small shop, eating ramen by himself. He was tired from work, but still his ears couldn’t help but perk up when he heard a name he was very familiar with. “PSC just announced their world tour! They’re finally coming to Japan to tour!”
Daichi’s ears burned and he quickly pulled out his phone. How had he missed this announcement? Sure enough, there was a notification on his phone. His favorite k-pop band was going on tour, and one of their concerts was in Japan, an hour from where he lived! Six months from now...
He slurped down the rest of his noodles and ran all the way home. As soon as the door closed behind him, he froze and pumped his fist in the air. Since their debut four years ago, he’d followed them. Only recently had they gained a lot of attention outside of Korea, and finally, finally, they were touring outside their home country. He would do whatever it took to get there, front row, close enough to see the expression on his favorite member’s face.
He unlocked his phone as he sank to the ground, staring at the photo in the news release on the concert. He stroked at the phone, at the pixelated silver hair, and bit at his lip. He was probably a little too obsessed for a 25 year old office worker, but Suga had struck a chord in his heart from the moment he’d laid eyes on him, and he’d followed their band, their social media sites and vlogs religiously since, buying all the CD’s and photo books.
He’d have to save his money from now on, glancing at the price list. Tickets would go on sale in a few months, and he was determined to get the best one.
x
“You haven’t been going out to eat lunch with us lately, Sawamura,” his office mate Kiyoko remarked as she leaned into his cubicle. “Are you all right?”
He turned in his chair and nodded at her, smiling. “I’m saving up for something.”
“Oh?” she remarked, mild surprise making her eyebrow quirk up. “For what?”
He opened his mouth but quickly shut it and turned away, hoping his blush wasn’t visible.
But Kiyoko just smiled and waved. “Good luck with it then,” and she walked off. He turned back to his computer and chewed at his lip.
A message came from his boss, asking if he’d like to work a little overtime and help with a project, and he eagerly accepted. In a week, the tickets would go on sale, and he’d even asked for the day off. He was almost to his money goal, just a little bit more. He shut his eyes and he could see one of the countless concert videos he’d seen play clearly in his head.
Someone called his name and he snapped out of it, blushing a bit again.
x
Daichi watched the clock tick down. He had his debit card ready, and he sat in his dorm pants and band shirt, fingers poised over his laptop as he sat on his bed.
As soon as the tickets went live, he clicked the button to purchase. VIP package, which included watching the band do a sound check before, front row seats, a light stick, and backstage passes. He had just enough money... It was nerve wracking, entering all his info and then watching the page process it. He clutched at his pants and prayed harder than he ever had before. The seconds dragged on.
The page flashed to a new one, and he almost couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d done it! He was going to see his favorite band live, to meet them... his heart slammed into his rib cage and he thought he couldn’t breathe for a moment. He almost didn’t believe it until he got his email confirmation of the ticket. And then he clutched his pillow to his chest and cried tears of joy.
He was a mess for the rest of the day, laying on his bed and sobbing over videos and photos. He couldn’t believe he was finally going to meet the person he adored most in the whole world.
x
His hair cut was fresh, his clothes were new, complete with a pun t-shirt about sugar, and his heart hadn’t slowed since he’d woken up this morning. He rode the train to the concert hall and could barely contain himself, his laughter or his sobs.
The concert hall was huge, and it took Daichi a while to even figure out where to enter and where to go. An attendant greeted him near the elevators, and asked to see his ticket. He was led to a small table, given a plastic card that identified him as a VIP, given a box with his light stick and commemorative stickers. He chuckled at the small drawn faces of the members, peeling off Suga’s face and sticking it on his badge.
“I see you have a favorite,” the girl grinned as she walked him inside the concert hall. It was really just a large stadium, workers still taping off the area in front of the stage and setting up chairs in rows behind it, more seats circling around above Daichi’s head, and he gawked around before slowly glancing back down and nodding shyly.
“Yeah, he’s always been my bias.”
She gave him a thumbs up, letting him know it was ok, he didn’t have to be embarrassed, and he forgot that he wasn’t the only person who was a wild fan of these guys. He grabbed his light stick tight and smiled brightly back at her.
“Well, this is the VIP section,” she told him as the two ducked under the rope around the section just in front of the stage. “You can stand here or sit down in the front row while they rehearse, just remember to be quiet and respectful. They do have a schedule to keep, and their practice is not the time for you to call attention to yourself.”
He nodded. It sounded harsh, but he was sure there were people who had done those very things before. A few other people, all girls, stood around inside the VIP section, and all cast him a glance as he stood awkwardly. The attendant noticed his discomfort and gave him a pat on the back.
“Enjoy yourself. Don’t mind anyone else. We’re all just fans here.”
He nodded and smiled again.
“They’ll be starting in about thirty minutes, so if you need the bathroom or some refreshments, I’d suggest you go now.”
“Oh, good idea,” he said, following her back out. She pointed out the nearest bathroom and concession stand. He took his time in the bathroom, checking his hair and teeth, washing his hands and wiping away the slight sheen on his forehead, then purchased a water from the food stand. He made his way back on shaky legs, gripping his water and light stick, still in disbelief that he was actually here. His bank account was basically empty, but he was so damn happy about it.
He walked back in and ducked under the rope just as a sound guy came out and some technicians, seven band members following behind. They were dressed in casual clothes (which was still high fashion in Daichi’s eyes), Suga the last one, his arm hooked around the leader’s and laughing about something. Akaashi smiled back at him.
His silver hair seemed to shimmer under the bright lights, and he was kind and smiled at everyone who spoke to him, as they checked his headset and in-ear’s volume. Daichi was enraptured, and almost like Suga could sense him staring, his eyes drifted over the small section Daichi stood in.
Their eyes locked, and Daichi forgot what breathing was. He went bright red, and though he was sure Suga couldn’t see anything with the bright lights in his face, he felt like the man was staring right at him. Several of the other members noticed Suga’s silence and walked over. More eyes scanned the small crowd and focused in on Daichi, and he felt like he was naked and bare. Oikawa, Akaashi, and Suga were now all looking in his direction, and the brown haired member elbowed Suga in the ribs, whispering something in his ear that made the grey-haired man blush. Daichi was sure he was imagining the way Suga glanced away like he was shy. Several of the girls glanced his way, and he was sure he imagined the dirty looks they gave him too. He shied closer to the left side of the stage, away from the others and closer to Suga’s side, and hugged his light stick to his chest.
Euphoria hit him the moment Suga opened his mouth, shyness forgotten, his voice blaring too loud over the speakers, sound technicians scrambling to adjust the audio. Daichi couldn’t help the huge grin that split his face in half. Everyone began talking or singing as they checked sound levels, Semi dancing a little by himself on the other side of the stage, Kageyama shaking his head at him before joining him, practicing the dances to one of their songs. Oikawa hopped over and began waving his arms in the air and thrusting his hips, and the other band members shook their heads.
At some point, Suga began running through vocal exercises and singing small parts of random songs, the other members sometimes joining in in harmony, and there were a few squeals from the girls near Daichi. He, however, was speechless, completely enraptured. Without knowing it, he moved closer.
When all the sound was good, the seven members rearranged themselves to practice a song, forming a v pattern, and the music started, drumming directly through Daichi’s entire rib cage. He watched them move, closer now than he’d ever seen, watched their muscles flex and hair sway, sweat dripping as they moved through the complex choreography. The song ended and Daichi had his hands clutched by his chin.
His finger jerked and his light stick accidentally lit up, and seven pairs of eyes flicked over to him. Everyone quickly looked away, but a golden pair lingered on him, and Daichi felt compelled to mutter an apology to Suga after he’d scrambled to flip it back off. More discontented murmuring beside him, but he was too wrapped up in Suga’s stare to notice or care. Those eyes only snapped away when Shirabu called that it was time to go get ready for the show, the other members already mostly off the stage.
Daichi’s heart dropped as he watched Suga leave, feeling sad and exhilarated all at once. He stuffed his light stick carefully in his back pocket and moved out to find food, ignoring the girls whispering about him.
He was glued to the stage once more when 6:45 rolled around, the concert starting around 8, but normal attendees filing in at 7. Slowly the seats and VIP section filled with normal ticket holders and lower package VIP members, those who’d opted only for front row seating and not spent the extra $200 for early and back stage access. So many girls crowded around him, the security guards watching them closely and guarding the stage from over-zealous fans. Daichi flipped through the settings of his light stick, noticed the color changes to signify the different members, the fast and slow strobes for different songs. He set his to Suga’s color, a soft pink, and set it to a slow strobe for now. 8 o’clock creeped up slowly, and his neck was already strained from watching the screens above him, playing music videos and short clips of the band. He almost cried when Suga came on screen and delivered a heart-felt message to the fans, many “Aww”s and “He’s so cute”s echoing around him.
The lights dimmed finally and the arena filled with loud, thumping bass notes. He could hear the soft shuffling of feet before him, more than see the members move, and he waited in heart-stopping anticipation. Soft, glowing lights cast a warm hue over the arena as light sticks were turned on and switched to bias’ colors, and Daichi clutched his own to his chest. His eyes tried to make out shapes on the stage.
The music cut off suddenly, murmurs building, until the lights on stage flashed on and their newest song began playing loud and startling. Screams resonated around him and he got caught up in it. Oikawa began the song, then Kageyama, and finally Suga began singing, and he parted his lips and screamed Suga’s name, chanted with the crowd during the musical interludes.
Suga was glowing. All of them looked excited, of course, but the silver-haired member especially looked ready to burst out of his skin with happiness. Daichi raised his light stick high in the air and waved it around. Suga’s eyes caught for a moment on the color of his stick and he blew a kiss to a section of fans, Daichi amongst them.
Daichi didn’t even care when everyone crowded around him and started jostling him as they danced. He laughed and danced along, watching for cues from certain members to wave their light sticks in certain patterns or change the strobe of them, and he felt so swept away in the entire experience.
His favorite song began playing and he screamed his lungs out in excitement, dancing along with the members in his head, watched in awe as they freestyled during the bridge or moved to the edge of the stage to touch the extended hands of anxious fans. Daichi stuck his own hand out, Oikawa the first to touch him, and they linked eyes for a moment and Oikawa winked at him and blew out a kiss. All the girls behind Daichi screamed shrilly, but Daichi just blinked up at him in surprise. He didn’t even see Suga come up behind Oikawa until their hands were touching, Suga gripping his fingers tight and beaming down at him.
“Suga!” he yelled in awe, gold eyes gazing right at him, and he raised his light stick in a daze to wave it.
Suga mouthed something, pointing to his chest, and Daichi glanced down at his own. When he looked back up, Suga was already flitting off, but he saw a split second of a wide smile, a laugh, and Daichi clutched at his pun-y shirt and giggled like a school girl. He could still feel Suga’s touch on his fingers.
The rest of the concert was a daze. He cried when Suga sang his solo song and laughed when the members took a small intermission and sat on the stage, joking around between the members and the audience. He didn’t know if he was dreaming it, but he thought Suga’s eyes kept drifting over to him.
When the last song ended and the band members said their tearful thanks and goodbyes, Daichi couldn’t believe it. His cheeks were wet and he chanted with the rest of the audience, “One more song!”
They chanted and chanted until the members ran back on stage and called out more thanks again, waving their arms and seamlessly transitioning into one last song. It was a fast and catchy tune, and everyone matched their strobes to the tempo of it, waving them around as the members danced one last time. They broke halfway through and came to stand at the edge of the stage, waving and blowing kisses. Daichi raised his light stick high, Suga on the other end of the stage, and Semi waved Suga over.
Suga shuffled close to the other and glanced down, grinning wide when he saw Daichi straining to raise his stick high, and he leaned out to touch it with his fingers. Without thinking, Daichi carefully tossed it up to him and Suga yelped in happy surprise, dancing off with it, rallying the other members to dance with him. He waved the light stick high in the air and pointed it towards Daichi as they said their actual final goodbyes, thanked fans for their support and love as they promised to do even better next year. Daichi’s heart was in his throat as he watched Suga skip off, Daichi’s light stick clutched to his chest and beaming wide.
He waited for everyone to shuffle out slowly, the attendant from earlier coming to collect all the VIPs with backstage access when everyone else was gone. Daichi shuffled behind everyone at the end of the line, a little behind, his heart pumping blood so fast that he felt a little weak and woozy.
They were led backstage, squeals and yells of members’ names as the girls pressed into the small backstage room. Daichi was the last in, the door closing softly behind him. He took in the expressions of the members as they greeted their fans and signed badges and shirts. Oikawa was drinking it all up, Kageyama and Kenma looking awkward as all get out, Shirabu and Akaashi standing stoic, and Semi joking around with his fans. Suga was smiling, his eyes on the three girls before him, begging for his attention, but he looked incredibly tired as he gave hugs and signed things. The girls moved away and Suga glanced around the room slowly.
Daichi stood still by the door, frozen. Suga’s eyes landed on him and he thought he’d died. A warm smile that crinkled his eyes broke out on Suga’s face, his eyes sparking to life with a glimmer, and Daichi clutched at his chest like he’d just been shot in the heart. That smile was what made him fall in love with Suga as his bias of PSC, and he felt frozen in time, disbelief numbing his brain. Some girls ran over to Suga and he slowly pulled his eyes from Daichi to engage them, but his whole body seemed to emanate that he was waiting for Daichi, his quick glances up a clear sign for Daichi to get his butt over to him.
He finally did so, so nervous as he hovered silently behind the girls, not daring to call attention to himself, and yet it felt like every part of Suga zeroed in on his presence. The girls cast glances back at him and slowly dispersed, not showing any displeasure in front of Suga, but Daichi could still sense it.
And then Suga’s eyes locked on his own. The silver-haired man breathed out a soft, “Hello there,” and Daichi thought he could die happy now.
“I believe this is yours,” Suga said in that angelic voice, a coy smile on his lips as he pulled something from his back pocket and pressed it into Daichi’s hands. He didn’t look down, only confirming with his hands that it was his light stick, and he blushed red. Suga chuckled. “Was I correct?”
Daichi nodded quickly, still speechless.
Suga laughed again and said, “Thanks for lending it to me.”
“Any time!” Daichi yelped out, his voice shaking in his nervousness, but Suga just smiled.
Two more girls called for his attention as they ran up, and Daichi felt a hand smack against his back. He glanced behind himself in shock and came face to face with Oikawa, Akaashi right behind him. He turned quickly and thrust his hand out to shake theirs.
Oikawa laughed and pulled Daichi to a couch behind him, the two plopping down, Oikawa laughing and Daichi unsure of anything, his eyes darting back to Suga’s.
“Hey! Is Suga the only one you like or something?” Oikawa teased as he leaned towards Daichi. Semi came to stand in front of them, blocking Daichi’s view of Suga, and he looked up instead.
“We don’t get a lot of guys in the VIP section,” Oikawa said when Daichi finally turned to him.
“Sorry-“ muttered Daichi, but Oikawa waved him off.
“No, no! It’s not a bad thing.” He grinned and then leaned in, his voice going a little softer as he whispered, “Hey, hey, can I tell you a secret?”
Daichi nodded, eyes wide in surprise. Oikawa was so close to his face, his smile so close, and Daichi could smell what he assumed was his shampoo.
“Suga prefers the male fans.”
The couch dipped beside Daichi on his other side, and Semi leaned close to his other ear. “We don’t get a lot, but still, Suga’s never reacted to any of them like he has to you.”
Oikawa again. “He likes guys better, but seems to like you the best.”
Then the two pulled away and left Daichi bright red, shrugging casually.
“Be nice to our baby,” they chimed as they stood and wrangled the two girls clinging to Suga away. Daichi clutched his light stick in his lap and shivered when Suga’s eyes traveled to him. Voices seemed to fade as Suga slowly made his way to sit next to Daichi.
“Hey again,” he greeted, and Daichi could barely manage a stiff nod. “Relax,” breathed Suga as he sat forward, elbows in his knees and chin in his hands, eyes seeming to drink Daichi in.
“We don’t get a lot of guy fans,” he said, like an echo of Oikawa’s words, and Daichi went red again. Suga blinked in surprise. “Did Oikawa say something to you?” he guessed, suddenly seeming embarrassed and unsure.
“Only good things,” Daichi managed to choke out. He cleared his throat and finally smiled, his stiff face relaxing a little.
Suga covered his face in embarrassment, but he was still smiling wide. His knee bumped against Daichi’s and they both shivered.
“Sorry,” Suga murmured, but he didn’t sound sorry at all, his knee not pulling back, and Daichi’s skin felt electrified at the slightest contact. “Tell me if-“ Suga breathed, but Daichi shook his head. This was fine. He didn’t want Suga to pull back. It wasn’t uncomfortable, was very welcome.
Suga nodded and slowly shuffled closer. His fingers grazed Daichi’s.
“I like your shirt,” he said in a soft voice, a smile on his face again, but it was a different smile than the ones Daichi had seen before, directed at the camera or other fans.
Daichi pulled at his shirt and grinned shyly down at it. “It’s a little cheesy,” he apologized, but Suga shook his head.
“It shows you took the time to pick it out, just for tonight.” He pressed his lips together and then added, softer still, “Just for me.”
“Yeah,” breathed Daichi as Suga curled his fingers around his pinky, leaned in a little closer. He smelled so sweet. He was wearing a different outfit than the one he’d worn on stage, a nice tee with khaki dorm-style pants, and Daichi could tell he’d just showered too from the way his hair lay mussed and natural. He wanted to reach out and finger a soft curl, but he just drank Suga in with his eyes instead.
It seemed so surreal as they sat like that and talked. Suga told some stories about their trainee days and Daichi talked about his own life, which seemed so boring in comparison, but Suga seemed enthralled. Suga laughed genuinely at his jokes, and he nodded along eagerly to every story Suga told.
Suddenly, Suga cast his eyes around the room, looked at the girls still crowding around the other guys, all of them sharing snacks now from a table across the room, and when he turned back to Daichi, there was a fire in his eyes.
“Wanna see our dressing room?” Suga asked slowly, his voice dropping lower, more sultry. Daichi shivered and nodded mechanically. With no one paying any attention, Suga took Daichi’s hand and pulled him into another, smaller room, shutting the door behind the two of them. Oikawa and Akaashi glanced up and caught Daichi’s eyes just before, smiling knowingly and approvingly.
Daichi froze and stood awkwardly as Suga moved away and slowly spun around the dressing room. “This is where they make us look pretty and we get dressed.”
“You’re always pretty,” Daichi blurted out without thinking, and Suga beamed wide even as his cheeks colored softly. Daichi hid in his hands and whispered, “Oh, god,” mortified.
But cool hands soon grabbed his and he was tugged forward, to a chair with Suga’s name on it, sitting his own butt down on the small dressing table in front of Daichi. A mirror and lights were at his back, and Daichi was glad Suga’s frame blocked his view of himself in the mirror. He chuckled nervously even as his hands clutched at the arms of the chair he sat in, thinking Suga had sat in it earlier, getting prepped.
There was silence for a while, Daichi looking around the room to distract himself from the heart-stopping reality that the man he’d been following and imagining in his mind for so many years, the man he thought he’d never be in the same country with, let alone the same room, was right there. When the silence became too long, even Suga began to fidget nervously.
“Sorry, this is maybe weird...” he murmured. Daichi’s eyes snapped up to his and the look he saw there, the realization that his idol was as nervous as he was, made him a little braver.
“It’s not weird, just surreal,” he responded honestly. “I never thought that I’d get this chance.”
Suga smiled and clutched his fingers together. “We don’t really get a lot of guys buying the full VIP packages for our concerts, so it was honestly so nice to see you walk in.” He looked away and laughed. “I know it sounds full of myself, but when you have so many girls storm you all the time, it gets so tiresome and they all start to look the same.”
“That’s mean,” Daichi said with a chuckle, and Suga agreed with a glimmer of laughter in his eyes.
“So tell me, what’s the one thing you always wanted to do if you ever met me?”
Daichi blinked in surprise, and then turned bright red. Suga tossed his head back, his laughter so beautiful.
“Is it that dirty?”
“No! No, no-!” Daichi shook his head and hands, but Suga caught his fingers with his own hands. Daichi blinked at him in surprise.
“Can I tell you a secret? I haven’t told anyone but the other 6, and I want to tell you.”
Daichi nodded slowly, wondering if he was worthy to bear this secret knowledge.
Suga leaned forward, his hands on Daichi’s shoulders, eyes watching each other. He was silent for a while, his lips finally trembling into an awkward smile as he whispered, “This is nerve- wracking.”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Daichi tried reassuringly, but Suga took a deep breath and shook his head.
“I’m gay.” He straightened up a little and then smiled like a weight had been lifted, Daichi awestruck by the beauty of this man before him. He smiled back, and Suga colored a little at the easy acceptance. He sat up straight again. “I know it’s wrong, but that’s why the girl fans get to be too much for me sometimes. Because they have expectations and come to me with hope in their eyes, and I-“ He fell silent, then shook his head. “Sorry, you must be disappointed that I’m so mean and bitter in real life.”
Daichi didn’t think he could fully understand, but he could imagine how Suga felt a bit. Instead of reassuring him that he was insanely sweet, he instead said, “Would you like to hear a secret of mine as well, one that I’ve never told a single person until now.”
Suga’s eyes went wide. “Are you sure you want me to be the first to hear it?” And Daichi nodded, very, very sure.
“I’m gay as well.” And then he beamed up at Suga, trying not to show how happy it made him that they shared this, their secret and sexuality. “Well, bi, to be exact, but...”
“So you get it a little?” Suga said with a soft chuckle.
“Well, I don’t have girls crowding around me...” Daichi said with an upward pull of his lips.
Suga grinned. “So, you still haven’t answered my earlier question.”
Daichi blinked up at him, confused.
“About the one thing you’d like to do if you ever met me.”
Daichi breathed in deep, considering; there were so many things... Finally he opted for, “A hug.”
Suga laughed, soft and clear. “Is that really all? We just shared our deepest secret with each other.”
“Then,” Daichi altered shyly, his voice dropping down to barely audible, “a kiss.”
Suga hummed happily. He leaned forward, Daichi reacting automatically and tilting his chin up, even as he felt overwhelmed and wanted to punch himself. But then Suga shifted forward and he slid into Daichi’s lap, wrapped his arms around the man, and Daichi went stock still. Suga was incredibly warm against him, alive and real, and with heavy limbs he hugged Suga back.
When Suga showed no signs of pulling away, he tightened his grip, pressed his cheek against soft, silver curls, and let the moment sink into his bones.
“Can you believe,” whispered Suga, right into his ear, hot breath against the shell of it, “that you told me you were gay before you told me your name.”
Daichi went bright red, eyes going wide as he pulled back. He was about to respond when something warm and soft pressed against his lips. His eyes shuttered closed.
Suga was kissing him.
He couldn’t process it. His arms tightened and he kissed back, but he couldn’t believe it at all. When Suga pulled back slowly, Daichi husked out, “Daichi. That’s my name.”
Suga took one of Daichi’s hands in his own and shook it. “Hello, Daichi. My name’s Koushi.”
“Ah- Suga...” Daichi choked. Suga clicked his tongue and leaned back to his ear.
In a husky voice, he whispered, “Call me Koushi, Daichi.”
“Ko-“ Daichi began, but he was cut off by lips on his lips again and a warm hand on his cheek.
When Suga pulled back again, he fully breathed out, “Koushi,” disbelief, wonder, his heart singing at the angelic face before him. He loosened his grip around Suga’s hips for a moment, but then he thought, no, he didn’t want this to end. He wanted Suga, wanted more. Maybe it was selfish, but tonight he’d go home and never see Suga again, so...
Suga responded with his own arms around Daichi’s neck. The two pressed their foreheads together.
“I knew our first tour outside Korea would be magical, but I never imagined it would be this amazing.” A soft hand stroked over Daichi’s cheek, and he leaned into it.
“I don’t want this to end,” he whispered honestly. “Whether it’s a dream or reality, I don’t want this to come to an end.”
Suga rubbed their noses softly together and murmured, “Me either.”
Daichi opened his eyes and looked up at Suga’s soft brown ones, smiled as he nudged his nose against a warm cheek, pressed up for another kiss. This one was a little more heated, the two growing more comfortable, bolder. Suga licked his tongue over Daichi’s lips, and he quickly parted them with a heated sigh. Angles changed and Daichi pressed deeper, the tips of their tongues carefully dancing against each other, a question, a wish, before they simultaneously pressed deeper, tongues curling together as their lips moved in harmony.
When they pulled back, slow and almost unwillingly, Suga whispered in a low voice, “I won’t let this be the end, Daichi.”
Daichi had so many questions fill his head, but then Suga’s smile and next words wiped them all away.
“I barely know you, but I can already tell that I’ve been waiting my whole life to meet you. You’re just the guy I’ve always wanted.”
Daichi shook his head. “No, I’m not worthy... You’re pure perfection, Koushi, and I-“
“And you’re perfection to me,” said Suga, no room for argument, his eyes serious, his lips set in determination.
Daichi couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. “This is insane,” he said. He hugged Suga tighter, still in shock that this was real. These things didn’t happen to regular people like him.
“Give me your phone,” Suga said, Daichi digging around his back pocket before fishing it out, handing it over. Suga slid to open his camera, turned the camera around and held the phone aloft. “Smile, Daichi,” he whispered.
Daichi was expecting one photo, a selfie where he looked like an awkward mess and Suga an angel, but he got three. One awkward smile, the second more natural, and then Suga kissed him on his cheek, the camera catching his surprised reaction.
“So you don’t ever think that you imagined this,” Suga said as he clutched at Daichi’s shirt, holding his phone in his other hand, the last photo of them two glowing up at them.
Daichi blinked and nodded.
Suga took one of Daichi’s hands in his own, maneuvered a finger to unlock his phone. He was typing something out, but Daichi was too focused on his face, drinking in every detail. His hair fell soft against his forehead, unstyled, no make-up on his beautiful face. His lips were plump and pink, and he smelled wonderful. He was light on Daichi’s lap, but enough of a weight that Daichi knew this was real. He pulled Suga a little closer, and when the other looked up, Daichi captured his lips again.
A hand fisted once again into his shirt, his phone dropping into their laps as Suga combed his other hand into Daichi’s short locks at the back of his head. He pulled him closer, deeper, tongue darting out to taste Daichi.
“I gave you my number,” Suga whispered when they pulled back. “I expect you to message me.” His eyes were hopeful, round, expectant. Daichi nodded quickly.
“Don’t you dare chicken out.”
He nodded again.
“If you do, I’ll quit the band to come find you.”
“I’ll message you!” Daichi swore.
Suga went a little limp and he husked, “Please,” so cute and desperate, his lips warm against Daichi’s jaw. “Please.”
“I swear,” he said again.
Their arms tightened around each other.
“I want you to tell me about other things you want to do with me. I want you to get to know the real me, and I want to know the real you.”
Daichi nodded, pulling back. “You’re beautiful, Suga. This is like a dream.”
Suga colored a little, but Daichi had glanced away.
“I’m sure you hear that all the time, sorry,” he mumbled, self-conscious.
But Suga took his face in his hands and smiled at him. “You’re the only one I want to hear those words from. The only one that matters.”
Daichi went a little redder and Suga smiled.
“You’re so handsome.”
He blinked up at Suga, so taken aback. He opened his mouth to utter denials, but Suga covered his lips with two thumbs.
“Daichi, you’re perfect. The moment I saw you... you’re exactly my type.” Suga went a little red, embarrassed. “Don’t make fun of my feelings.”
Daichi’s eyes went wide and he shook his head.
“I wouldn’t just do this with any guy. I’m not doing this just because you’re a guy... Do you get it?” Suga asked, suddenly unsure.
“Koushi,” Daichi called. He wanted to convince himself that this was all a dream to protect his hopes and fragile heart, but he thought of the things Suga had shared with him, the secrets and the phone number and the kisses, and he knew it would be a huge disservice to Suga if he didn’t believe. “I don’t know why,” he said finally. “I don’t know why it’s me, but I’m so... so happy. You’ve really made my dreams come true, and I hope... I hope one day I can make yours come true as well.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” Suga warned, and Daichi responded back easily with a, “Please do.”
They kissed a little more, hugged for a long while, only unfolding themselves from each other when someone knocked on the door and called that it was time to leave. Suga begrudgingly pulled himself off of Daichi’s lap, and he suddenly felt cold at the loss of Suga’s warmth. He stood up stiffly, his shoulder grazing against Suga’s, and the other reached out to intertwine their fingers together. He stood on tip toes and kissed Daichi once more.
“Message me, tonight,” he begged, and Daichi nodded.
“I miss you already,” he whispered back, and Suga muttered his agreement.
“Come on, you two lovebirds,” called a voice from outside, and Suga led Daichi out by the hand, the latter red as a tomato.
He expected comments or words of sass, but when he finally looked up, the other six members were smiling softly. Semi slapped a hand against Suga’s back, and he stuttered out an embarrassed, “Everyone, this is Daichi.”
And Daichi bowed his head and said, “I’ll be in your care.”
Oikawa was the first to move or speak. He gathered Daichi into a hug, though it seemed his ulterior motive was to threaten into his ear, “If you hurt Koushi, I’ll murder you.”
Daichi nodded, finding this completely acceptable.
Suga tugged on his hand after they’d gathered their things, looking up at Daichi through his light lashes. The two echoed the same sentiment that they didn’t want this to end, so Daichi followed Suga and the others out to their bus. The other six climbed on board, but Suga stopped Daichi right inside the door of the venue. He swung his arm over Daichi’s shoulders, stretched up. His eyes were a little wet.
“I’ve just met you, and I already feel so much... about you, about tonight...”
“Me too,” Daichi husked back. His own eyes were getting teary. “Don’t forget about me, Koushi.”
“Never,” he swore. He kissed Daichi slow, warm. “Message me. Don’t forget.”
Daichi nodded.
“I’ve got to go,” Suga finally whispered, hugging Daichi once more. He pulled away and stepped outside, but Daichi caught his hand one last time. Their eyes locked again, and Daichi kissed Suga’s palm.
“I’ll treasure you, Koushi, whatever way this ends up going. I’ll always support you, be your biggest fan. I’ll always follow you.”
Suga’s teeth snapped on his bottom lip like he’d cry, but now everyone was calling him to the bus and he really had to go. He let go and backed away, finally turning when it was too much.
Daichi watched the bus roll away and he felt in his heart how incredible this whole evening had been. He pulled out his phone the moment it was out of sight, unlocked it. His fingers moved fast. Then he walked out of the venue with his heart in his hands, so full of hopes and dreams and happiness.
His phone buzzed in his hand and he glanced down at it, smiling wide.
To: Koushi
Hello, beautiful.
To: Daichi
I miss you already, Daichi.