Sekai stirred awake slowly, the weight of sleep still tugging at his senses. His body felt unusually heavy, as though he had been pulled from the depths of a deep and satisfying dream. The bed beneath him was soft—almost too soft—and the sheets were unfamiliar. Groggily, he opened his eyes, blinking against the sunlight that filtered through pale curtains.
The room around him was foreign yet oddly comforting, as if it held an air of familiarity he couldn’t place. He frowned, sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair. The space was bright, tidy, and filled with personal touches.
His gaze wandered over the furniture—a sleek dresser adorned with framed photos he couldn’t quite make out, a nightstand with a digital clock and a couple of books stacked neatly on it, and walls decorated with posters of classic dance competitions and trophies lined up on floating shelves. The medals gleamed faintly in the morning light, their presence both reassuring and disorienting.
“Those… look like mine,” Sekai muttered under his breath, his fingers trailing over the edge of the bed.
And yet, amidst the familiarity, there were other elements that didn’t quite align with his understanding of his life. On one shelf sat a lineup of EXILE merchandise—concert goods Sekai distinctly recognized as the kind Taiki liked to collect.
Nearby, a couple of Disney plush toys sat side by side with Taiki’s favorite DVD concerts stacked neatly beside them. Sekai’s heart gave an odd lurch.
“Taiki?” he whispered to the empty room, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Shaking his head, Sekai swung his legs off the bed. His body felt different—heavier, more solid—and the muscles in his legs protested faintly as he stood.
His brow furrowed as he padded barefoot across the wooden floor, noticing the slight creak under his weight.
The room opened into a hallway, and as Sekai stepped out, he was hit by the faint aroma of miso soup. The smell tugged at a sense of comfort he hadn’t realized he needed, and he followed it instinctively, his mind spinning.
Turning the corner into what seemed to be the kitchen, he froze.
There, standing by the stove, was Taiki.
Sekai’s breath caught in his throat. It was unmistakably Taiki, with his small frame, but there was something… different. The youthful spark was still there, but his features seemed more defined, more mature, as if time had etched its gentle mark on him.
Taiki’s hair was styled effortlessly, a few strands falling into his face as he stirred a pot on the stove.
Sekai’s confusion deepened. “Does Taiki… have an older brother?” he mumbled to himself, still rooted to the spot.
“Good morning, you lazy husband,” Taiki’s voice called out, teasing and light. He didn’t even glance back as he reached for a spice jar, adding a pinch of something to the pot. “You’re up later than usual. Did you forget the promise to deep clean the house in the day off?”
Sekai blinked, certain he must have misheard. “H-Husband?” he croaked, his voice cracking slightly.
Taiki finally turned, a grin playing on his lips. “Yes, husband. Who else would I be talking to?”
The teasing tone made Sekai’s head spin, but it was the sight of Taiki’s expression—bright, easy, and filled with affection—that struck him like a bolt. Before he could protest, Taiki walked over, wrapping his arms loosely around Sekai’s neck in a gesture so casual it felt like second nature.
“Honestly, Sekai-san,” Taiki continued, his lips quirking into a smirk. “If you’re going to act like you forgot, at least come up with a better excuse.”
And then, without warning, Taiki leaned in and pressed a kiss to Sekai’s lips.
Sekai froze.
Every nerve in his body lit up like a switchboard, his mind screaming at the absurdity of the situation while his body remained paralyzed.
The kiss was brief, warm, and undeniably real. Taiki pulled back slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he tilted his head.
“You’re unusually quiet,” Taiki teased. “Don’t tell me you’re still half-asleep.”
Sekai’s lips parted, but no sound came out. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, spinning between disbelief and the lingering sensation of Taiki’s lips on his.
“Sekai-san?” Taiki’s teasing tone softened into one of concern. “Are you okay?”
Sekai finally managed to step back, his hand flying to his mouth as if to confirm what had just happened. “W-What’s going on?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you calling me… your husband? And why…?”
Taiki’s expression shifted, the playful glint in his eyes replaced with a furrowed brow. “Sekai-san,” he said cautiously, turning off the stove and setting the ladle down. “What do you mean? This is our home. We’ve been married for years. Are you feeling sick?”
Sekai’s gaze dropped to Taiki’s hand, and he froze again.
There, on Taiki’s ring finger, gleamed a simple but elegant band of silver. His heart thudded painfully as he instinctively glanced at his own hand—only to find an identical ring on his finger.
“No way,” Sekai murmured, his voice trembling. He stumbled back a step, his heart pounding in his chest as the pieces of this surreal puzzle refused to fit together. “This has to be a dream.”
Taiki frowned, stepping closer. “Sekai-san, you’re really starting to worry me. Are you okay? Should we call a doctor?”
Sekai shook his head frantically. “No, I—give me a second!” He turned on his heel and bolted from the kitchen, ignoring Taiki’s startled call.
His feet carried him to what seemed like a bathroom, and he braced himself against the sink, his breathing uneven. Raising his head, he looked into the mirror—and froze once more.
The face staring back at him was his own, but older. The sharpness of his jawline, the faint lines around his eyes—all signs of a life that had continued beyond the point Sekai remembered.
“This is impossible,” he whispered, his fingers brushing against the reflection. “I… I time-traveled?”
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself. When he opened them again, the reality of what he saw didn’t change.
Sekai came back to the kitchen and saw older Taiki worried. His eyes pierced again on Taiki's ring, and then himself. His lips twitched into a soft smile as he whispered to himself, “So… I married you in the end, Taiki.”
Taiki blinked. “Um… yes? What do you mean 'in the end'?”
Sekai just smiled, a slow, almost awestruck thing, full of emotion he didn’t fully understand. “I always wondered if I’d have the guts to tell you how I really felt.”
Taiki's eyes searched his. “Sekai-san… what’s going on?”
Sekai leaned in, forehead resting against Taiki’s for a second. The familiarity, the heat, the comfort—it was too real to be a dream. Too vivid to be fake.
But just as suddenly as the realization hit him, Sekai jolted awake.
His phone buzzed furiously on the nightstand. He stared at the ceiling of his room—his actual, present-day room. Posters. Laundry on the floor. His usual controlled chaos.
The screen lit up.
Manager-san (3 missed calls)
Sekai blinked, then looked down at his left hand.
No ring.
He exhaled.
Was it a dream?
Was it a glimpse of the future?
Or was he losing his mind?
He didn’t know.
But he remembered the way Taiki’s lips felt against his. The weight of the ring. The soft way he said, “you lazy husband.”
And the scent of soup.
Sekai leaned back against his pillow, heart pounding.
He didn’t know what just happened. But one thing was for sure:
He wanted that future.
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The air inside the rehearsal studio was heavy—not from the difficult choreography but from the unusual demeanor of their leader, Sekai.
Normally, Sekai was a ball of energy, setting the tone for the group with his natural charisma and dedication. But today, he seemed distant.
His movements were sharp and precise, as always, but they were like an airplane mode. The usual spark in his eyes was replaced by a pensive shadow, and even the teasing antics from Leiya and Keito failed to elicit so much as a smirk.
“Sekai-san, did someone steal your game or something?” Sawanatsu quipped, tossing a towel over his shoulder as the group took a water break.
Sekai didn’t respond. He stood at the edge of the room, towel draped around his neck, staring blankly at his water bottle like it held the answer to some cosmic mystery.
“Maybe he didn’t get enough sleep,” Sota offered, his voice soft but laced with concern as he leaned on a nearby chair. “You know how he gets when he binges anime or stays up gaming.”
“Or,” Leiya chimed in, eyes gleaming with mischief, “maybe he got rejected by someone he likes.”
That got everyone’s attention. The room filled with gasps and exaggerated reactions, everyone turning to Sekai as if he might suddenly confess a scandalous secret.
“Rejected? Sekai-san?” Yusei shook his head, skeptical. “Impossible. Who could even reject him? He’s EXILE Yamamoto Sekai.”
"Someone who's fed up with how otaku he is, maybe?" Horinatsu added.
Sekai finally stirred, turning to face them with an exasperated sigh. “You guys are ridiculous,” he muttered, taking a sip of water before walking back to the center of the room. “Get back to work. The routine’s still sloppy.”
His curt response didn’t deter the others. Keito, ever the chaos instigator, elbowed Leiya. “Maybe it’s Taiki-kun,” he whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear.
The room exploded with laughter and chatter, everyone throwing out wild theories, except for Taiki, who froze. His cheeks burned, a telltale blush spreading across his face.
“W-what are you all talking about? Don’t drag me into this!”
Sekai shot the group a sharp look, but it was hard to tell if he was annoyed or simply hiding something. “Enough,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Focus.”
Taiki’s blush deepened, and he turned away, fiddling nervously with his water bottle. He couldn’t help but notice how Sekai’s gaze lingered on him, and it made his heart race. Why was Sekai staring at him so much today? Did he do something wrong? Or...
Taiki quickly shook his head, trying to dismiss the thought.
The rehearsal resumed, but the tension didn’t dissipate. Sekai was as commanding as ever, correcting their movements and pushing them to sync perfectly, but his eyes often drifted back to Taiki. It was subtle, but Taiki felt it every time. Each lingering glance sent a shiver down his spine, leaving him flustered and distracted.
When the session finally ended, the group moved place for a photoshoot job. The shift in activity didn’t ease the curiosity of the other members, who continued to speculate about Sekai’s odd behavior.
“Sekai-san, smile a little more,” the photographer directed. Sekai forced a grin, but it lacked his usual charm.
“See? Even his smile is off,” Keito whispered to Sota, who nodded in agreement.
Taiki, standing a few meters away, watched Sekai closely. The older man’s gaze kept flickering toward him, softening in a way that made Taiki’s heart do somersaults. It was confusing, exhilarating, and overwhelming all at once.
He tried to focus on the shoot, but his mind kept returning to Sekai’s eyes—how they seemed to hold a secret meant only for him.
“What’s going on with them?” Leiya asked, not bothering to lower his voice. “Sekai-san’s staring at Taiki-kun like he’s a lost puppy or something.”
Taiki’s face turned crimson. “Stop it! That’s not true!” he blurted out, flailing his arms in protest. “Don’t say weird things!”
“Leiya, knock it off,” Sekai said calmly, his voice steady and authoritative. Unlike Taiki, he didn’t seem embarrassed at all. If anything, he looked amused by the commotion. “You’re all too nosy for your own good.”
The teasing didn’t let up, but Sekai’s composed demeanor and Taiki’s flustered reactions made it clear they weren’t going to get any answers. Eventually, the photoshoot wrapped up, and the group dispersed for the day.
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That evening, Sekai lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The usually comforting silence of his room felt oppressive, filled with the echoes of his thoughts.
His mind replayed the surreal experience from the morning—the older version of Taiki, the kiss, the rings on their fingers, and the undeniable warmth of being called a husband.
A soft smile tugged at his lips, but it quickly faded. Could he really allow himself to dream of such a future? As much as he wanted to believe in the possibility, the reality of their relationship was far more complicated.
Taiki wasn’t just a friend or a colleague. He was someone Sekai had mentored, lived with, and now co-led a group with. There were so many layers to their relationship, and Sekai feared that crossing the line could unravel everything they’d built together.
The thought made his chest ache.
He wanted to love Taiki freely, to hold him and kiss him without restraint. But what if things went wrong?
A romantic relationship could lead to misunderstandings, arguments, and potentially irreparable damage—not just to their bond but to the entire group. FANTASTICS was more than a team; it was their family, and Sekai couldn’t risk jeopardizing that.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. His game consoles sat untouched on the shelf, a testament to how distracted he was. Normally, he’d unwind with a few rounds of his favorite RPG or anime, but tonight, the thought of playing felt hollow.
All he could think about was Taiki—how his smile lit up a room, how his voice softened when he called him "Sekai-san," and how his blush today had made Sekai’s heart race.
“Damn it,” Sekai muttered under his breath, covering his face with his hands. He felt like a teenager with a hopeless crush, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.
As he lay there, a single thought anchored itself in his mind. If the dream—or time travel, or whatever it was—had shown him anything, it was that a future with Taiki wasn’t just possible... It was something worth fighting for.
Sekai stirred awake, his senses sluggish as the haze of sleep clung to him. The softness of the mattress beneath him and the faint warmth radiating beside him didn’t match the familiarity of his usual bed. His eyes blinked open slowly, greeted by a room that wasn’t his—yet felt oddly comforting.
It took a moment for the realization to hit him. He wasn’t in his current time.
He was in the future again.
Sekai shifted slightly, his gaze falling on the figure beside him. Taiki was there, lying close, his face serene in sleep. Sekai’s breath caught.
Older Taiki was a sight to behold—his features slightly more defined, his hair tousled against the pillow, and a peaceful expression that made Sekai’s heart ache with affection.
Unable to resist, Sekai reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against Taiki’s cheek. The texture of his skin felt warm under Sekai’s touch, and he traced the soft curve of Taiki’s face with an almost reverent tenderness. His thumb lingered near the corner of Taiki’s lips, and he marveled at how natural this moment felt.
Taiki stirred, his lashes fluttering as his eyes slowly opened. Sekai froze, his hand still resting on Taiki’s cheek. Sleepy brown eyes met his, filled with a warmth that melted away any hesitation Sekai might have felt.
Without a word, Taiki leaned forward, closing the small gap between them to press a soft kiss to Sekai’s lips.
The kiss was gentle but lingered, and Sekai felt his heart race. He hadn’t expected it, but he couldn’t deny how much he loved it.
“Good morning,” Taiki murmured, his voice still husky from sleep.
Sekai blinked, momentarily speechless. “G-Good morning,” he managed to reply, his voice slightly hoarse.
Taiki chuckled softly, the sound light and teasing. “You look a bit startled. What’s wrong, Sekai-san?”
Sekai hesitated, unsure how to answer. How could he explain the whirlwind of emotions he was experiencing?
Instead, he deflected it with a question of his own. “How old are you, Taiki?”
Taiki’s brow furrowed slightly, and then understanding dawned in his eyes. “Wait… are you the amnesia Sekai-san again?” His tone was playful, but there was a hint of concern beneath it.
Sekai didn’t respond immediately, which seemed to confirm Taiki’s suspicion. The younger man sighed, propping himself up on one elbow as he gazed at Sekai. “I’m thirty-five now,” he said. “And you’re thirty-nine. Did you forget again?”
Thirty-five and thirty-nine. Sekai let the numbers sink in, his mind spinning.
Five years into the future.
That meant… in just five years, he and Taiki would be married. The thought made his heart race. He tried to suppress the nervous laugh that bubbled up, but it escaped as a soft chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” Taiki asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing,” Sekai replied, his voice unconvincing.
Taiki narrowed his eyes suspiciously, then leaned closer, a teasing glint in his gaze. “Are you freaking out about something again, Sekai-san? You always get this look when you’re overthinking.”
Sekai smiled faintly, shaking his head. “No, it’s just… surprising.”
Taiki tilted his head, curiosity evident in his expression. “Surprising? What is?”
Sekai hesitated for a moment before asking, “Since when did you… love me?” His voice was soft, almost hesitant, but there was an underlying determination in the question. He needed to know.
Taiki’s cheeks flushed a deep red, and his eyes widened in surprise. “Why are you asking that now? It’s too early in the morning for this kind of question, Sekai-san!” He tried to dodge, but Sekai’s steady gaze didn’t waver.
“Just tell me,” Sekai pressed gently, his tone a mix of curiosity and vulnerability.
Taiki sighed, his blush deepening as he averted his gaze. “Fine,” he muttered. “Since the first time we met.”
Sekai’s eyes widened slightly. “Back when I was your dance teacher?”
Taiki nodded, his voice softening as he continued. “You were so cool back then, Sekai-san. Especially when you danced. I… couldn’t help but admire you.” His voice was filled with a mix of fondness and embarrassment, and he avoided Sekai’s gaze as he spoke.
Sekai stared at him, the weight of Taiki’s words sinking in. He hadn’t expected this—hadn’t realized how long Taiki’s feelings had lingered in the background. “So… you liked me all this time?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taiki nodded again, this time lifting his eyes to meet Sekai’s. “Yes,” he said simply, his voice steady despite the faint blush on his cheeks.
Sekai felt a wave of warmth wash over him. He reached out, pulling Taiki into a gentle hug. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.
Taiki melted into the embrace, his arms wrapping around Sekai as he nuzzled against his chest. “You’re embarrassing, Sekai-san,” he mumbled, but his tone was affectionate.
Sekai chuckled softly, stroking Taiki’s hair as he pressed a light kiss to the top of his head. “You’re one to talk,” he teased gently.
They stayed like that for a while, the quiet intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a cocoon. Eventually, the warmth and comfort lulled them back to sleep, their breaths syncing as they drifted off in each other’s arms.
When Sekai woke up again, it was to the familiar surroundings of his current bedroom.
The future was gone, replaced by the present. He stared at the ceiling for a long moment, his mind racing with everything he had seen and felt. The future was clear now—his feelings for Taiki couldn’t be ignored any longer.
He needed to take a chance.
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The rehearsal studio buzzed with activity as FANTASTICS prepared for another busy day. Sekai tried to focus on his moves, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.
The dream—or memory?—was still vivid in his mind, and the weight of his feelings for Taiki seemed heavier than ever. He caught himself stealing glances at Taiki throughout the morning, his gaze lingering longer than it should have.
“Sekai-san,” Yusei called out, snapping him out of his thoughts. “You okay? You’ve been spacing out all morning.”
“Yeah, you look like you’re plotting something,” Leiya added with a grin. “Should we be worried?”
Sekai waved them off with a chuckle, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m fine. Just tired.”
The others weren’t convinced. Horinatsu and Sawanatsu exchanged looks, while Keito and Sota huddled together, whispering conspiratorially.
“Maybe he’s in love,” Keito suggested, his voice just loud enough to earn a glare from Sekai.
“Or maybe he’s finally thinking about settling down,” Sota added with a teasing smirk.
Taiki, who had been stretching nearby, snapped at them. “Can you all stop? Sekai-san’s personal life isn’t any of your business!”
The teasing only intensified, with Leiya chiming in, “Why are you getting so defensive, Taiki-kun? Do you know something we don’t?”
“I—No! Of course not!” Taiki stammered as he avoided Sekai’s gaze.
Sekai sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s get back to work.” His tone was firm, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched the group scramble to refocus.
When the rehearsal ended, Sekai waited for the right moment to approach Taiki. The younger man was busy packing up his things, and Sekai took a deep breath to steady himself before walking over.
“Taiki,” he called, his voice soft but firm.
Taiki looked up, his expression curious. “Yes?”
“Do you want to… hang out sometime? Just the two of us,” Sekai asked, his voice carefully measured.
Taiki blinked in surprise.
“Why just me? You have other friends with the same hobbies, Sekai-san. Why not invite someone else?”
Sekai hesitated for a moment before replying, “Because I want to go somewhere with you.”
Taiki’s eyes widened, and a blush spread across his cheeks. He stared at Sekai, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the right words.
Eventually, Taiki nodded shyly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Okay.”
A small, relieved smile broke across Sekai’s face.
“Great. Let’s go to some amusement park,” he suggested, his tone lighter now that Taiki had agreed.
Taiki nodded again as he avoided Sekai’s gaze. “Okay,” he repeated softly.
As they left the rehearsal room, Sekai couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope. For the first time, he was letting himself believe in the possibility of something more between them. And as he walked beside Taiki, he couldn’t wait to see where this new chapter would take them.
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The soft hum of the train passing through the green countryside added a comforting rhythm to the atmosphere as Sekai and Taiki approached a local amusement park.
Sekai's eyes lingered on Taiki, who sat across from him, fiddling with his phone as sunlight highlighted the delicate contours of his face. Sekai found himself smiling, the quiet anticipation of the day warming him more than the rays streaming through the train window.
"Excited?" Sekai asked, his tone casual, though his eyes betrayed the softness he felt.
Taiki looked up, blinking before smiling. "Of course, Sekai-san. But I still don’t understand why you only invited me. Wouldn’t it have been more fun with everyone?"
Sekai leaned back, crossing his arms. He wasn’t about to admit how nervous he’d been to even suggest this outing. "The others are busy. And, honestly, I just wanted some time with you. Is that so strange?"
Taiki’s cheeks colored slightly, and he looked away. "No, I guess not," he murmured, but the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed his flustered delight.
When they arrived at the park, the atmosphere was alive with excitement—children laughing, couples holding hands, and cheerful music weaving through the air. Sekai bought their tickets and handed Taiki his, fingers brushing briefly.
“Let’s make today unforgettable,” Sekai said, his voice warm and low. Taiki nodded, already feeling the subtle pull of Sekai’s charm.
They started their adventure wandering through Adventureland, stopping to admire the intricate decorations and themed shops. Taiki’s enthusiasm grew with every passing minute, and Sekai couldn’t help but be drawn to the way his eyes sparkled when they stopped to admire a parade passing by.
Taiki was like a child experiencing magic for the first time, and Sekai found himself wanting to protect that innocence, to keep him smiling like this forever.
Their first stop was a small café near the parade route. Sekai ordered churros and coffee, while Taiki opted for an extravagant sundae topped with rainbow sprinkles. They settled at an outdoor table, the vibrant energy of the park buzzing around them.
“You have something here,” Sekai said after a while, gesturing vaguely at Taiki’s nose. Before Taiki could react, Sekai leaned forward and licked the tip of his nose, his tongue quick and playful.
Taiki froze, his eyes wide as saucers. "S-Sekai-san!" he sputtered, his hand flying up to cover his face. His cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and he looked both mortified and adorably flustered.
“What?” Sekai replied, feigning innocence, though the mischievous glint in his eyes gave him away. “I was just helping.”
“You could have told me instead!” Taiki retorted, his voice muffled behind his hands.
“But this was more fun.” Sekai chuckled.
Taiki’s flustered glare was equal parts adorable and ineffective, especially with the remnants of his ice cream still smudged on the corner of his mouth. Sekai reached out, brushing it away with his thumb before Taiki could protest. The simple touch lingered, their eyes meeting in a brief but electric moment.
Their next stop was a boat ride through the park’s lagoon. The gentle sway of the boat and the warm glow of the setting sun created an intimate atmosphere. Sekai couldn’t resist leaning closer to Taiki, their shoulders brushing as he pointed out small details in the scenery.
Taiki listened attentively, his laughter soft and melodic when Sekai cracked a joke about the animatronic animals along the way.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Taiki asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.
“Of course,” Sekai replied, his gaze lingering on Taiki’s profile. “But mostly because I’m here with you.”
Taiki’s breath hitched, and he turned to Sekai, his expression a mix of surprise and warmth. “Sekai-san, you… you say things like that so easily.”
“It’s the truth,” Sekai said, his voice gentle. “Why shouldn’t I say it?”
Taiki didn’t reply.
Later, they found themselves strolling hand in hand through a quieter part of the park, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.
It was Sekai who reached out first, his fingers brushing against Taiki’s before intertwining them. Taiki looked up, startled but didn’t pull away. Instead, he tightened his grip, his small smile speaking volumes.
Their final attraction for the day was the Ferris wheel, its colorful lights illuminating the night sky. The air was cooler now, and Sekai noticed Taiki rubbing his arms as they waited in line. Without a word, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Taiki’s shoulders. Taiki looked up at him, startled.
“You’ll get cold,” he protested.
“I’ll be fine,” Sekai assured him. “You’re more important.”
The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Taiki simply stared at him, his lips parting as if to say something. But instead, he pulled the jacket tighter around himself, his eyes shining with emotion.
As the day wound down, they made their way to the Ferris wheel, the iconic structure glittering against the twilight sky. Inside the carriage, the atmosphere shifted, growing quieter and more intimate as they rose above the park.
Sekai’s eyes drifted to Taiki, who was gazing out the window with an awe-struck expression.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Sekai said softly, his voice breaking the stillness.
Taiki turned to him, his cheeks flushing instantly. “Sekai-san, don’t say things like that out of nowhere…”
“I’m serious.”
The sincerity in his voice left Taiki speechless, and he felt his cheeks grow warm as Sekai’s hand reached up to cup his cheek.
Slowly, carefully, Sekai closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against Taiki’s in a tender kiss. Taiki’s eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned into the touch, his heart racing as warmth spread through him.
When they finally pulled away, Taiki’s face was flushed, and Sekai couldn’t help but smile at how endearing he looked.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Sekai admitted, his voice low and filled with emotion.
Taiki bit his lip, his gaze dropping to his lap before he looked up again, a shy but radiant smile lighting up his face.
“Me too.”
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Their dates became more frequent after that, and with each one, Sekai grew bolder.
The tipping point came during a rehearsal when Sekai, with a mix of nerves and excitement, gathered the FANTASTICS members.
“I have an announcement,” he said, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach.
The room fell silent, all eyes on him. Taiki stood to the side, his expression curious but calm.
Sekai took a deep breath. “Taiki and I… we’re dating.”
Chaos erupted instantly. Yusei let out a loud cheer, while Sota clapped enthusiastically. Horinatsu and Sawanatsu exchanged a knowing look before smirking, clearly unfazed by the revelation.
“I knew it!” Keito exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “I told you all it was just a matter of time!”
Leiya, ever the instigator, turned to the group with a mischievous grin. “Alright, who had this week in the betting pool?”
“I did!” Yusei declared triumphantly, pulling out his phone to confirm his win. “Pay up, everyone!”
Amid the chaos, Sekai and Taiki stood side by side, their fingers brushing in a silent display of unity. Sekai couldn’t help but laugh at the group’s antics, while Taiki hid his face in his hands, clearly mortified.
“Sekai-san, you could’ve warned me,” Taiki whispered, his voice muffled.
“And miss this reaction? Never,” Sekai replied, his grin widening.
The teasing continued long into the rehearsal, with questions ranging from “Who confessed first?” to “When’s the wedding?” Sekai answered most with ease, enjoying the chaos, while Taiki alternated between blushing and glaring at their nosiest members.
Despite that, there was an undeniable warmth in the room, a shared happiness through every teasing comment and knowing smile.
Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains of the bedroom. Sekai stirred, his hand instinctively reaching out to the other side of the bed, only to find it empty. The warmth lingered, but the absence of Taiki made him frown slightly in his half-asleep state. He blinked a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of slumber, and the faint aroma of something savory wafted into the room.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. Of course, Taiki would be up already.
Sekai sat up, rubbing his eyes, and stretched, his muscles rippling under the loose anime t-shirt he wore. Throwing the blanket aside, he padded barefoot toward the kitchen, his steps light but deliberate.
There Taiki stood, his back turned, clad in an oversized shirt that Sekai had always thought made him look unfairly adorable. His slim form swayed slightly as he stirred a pot on the stove, humming a soft tune that Sekai immediately recognized.
It was one of their group’s ballads, a song they had performed countless times. But hearing it in this intimate setting made it feel fresh and personal.
Sekai leaned against the doorway for a moment, drinking in the sight. His lips curled into a mischievous smile as he stepped forward silently, wrapping his arms around Taiki from behind in one fluid motion. Taiki jumped slightly but immediately relaxed into the embrace, leaning back against Sekai's solid chest.
"Good morning, Taiki," Sekai murmured, his voice low and warm against Taiki's ear. His hands rested lightly on Taiki’s waist, his thumbs brushing soft, lazy circles over the shirt.
"Good morning, Sekai-san," Taiki replied, his tone soft but teasing. He didn’t turn away from his task, his hands still stirring the soup. "You’re finally awake. Did you sleep well?"
"I did. But waking up to this view is even better." He rested his chin lightly on Taiki's shoulder, peering into the pot. "Smells amazing. What are you making?"
"Soup for breakfast. And before you say anything, yes, it’s healthy. We’ve been eating too much junk lately, thanks to you."
"Hey, don’t blame me! The potato chips cravings were mutual." Sekai tightened his hold slightly, his lips brushing against Taiki’s neck. “Besides, I’d rather have you for breakfast.”
Taiki let out a startled laugh, his face immediately flushing. "Sekai-san! You're..." He trailed off, his words swallowed by a flustered giggle.
His hands faltered for a moment before he quickly set the ladle back into the pot, turning around in Sekai’s arms.
Taiki’s cheeks were painted a soft pink, and his eyes sparkled with both amusement and exasperation. "You’re impossible."
"Am I?" Sekai tilted his head, his grin widening as he leaned down. "Or am I just honest?"
Before Taiki could respond, Sekai closed the distance between them, capturing Taiki's lips in a gentle but insistent kiss. Taiki’s hands instinctively reached up, one resting on Sekai’s chest while the other curled around his neck. The kiss deepened naturally, their movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment.
Sekai pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against Taiki’s jawline as he whispered, “You’re beautiful, Taiki. Every time I look at you, I can’t believe I get to call you mine.”
Taiki’s blush deepened, and he laughed softly, his voice tinged with shyness. “Sekai-san, you’re too smooth for your own good. Did you forget to do the laundry again, and now you’re trying to distract me?”
Sekai let out an exaggerated gasp, feigning offense. "I’ll have you know the laundry is already done. I’m just appreciating my husband. Is that a crime?"
Taiki rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. "Husband or not, you’re suspiciously charming today."
"Maybe I’m just in a good mood." Sekai’s tone softened, and he pressed another kiss to Taiki’s forehead. “Or maybe it’s because I keep having these moments where I realize how lucky I am.”
It had been three years since they’d gotten married.
FANTASTICS was stronger than ever—still releasing new music, still selling out arenas, still laughing like kids backstage.
Yusei and Sota were making waves with their solo releases. Leiya had landed another leading role in a stage play.
Horinatsu had just launched a fashion collaboration with a global streetwear brand, and Sawanatsu's gardening show had recently gone viral overseas.
Keito, naturally, was the group’s chaotic TikTok ambassador, dragging everyone into choreographed madness.
And Sekai?
Sekai was still dancing.
Still choreographing.
Still the quiet storm that held them all steady—along with Taiki, who was balancing drama shoots and group rehearsals, often clumsy with time but never with his heart.
They were busy, yes. But everyday, they came home to this.
To each other.
Sekai’s chest tightened. Then, as the memory of his time-travel visions flickered through his mind, he paused.
“You know… I once dreamt of this. Waking up, finding you here, cooking breakfast, just like this.”
Taiki arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching upward. “Dreamt of this? Are you sure you’re not just making that up to sound romantic?”
"I’m serious," Sekai said, his expression earnest. "It felt so real back then. I remember waking up and thinking… if this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up."
Taiki’s laughter bubbled up, light and teasing. "Sure, sure. And let me guess—you were also super handsome in this dream, right? Perfect Sekai-san with his perfect husband?"
"Now you’re mocking me," Sekai said, narrowing his eyes in mock indignation. "I’m telling you the truth!"
"Uh-huh." Taiki nodded theatrically. "You’re just trying to butter me up so I won’t scold you for flirting in the kitchen."
"Maybe," Sekai admitted, stepping closer. He placed his hands lightly on Taiki’s shoulders, his thumbs brushing against the nape of Taiki’s neck. "But whether you believe me or not, I’ll keep saying it. This moment… It’s like I’ve lived it before, and it feels just as perfect now as it did then."
Taiki shook his head, but the faint smile on his lips betrayed his attempt to stay skeptical. “You’re impossible.”
"And you love me for it." Sekai’s voice dropped into a low murmur as he leaned down, his lips grazing the curve of Taiki’s neck. His kisses were soft and lingering, each one drawing a quiet gasp from Taiki. The scent of the soup mixed with the faint traces of Taiki’s cologne, a combination that Sekai found intoxicating.
"Wait—Sekai-san, the soup!"
Sekai’s lips parted against Taiki’s neck as he felt the sweet, sharp sting of Taiki’s gentle protests melt into soft moans. Sekai’s fingers tightened on Taiki’s waist as he pressed them both against the cool edge of the counter. Taiki’s breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping him when Sekai dipped his tongue between his lips again, deeper, more insistent.
"The soup can wait," Sekai murmured, his voice low and husky. He slid his hand down to flick off the stove’s flame. “I can’t.”
Taiki’s cheeks bloomed scarlet. “If I don't cook,” he protested, though his voice trembled with want. “There will be—” He paused, breathless, “—no breakfast!”
Sekai brushed a light kiss up Taiki’s jaw, savoring the feel of his teasing resistance. “You are my breakfast,” he whispered, the words rolling off his tongue like honeyed promise.
Before Taiki could reply, Sekai swept him up and set him gently on the edge of the counter, legs curling around Sekai’s hips.
Taiki’s eyes widened, a shiver running through him as Sekai closed the distance. Their mouths met again in a searing kiss—urgent, hungry, demanding. Taiki gasped as Sekai’s large hand slid beneath his shirt, fingertips brushing against the hard bud of his chest.
Sekai paused to chuckle softly against Taiki’s lips. “Still so perky,” he teased, feather-light fingers toying with Taiki’s nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.
Taiki’s head fell back, a moan tearing from him as Sekai’s tongue traced a wet path across his collarbone.
Time warped around them as Sekai’s exploration grew bolder. He palmed and pinched with deliberate slowness before flicking his tongue in quick, teasing circles over the sensitive skin. Each flick, each gentle pinch drew deeper, more resonant moans from Taiki, whose hands writhed in Sekai’s hair.
Finally, Sekai’s gaze flickered downwards, noting the evidence of Taiki’s need pooling at the center of his thighs. A wicked grin curved his lips as he tugged Taiki’s sweatpants down in one swift motion. Taiki gasped at the sudden chill, pressed tight against Sekai’s chest.
“Sekai-san… Ah—” he moaned, arching into each touch.
Sekai licked his own fingers, the taste charged with anticipation, then slid three fingers inside Taiki’s tight heat. Taiki gasped, fingers tightening in Sekai’s hair.
“You’re still so loose from last night,” Sekai teased in a low voice, sliding his fingers slowly in and out.
Taiki hissed, flush crawling up his neck. “That’s—because of you.”
“Of course it was because of me,” Sekai murmured possessively. “Why would you think I'd let anyone do this to you?” He moved his fingers faster, curling them just right, drawing out anguished moans and gasps from Taiki.
When Taiki’s back arched and he trembled on the edge of release, Sekai withdrew his fingers. He tugged at his own sweatpants until they pooled around his thighs.
He gathered the wet pre-cum from Taiki’s length and smeared it along his own before aiming it to Taiki's waiting hole.
In one fluid motion, Sekai pushed into Taiki, both of them gasping at the fullness.
Taiki cried out, fingers digging into Sekai’s shoulders as his back arched against the counter’s edge. Sekai’s pace was moderate but unyielding, filling Taiki completely with every glide of his hips. The friction in the small kitchen space became a symphony of skin against skin, of breathy moans and whispered names.
Taiki’s hands slid around Sekai’s neck, pulling him closer until their torsos pressed flush together. He bit down lightly on Sekai’s shoulder, eliciting a soft groan as the pressure of Taiki’s teeth sent pleasant jolts through him.
“Fuck, Sekai-san...” he moaned.
Sekai groaned in response, setting a measured pace that grew relentless. “You like that?” he whispered hoarsely against Taiki’s skin. “You feel so good, Taiki.”
Their rhythm quickened, Sekai’s thrusts deep and steady while his free hand found Taiki’s other nipple, pinching and kneading in time. Taiki’s breath hitched, head lolling back as he surrendered to each thrust. His moans grew louder, reverberating off the cabinets as he pressed himself fully against Sekai’s pelvis.
Sekai leaned forward, capturing Taiki’s mouth in a fierce kiss. Their tongues tangled as he drove into Taiki with more force, the friction and sound building between them. He whispered filthy encouragements, how beautifully Taiki took him, how perfect his tight heat felt around him, each phrase igniting fresh sparks of pleasure in Taiki.
Taiki’s fingers clutched at Sekai’s shoulders, nails digging in as orgasm crept up on him. “Sekai-san… I'm, ah, so close...” His voice cracked into a desperate cry.
Sekai didn’t let up. He continued thrusting into Taiki, pressing kisses to his neck, whispering praise and adoration as he built them both toward the edge. “You look so pretty like this.”
With a hoarse cry, Taiki tensed, his thick cum soaking their clothed stomach and slicking the counter below.
Rather than slowing, Sekai’s pace intensified, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Good boy… you came for me,” he praised, eyes locking on Taiki’s in a heated gaze. Taiki’s body quivered, tears of bliss gathering at the corners of his eyes.
Sekai felt the familiar coil tighten, and with a guttural groan, he pulled Taiki’s hips flush against him and released inside, his body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. He slowed to gentle pumps, letting his warmth fill Taiki completely.
They stayed like that for a moment, Sekai still buried in Taiki, as their breaths mingled. Sekai cupped Taiki’s face, brushing a kiss to his forehead, then to his nose, lingering finally on his lips.
He then brushed a thumb across Taiki’s cheek. “Kitchen sex isn’t so bad. I will place a lube here next time.”
Taiki laughed, a shaky, exhausted laugh, then hit Sekai’s chest playfully. “Pervert.”
Sekai pressed a gentle kiss to Taiki’s lips. “You love this pervert husband.”
“I do.”
They settled into a tangle of limbs and contented sighs, the morning’s chores temporarily forgotten as they simply reveled in each other’s warmth—best friends, lovers, and now, forever husband and husband.
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