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Keigo Takami, a well-known model all over the covers of magazines in Japan, was trying his hardest to get out of his shoot. He’s been standing in the same pose for over an hour, and the white walls he was surrounded by were making him go crazy, especially his uncomfortably tight clothes.
"C'mon, man, isn’t it late, Toko?" Keigo whined.
A black-haired man, squatting and holding a camera, stared at the blonde. unimpressed, “Look, they said they needed these shots, so stop bitching, and we’ll get this done.”
Keigo made a pouting face and grumbled, “You don’t have to be mean about it, Fumikage.”
The boy grabbed a pencil and flung it at the model, scowling.
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Keigo finally finished his shoot after hours and hours of retakes and whining. He went to his dressing room to change out of his outfit, which he had to keep in better shape, according to Rumi’s order. He put on his normal clothes and sighed, grabbing his phone and trying to turn it on, but to no avail; it was dead.
SHIT!
The blonde rummaged around in the room looking for his charger, which he knew for sure was in there…somewhere. He tossed papers and pens and cloth off of the table in front of the mirror.
“I know it’s somewhere here... it should be in my-”
He stopped, thinking back to what happened in the morning before he left.
“Keigo, wake your ass up! Keigo, you’re gonna be late!”
That woke him right up. He opened his eyes to reveal a beautiful white-haired man with chilling blue eyes glaring at him. He pushed himself out of bed reluctantly, but with a rush to hurry and get out of the house to work. Making his way to the opposite side of the closet, he pulled out random clothes and hurriedly put them on, rushing into the living room and grabbing his bag.
“Don’t forget your charger, asshat,” the blue-eyed man yelled.
Keigo waved him off, hopping on one foot as he tried to pull his shoe on. “Can’t, gotta... shit, shit, shit! Gotta hurry!”
He finally managed to get both shoes on, without eating shit, and whipped open the door.
“See you tonight!
“Keigo wai-”
He slammed the door shut behind him, hurrying away, hoping to not be later than he already was.”
Shit…
“God, that was stupid of me." He said, his face falling into his palms.
He grabbed his phone off the table and tossed it on his back, making his way out of the building. As soon as the man made it out of the building, he was washed with a wave of coldness that somehow creeped its way into “his” thick black hoodie. He started debating whether or not he should call a ride...oh, wait.
“Nevermind…”
He started to make his way down the dimly lit street as cars passed by, causing the breeze to pick up. He really needed to know the time. As he turned the corner, he spotted a man walking towards the way he came from.
Should I ask him…he might think I’m weird. Keigo, just ask, goddammit!
The man almost passed him when he decided to speak up.
“Hey- uh… weird question… What's the time?”
The man looked up; he took an earbud out before glancing at his phone.
“Uh, 11:48,” he said, looking up with a kind smile.
“Thanks.” Keigo managed to muster out.
The man nodded before continuing to walk; the same was true with Keigo. He continued to make his way home, passing familiar landmarks, until he realized he was only a block away.
Finally!
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Inside a dimly lit room, a man was pacing back and forth in the living room, glancing at his phone, checking for any text messages or calls. He was wearing a white shirt, accompanied by basic black and white plaid pajama pants. His hair was pure white and messy, his eyes were blue, and his face sparkled with face piercings.
“Where the fuck is he?" he grumbled to himself.
He stared at his phone as he stopped pacing abruptly and snatched it, switching it on. He opened his messages and clicked on the most recent one.
Birdie
Keigo
Keigoooo
KEIGO TAKAMI
K
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I
G
O
11:56 PM
Okay wtf answer now
. . .
look idk wtf ur doin but where the hell r u
12:00 AM
mkay
dont respond idc
:/
12:10 AM
ok deadassss
>w<
im using that ironically so stfu
12:15 AM
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I’m finna eat ur food
fuck u
Sent at 12:26 AM
He sighed before tossing his phone on the couch. He closed his eyes as he was about to take a seat when the front door made a click and swung open. A blonde-haired man pushed his way inside, huffing as he flicked the switch on. He looked up as he dropped his bag, a nervous smile on his face.
“Hey….”
The white-haired man crossed his arms, a pissed expression on his face.
“Where the FUCK were you?!”
Keigo rolled his eyes, kicking off his shoes and setting his bag down next to them.
“Baby~ calm down; I just had a long shoot."
The white haired man scoffed, "So why the hell didn't you call me then?"
Keigo rubbed his neck in embarrassment, "I- Well…my phone…was, sorta, kinda dead."
He looked up to see a dead expression looking at him, "Well, NO SHIT! I told you to bring your dam charger but no~"
The white haired man continued to rant, pacing back and forth as Keigo tried not to laugh.
"Touya, Touya look, babe. I'm sorry~" he said, taking a step forward. Him and the man now standing chest to chest to the point Keigo could see the height difference between them.
Touya's face was flushed a dark shade of pink as he looked down at Keigo.
"What can I do to make it up to you, love." Keigo whispered softly, a grin spreading across his features.
Touya hesitated for a moment before grinning alos and pulling Keigo impossibly closer.
"Mmm…I don't know. Why don't we see, hmm?"