"The feeling is mutual," Jin says smoothly to Pi one day, slipping into the seat next to him and fluidly lacing their fingers together.
(The confession is perfect; simple but with feeling, and the touching, the contact, that Yamapi likes so much.)
Yamapi looks at him with big eyes and a pursed mouth, surprised but simultaneously pleased, and then he smiles, somewhat amused. "I'm glad you like being friends with me too, Bakanishi," he returns almost exasperatedly, laughing.
(That's not how it was supposed to go.)
"No, I mean-" Jin starts, but even though he knows what he means in his head, he doesn't know what he means to say. What will relate his feelings to Yamapi, but protect him and their friendship in case it's all wrong.
(He doesn't realize that he has to take the full dive, that for love you can't hold yourself back with buffers and safety nets.)
"It's nice having a day off, ne?" Yamapi is saying now, relaxed and lazy, adjusting their fingers until his thumb rubs slow circles into the back of Jin's hand.
(The words are lost in Jin's throat.)
"Yeah," Jin replies, softening. Yamapi leans closer, gradually, until he's resting on Jin's side, soft and warm and Pi.
(He's content to save confessions for another day, perfectly content to let it go if he gets to spend the day like this.)
They are who they are, though, and so Jin watches Yamapi sit calmly out of the corner of his eye, just breathing, just living. He watches until his senses are full of it, and only then does Jin punch Yamapi in the arm, surprising him to the point where Yamapi topples right off the couch.
(Just because he can.)
As always, Jin's laughter only lasts until Yamapi picks himself up and launches himself at Jin with a battle cry, hands darting like lightning to Jin's sides, touching, touching, touching.
(They've yet to learn, but the feeling is mutual.)
(The confession is perfect; simple but with feeling, and the touching, the contact, that Yamapi likes so much.)
Yamapi looks at him with big eyes and a pursed mouth, surprised but simultaneously pleased, and then he smiles, somewhat amused. "I'm glad you like being friends with me too, Bakanishi," he returns almost exasperatedly, laughing.
(That's not how it was supposed to go.)
"No, I mean-" Jin starts, but even though he knows what he means in his head, he doesn't know what he means to say. What will relate his feelings to Yamapi, but protect him and their friendship in case it's all wrong.
(He doesn't realize that he has to take the full dive, that for love you can't hold yourself back with buffers and safety nets.)
"It's nice having a day off, ne?" Yamapi is saying now, relaxed and lazy, adjusting their fingers until his thumb rubs slow circles into the back of Jin's hand.
(The words are lost in Jin's throat.)
"Yeah," Jin replies, softening. Yamapi leans closer, gradually, until he's resting on Jin's side, soft and warm and Pi.
(He's content to save confessions for another day, perfectly content to let it go if he gets to spend the day like this.)
They are who they are, though, and so Jin watches Yamapi sit calmly out of the corner of his eye, just breathing, just living. He watches until his senses are full of it, and only then does Jin punch Yamapi in the arm, surprising him to the point where Yamapi topples right off the couch.
(Just because he can.)
As always, Jin's laughter only lasts until Yamapi picks himself up and launches himself at Jin with a battle cry, hands darting like lightning to Jin's sides, touching, touching, touching.
(They've yet to learn, but the feeling is mutual.)
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