An Idiot Falls for A Shortie - ONESHOT
Title: An Idiot Falls for A Shortie
Author: mirazuki_yuuri
Pairing/Subject: YamaRyu, Hikato, UmiChii
Rating: PG-13, R (for language)
Genre: Failed! fluff, drama
Summary: Happenings.. One thing lead to another. (idfk how to summarize this one :p)
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys...or their ass..(okay,maybe I'm plotting something that involves kidnapping Keito and marry him everyday before I sleep XD)
A/N note: Unbeta-ed. The title is so nonsense. And sad to say, this is the most epic fail I've ever written. My brain fails me >_<
He stared at the screen blankly. All the words floated in his head like some sort of mantra. Everyone who had been working for the past 12 hours non-stop would understand him. 5 designs to come up within a week, 10 reports to be submitted and an overworked brain.
The incoming message alert startled him. Which quickly dissolve into a grin when he read the mail.
Dinner tonight at usual, we’re celebrating something. My treat. P/S: u late, u die. - The Cutest Boy in the Whole Universe!!!
‘Fuck the endless job. No one’s gonna die if I continue this tomorrow.’ He saved the reports he had typed, folded all the sketches before leaving the empty office happily.
It was still early when he arrived at the restaurant. He spotted the crowds and paced towards them. Squeezed himself between Keito and Hikaru, he looked around. “Where’s Yuri?” he asked. The smallest guy was nowhere to be seen when he’s the one sending the mail.
“He’ll be here shortly,” Keito replied normally. Apparently the only thing that short is Yuri’s height. Because Yuri arrived, hand intertwined with a girl only after an hour.
“Sorry I’m late. We went to take the cake but then they accidentally sold it to someone else so we had to wait for another one,” he explained. He didn’t care about the cake (why they even need a cake anyway?), all he wanted to know was who is that girl?
“Oh, I forgot. This is my girlfriend, Umika. Umi-chan, this is Ryutaro.” So the gathering was to celebrate Yuri’s success to get a girlfriend. Now, he was the only one yet to have a girlfriend.
Umika is a nice girl and she suits Yuri perfectly. That’s what he thought.
Ryutaro is a nice boy and he needs to find a girlfriend. That’s what they thought.
“Should I ask Umi-chan to introduce some of her friends to you?” Yuri brought up the you-are-the-only-single-one-between-us subject when they were hanging out one fine Friday.
“I have some pretty colleagues as well,” Keito added, only to be jabbed sharply by Hikaru, “But of course I’m not interested in them. I can give you their numbers or set up meetings for you.”
Ryutaro threw his bestfriends an annoyed look. “Seriously you guys. I know you guys are worried and thanks for that but I’m 24. Not 42. So there’s no need to be so worked up over this girlfriend thingy. If I want one, I’ll find myself. Besides, I don’t feel like having relationship right now.” He wanted to end the talk badly.
“Yeah. Or you might as well end up fucking a guy,” Yuri mocked. Ryutaro turned to see Keito and Hikaru kissing and voluntarily felt sick.
“No I won’t. I rather be dead.”
It happened so fast that his mind was unable to process anything. Neurotransmitters froze at their place. Heart stopped pumping blood. Eyes widened.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!! I didn’t see you!! I’m sorry!” the boy bowed to him countless time. He looked up to the boy, and then to the splash of coffee now decorated his white shirt like an abstract painting. Trying hard to stand up, he realized he had sprained ankle and bleeding palms. What a day.
Before his ass kissed the hard pavement, a hand curled around his waist as a support. “Your hurt your hands!! Sprained ankle?” he asked. He nodded, blushing at the contact. Or was it the heat of afternoon sun? The shorter boy took him inside a café, towards the back of it and into a room. He took his own sweet time admiring the interior of the room when he went away. He appeared with an icepack, a bandage and some bottles.
“It’s going to hurt a little, ‘kay?” he told him, using the tone one of that a caring mother. He nodded and he gave a reassuring smile. Like a sunshine.
“Well, your café?” he strike up, trying to ignore the stinging pain on his palms.
“Not really. This is my brother’s. I just came to help during off days,” he answered, still busying over the wounds. He didn’t ask more after that, just watching him doing his job. Or rather, he was too fascinated. Because he smells like summer breeze.
His eyes caught something out of the blue. A picture. He and Umika in matching jackets and scarves. “You know Umi-chan?” He looked up to him, clueless. “Well, you do know her?” he asked back. Then he told him everything, about Yuri and Umika, of course. He and Umika was childhood friends, like and he Yuri were. What a small world.
Yuri arrived half an hour later, after a short phone call. He shrieked upon looking at Ryutaro’s freshly-wrapped ankle and plastered palms. He managed to say goodbye before the short boy dragged him out of the café, ignoring his groan of pain.
“You have a crush on him,” Hikaru accused.
“No I didn’t. I just find him kind and fun to be with,” Ryutaro defended himself.
“Then you like him,” Yuri added.
“No. Like I said, he’s just someone interesting and when he’s around the atmosphere become lively,” he won’t admit his defeat.
“So you are in love with him,” Keito said innocently while Ryutaro’s cheeks painted red.
He didn’t have the chance to rebut when he suddenly appeared with a tray full of iced cocoas and cakes, followed closely by Umika.
“Who loves who? Ryu, you love someone?” he asked bluntly. Hikaru and Yuri tried to suppress their laugh, which finally came out bursting in the middle of the empty green field. Both the newcomers threw the laughing boys a questioning look.
He tried hard to avoid any conversation with him for the rest of the day. When they finally bid goodbyes, he heaved a sigh. I don’t love him, right?
It’s almost New Year. Christmas had passed, which they spent together. 6 of them. Things got awkward when Yuri disappeared with Umika and came back later with wrinkled clothes and lots of red marks. The same goes to Hikaru and Keito, except they decided to kiss and grope each other publicly. He had to hide his reddened face from him. Damn them and their sexual excitement.
“Have any plan for New Year?” he asked out of blue. He didn’t have any, really. He was just thinking of spending it with reading some books while drinking hot cocoa and watching the fireworks from his apartment balcony.
Few days later, he received a mail.
Well, since we both will have nothing to do on New Year’s Eve, we might as well go to watch the illumination. How’s that sound? -Ryosuke-
He sighed. Did he want to face someone he tried to avoid all the week? The hardest thing to decide ever.
Sure. I’ll pick u up at 6. -Ryutaro-
He took a look at his digital calendar, a birthday present from his brother. It’s tomorrow? Oh god. Time was all he need. Or was he?
“I heard someone has a date tomorrow,” was the first thing Hikaru said when he opened the door for them. He decided to ignore the goofball and busying himself in the kitchen. A large bowl of mushroom soup, a plate of fresh fruits and countless cans of beer greeted them few minutes later.
“Ignore us all you want, but you’re gonna face him tomorrow,” Keito scorned, before turned in time to accept his shorter boyfriend’s high-five.
“Well, there’s nothing much to that, isn’t it?” he tried to suppress the urge to blush. “Except it is. Don’t you think it is time to face yourself?” the shortest among them stole an apple from the plate and comfortably sat himself on one of the chairs.
Face himself? Blankly, he stared at Yuri.
“I told you~ Don’t get duped by his over than 3.8 pointers. He’s a loser,” mocked Hikaru. He wanted to talk back, but halt himself halfway. There’s no way he would win when all they said was the truth.
“Okay. Now, what should I do?” and choruses of ‘You’re the man!’ and ‘That’s my boy!’ greeted him. Just pray they wouldn’t teach him nonsense. Fingers crossed.
He’s a little a bit early. Okay, too early. 5.30 pm and 30 minutes to go. Parked his Nissan Fairlady under a tree, he watched as he was talking with a lanky boy at his window. And laughed about something. Like sunflower dancing to the breezy wind.
Too caught up in his own mind, he didn’t realize that he already stood up outside the car. He poked his cheek and that made him jump a little.
“It’s still early you know,” he commented, not really asking what he was doing there.
“Oh, yeah. Ummmm,” he raked his brain for an excuse. “Well, I had nothing much to do at home. So I figured out it won’t hurt being here earlier.”
He lost in his own thought for a while, “You wait here for a minute. I’ll be right back!” and ran into the house. Changing clothes, maybe? He guessed right because he got down few minutes later in a simple red shirt with black skinny jeans and a pair of sneakers. Cool.
“Ne, ne!! Look at that!” he tugged on his sleeves while his other hand eagerly pointed to what he figured out as a deer, made up of light bulbs. He smiled everytime he went ‘Cute!’, ‘Awww!’ and ‘Wow!!’.
“Wanna get some ice-cream?” he pointed to a confectionery booth not far from where they stood.
Instead of answering, Ryutaro pulled the shorter boy into the colorful shop. Various flavors of ice-cream, candies and sweets displayed caught their attention. He chose chocolate mint for himself while he preferred vanilla. He just let him pulled him to find a seat. They finally did, after skimming through the crowds.
“Eh?” he suddenly said which made him look down. His vanilla ice-cream splattered at their feet. He had never seen he pouted before, but hell. He looked damned adorable with those pouty lips.
He got on his feet, ready to go but he held on to his hand. “Where are you going?” he motioned to the confectionery booth. He held out his own ice cream, motioning that he could have it instead of buying another one.
After few minutes of endless argument, Ryosuke came out with the brightest idea that made he choked on his own saliva. He didn’t think twice before licking the ice-cream and shoving it to Ryutaro’s mouth, successfully smeared some on his red cheek in the process. Ryosuke beamed the wonderful smile when he gave in and licked the ice-cream ice well.
“Your cheek… let me clean it for you.” He expected him to turn around and took tissues from his bag or something. He closed in instead, his fresh scent lingering in his nose. When he saw the prominent color of tomato on his face when he retreated, it dawned to him. He just not licked my cheek, isn’t he?
The shock on his face was enough to send his brain into conclusion. He hates me now. Ignoring the worried calls, he scurried through the crowds.
“YOU DID WHAT?” Yuri’s shrilling scream filled the room.
“Nothing. I called him but he ignored me.”
Yuri’s eyes widened, “Ughh. Morimoto Ryutaro, you’re officially a dumb ass.” Hikaru nodded approvingly.
“What’s with everyone blaming me for this? I don’t even understand what is happening,” Ryutaro groaned in frustration. His mind unable to process a thing. He did felt upset when Ryosuke just left. He just didn’t know what to do. He’s a not a mind-reader, dammit.
And apparently, Yuri thought otherwise when he kicked Ryutaro out of his own house (“HEY! THIS IS MY HOUSE!”) and told him to find Ryosuke.
“I don’t care if you’re stupid or just plain idiot. Just go. Don’t dare coming back without him.”
“Bitch,” he muttered under his breath. There’s no use fighting Yuri. He’s a damn manipulative bastard and he knew he would give in, sooner or later. Dragging his feet to nowhere, he stopped to check on his phone. Contemplating. Scroll down a bit and aha! There’s his number.
Mail or phone call? He’ll most probably read the mail and ignore it. Or delete it as soon as he sees my name. A phone call would be futile either. What about going to the café? And risk my neck being strangle to death by his older brother? No thanks.
“I’ll take you as perfect match for my Ryo if you’re not talking to yourself this much,” a cold voice suddenly intruded his muse. HIS OLDER BROTHER.
“I don’t kill or eat people so chill man.” Still, Ryutaro didn’t let his guard down. The taller boy (it made Ryutaro confused for a while - a shortie like Ryosuke would have a lanky brother like Yuto - the miracle of genes) suddenly dragged him towards a tall building, which he suspected their house.
He wanted to protested, really, if not for Yuto’s stern face. He didn’t want to die young. They stopped at 12th floor, glossy white marble floor welcoming them all the way to the very door at the end of the hallway. Yuto didn’t bother to ring the bell; he opened the door with his card and literally dumped Ryutaro inside the house.
“Niichan? You’re back?” a soft familiar voice had Ryutaro’s stomach churned in both excitement and agitation. He slowly turned to face the owner of the pretty face, ready for all the consequences. To say Ryosuke was in utter shock was an understatement. His irises enlarged, reminding Ryutaro of a hamster he used to have before.
He back off a bit and ready to flee except that Ryutaro was faster that he is. He enveloped the brown-haired boy in a tight embrace, totally ignoring his attempt to escape. He cursed, and cursed and another shots of curses but the taller boy said nothing.
He hated how Ryutaro’s smell lingered in his nose. He despised the fact that Ryutaro’s heartbeat fits perfectly with his. He loathed Ryutaro for making him crying like a girl. He reviled his own heart for falling over and over with by mere presence of Ryutaro.
“I hate you…”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You’re stupid.”
“Yes I am.”
“You are the biggest jerk in the universe.”
“You got that right.”
“I want to kill you.”
“Go ahead.”
“For making me love-” Ryosuke’s words were muffled by the soft electrifying touch of Ryutaro’s lips on his. How he wished time would stop and never woke up from the dream. Ryutaro let go, at last, wiping the tears away from Ryosuke’s smooth cheeks.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked, pulling Ryosuke onto his lap. “Why did you run that day? After… you know…”
Ryutaro got a hard whack on his head as an answer. The frown he had vanished, to a sly grin upon seeing Ryosuke’s red face. He pulled him closer, and licked his cheek playfully.
“You taste like strawberry.”
“Shut up.”
“Love you too.”
This one's for my pervy buddy burnttangerine cos I promised her loooong time ago.
Sorry it took soooooo long for me to post this. And sorry too- this one suck big time. I kinda lost all inspiration and ideas to write because my lecturers won't stop giving us works, even on holidays
And as usual people, come on, throw me sneakers, heels, flip-flops or whatever. Kill me if u can.
Author: mirazuki_yuuri
Pairing/Subject: YamaRyu, Hikato, UmiChii
Rating: PG-13, R (for language)
Genre: Failed! fluff, drama
Summary: Happenings.. One thing lead to another. (idfk how to summarize this one :p)
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys...or their ass..(okay,maybe I'm plotting something that involves kidnapping Keito and marry him everyday before I sleep XD)
A/N note: Unbeta-ed. The title is so nonsense. And sad to say, this is the most epic fail I've ever written. My brain fails me >_<
He stared at the screen blankly. All the words floated in his head like some sort of mantra. Everyone who had been working for the past 12 hours non-stop would understand him. 5 designs to come up within a week, 10 reports to be submitted and an overworked brain.
The incoming message alert startled him. Which quickly dissolve into a grin when he read the mail.
Dinner tonight at usual, we’re celebrating something. My treat. P/S: u late, u die. - The Cutest Boy in the Whole Universe!!!
‘Fuck the endless job. No one’s gonna die if I continue this tomorrow.’ He saved the reports he had typed, folded all the sketches before leaving the empty office happily.
It was still early when he arrived at the restaurant. He spotted the crowds and paced towards them. Squeezed himself between Keito and Hikaru, he looked around. “Where’s Yuri?” he asked. The smallest guy was nowhere to be seen when he’s the one sending the mail.
“He’ll be here shortly,” Keito replied normally. Apparently the only thing that short is Yuri’s height. Because Yuri arrived, hand intertwined with a girl only after an hour.
“Sorry I’m late. We went to take the cake but then they accidentally sold it to someone else so we had to wait for another one,” he explained. He didn’t care about the cake (why they even need a cake anyway?), all he wanted to know was who is that girl?
“Oh, I forgot. This is my girlfriend, Umika. Umi-chan, this is Ryutaro.” So the gathering was to celebrate Yuri’s success to get a girlfriend. Now, he was the only one yet to have a girlfriend.
Umika is a nice girl and she suits Yuri perfectly. That’s what he thought.
Ryutaro is a nice boy and he needs to find a girlfriend. That’s what they thought.
“Should I ask Umi-chan to introduce some of her friends to you?” Yuri brought up the you-are-the-only-single-one-between-us subject when they were hanging out one fine Friday.
“I have some pretty colleagues as well,” Keito added, only to be jabbed sharply by Hikaru, “But of course I’m not interested in them. I can give you their numbers or set up meetings for you.”
Ryutaro threw his bestfriends an annoyed look. “Seriously you guys. I know you guys are worried and thanks for that but I’m 24. Not 42. So there’s no need to be so worked up over this girlfriend thingy. If I want one, I’ll find myself. Besides, I don’t feel like having relationship right now.” He wanted to end the talk badly.
“Yeah. Or you might as well end up fucking a guy,” Yuri mocked. Ryutaro turned to see Keito and Hikaru kissing and voluntarily felt sick.
“No I won’t. I rather be dead.”
It happened so fast that his mind was unable to process anything. Neurotransmitters froze at their place. Heart stopped pumping blood. Eyes widened.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!! I didn’t see you!! I’m sorry!” the boy bowed to him countless time. He looked up to the boy, and then to the splash of coffee now decorated his white shirt like an abstract painting. Trying hard to stand up, he realized he had sprained ankle and bleeding palms. What a day.
Before his ass kissed the hard pavement, a hand curled around his waist as a support. “Your hurt your hands!! Sprained ankle?” he asked. He nodded, blushing at the contact. Or was it the heat of afternoon sun? The shorter boy took him inside a café, towards the back of it and into a room. He took his own sweet time admiring the interior of the room when he went away. He appeared with an icepack, a bandage and some bottles.
“It’s going to hurt a little, ‘kay?” he told him, using the tone one of that a caring mother. He nodded and he gave a reassuring smile. Like a sunshine.
“Well, your café?” he strike up, trying to ignore the stinging pain on his palms.
“Not really. This is my brother’s. I just came to help during off days,” he answered, still busying over the wounds. He didn’t ask more after that, just watching him doing his job. Or rather, he was too fascinated. Because he smells like summer breeze.
His eyes caught something out of the blue. A picture. He and Umika in matching jackets and scarves. “You know Umi-chan?” He looked up to him, clueless. “Well, you do know her?” he asked back. Then he told him everything, about Yuri and Umika, of course. He and Umika was childhood friends, like and he Yuri were. What a small world.
Yuri arrived half an hour later, after a short phone call. He shrieked upon looking at Ryutaro’s freshly-wrapped ankle and plastered palms. He managed to say goodbye before the short boy dragged him out of the café, ignoring his groan of pain.
“You have a crush on him,” Hikaru accused.
“No I didn’t. I just find him kind and fun to be with,” Ryutaro defended himself.
“Then you like him,” Yuri added.
“No. Like I said, he’s just someone interesting and when he’s around the atmosphere become lively,” he won’t admit his defeat.
“So you are in love with him,” Keito said innocently while Ryutaro’s cheeks painted red.
He didn’t have the chance to rebut when he suddenly appeared with a tray full of iced cocoas and cakes, followed closely by Umika.
“Who loves who? Ryu, you love someone?” he asked bluntly. Hikaru and Yuri tried to suppress their laugh, which finally came out bursting in the middle of the empty green field. Both the newcomers threw the laughing boys a questioning look.
He tried hard to avoid any conversation with him for the rest of the day. When they finally bid goodbyes, he heaved a sigh. I don’t love him, right?
It’s almost New Year. Christmas had passed, which they spent together. 6 of them. Things got awkward when Yuri disappeared with Umika and came back later with wrinkled clothes and lots of red marks. The same goes to Hikaru and Keito, except they decided to kiss and grope each other publicly. He had to hide his reddened face from him. Damn them and their sexual excitement.
“Have any plan for New Year?” he asked out of blue. He didn’t have any, really. He was just thinking of spending it with reading some books while drinking hot cocoa and watching the fireworks from his apartment balcony.
Few days later, he received a mail.
Well, since we both will have nothing to do on New Year’s Eve, we might as well go to watch the illumination. How’s that sound? -Ryosuke-
He sighed. Did he want to face someone he tried to avoid all the week? The hardest thing to decide ever.
Sure. I’ll pick u up at 6. -Ryutaro-
He took a look at his digital calendar, a birthday present from his brother. It’s tomorrow? Oh god. Time was all he need. Or was he?
“I heard someone has a date tomorrow,” was the first thing Hikaru said when he opened the door for them. He decided to ignore the goofball and busying himself in the kitchen. A large bowl of mushroom soup, a plate of fresh fruits and countless cans of beer greeted them few minutes later.
“Ignore us all you want, but you’re gonna face him tomorrow,” Keito scorned, before turned in time to accept his shorter boyfriend’s high-five.
“Well, there’s nothing much to that, isn’t it?” he tried to suppress the urge to blush. “Except it is. Don’t you think it is time to face yourself?” the shortest among them stole an apple from the plate and comfortably sat himself on one of the chairs.
Face himself? Blankly, he stared at Yuri.
“I told you~ Don’t get duped by his over than 3.8 pointers. He’s a loser,” mocked Hikaru. He wanted to talk back, but halt himself halfway. There’s no way he would win when all they said was the truth.
“Okay. Now, what should I do?” and choruses of ‘You’re the man!’ and ‘That’s my boy!’ greeted him. Just pray they wouldn’t teach him nonsense. Fingers crossed.
He’s a little a bit early. Okay, too early. 5.30 pm and 30 minutes to go. Parked his Nissan Fairlady under a tree, he watched as he was talking with a lanky boy at his window. And laughed about something. Like sunflower dancing to the breezy wind.
Too caught up in his own mind, he didn’t realize that he already stood up outside the car. He poked his cheek and that made him jump a little.
“It’s still early you know,” he commented, not really asking what he was doing there.
“Oh, yeah. Ummmm,” he raked his brain for an excuse. “Well, I had nothing much to do at home. So I figured out it won’t hurt being here earlier.”
He lost in his own thought for a while, “You wait here for a minute. I’ll be right back!” and ran into the house. Changing clothes, maybe? He guessed right because he got down few minutes later in a simple red shirt with black skinny jeans and a pair of sneakers. Cool.
“Ne, ne!! Look at that!” he tugged on his sleeves while his other hand eagerly pointed to what he figured out as a deer, made up of light bulbs. He smiled everytime he went ‘Cute!’, ‘Awww!’ and ‘Wow!!’.
“Wanna get some ice-cream?” he pointed to a confectionery booth not far from where they stood.
Instead of answering, Ryutaro pulled the shorter boy into the colorful shop. Various flavors of ice-cream, candies and sweets displayed caught their attention. He chose chocolate mint for himself while he preferred vanilla. He just let him pulled him to find a seat. They finally did, after skimming through the crowds.
“Eh?” he suddenly said which made him look down. His vanilla ice-cream splattered at their feet. He had never seen he pouted before, but hell. He looked damned adorable with those pouty lips.
He got on his feet, ready to go but he held on to his hand. “Where are you going?” he motioned to the confectionery booth. He held out his own ice cream, motioning that he could have it instead of buying another one.
After few minutes of endless argument, Ryosuke came out with the brightest idea that made he choked on his own saliva. He didn’t think twice before licking the ice-cream and shoving it to Ryutaro’s mouth, successfully smeared some on his red cheek in the process. Ryosuke beamed the wonderful smile when he gave in and licked the ice-cream ice well.
“Your cheek… let me clean it for you.” He expected him to turn around and took tissues from his bag or something. He closed in instead, his fresh scent lingering in his nose. When he saw the prominent color of tomato on his face when he retreated, it dawned to him. He just not licked my cheek, isn’t he?
The shock on his face was enough to send his brain into conclusion. He hates me now. Ignoring the worried calls, he scurried through the crowds.
“YOU DID WHAT?” Yuri’s shrilling scream filled the room.
“Nothing. I called him but he ignored me.”
Yuri’s eyes widened, “Ughh. Morimoto Ryutaro, you’re officially a dumb ass.” Hikaru nodded approvingly.
“What’s with everyone blaming me for this? I don’t even understand what is happening,” Ryutaro groaned in frustration. His mind unable to process a thing. He did felt upset when Ryosuke just left. He just didn’t know what to do. He’s a not a mind-reader, dammit.
And apparently, Yuri thought otherwise when he kicked Ryutaro out of his own house (“HEY! THIS IS MY HOUSE!”) and told him to find Ryosuke.
“I don’t care if you’re stupid or just plain idiot. Just go. Don’t dare coming back without him.”
“Bitch,” he muttered under his breath. There’s no use fighting Yuri. He’s a damn manipulative bastard and he knew he would give in, sooner or later. Dragging his feet to nowhere, he stopped to check on his phone. Contemplating. Scroll down a bit and aha! There’s his number.
Mail or phone call? He’ll most probably read the mail and ignore it. Or delete it as soon as he sees my name. A phone call would be futile either. What about going to the café? And risk my neck being strangle to death by his older brother? No thanks.
“I’ll take you as perfect match for my Ryo if you’re not talking to yourself this much,” a cold voice suddenly intruded his muse. HIS OLDER BROTHER.
“I don’t kill or eat people so chill man.” Still, Ryutaro didn’t let his guard down. The taller boy (it made Ryutaro confused for a while - a shortie like Ryosuke would have a lanky brother like Yuto - the miracle of genes) suddenly dragged him towards a tall building, which he suspected their house.
He wanted to protested, really, if not for Yuto’s stern face. He didn’t want to die young. They stopped at 12th floor, glossy white marble floor welcoming them all the way to the very door at the end of the hallway. Yuto didn’t bother to ring the bell; he opened the door with his card and literally dumped Ryutaro inside the house.
“Niichan? You’re back?” a soft familiar voice had Ryutaro’s stomach churned in both excitement and agitation. He slowly turned to face the owner of the pretty face, ready for all the consequences. To say Ryosuke was in utter shock was an understatement. His irises enlarged, reminding Ryutaro of a hamster he used to have before.
He back off a bit and ready to flee except that Ryutaro was faster that he is. He enveloped the brown-haired boy in a tight embrace, totally ignoring his attempt to escape. He cursed, and cursed and another shots of curses but the taller boy said nothing.
He hated how Ryutaro’s smell lingered in his nose. He despised the fact that Ryutaro’s heartbeat fits perfectly with his. He loathed Ryutaro for making him crying like a girl. He reviled his own heart for falling over and over with by mere presence of Ryutaro.
“I hate you…”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You’re stupid.”
“Yes I am.”
“You are the biggest jerk in the universe.”
“You got that right.”
“I want to kill you.”
“Go ahead.”
“For making me love-” Ryosuke’s words were muffled by the soft electrifying touch of Ryutaro’s lips on his. How he wished time would stop and never woke up from the dream. Ryutaro let go, at last, wiping the tears away from Ryosuke’s smooth cheeks.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked, pulling Ryosuke onto his lap. “Why did you run that day? After… you know…”
Ryutaro got a hard whack on his head as an answer. The frown he had vanished, to a sly grin upon seeing Ryosuke’s red face. He pulled him closer, and licked his cheek playfully.
“You taste like strawberry.”
“Shut up.”
“Love you too.”
This one's for my pervy buddy burnttangerine cos I promised her loooong time ago.
Sorry it took soooooo long for me to post this. And sorry too- this one suck big time. I kinda lost all inspiration and ideas to write because my lecturers won't stop giving us works, even on holidays
And as usual people, come on, throw me sneakers, heels, flip-flops or whatever. Kill me if u can.