wall clocks and cheap colognes and alcohol, taxi rides
-NEWS drabbles-
:angst
-massu/yamapi
-koyama/yamapi
:no, i'm not a fan of yamapi, i, however, adore koyama and massu and pairing them with yamapi just makes it angsty? i guess? anyway,i have to clean the house first, i'd post the rest later?
tennis court soundtrack - daphne loves derby
:massu/yamapi
:angst
Massu sits at the middle of the dark room. The clock at the wall ticks close, closer to midnight, each second echoing loud and clear.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Then there are the sounds:
goodbyes and sayonaras of giggling girls
swooshing of car tires on the road
creaking of white washed doors
heavy footsteps on the floor
rustling of black leather coat
slide of wet lips on ashen cheeks
He smells of cheap cologne and alcohol, Massu muses as he rests his head on the cream white pillows.
I told you not to wait for me
There is indifference in his voice. He walks to the bathroom as he slid of his clothes, back facing Massu. The darkness covers his naked body as he walks back to the bed. He lies beside Massu and slumber takes him under.
Massu stays awake long after the rhythmic breathing is heard. He lies awake looking at the other with unfathomable eyes.
In the morning when the first rays of sunshine creeps past the creaks of the tangerine curtain and washes over the beige sheets of the bed, there is only Yamapi and the empty closet across the room.
broken heart - motion city soundtrack
:koyama/yamapi
:angst
Koyama stares at YamaPi as he crosses the dancefloor, charm running like rivers from his feet. Koyama stares as YamaPi smiles at some chick, hair blonde and wavy donning a perfectly oval face. Koyama stares as hands slide on tan thighs and lips press on slender neck.
Koyama stares and stares as he drinks another glass of some fancy coloured liquid that leaves a burning trail down his throat. Koyama stares as he clutches the metal railings, his knuckles all strained and white.
Later, when YamaPi’s clothes are already shoddy with sweat and cum and Koyama’s all red and tipsy, they share a ride home.
The taxi is big and yellow and smells of lemon and tobacco. They sit with their heads bumping and knees constantly brushing.
YamaPi asks him if he’s had fun because he did and they should hang-out more often from now on.
Koyama puts on his brightest smile and cocks his head to the right and sweetly mutters Of course and Sure.
He cries himself to sleep that night.
--i suck at titles, yes? gome? and i know they're super short and so so... but i like them nonetheless? anyway, i'd be posting the next chapters of my other fics after my prelim exams neh? jaa...