The Unspoken Game (for nightbaron079)
Title: The Unspoken Game
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen/Romance
Word count: 1,150 words
Recipient: nightbaron079
Summary: No summary available
Author's Note: sorry bb girl, i wasn't able to fulfill your request. this was the best i could do. i promise i had the angstiest intentions in my heart but i just couldn't bring them all out. no feels in me. :/
Yamada presses the home button for the nth time that night - no new messages. He feels his smile weaken at the edges but nods at the question thrown at him by one of his colleagues. He knows he's not being polite, checking his phone every few minutes, but the need tugs at him and he concedes thinking maybe this time - or this time. Someone puts an arm around his neck and he's pulled towards the Karaoke machine where they needle him into singing (and dancing) that cute Korean song he can't stop yelling at random times during production and he performs, singing it as best as he can while doing all the moves and laughing his guts out at the same time. He presses his home button as soon as he takes his seat, two new messages, he turns the screen off smugly and thinks - let him wait. He places the phone back in his pocket and he immerses himself in the cast party.
It takes him more or less two hours to arrive home and he only looks at his phone again after he's done conversing with his mother and cleaning up but he ignores all of the messages to read the one he's been waiting for all night. It's nothing but a silly picture with a caption but it's enough to make him smile, wider than he's smiled all night. He closes the message and answers all of the other messages first before opening it again. He types a casual message about the party and he sends the group photo he took of the night. He receives a reply after five minutes and he asks the most obvious question - "you're not asleep yet?," and is replied with a slew of stickers and emoji. He sits on his bed and snuggles a pillow as he sends a self-taken photo and he receives one in return (which he secretly saves in a private folder).
It is officially 27:00 when Nakajima stops replying and although disappointed; he has to admit to himself that he needs to rest for the busy day that's waiting for him. He notes that he sent the last message and stubbornly commits to his mind that he will not send any more.
It takes Nakajima an entire week to send a new message. And though this is not entirely new for him (for them), Yamada all but jumps at the new message, trying to play it cool before sending too many stickers, too many emojis and hoping against hope that Nakajima will reply again. Their schedules are busy and they have not had any chance to meet as JUMP and maybe he misses Nakajima a little too much, definitely more than the other members. And Yamada is happy, much too happy, that there's a new message.
And all too suddenly the joy stops as he sees that Nakajima has sent him a photo of a girl, one taken in a deliberately stalker-ish manner and another one where they're both together, making their cutesy peace signs with stickers all over the photo. He's excited to share that he's found a girl and that she's very, very pretty and maybe, just maybe he wants to hang out with her and Yamada just stops and breathes. He sends celebratory stickers and emojis and he asks Nakajima to find a date so they could all meet and Nakajima is beside himself with joy because his oldest, bestest friend doesn't disapprove. Inside, Yamada is conflicted about the desolation he is feeling and the need to throw and destroy things. He ignores the feelings and comforts himself with ice cream.
A few days after, he finds a girl looking at him, cute enough and pretty and small (maybe a little like Chinen) and he decides that he wants this one. He asks for contact details, buys them both some ice cream and as he does that he takes a photo and sends it to Nakajima immediately. He doesn't understand the impulse, nor the motive, but he knows that the taste is sour in his mouth which turns bitter when he sees the ecstatic reply.
Now, they could go on double dates.
Except, he doesn't want that.
So he keeps the girl hidden, and they go on secret little dates and he takes a lot of photos and she smiles and he smiles and they are both pretty contented until all he does is construct situations and design photo shoots until she becomes an accessory and is forced to smile for the camera. He saves all of the photos to send to Nakajima and in the end, she tires of his lack of interest and leaves. He thanks whichever deity that he's taken enough photos of them being "happy" with each other before she left, enough to last months when his plans are all stopped once again.
There, in his house, in his room is a miserable Nakajima.
Yamada has a million and one things running in his mind at the sight of Nakajima but the friend in him pushes them all out and he stands there and asks, "did she leave you too?"
Nakajima hangs his head and Yamada walks over to place an arm on Nakajima's shoulder. He gently pushes Nakajima onto the bed and places Nakajima's head on his shoulder. It's a little (a lot) awkward but he thinks that it fits and they sit like that for a while until he feels his shoulder become a little too warm and a little too damp. He instantly feels worse about the situation. As he places an arm around the taller boys shoulder he asks, "what happened?" Nakajima shakes his head. So Yamada stands up and squats in front of Nakajima. He places his hands on Nakajima's cheeks and forces the other boy to look at him straight in the eye, "what happened?" he repeats and he injects every strain of sincerity he can muster.
"It wasn't about her," he mutters and avoids Yamada's eyes, "it was about you."
Yamada feels a flutter in his chest as he listens to the stream of words tumbling out of Nakajima's mouth - of how there was never really a girl and how he'd wait forever and a day just to be able to talk to him and that he just couldn't take not being able to act on his feelings and Yamada gathers all of his courage to silence Nakajima.
With his mouth.
And as he pulls back, he sees Nakajima's shocked face and he giggles because it's too cute and he places a quick kiss on those lips again, and again, and again until Nakajima gathers his senses to kiss back and then magic.
As they sit hand in hand on Yamada's bed, they recount the experience of the past few days and they laugh at their own pettiness.
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen/Romance
Word count: 1,150 words
Recipient: nightbaron079
Summary: No summary available
Author's Note: sorry bb girl, i wasn't able to fulfill your request. this was the best i could do. i promise i had the angstiest intentions in my heart but i just couldn't bring them all out. no feels in me. :/
Yamada presses the home button for the nth time that night - no new messages. He feels his smile weaken at the edges but nods at the question thrown at him by one of his colleagues. He knows he's not being polite, checking his phone every few minutes, but the need tugs at him and he concedes thinking maybe this time - or this time. Someone puts an arm around his neck and he's pulled towards the Karaoke machine where they needle him into singing (and dancing) that cute Korean song he can't stop yelling at random times during production and he performs, singing it as best as he can while doing all the moves and laughing his guts out at the same time. He presses his home button as soon as he takes his seat, two new messages, he turns the screen off smugly and thinks - let him wait. He places the phone back in his pocket and he immerses himself in the cast party.
It takes him more or less two hours to arrive home and he only looks at his phone again after he's done conversing with his mother and cleaning up but he ignores all of the messages to read the one he's been waiting for all night. It's nothing but a silly picture with a caption but it's enough to make him smile, wider than he's smiled all night. He closes the message and answers all of the other messages first before opening it again. He types a casual message about the party and he sends the group photo he took of the night. He receives a reply after five minutes and he asks the most obvious question - "you're not asleep yet?," and is replied with a slew of stickers and emoji. He sits on his bed and snuggles a pillow as he sends a self-taken photo and he receives one in return (which he secretly saves in a private folder).
It is officially 27:00 when Nakajima stops replying and although disappointed; he has to admit to himself that he needs to rest for the busy day that's waiting for him. He notes that he sent the last message and stubbornly commits to his mind that he will not send any more.
It takes Nakajima an entire week to send a new message. And though this is not entirely new for him (for them), Yamada all but jumps at the new message, trying to play it cool before sending too many stickers, too many emojis and hoping against hope that Nakajima will reply again. Their schedules are busy and they have not had any chance to meet as JUMP and maybe he misses Nakajima a little too much, definitely more than the other members. And Yamada is happy, much too happy, that there's a new message.
And all too suddenly the joy stops as he sees that Nakajima has sent him a photo of a girl, one taken in a deliberately stalker-ish manner and another one where they're both together, making their cutesy peace signs with stickers all over the photo. He's excited to share that he's found a girl and that she's very, very pretty and maybe, just maybe he wants to hang out with her and Yamada just stops and breathes. He sends celebratory stickers and emojis and he asks Nakajima to find a date so they could all meet and Nakajima is beside himself with joy because his oldest, bestest friend doesn't disapprove. Inside, Yamada is conflicted about the desolation he is feeling and the need to throw and destroy things. He ignores the feelings and comforts himself with ice cream.
A few days after, he finds a girl looking at him, cute enough and pretty and small (maybe a little like Chinen) and he decides that he wants this one. He asks for contact details, buys them both some ice cream and as he does that he takes a photo and sends it to Nakajima immediately. He doesn't understand the impulse, nor the motive, but he knows that the taste is sour in his mouth which turns bitter when he sees the ecstatic reply.
Now, they could go on double dates.
Except, he doesn't want that.
So he keeps the girl hidden, and they go on secret little dates and he takes a lot of photos and she smiles and he smiles and they are both pretty contented until all he does is construct situations and design photo shoots until she becomes an accessory and is forced to smile for the camera. He saves all of the photos to send to Nakajima and in the end, she tires of his lack of interest and leaves. He thanks whichever deity that he's taken enough photos of them being "happy" with each other before she left, enough to last months when his plans are all stopped once again.
There, in his house, in his room is a miserable Nakajima.
Yamada has a million and one things running in his mind at the sight of Nakajima but the friend in him pushes them all out and he stands there and asks, "did she leave you too?"
Nakajima hangs his head and Yamada walks over to place an arm on Nakajima's shoulder. He gently pushes Nakajima onto the bed and places Nakajima's head on his shoulder. It's a little (a lot) awkward but he thinks that it fits and they sit like that for a while until he feels his shoulder become a little too warm and a little too damp. He instantly feels worse about the situation. As he places an arm around the taller boys shoulder he asks, "what happened?" Nakajima shakes his head. So Yamada stands up and squats in front of Nakajima. He places his hands on Nakajima's cheeks and forces the other boy to look at him straight in the eye, "what happened?" he repeats and he injects every strain of sincerity he can muster.
"It wasn't about her," he mutters and avoids Yamada's eyes, "it was about you."
Yamada feels a flutter in his chest as he listens to the stream of words tumbling out of Nakajima's mouth - of how there was never really a girl and how he'd wait forever and a day just to be able to talk to him and that he just couldn't take not being able to act on his feelings and Yamada gathers all of his courage to silence Nakajima.
With his mouth.
And as he pulls back, he sees Nakajima's shocked face and he giggles because it's too cute and he places a quick kiss on those lips again, and again, and again until Nakajima gathers his senses to kiss back and then magic.
As they sit hand in hand on Yamada's bed, they recount the experience of the past few days and they laugh at their own pettiness.