"Kazu."

"Hm?" Kazuna didn't lift his gaze from the book he's pretending to read, flipping a page his eyes randomly scans.

"Can I ask you something?" Tomohisa called again and sat on the floor.

Directly before him, Kazuna finally looked at Tomohisa then his eyes landed on the clothing clutched by the other's hand. 'Is he gonna suspect me now?' Kazuna feels as though he needs to clear the air, but since the opportunity presented itself for him to see how Tomohisa gets jealous, he couldn't just let this little chance slip without giving it a shot.

"What's with that?"

"Yeah, that's what I want to know, too." Tomohisa blinked at the crinkled shirt in his grasp. "Here."

Upon flipping it, a pink kiss mark popped into view, its quirky color a striking contrast on the white fabric. Of course, Kazuna knows about it because he was the one who placed it where Tomohisa could easily spot it with the stain visible. For a brief moment, he studied Tomohisa's blank expression and darted his eyes back to the shirt.

"It's a lipstick stain. What of it?"

Exasperated, Tomohisa slumped to the floor and placed the shirt on the table. Kazuna watched his every move carefully, the anticipation feeding into his curiosity even more.

"Are you seeing someone else?"

"I'm seeing only you."

"Well, I didn't do this, and it's not like you'd kiss your own shirt, no?"

He watched Tomohisa turn with a dejected face. Intrigued, Kazuna waits and says nothing. They both sat in heavy silence for a moment before Tomohisa called his attention once more.

"Do you just let other people touch you?"

"I have boundaries, Tomohisa. And no, I don't."

"It was just a question."

"Yeah, didn't sound like one." Kazuna hoped he managed to tone down the irk creeping into him.

"It was, believe me," he replied flatly. His back still facing the blond, Tomohisa let out a heavy sigh. "You know, if somebody else is making you happier," his voice that was almost a whisper cracked, "I'd understand. If you just tell me…"

Kazuna ponders for a moment as he's ready to give in and slides down the couch so he could sit next to Tomohisa, cheeks flushed and warm.

This is stupid.

Tomohisa glanced at him when his phone suddenly rang.

"Check your phone. I sent something."

"We're still talking."

"Just for a second. You said you'd understand, right?"

Words weren't necessary as hurt was painted all over Tomohisa's face, how his heart sank from the way his fingers trembled so lightly as he swiped it open, completely uncertain of what he was about to see. Kazuna felt genuinely guilty for his little experiment, but following Tomohisa's small movements in this state was enough affirmation against whatever hints of doubt he had in mind.

With Tomohisa's eyes glued on the video playing on his screen, Kazuna found it to be the perfect chance. He clears his throat and starts over. "I-I know you're mad 'cause I made you worry for nothing, but–"

Tomohisa caught him in his arms, the video still playing in the background with several other voices that were all too familiar. This man didn't have an outburst or yelled at him. Among many scenarios Kazuna had played out in his imagination, he hadn't thought of Tomohisa being so shattered at the mere thought of him leaving.

"You're mean, Kazu. So mean."

Kazuna admits he set himself up for this—all because his curiosity nagged at him. Besides, he didn't know Tomohisa would be the type to jump quickly into conclusions in this situation.

"Look, I was going to explain everything."

"You looked indifferent when I was asking a while ago."

"I was trying not to let myself mess up the act and got carried away…sorry. The guys wouldn't believe I pulled it though."

" Oh ," Tomohisa scoffed. "Somebody suggested the idea then?"

"No," Kazuna averted his eyes and smiled sheepishly. "We got talking after the interview, and the conversation just kind of landed there, how we look jealous from others' perspective. When I asked about you, they thought I was being funny."

"And what do you think I'm like?"

"Interesting...? I couldn't really imagine a solid image." Kazuna shrugged. "I've never really seen you jealous or anything—well, before this."

"...'s only you who hasn't… " Tomohisa mumbled.

"Hm?"

Tomohisa shook his head and let his weight fall on his partner.

"You're heavy––Ah!" Kazuna exclaimed as he fell with his back on the floor. Tomohisa's head lay on his chest, and Kazuna could feel his breath brush through his own shirt.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have misled you like that." He gently stroked Tomohisa's hair, fiddling with the soft tips of his white strands. He studies the rise and fall of Tomohisa's shoulders resting on him, drastically different from the way they're so tensed up earlier.

"One more thing." Tomohisa says.

"And I'm off the hook?"

"I'll consider."

"Okay, shoot."

"Who did you think I'd be jealous of?"

"Uh…" Kazuna genuinely hasn't thought of anyone in particular.

Tomohisa sat up, his face hovering over Kazuna's still figure. "I presume you think I'd be jealous of a girl getting close with you? Like that stained kiss mark."

"It was really just a spur of the moment thing. Like isn't that what you'd commonly see them use in dramas?"

"Actually, yeah."

"But they've gotten creative these days so what I did was pretty outdated."

"I know, and not all kiss stains are from girls." Tomohisa side-eyed.

"Are you still mad?" Kazuna couldn't help the guilt prickling at his conscience. "There really isn't anyone. Besides, nobody else is interested in me that way."

Tomohisa frowned. "Kazu, I don't think you're aware of how many people look at you the same way I do. How could I know if someone else caught your attention and they're…better for you."

"That's not true." Kazuna's brows furrowed as he slowly sat up. He brought his gaze up to meet Tomohisa's. "Even so, do you think I'm that shallow?"

Tomohisa shook his head, blue eyes longing still for the beautiful man before him. "All I'm saying is if there will come a time when you no longer lo–"

Kazuna abruptly cupped his face in between his warm hands and went for a kiss. "Can we stop saying senseless things, Tomohisa?" He kissed him again, slower this time, and broke away to study Tomohisa's reaction. Kazuna kissed him once more until he felt Tomohisa hum into the union, finally agreeing with his request.

Tomohisa suddenly broke into laughter, his teary features still gorgeous despite the gloom hanging over him like a raincloud.

"Something funny?"

"I was right. You kissed your own shirt."

Kazuna blushed. "You should delete that video now."

"Hikaru would still have a copy though. For all you know, even Tatsu, Mikado, and Momo have theirs. Why shouldn't I have mine?"

"Th-that's–"

"Maybe I should call Hikaru for extra footage and photos."

"Please don't." He groaned. " I shouldn't have done that ."

Kazuna propped himself up and returned to his previous spot on the couch. "Oh yeah, does this mean I'm forgiven now?"

"No."

"Huh??"

Tomohisa snaked one arm around the blond's chest and another under his thighs and, in one quick swoop, had Kazuna in a princess carry.

"Wait—where are we going?"

"In my room. I want kisses. Then you're forgiven."

Kazuna's weight sank on the soft sheets as Tomohisa finally let him go. He then sat on the floor before the confused blond and quickly secured his arms on both sides.

"I'm ready." Tomohisa tilts his head and playfully bats his lashes.

Kazuna sighs lovingly at his demand and cups his cheek. "Aren't you supposed to close your eyes?"

"Yeah, no. I'd very much like to–"

Kazuna cut him off with a surprise kiss that Tomohisa returned with more eagerness. Kazuna broke away but gave his cheeks a light pinch, bursting into laughter the next second.

"Got you."

Tomohisa just watched him laugh proudly. When Kazuna calmed down, he felt his own face growing hotter.

"T-that was surprisingly easy."

"Yeah? Well, maybe I should buy lipstick too and have you kiss one of my shirts."

"I guess that's fine. Just don't wear it outside."

"Wow, you're missing the whole point, Kazu."

"You're definitely gonna get in trouble for that."

"I know, but that's a problem for future me. And you still have one right now."

"Wh—I thought you said a kiss?"

"Kiss- es ." Tomohisa corrected. "Five hundred will do…maybe."

Kazuna rolled his eyes. "Make up your mind."

"If you continue giving me more kisses, I'd probably consider it enough."

"But you said the same thing earlier!"

"For real this time." Tomohisa hums as Kazuna inches closer once more. "Make it a thousand and we're good."

"Right, stop talking." Kazuna's chuckles softly brushed against his face before melting into their kiss.

The next morning, Hikaru couldn't help but laugh at his phone screen. He woke up to a barrage of messages from Tomohisa, requesting all media he took of Kazuna when they were messing around the dressing room after the recorded interview.