Your Best Day, My Worst Moment (Part 1/2)
Title: Your Best Day, My Worst Moment
Pairing: Tanaka and Kokame
Rating: PG13
Genre: Angst
Summary: The title tells it all.
A/N: This is a very belated birthday gift for Koki. Belated happy Birthday Koki-chuu!!! I would like to thankikerasu_0305 and aoi_tenshi05 for encouraging me to write a TN-centric fic, Here it is guys, my first ever TaNaka fic.
I sighed for the nth time now afterwards glancing at the dog-shaped clock on the table not far from where I was located sitting on a slightly worn-out brownish couch.
He’s already 45 minutes late. Manager-san told us that we don’t have any activities for today. He shouldn’t have anything important to do so where was he exactly?
I stood up from the couch and went beside the window. Worries kept flooding my mind as I awaited for his arrival. I moved the light-fabric curtain beautifying the window subsequently looking out at the scene below. People were busy passing to and fro, too caught up in their own world and in their own anxieties. Honking of cars was heard from not far-away. The noise sounded like an orchestra in discord dissonant and melancholic. I opened the window a little, smelling the fragrance of the cool earthly breeze mixed with the dirty and irritating smell of the smoke emitted by cars and factories alike.
Where could you be Koki? Did something bad happen to you?
It’s his birthday today, one of the few important dates in my life. It’s not like we agreed to meet today but for the past ten years we’ve always together in celebrating this special day, the day he was born. Before we realized it, it became our yearly implied pact; Koki and I will celebrate his birthday together. I sighed again as I took a peek at the ticking clock. Afterwards, I shifted my sight to the locked door, hoping and waiting that I’ll hear some noise from outside or see the doorknob rattle, move but it seems I was wrong.
I slowly closed the window afterwards sluggishly pacing towards the dinner table. The said medium sized furniture accompanied by four simple looking chairs was full of plates with different cooking. At the center of the table was a delicious looking chocolate cake topped with a few pink and white candles waiting to be lit. I examined the fares before me: the different methods of cooking meat, Koki’s favorite food, the glistening cake and the champagne bottle which was now covered with moist. I still doubt the delectability of these foods before me but Koki never complained with the foods I made. He always ate them full of zest, exclaiming praises in between his munching later on thanking me as he flashed that beautiful smile of his. I would go through all the difficulties and hardship in preparing these edibles all over again just to see his smile.
Yes. I, Nakamaru Yuichi, am in-love with my bandmate and close friend Tanaka Koki. I’ve been holding on to this feeling for a couple ofyears now. I have never entertained the idea of confessing to him. I’m lucky enough just being able to stay by his side; to laugh with him, to cry with him, to talk to him, to sing and perform with him, to love him silently from where I am standing. Confessing to him was tantamount to me becoming too selfish. As I recalled one episode of Shounen Club where he said that he would willingly offer his life for me, hope spurred in my heart. The optimism of him returning my feelings was so overwhelming.
A smile grazed my face as I remembered that moment. I woke up from my thinking when two cute dogs namely Sakura and Rai, Koki’s beloved dogs, affectionately nudged my legs. I crouched in front of them afterwards scratching their heads tenderly. I beamed at the cute antics these two dogs were doing. Koki’s cuteness really rubbed-off on these two or was it the other way around. Now I’m not too certain.