Leaving Love The Way It Is - Yamapi/Maki [PG]
Leaving Love The Way It Is
tinyangl, 888 words
Yamapi/Maki, The song plagues him for nights on end - he can't stop it.
A/N: Written after reading a fic from kitsune714 and listening to the song, Manatsu no Kajitsu, (Translation) Yamapi's no. 1 love song, on repeat. (Amazing song, by the way, guys. asl;dkfjaksdfj) The title is from the translation.
The song plagues him in the middle of the night - tossing and turning, the words repeating without fail. Yamapi doesn't know what to make of it. After he'd written it down on paper as his number one choice of a love song, it started up in his head without warning. Like a track on repeat that he can't turn off. A part of him is glad for it, because he's reminded of just how good of a song it was.
The other half hates the emotions it stirs up in him. He remembers emotions he has no right in even knowing.
A bittersweet love. He's never experienced one. Not really.
His heart stirs again as the chorus plays in his head. His hands tingle, then clutch onto the sheets tighter. Yamapi squeezes his eyes tighter, trying to will himself to stop - stop repeating the song, stop remembering, stop everything and to fall into sleep. It works, for five seconds.
Then the chorus starts afresh and Yamapi snaps his eyes open. The sun's rising.
--
Yamapi feels exhausted - just physically exhausted. His limbs don't feel like they belong to him, his head is pounding and he doesn't have the energy to go through a full day's work. He yawns for what he feels is the fifth time that day, rubbing at his eyes with his hands. Shooting can't go on by itself, not without one of the leads. He's only lucky to get some free time now as they're shooting the other's scenes, sitting on the couch of his dressing room.
But he's still just so tired. The song plays in his head, and Yamapi groans, rubbing at his head this time.
He picks up his phone and dials - his hands acting without his own consensus, but by this point, he doesn't care. He holds the phone against his ear, cradling it between his shoulder as his hands make quick work of the laces on his shoes.
One. Two. Three rings. The person on the other end picks up and greets him; Yamapi doesn't respond for a while, just relishing in the sound of her voice as he toes off his shoes and lies flat on his back, a hand over his shut eyes. "Hi," he says after some time.
"Ah, he speaks. I was worried you were going to have me ramble on and on again like last time." A laugh.
Yamapi cracks a smile. "I enjoyed it."
"Well, as long as you enjoyed it," she says dryly.
"I'm so glad you have your priorities straight."
Pause. "Are you okay? You don't usually call me while you're shooting."
"Tired," Yamapi murmurs, "Just so tired."
"Something bothering you?"
"Yes," he answers without a second thought, before he stops and shakes his head. "No. Not really. Just a song."
She laughs again. "Is the Jimusho making you sing another song you don't want to?"
"Nice guess, but no. An old song. One that I'd kinda forgotten about."
"Hmm? Tell me about it," she says softly. It's the ease in her voice that almost leads Yamapi to nod off. It's calming, relaxing - even the song is slightly muted in his head against it.
Yamapi opens his mouth and to his surprise, he starts singing the song. Exactly how it sounds in his head. He's not sure if it's correct, if he has the right melody or the right key or even the right lyrics. But it's exactly how he's always seen it, how he's always felt about it. It's just right.
By the end of it, Yamapi doesn't have anything left to say. Doesn't want to say much of anything. All he can hear is her breathing, soft. They're quiet for a few minutes, not unsure, not awkward. Just silent.
"I'll see you tonight, Tomo-kun," she says quietly. Yamapi opens his eyes, glances at his watch and realizes he has about 5 minutes left.
"Hmm," he responds, just for something to say. "Thanks, Maki-chan," he murmurs, not because he feels he needs to, but because he wants to. Because when someone does something for you, it's only right to thank them.
She laughs. "I didn't do anything."
Yamapi makes a noise of disagreement, but doesn't press it. "Bye." She responds back before the dial tone rings in his ears. The chorus replays in his head, but it's not as aggravating as it had been before. There's a change to it, a softness to it - Yamapi thinks he likes the change.
He stands up from the couch.
--
The song starts up again when he opens the door to his bedroom. His eyes soften when he sees a lump on his bed, tangled in his sheets - a common sight to Yamapi. When he slips into bed, her body immediately moves, seeking for the warmth of his body. She makes a slight noise, and he sighs, an arm around her waist as he tries to get comfortable.
"Tomo-kun?" Maki murmurs in a sleepy tone.
He doesn't shush her, doesn't say anything; he sings instead. The same song, only different, always different. It's almost like he can't remember the original anymore. But it doesn't matter. She snuggles in closer, his body molds against hers, and Yamapi's eyes close but he doesn't stop singing. It's all of him, everything he's been feeling with this song repeating itself, just all of it.
When he finishes, the song does too. He falls asleep and dreams.
tinyangl, 888 words
Yamapi/Maki, The song plagues him for nights on end - he can't stop it.
A/N: Written after reading a fic from kitsune714 and listening to the song, Manatsu no Kajitsu, (Translation) Yamapi's no. 1 love song, on repeat. (Amazing song, by the way, guys. asl;dkfjaksdfj) The title is from the translation.
The song plagues him in the middle of the night - tossing and turning, the words repeating without fail. Yamapi doesn't know what to make of it. After he'd written it down on paper as his number one choice of a love song, it started up in his head without warning. Like a track on repeat that he can't turn off. A part of him is glad for it, because he's reminded of just how good of a song it was.
The other half hates the emotions it stirs up in him. He remembers emotions he has no right in even knowing.
A bittersweet love. He's never experienced one. Not really.
His heart stirs again as the chorus plays in his head. His hands tingle, then clutch onto the sheets tighter. Yamapi squeezes his eyes tighter, trying to will himself to stop - stop repeating the song, stop remembering, stop everything and to fall into sleep. It works, for five seconds.
Then the chorus starts afresh and Yamapi snaps his eyes open. The sun's rising.
--
Yamapi feels exhausted - just physically exhausted. His limbs don't feel like they belong to him, his head is pounding and he doesn't have the energy to go through a full day's work. He yawns for what he feels is the fifth time that day, rubbing at his eyes with his hands. Shooting can't go on by itself, not without one of the leads. He's only lucky to get some free time now as they're shooting the other's scenes, sitting on the couch of his dressing room.
But he's still just so tired. The song plays in his head, and Yamapi groans, rubbing at his head this time.
He picks up his phone and dials - his hands acting without his own consensus, but by this point, he doesn't care. He holds the phone against his ear, cradling it between his shoulder as his hands make quick work of the laces on his shoes.
One. Two. Three rings. The person on the other end picks up and greets him; Yamapi doesn't respond for a while, just relishing in the sound of her voice as he toes off his shoes and lies flat on his back, a hand over his shut eyes. "Hi," he says after some time.
"Ah, he speaks. I was worried you were going to have me ramble on and on again like last time." A laugh.
Yamapi cracks a smile. "I enjoyed it."
"Well, as long as you enjoyed it," she says dryly.
"I'm so glad you have your priorities straight."
Pause. "Are you okay? You don't usually call me while you're shooting."
"Tired," Yamapi murmurs, "Just so tired."
"Something bothering you?"
"Yes," he answers without a second thought, before he stops and shakes his head. "No. Not really. Just a song."
She laughs again. "Is the Jimusho making you sing another song you don't want to?"
"Nice guess, but no. An old song. One that I'd kinda forgotten about."
"Hmm? Tell me about it," she says softly. It's the ease in her voice that almost leads Yamapi to nod off. It's calming, relaxing - even the song is slightly muted in his head against it.
Yamapi opens his mouth and to his surprise, he starts singing the song. Exactly how it sounds in his head. He's not sure if it's correct, if he has the right melody or the right key or even the right lyrics. But it's exactly how he's always seen it, how he's always felt about it. It's just right.
By the end of it, Yamapi doesn't have anything left to say. Doesn't want to say much of anything. All he can hear is her breathing, soft. They're quiet for a few minutes, not unsure, not awkward. Just silent.
"I'll see you tonight, Tomo-kun," she says quietly. Yamapi opens his eyes, glances at his watch and realizes he has about 5 minutes left.
"Hmm," he responds, just for something to say. "Thanks, Maki-chan," he murmurs, not because he feels he needs to, but because he wants to. Because when someone does something for you, it's only right to thank them.
She laughs. "I didn't do anything."
Yamapi makes a noise of disagreement, but doesn't press it. "Bye." She responds back before the dial tone rings in his ears. The chorus replays in his head, but it's not as aggravating as it had been before. There's a change to it, a softness to it - Yamapi thinks he likes the change.
He stands up from the couch.
--
The song starts up again when he opens the door to his bedroom. His eyes soften when he sees a lump on his bed, tangled in his sheets - a common sight to Yamapi. When he slips into bed, her body immediately moves, seeking for the warmth of his body. She makes a slight noise, and he sighs, an arm around her waist as he tries to get comfortable.
"Tomo-kun?" Maki murmurs in a sleepy tone.
He doesn't shush her, doesn't say anything; he sings instead. The same song, only different, always different. It's almost like he can't remember the original anymore. But it doesn't matter. She snuggles in closer, his body molds against hers, and Yamapi's eyes close but he doesn't stop singing. It's all of him, everything he's been feeling with this song repeating itself, just all of it.
When he finishes, the song does too. He falls asleep and dreams.