[JE] [YOKOBA] Keep calm and don't cry
Title: Keep calm and don't cry
Group/pairing: Yokoyama You/Aiba Masaki (Kanjani8/Arashi)
Prompt: 015. No
Word Count: 314
Rating: G
Summary: Yoko makes a conjugal visit. Well, not really.
Disclaimer: Obviously they're not mine :) Though if they wanna sign up… :D
Notes: This piece references Aiba’s bout with pneumothorax in 2002 and J3Kansai, the show where Kanjani8 first appeared. The Japanese wiki says J3Kansai began in November and Kanjani8 as a group appeared in December, which means Yoko was probably still doing construction work along with occasional magazine shoots when Aiba collapsed. Honestly I dunno how I feel about this one :/
“Hey,” said Yoko, leaning on the door frame and wiggling flowers in Aiba’s direction.
Aiba, still a bit hazy from whatever drugs they were pumping him with, grinned a little goofily. “Yo,” he said, with as much cheer as he could muster.
“So, hit on the nurses yet?” teased Yoko as he dumped the flowers (marked from ‘Kimitaka’s mother’ rather than Yoko himself, of course) haphazardly into a bowl.
“No,” said Aiba, voice a little regretful.
“More for me,” said Yoko, laughing and moving his eyebrows in a way that was mostly ridiculous, but for a mostly delirious Aiba looked momentarily alluring. Momentarily.
“Stop it you’re going to make me laugh,” said Aiba, holding back.
“Okay, okay,” said Yoko, immediately, face sliding into seriousness. “How are you?”
“Feel like my head’s filled with cotton,” said Aiba, “more than usual. It hurts.”
The quiet exhaustion on Aiba’s face made Yoko’s own chest hurt a little for a moment, and he had to settle into the chair at the side of Aiba’s bed with a deep breath.
Aiba’s hand rested on the top of Yoko’s head, and Yoko looked up, a little wet eyed damn it all.
“Don’t cry, I’m fine,” said Aiba, “you sap.”
“Shut up,” said Yoko, sniffling miserably.
“How’s work?” asked Aiba, poking at his shoulder, “did you have to pay off the foreman?”
Yoko shrugged, rubbing violently at his eyes. “I’ve gotta go back home tonight,” he admitted, “can’t miss any more work.”
Aiba’s fingers moved over his cheek, eyes bleary and smile wide but tired. Yoko’s lips quirked, and he pushed Aiba’s hair out of his eyes. “Go to sleep,” he said.
“Yeah,” agreed Aiba weakly, hand tightening in his hair for a moment, the back of his hand sliding over his neck, fingertips on his shoulder. Yoko sighed, leaning his head in his hand and watching Aiba’s eyes flutter shut.
Group/pairing: Yokoyama You/Aiba Masaki (Kanjani8/Arashi)
Prompt: 015. No
Word Count: 314
Rating: G
Summary: Yoko makes a conjugal visit. Well, not really.
Disclaimer: Obviously they're not mine :) Though if they wanna sign up… :D
Notes: This piece references Aiba’s bout with pneumothorax in 2002 and J3Kansai, the show where Kanjani8 first appeared. The Japanese wiki says J3Kansai began in November and Kanjani8 as a group appeared in December, which means Yoko was probably still doing construction work along with occasional magazine shoots when Aiba collapsed. Honestly I dunno how I feel about this one :/
“Hey,” said Yoko, leaning on the door frame and wiggling flowers in Aiba’s direction.
Aiba, still a bit hazy from whatever drugs they were pumping him with, grinned a little goofily. “Yo,” he said, with as much cheer as he could muster.
“So, hit on the nurses yet?” teased Yoko as he dumped the flowers (marked from ‘Kimitaka’s mother’ rather than Yoko himself, of course) haphazardly into a bowl.
“No,” said Aiba, voice a little regretful.
“More for me,” said Yoko, laughing and moving his eyebrows in a way that was mostly ridiculous, but for a mostly delirious Aiba looked momentarily alluring. Momentarily.
“Stop it you’re going to make me laugh,” said Aiba, holding back.
“Okay, okay,” said Yoko, immediately, face sliding into seriousness. “How are you?”
“Feel like my head’s filled with cotton,” said Aiba, “more than usual. It hurts.”
The quiet exhaustion on Aiba’s face made Yoko’s own chest hurt a little for a moment, and he had to settle into the chair at the side of Aiba’s bed with a deep breath.
Aiba’s hand rested on the top of Yoko’s head, and Yoko looked up, a little wet eyed damn it all.
“Don’t cry, I’m fine,” said Aiba, “you sap.”
“Shut up,” said Yoko, sniffling miserably.
“How’s work?” asked Aiba, poking at his shoulder, “did you have to pay off the foreman?”
Yoko shrugged, rubbing violently at his eyes. “I’ve gotta go back home tonight,” he admitted, “can’t miss any more work.”
Aiba’s fingers moved over his cheek, eyes bleary and smile wide but tired. Yoko’s lips quirked, and he pushed Aiba’s hair out of his eyes. “Go to sleep,” he said.
“Yeah,” agreed Aiba weakly, hand tightening in his hair for a moment, the back of his hand sliding over his neck, fingertips on his shoulder. Yoko sighed, leaning his head in his hand and watching Aiba’s eyes flutter shut.