.The Night Tales Part 1
Title: The Night Tales ; "The Whispering Tales"
Author le_chocolats
Pairing: Yamajima, Hikanoo, Tadaiki, Inoobu, Okachii, Nakachii, Hikadai
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Genre: romance, angst
Warning: enjoy reading :)))))
Summary: The whispering tales...
Part 1 ; "The Whispering Tales"
Looking up to the sky, Yamada escaped his sigh silently upon seeing the plain night sky above him as he’s standing on this busy sidewalk of Omotesando, getting passed by, by the people around him.
The stars… how he misses seeing them. He remembers how he used to lying on an open grassy field nearby his home back in Shizuoka with his mother every night, watching the stars. They both love the stars after all. His mother and him.
“He’ll take good care of you after I’m gone-”
“No, I’ll stay here,” he answered firmly to the words. For how many times they’ll be having this conversation, he doesn’t know, but it’s something certain that he hates it. It feels like drowning through emptiness having it. And his chest would feels heavy that it gets harder to draw a breathe.
“Ryo-chan-”
“I’ll stay, mom,” Yamada told his mother. “This is where I suppose to be. All my life, it’s here, can you not understand it?” And the words brought silence to the woman’s currently lying weakly on her bed right now. “And didn’t I tell you we won’t be having this conversation ever again? This moving to Tokyo thing or anything about you’re going. You’re not going anywhere!” he nearly scream the last sentence out, somehow thinking he can prevent the flowing tears to come out doing so.
Yet, it fell. His tears. It fell while quietude deluded them both.
“Your brother, he… he likes to draw too, in fact, he’s really good at it. He’s an architect, so spending time drawing together might be fun, deshou? He’s also… he… he’s a really good person,” his mother broke the overwhelming silence “Besides, there’ll be more opportunities for you in Tokyo than here. You can go to the best fashion design school there. Living up your dreams. And I’m sure your brother would help you out,” and he could only shook his head in disbelief upon the words given.
“I care not,” Yamada hardly replied between the tears. “And I’m not… going to just call someone my brother just because you decided to tell me so. I don’t even know him…”
“Gomeeen, Yama-chan,” an apology woke Yamada up from the bitter memory. Yamada looked over to his side and found the guilt-ridden Daiki beside him, he’s having both of his hand clasped together, signing his apology. Yamada shook his head, smiling understandingly.
“Have you got the present?”
“Un,” Daiki nodded, waving an expensive looking paper bag of a watch store. “That Bakaki better used them well, because this costed not so little of my savings,” he said and had Yamada chuckled at his sentence. “Ah, wait, let me check my phone first. There’s probably hundred calls from him since he’d be home already this hours,” Daiki said while fishing his phone out of his jeans pocket.
“Sure,” Yamada replied before once again averting his eyes to the plain night sky of Tokyo. “The sky… is lonely ne, in Tokyo…,” he mumbled but loud enough for Daiki to hear.
“Hmm?”
“I mean, just look at it. You can’t even see the stars here.”
“Maa, that can’t be help ne, since these buildings light brighter than the stars~”
“Da na~”
“Saa, ikkou ka?” Daiki said then before the two of them started walking their way along the sidewalk of Omotesando. It was only a few steps away when someone accidentally bumped into Yamada.
“Aaa, gomen~” Yamada apologized as he grabbed the arm of the tall man that’s about to fall. “Are you alright?”
“Let me go!” but that harsh answer was the reply he got. Yamada can see this guy’s feet are shaking and his breath reeks alcohol and in no seconds he can tell this guy’s badly drunk.
For a moment after the tall guy forcefully took his arm of off him, their eyes met. This tall guy’s dim eyes were filled with sadness, Yamada can clearly see it. And he was about to spoke another words when the tall guy quickly looked away from him.
“It’s none of your business,” he mumbled as if he already predicted the words that’s about to come from him, before continue walking away, fighting back his dizzy drunken head.
“That guy… what is wrong with him? Getting all drunk and cranky at another people,” Daiki snorted as he watched the tall guy’s back slowly disappearing through the crowds.
The words didn’t really succeed on attracting Yamada’s attention away from a shining little metal on the surface of the sidewalk. A slight furrows appeared on Yamada’s forehead while he bends down, pulling the shining metal thing into his hands.
“Are? What is it? A key?” Daiki said as he peeked behind Yamada’s shoulder, looking at a key on Yamada’s hand. A key with ladybug keychain attached to it. And behind it, there’s another keychain with 2 alphabet attached to it too.
YY.
“Papa! Papa! Papa, mitte! It’s an aeroplane!!” The super ecstatic tones caught Inoo back, out of his own thought. He looked up and found a little boy, not too far from where he was seated at the airport’s waiting room, most probably 7 to 8 years old, currently jumping up and down, waving at his father behind him.
As his father came closer, the little boy then excitingly pointing rows of a parking aeroplanes outside under the night sky.
“Papa, mitte??” he said. Now he had both of his palms sticked to the glass wall, with his nose nearly touching the glass wall as well. “Uwaaah, sugeee!!! It’s so biiig!!” Though the little boy was back-facing him right now, still, the words sent each end of Inoo’s lips stretched into a smile. Imagining the glowing innocence of the little boy that must be adorably adorned his face.
“Kid~” the voice next to him said, along with a giggle.
“Kawaii, ne?” Inoo responded, without having his attention moved even a second from the little boy. His smile just keeps getting wider. “Ne, Ko-chan…,” he called out his friends seating next to him after some while.
“What?”
“Someday… he’d get called Papa too, right?” Inoo asked. “If I do this, he’d get called Papa too, right?” Inoo repeated his question while looking at Yabu whom was jailed by silence, not so sure of what might be a good answer to that. And a smile is the only answer he can offer to the dainty guy.
“Attention, passangers of Nippon Sky Airlines destination Chicago…”
“Come on, that’s our call,” Yabu said. They stood up and took their backpacks and put on their coats before heading to the gate. And Inoo was a step away from the gate when he looked back at the little boy with his father in the waiting room. Secretly glancing one last smile before following Yabu into the gate.
“From this day on…”
An hour has passed and Hikaru’s still inside his car, sitting behind the driving wheel of his car, unmoved. Gazing out to a 2 storey’s Japanese style house across the street.
“Smile even wider each day you wake up in the morning, live every dreams you have, eat a lot, take a nice hot tub once in awhile when the day’s tired you out, spend your time drinking and having fun with your friends after work,” there was a pause after that sentence’s out before he saw him smiling at him, might be his most serene smile he’s ever seen.
“And fall in love again with someone that truly deserves you-”
“Kei-” he cut him off, but the pretty guy shook his head slowly and sent him back in silence.
“Someone you can have a normal date with, someone you can get married to, the one you’ll hold hands with through the rest of your life, the one that’d make you the happiest when she told you she has your child with her, be a parents together, someone…”
Truthfully, Hikaru doesn’t feel like hearing the rest of it. Yet…
“Someone who can give you a future. And that someone isn’t me, as much as I want to, as much as I hope I am, but I’m not that someone, Hika. I’ll never be that someone…”
His buzzing phone snapped him back to reality. Hikaru closed his eyes, sighing, then took his phone out, reading the name ‘Kitayama’ flashing on the screen before answering it.
“Hai?”
“Still at that house?” Kitayama asked from the other line.
“Yeah…”
“Will you still take it? The house?” this question somehow came out a little cautiously. Hikaru threw back his eyes at the Japanese styled house acrossed him. It wasn’t as dark as before for now, the terrace and the garden lights up with beautiful illumination of the lamp. The garden was far cleaner, some bushes, trees, and flower planted on the garden, the muddy exterior wall also has been repainted.
And though faintly, Hikaru can hear the sound of laughs from inside the house. And once again, his heart makes a clench by the thought, it should’ve been him. If only all of this never happened, if only they’re still together… it would’ve been them…
“No,” Hikaru said after awhile, swallowing in his own bitterness. “It’s already taken by someone else. A… a family. They just moved in 2 weeks a go. So, yeah, I’m not taking it.”
“Sou ka…,” Kitayama only replied, seemingly not so sure of how to react either. “Hey, why don’t you come over? Everyone’s still here, well, except that newbie Nakajima. Can you believe it, he got wasted, badly, badly drunk, on our first hour here.”
“Really? He did?”
“Yeah, our boss had to tell him to call it off for a night,” then Kitayama’s sniff was heard. “I can’t believe our boss trusted someone like that newbie Nakajima to do The Tokyo Sky Tower Design project with you-”
“Hey, he’s good, you have to be fair on this,” Hikaru warned his bestfriend.
“Whatever… So, are you coming?”
“No, I think I’ll call it off for a night too. Sorry…”
“Alright, see you tomorrow then~ And, buddie,” Kitayama called out before the call’s hung up. “I’m… really sorry about the house…”
Hikaru smiled weakly at Kitayama’s words. “No biggie, buddie…”
It wouldn’t matter anyway… he’s not here anymore… It wouldn't matter anyway...
His boyfriend’s already asleep when Daiki went inside their bedroom that night. He sighed seeing the other guy doesn’t even wrapped the blanket properly before deciding to tug him inside the blanket. He shoved some bangs covering Takaki’s face aside while settling himself on the bed side. Sitting there, just watching his boyfriend’s sleeping, how his chest heaves up and down calmly.
“This is my boyfriend, Takaki Yuya. He’s a pediatrics~”
“Are you embarrassed? Having someone like me as your boyfriend?”
Those words suddenly flashing in his mind and soon enough guilts creeping in, overpowering his heart. And Daiki looked away when tears started to fall off his eyes. But, he quickly wiped it off when a voice greeted him.
“Hey, you’re home…,” Takaki said in his sleepy voice and his eyes half opened. He slowly sitting up on their bed and turning on the lamp table beside his side of bed. “What took you so long? Did you just got home?”
“Un,” Daiki nodded, putting on his brightest smile at his boyfriend after giving Takaki’s lips a quick peck. “The store that sells the watch I looked for was really crowded,” he explained.
“The… watch?”
“Yes, this watch,” Daiki put the small paper bag with a box of expensive watch he bought earlier with Yamada on Takaki’s lap. While Takaki could only look down quizzically at the paper bag, before he turned his confused look at Daiki. “I bought it for you!” Daiki exclaimed, grinning widely.
“You bought me a watch?” Daiki nodded. “For what? It’s not even my birthday…”
“Mouu, do I really need a reason to buy something nice for my boyfriend?” he protested. “Quickly take a look at it, I bet you’d like it. I picked the best one in the store for you, Yuya~”
Though still pretty much confused and flooded by questions, Takaki opened the box inside the paper bag. And once a shining silver watch shown itself, his eyes went wide open.
“Dai-chan, this is…”
“Dou? You like it?”
“I do, but this is-”
“Great! I knew you’ll like it. Wear them tomorrow when you go to the Kindergarten~”
“I-I don’t think so, Dai-chan.”
“Why not? You don’t like it?”
“It’s… I… look, I do like this watch, thank you for buying this for me. But, wearing it to my work tomorrow, I don't think so. It’s not… I’m not even an office worker, and it’s a Kindergarten, so wearing this might be a little… too much,” Takaki tried to give an understanding.
“I still don’t see any reason for you to not wear them, though. It’s an accessory, Yuya, it’s something personal, it has nothing to do with where you work. Besides, this watch I bought you, it’s more comfortable to use than your old rubber one,” Daiki said as he got up from the bed side and heads to their bathroom to change.
“How do you know that? You don’t even wear this kind of watch,” Takaki argumented.
“It’s the same brand as the one Hika always wears, so I know it, Hika once said so,” Daiki replied lightly. And Takaki sniffed silently at the mentioning of that particular name as he looked down at the brand new watch in his hand.
“Of course…,” Takaki mumbled to himself.
“Oi!! Don’t mess with me! Open the door!!! Oi! Open the door!!!!” It’s been almost 10 minutes, yet Yuto’s still screaming, hitting, and kicking his own apartment door. Causing ruckus on his flat’s corridor, some of his neighbors already peeking through their doors at him.
“What?!” Yuto turned at his neighbors, glaring at each one of them. “Where’s your manner? Hasn’t anyone ever told you that staring is im-po-lite?! HUH?!!” he yelled out and had his neighbors dashing back into their own flats.
And for some moment there, Yuto just stayed silent with his head hanging low. Tired, he then leaned his back to his apartment door and let his body slipped down to the floor. He took out his phone only to send a certain someone a mail…
Can you come?
I lost our apartment’s key. Please…
Mail delivered by Chii. And it was the words shown on his phone screen right after he sent the mail…
Chinen sighed as he put back his phone onto the bedside table and with a careful movement sneaking back his body inside the embrace of the sleeping Keito next to him, trying not to wake the older up.
“Who is it?” but Keito’s soft voice startling him, just when Chinen thought he succeeded on his attempt to not waking up the latter.
It took quite a while before Chinen can answer the question. “Y-Yuto…”
“What did he say? Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, he just lost the apartment key.”
“He wants you to come over?”
“Un, but, it’s alright, I told him to contact the apartment’s staff. It’s easier that way anyway,” Chinen said.
“You sure?”
Chinen nodded then he snuggled himself closer to Keito’s embrace, feeling Keito’s arm tightened around his waist. And a smile hauled on Chinen’s lips when he felt Keito softly mumbling ‘oyasumi’ against the top of his head.
Author le_chocolats
Pairing: Yamajima, Hikanoo, Tadaiki, Inoobu, Okachii, Nakachii, Hikadai
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Genre: romance, angst
Warning: enjoy reading :)))))
Summary: The whispering tales...
Part 1 ; "The Whispering Tales"
Looking up to the sky, Yamada escaped his sigh silently upon seeing the plain night sky above him as he’s standing on this busy sidewalk of Omotesando, getting passed by, by the people around him.
The stars… how he misses seeing them. He remembers how he used to lying on an open grassy field nearby his home back in Shizuoka with his mother every night, watching the stars. They both love the stars after all. His mother and him.
“He’ll take good care of you after I’m gone-”
“No, I’ll stay here,” he answered firmly to the words. For how many times they’ll be having this conversation, he doesn’t know, but it’s something certain that he hates it. It feels like drowning through emptiness having it. And his chest would feels heavy that it gets harder to draw a breathe.
“Ryo-chan-”
“I’ll stay, mom,” Yamada told his mother. “This is where I suppose to be. All my life, it’s here, can you not understand it?” And the words brought silence to the woman’s currently lying weakly on her bed right now. “And didn’t I tell you we won’t be having this conversation ever again? This moving to Tokyo thing or anything about you’re going. You’re not going anywhere!” he nearly scream the last sentence out, somehow thinking he can prevent the flowing tears to come out doing so.
Yet, it fell. His tears. It fell while quietude deluded them both.
“Your brother, he… he likes to draw too, in fact, he’s really good at it. He’s an architect, so spending time drawing together might be fun, deshou? He’s also… he… he’s a really good person,” his mother broke the overwhelming silence “Besides, there’ll be more opportunities for you in Tokyo than here. You can go to the best fashion design school there. Living up your dreams. And I’m sure your brother would help you out,” and he could only shook his head in disbelief upon the words given.
“I care not,” Yamada hardly replied between the tears. “And I’m not… going to just call someone my brother just because you decided to tell me so. I don’t even know him…”
“Gomeeen, Yama-chan,” an apology woke Yamada up from the bitter memory. Yamada looked over to his side and found the guilt-ridden Daiki beside him, he’s having both of his hand clasped together, signing his apology. Yamada shook his head, smiling understandingly.
“Have you got the present?”
“Un,” Daiki nodded, waving an expensive looking paper bag of a watch store. “That Bakaki better used them well, because this costed not so little of my savings,” he said and had Yamada chuckled at his sentence. “Ah, wait, let me check my phone first. There’s probably hundred calls from him since he’d be home already this hours,” Daiki said while fishing his phone out of his jeans pocket.
“Sure,” Yamada replied before once again averting his eyes to the plain night sky of Tokyo. “The sky… is lonely ne, in Tokyo…,” he mumbled but loud enough for Daiki to hear.
“Hmm?”
“I mean, just look at it. You can’t even see the stars here.”
“Maa, that can’t be help ne, since these buildings light brighter than the stars~”
“Da na~”
“Saa, ikkou ka?” Daiki said then before the two of them started walking their way along the sidewalk of Omotesando. It was only a few steps away when someone accidentally bumped into Yamada.
“Aaa, gomen~” Yamada apologized as he grabbed the arm of the tall man that’s about to fall. “Are you alright?”
“Let me go!” but that harsh answer was the reply he got. Yamada can see this guy’s feet are shaking and his breath reeks alcohol and in no seconds he can tell this guy’s badly drunk.
For a moment after the tall guy forcefully took his arm of off him, their eyes met. This tall guy’s dim eyes were filled with sadness, Yamada can clearly see it. And he was about to spoke another words when the tall guy quickly looked away from him.
“It’s none of your business,” he mumbled as if he already predicted the words that’s about to come from him, before continue walking away, fighting back his dizzy drunken head.
“That guy… what is wrong with him? Getting all drunk and cranky at another people,” Daiki snorted as he watched the tall guy’s back slowly disappearing through the crowds.
The words didn’t really succeed on attracting Yamada’s attention away from a shining little metal on the surface of the sidewalk. A slight furrows appeared on Yamada’s forehead while he bends down, pulling the shining metal thing into his hands.
“Are? What is it? A key?” Daiki said as he peeked behind Yamada’s shoulder, looking at a key on Yamada’s hand. A key with ladybug keychain attached to it. And behind it, there’s another keychain with 2 alphabet attached to it too.
YY.
“Papa! Papa! Papa, mitte! It’s an aeroplane!!” The super ecstatic tones caught Inoo back, out of his own thought. He looked up and found a little boy, not too far from where he was seated at the airport’s waiting room, most probably 7 to 8 years old, currently jumping up and down, waving at his father behind him.
As his father came closer, the little boy then excitingly pointing rows of a parking aeroplanes outside under the night sky.
“Papa, mitte??” he said. Now he had both of his palms sticked to the glass wall, with his nose nearly touching the glass wall as well. “Uwaaah, sugeee!!! It’s so biiig!!” Though the little boy was back-facing him right now, still, the words sent each end of Inoo’s lips stretched into a smile. Imagining the glowing innocence of the little boy that must be adorably adorned his face.
“Kid~” the voice next to him said, along with a giggle.
“Kawaii, ne?” Inoo responded, without having his attention moved even a second from the little boy. His smile just keeps getting wider. “Ne, Ko-chan…,” he called out his friends seating next to him after some while.
“What?”
“Someday… he’d get called Papa too, right?” Inoo asked. “If I do this, he’d get called Papa too, right?” Inoo repeated his question while looking at Yabu whom was jailed by silence, not so sure of what might be a good answer to that. And a smile is the only answer he can offer to the dainty guy.
“Attention, passangers of Nippon Sky Airlines destination Chicago…”
“Come on, that’s our call,” Yabu said. They stood up and took their backpacks and put on their coats before heading to the gate. And Inoo was a step away from the gate when he looked back at the little boy with his father in the waiting room. Secretly glancing one last smile before following Yabu into the gate.
“From this day on…”
An hour has passed and Hikaru’s still inside his car, sitting behind the driving wheel of his car, unmoved. Gazing out to a 2 storey’s Japanese style house across the street.
“Smile even wider each day you wake up in the morning, live every dreams you have, eat a lot, take a nice hot tub once in awhile when the day’s tired you out, spend your time drinking and having fun with your friends after work,” there was a pause after that sentence’s out before he saw him smiling at him, might be his most serene smile he’s ever seen.
“And fall in love again with someone that truly deserves you-”
“Kei-” he cut him off, but the pretty guy shook his head slowly and sent him back in silence.
“Someone you can have a normal date with, someone you can get married to, the one you’ll hold hands with through the rest of your life, the one that’d make you the happiest when she told you she has your child with her, be a parents together, someone…”
Truthfully, Hikaru doesn’t feel like hearing the rest of it. Yet…
“Someone who can give you a future. And that someone isn’t me, as much as I want to, as much as I hope I am, but I’m not that someone, Hika. I’ll never be that someone…”
His buzzing phone snapped him back to reality. Hikaru closed his eyes, sighing, then took his phone out, reading the name ‘Kitayama’ flashing on the screen before answering it.
“Hai?”
“Still at that house?” Kitayama asked from the other line.
“Yeah…”
“Will you still take it? The house?” this question somehow came out a little cautiously. Hikaru threw back his eyes at the Japanese styled house acrossed him. It wasn’t as dark as before for now, the terrace and the garden lights up with beautiful illumination of the lamp. The garden was far cleaner, some bushes, trees, and flower planted on the garden, the muddy exterior wall also has been repainted.
And though faintly, Hikaru can hear the sound of laughs from inside the house. And once again, his heart makes a clench by the thought, it should’ve been him. If only all of this never happened, if only they’re still together… it would’ve been them…
“No,” Hikaru said after awhile, swallowing in his own bitterness. “It’s already taken by someone else. A… a family. They just moved in 2 weeks a go. So, yeah, I’m not taking it.”
“Sou ka…,” Kitayama only replied, seemingly not so sure of how to react either. “Hey, why don’t you come over? Everyone’s still here, well, except that newbie Nakajima. Can you believe it, he got wasted, badly, badly drunk, on our first hour here.”
“Really? He did?”
“Yeah, our boss had to tell him to call it off for a night,” then Kitayama’s sniff was heard. “I can’t believe our boss trusted someone like that newbie Nakajima to do The Tokyo Sky Tower Design project with you-”
“Hey, he’s good, you have to be fair on this,” Hikaru warned his bestfriend.
“Whatever… So, are you coming?”
“No, I think I’ll call it off for a night too. Sorry…”
“Alright, see you tomorrow then~ And, buddie,” Kitayama called out before the call’s hung up. “I’m… really sorry about the house…”
Hikaru smiled weakly at Kitayama’s words. “No biggie, buddie…”
It wouldn’t matter anyway… he’s not here anymore… It wouldn't matter anyway...
His boyfriend’s already asleep when Daiki went inside their bedroom that night. He sighed seeing the other guy doesn’t even wrapped the blanket properly before deciding to tug him inside the blanket. He shoved some bangs covering Takaki’s face aside while settling himself on the bed side. Sitting there, just watching his boyfriend’s sleeping, how his chest heaves up and down calmly.
“This is my boyfriend, Takaki Yuya. He’s a pediatrics~”
“Are you embarrassed? Having someone like me as your boyfriend?”
Those words suddenly flashing in his mind and soon enough guilts creeping in, overpowering his heart. And Daiki looked away when tears started to fall off his eyes. But, he quickly wiped it off when a voice greeted him.
“Hey, you’re home…,” Takaki said in his sleepy voice and his eyes half opened. He slowly sitting up on their bed and turning on the lamp table beside his side of bed. “What took you so long? Did you just got home?”
“Un,” Daiki nodded, putting on his brightest smile at his boyfriend after giving Takaki’s lips a quick peck. “The store that sells the watch I looked for was really crowded,” he explained.
“The… watch?”
“Yes, this watch,” Daiki put the small paper bag with a box of expensive watch he bought earlier with Yamada on Takaki’s lap. While Takaki could only look down quizzically at the paper bag, before he turned his confused look at Daiki. “I bought it for you!” Daiki exclaimed, grinning widely.
“You bought me a watch?” Daiki nodded. “For what? It’s not even my birthday…”
“Mouu, do I really need a reason to buy something nice for my boyfriend?” he protested. “Quickly take a look at it, I bet you’d like it. I picked the best one in the store for you, Yuya~”
Though still pretty much confused and flooded by questions, Takaki opened the box inside the paper bag. And once a shining silver watch shown itself, his eyes went wide open.
“Dai-chan, this is…”
“Dou? You like it?”
“I do, but this is-”
“Great! I knew you’ll like it. Wear them tomorrow when you go to the Kindergarten~”
“I-I don’t think so, Dai-chan.”
“Why not? You don’t like it?”
“It’s… I… look, I do like this watch, thank you for buying this for me. But, wearing it to my work tomorrow, I don't think so. It’s not… I’m not even an office worker, and it’s a Kindergarten, so wearing this might be a little… too much,” Takaki tried to give an understanding.
“I still don’t see any reason for you to not wear them, though. It’s an accessory, Yuya, it’s something personal, it has nothing to do with where you work. Besides, this watch I bought you, it’s more comfortable to use than your old rubber one,” Daiki said as he got up from the bed side and heads to their bathroom to change.
“How do you know that? You don’t even wear this kind of watch,” Takaki argumented.
“It’s the same brand as the one Hika always wears, so I know it, Hika once said so,” Daiki replied lightly. And Takaki sniffed silently at the mentioning of that particular name as he looked down at the brand new watch in his hand.
“Of course…,” Takaki mumbled to himself.
“Oi!! Don’t mess with me! Open the door!!! Oi! Open the door!!!!” It’s been almost 10 minutes, yet Yuto’s still screaming, hitting, and kicking his own apartment door. Causing ruckus on his flat’s corridor, some of his neighbors already peeking through their doors at him.
“What?!” Yuto turned at his neighbors, glaring at each one of them. “Where’s your manner? Hasn’t anyone ever told you that staring is im-po-lite?! HUH?!!” he yelled out and had his neighbors dashing back into their own flats.
And for some moment there, Yuto just stayed silent with his head hanging low. Tired, he then leaned his back to his apartment door and let his body slipped down to the floor. He took out his phone only to send a certain someone a mail…
Can you come?
I lost our apartment’s key. Please…
Mail delivered by Chii. And it was the words shown on his phone screen right after he sent the mail…
Chinen sighed as he put back his phone onto the bedside table and with a careful movement sneaking back his body inside the embrace of the sleeping Keito next to him, trying not to wake the older up.
“Who is it?” but Keito’s soft voice startling him, just when Chinen thought he succeeded on his attempt to not waking up the latter.
It took quite a while before Chinen can answer the question. “Y-Yuto…”
“What did he say? Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, he just lost the apartment key.”
“He wants you to come over?”
“Un, but, it’s alright, I told him to contact the apartment’s staff. It’s easier that way anyway,” Chinen said.
“You sure?”
Chinen nodded then he snuggled himself closer to Keito’s embrace, feeling Keito’s arm tightened around his waist. And a smile hauled on Chinen’s lips when he felt Keito softly mumbling ‘oyasumi’ against the top of his head.