"I've had better days," YamaPi returned, shutting the apartment's front door behind him, the click of the automatic lock punctuating his statement. "My jacket's ripped. My bag was stolen."
"Those things are replacable."
"I had souvenirs for everyone in that bag." YamaPi frowned, dropping his duffel bag of clothing and necessities down next to the sofa with a plop.
"I think we can all do without one more chintzy keychain with 'KOREA' written on it." Koyama patted the empty cushion next to him, urging YamaPi to sit. "As long as you are okay and in one piece."
YamaPi shuffled over next to him and then unceremoniously collapsed on the sofa in one fluid movement. "I don't feel okay."
Koyama gently tugged on YamaPi's arm and the exhausted idol easily leaned into him, head reasting slightly awkward on the taller one's shoulder. "I figured as much. You didn't look okay in the fancams."
"There are fancams?" YamaPi muttered, not in the least bit surprised.
"On YouTube," Koyama further clarified. "The fangirls on 2chan and Mixi are declaring war on Korea for mauling you."
"Korea didn't maul me." YamaPi pouted, adjusting his head on Koyama's shoulder so that he was more comfortable. "Korea was fun. Until the airport. Then the fangirls just kind of got really excited."
Koyama nodded, pulling off YamaPi's sunglasses that he had left perched on his head, folding them, and setting them aside on the sofa's arm. "When I went to Korea, no one recognized me."
"They probably thought you were Korean. I mean, Haru thinks you're Korean, and he's related to you." YamaPi allowed a small chuckle to escape his lips, and Koyama could slowly feel the tension drain from him just a little as he did. "I should've gone to Korea with you after all."
"Hiding in plain sight?" Koyama snorted.
"Something like that." YamaPi paused. "How did you find out?"
"Yuu called Jin. Jin called me." Koyama explained simply.
"I didn't call you-"
"-because you didn't want to worry me, I know." Koyama reached up and threaded his thin fingers through the hairs along YamaPi's nape. "But too bad. I already did."
ZENZEN MAZUKUNAI DA YO. It's short and sweet and cute. And i like the line about 2chan and mixi fangirls declaring war on korea. And the line about Haru thinking Koyama is korean. :DDDD
"How are you?"
"I've had better days," YamaPi returned, shutting the apartment's front door behind him, the click of the automatic lock punctuating his statement. "My jacket's ripped. My bag was stolen."
"Those things are replacable."
"I had souvenirs for everyone in that bag." YamaPi frowned, dropping his duffel bag of clothing and necessities down next to the sofa with a plop.
"I think we can all do without one more chintzy keychain with 'KOREA' written on it." Koyama patted the empty cushion next to him, urging YamaPi to sit. "As long as you are okay and in one piece."
YamaPi shuffled over next to him and then unceremoniously collapsed on the sofa in one fluid movement. "I don't feel okay."
Koyama gently tugged on YamaPi's arm and the exhausted idol easily leaned into him, head reasting slightly awkward on the taller one's shoulder. "I figured as much. You didn't look okay in the fancams."
"There are fancams?" YamaPi muttered, not in the least bit surprised.
"On YouTube," Koyama further clarified. "The fangirls on 2chan and Mixi are declaring war on Korea for mauling you."
"Korea didn't maul me." YamaPi pouted, adjusting his head on Koyama's shoulder so that he was more comfortable. "Korea was fun. Until the airport. Then the fangirls just kind of got really excited."
Koyama nodded, pulling off YamaPi's sunglasses that he had left perched on his head, folding them, and setting them aside on the sofa's arm. "When I went to Korea, no one recognized me."
"They probably thought you were Korean. I mean, Haru thinks you're Korean, and he's related to you." YamaPi allowed a small chuckle to escape his lips, and Koyama could slowly feel the tension drain from him just a little as he did. "I should've gone to Korea with you after all."
"Hiding in plain sight?" Koyama snorted.
"Something like that." YamaPi paused. "How did you find out?"
"Yuu called Jin. Jin called me." Koyama explained simply.
"I didn't call you-"
"-because you didn't want to worry me, I know." Koyama reached up and threaded his thin fingers through the hairs along YamaPi's nape. "But too bad. I already did."
"You're not worried anymore?"
"You're home now."
mazui ka na.
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idk, this line, it made me feel really. really bad. :|
other than that, this was really sweet. ♥_♥
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