There was no warning, no sign that anything was amiss as Yamapi innocently left the jimoshu building one day. It was an easy day, looking up as he got to leave with the sun still up and the thought of tekadon dancing in his mind. Yamapi paused outside the jimusho doors and heaved a deep breath. It was warm out, mid spring and everything felt like it was coming alive. It was a good day.
Yamapi suspected nothing. The water balloon came out of nowhere, and landed square on the top of his head, bursting and soaking him down to the elbows. There was half a second when Yamapi just stood there in shock, movement frozen, and then he sputtered and threw his head back to look up to where Jin was grinning down at him from the second story window above the exit. As he dropped a second balloon.
It caught him in the face, soaking him the rest of the way down to his waist, and his sputtering, water-logged face was priceless.
Yamapi had suspected nothing. That was why the moment was so perfect for Jin too.
Yamapi suspected nothing. The water balloon came out of nowhere, and landed square on the top of his head, bursting and soaking him down to the elbows. There was half a second when Yamapi just stood there in shock, movement frozen, and then he sputtered and threw his head back to look up to where Jin was grinning down at him from the second story window above the exit. As he dropped a second balloon.
It caught him in the face, soaking him the rest of the way down to his waist, and his sputtering, water-logged face was priceless.
Yamapi had suspected nothing. That was why the moment was so perfect for Jin too.
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