Fic : This is Love (Chapter 3)
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Fifteen minutes later, the rain hit the ground so hard with the strong wind. Hikaru thought it would be dangerous to drive in this kind of weather. He was also tired and it was already too late at night. He decided to change their destination to avoid if something bad would happen. His apartment was closer, so he drove fast there.
“Hey, get up,” Hikaru tapped Fukka’s shoulders. He then got out of his car, opening the umbrella and took his and Fukka’s bags from the back seat and made quick turn to get Fukka now.
Fukka woke up all confused. Hikaru opened the door and grabbed him. He kinda lost his balance and shivered with the cold wind and rain which hit him suddenly. The umbrella couldn’t save them. They ran inside the building and got wet from head to toe. Fukka was freezing as Hikaru took him to the elevator and he was just silent when they got into a place.
“My apartment. Sorry, it’s nearer,” Hikaru explained briefly. Fukka nodded and hugged himself. Hikaru held Fukka’s wrist and guided him further inside. He showed Fukka where the bathroom was. “Go wash up. Don’t catch a cold,” He shoved him a towel and some clothes. “Sorry,” He turned and walked away to get his phone because it rang nonstop.
Fukka was frozen for a while. He couldn’t believe he was in Hikaru’s apartment. What a sudden turn of event. He watched Hikaru accept the call and then he chose to have warm shower. He tried not to think too much and made sure he didn’t catch a cold.
He dried himself with the towel and looked at the mirror inside the bathroom. It seemed that Hikaru didn’t check if the clothes fit Fukka or not, because they were obviously big for him. His hands and feet were practically hidden under the clothes, and the long sleeves T-shirt had wide collar cut so it was fallen on one side of Fukka’s shoulder. He needed to adjust it to make it presentable because he didn’t want to act rude to ask better clothes for him.
When he got out of the bathroom, he could hear the sound of washing machine and noticed that the wet clothes he let on the floor outside the shower were gone. He felt bad that Hikaru washed them for him. He wanted to say thanks and maybe helped in away because the other helped him a lot today. He searched for Hikaru quietly and he found him in the living room, sitting on the floor, watching some dance practice on his laptop and he was still on the phone.
“I will make dinner,” Fukka said to him without sound when Hikaru saw Fukka took the plastic bag and walked to the kitchen.
Hikaru’s attention was back to the screen and the call because he had to check if the dance practice of a group was okay. They would perform tomorrow in music show on live TV, so the company wanted it to be perfect. He pushed back the thought of how cute Fukka was wearing his clothes and focused on the work instead. He wanted this to end soon because it was not every day he could have Fukka in his apartment and cooked for him.
Hikaru didn’t know that Fukka couldn’t cook at all. Fukka just made two cups of noodle for him and Hikaru. He was so satisfied by that simple task even if he wasn’t sure if it could be called as cooking or not. He shrugged nonchalantly and thought it was okay because he was sure Hikaru would understand. This was like an emergency state after all. He brought the food to the table, happy that Hikaru clear the table already and ready to eat.
“Let’s eat,” Fukka said happily. He liked cup noodles and would definitely treat Hikaru to have ramen next time. He sat in front of Hikaru, all smiley. On the other hand, Hikaru just there watched Fukka eating and his expression was like he was just witnessing something scary.
“You don’t eat it! You drink it!” Hikaru said in shock. Yeah, Fukka didn’t chew the noodle. Fukka stopped eating and felt awkward and uncomfortable because he realized he ate by himself and for million times he was told like that.
Hikaru flickered Fukka’s forehead and took away both cups to the kitchen. Fukka wanted to protest but got silenced by Hikaru who said, “I will cook for us!”
It was the first time for Hikaru to see someone eat without chewing and it was sure not healthy. That was why he wanted to cook something that would force Fukka to chew it well. He got a call again and talked to the man in chief of the group to say that everything was alright and it continued as long as he cooked, so he didn’t think much of Fukka who was pouting as his favorite food was taken away from him.
Fukka was left alone and with still hungry stomach. He folded his hands on the table, his head laying on the hands. He was trying to take a better look of Hikaru’s place. It wasn’t that big but cozy enough for living. The living room had sofa near the table but since the floor was made with wood, Fukka chose to be there and it was warm. Hikaru already turned on the heater and the sound of cooking making him sleepy again.
There were some little bunny dolls on top of a CD/DVD shelf. It stood out because this place was so manly with many training tools all around. Fukka wondered if Hikaru’s girlfriend or his mom/sister put them there because it would be a total cute if it’s Hikaru himself who loved them.
Fukka noticed that Hikaru got rid of his wet clothes, possibly when Fukka was in the bathroom. Hikaru changed into black long sleeves T-shirt and black short. Fukka felt bad once again, but what could he do? Hikaru was just too kind to him.
“Let’s eat,” Hikaru said, putting two plates of omelet rice. “What do you want me write on top of it?” Hikaru asked with ketchup bottle in his hand.
“Windy,” Fukka said like a child.
“Win-? Who?” Hikaru confused.
“Um… a pokemon…,” Fukka tried. “Oh, never mind,” he brushed it away but Hikaru wrote it anyway which made Fukka happy.
“Chew it,” Hikaru said as if telling Fukka that he would watch him eat properly till the end.
Fukka pouted but Hikaru didn’t waver, so Fukka chewed properly and he didn’t mind it after that because the food was so tasty. He enjoyed it much as he smiled thankfully to Hikaru who felt relieved Fukka love it. They both ate in silence and were happy to have dinner together. When they finished their late dinner, Fukka got up first and told Hikaru he would do the dishes as a thank you. Hikaru just let him be because he got another call.
Hikaru cut the call straight after he heard a loud crash from the kitchen. He ran there and found Fukka on the floor. Broken pieces of a plate are around him. “Sorry,” said Fukka in panic as he tried to clean the mess he created.
Hikaru wasn’t fast enough to prevent Fukka to touch them so he got cut on his index finger. Hikaru’s heart almost stopped as he saw the blood. He used broom to swipe away the broken plate and then came to Fukka who seemed like fainting. He touched Fukka’s forehead with his own to check the temperature. Fukka had fever. He did quick first aid to Fukka’s wounded finger and then brought Fukka to his bedroom bridal style.
“I am sorry,” Fukka mumbled weakly as Hikaru put him on the bed and covered him with warm blanket. Hikaru as always didn’t answer. Fukka watched as Hikaru sat on the floor beside the bed. The man was just there, accompanying him until he was asleep. That night he didn’t have a dream. He slept peacefully because he knew Hikaru was there for him. He felt so blissful. Next time, he was determined to be there for Hikaru instead.
Continue to Part 4 (.^_^.)