cuddle in the closet
Title: ☆ cuddle in the closet。
Author:
quaint_stories
Category: drabble
Pairing: Junno x Tatsuya
Rating: pg
Genre: slice of life;
Disclaimer: I only own the story...
Summary: Tatsuya will never understand the workings of his heart - a heart so strong and stubborn that it whips logic’s ass and always sends him into arms too warm, arms too comfortable, arms that love him all the way round and back - but also these very arms that emotionally hurt him.
Word Count: 235
A/N: ~ JunDa for long Mondays ♡
pic (c) De-sh!
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At the end of a very long weekend, Tatsuya’s phone rang.
He said, “hello”, but no one answered.
It was about 10 o’clock that Sunday night. He’d just returned home, his eyes still wet from crying.
“Say something or get off the phone”, he rebuked when the person on the other end still remained silent.
It was the first weekend in May. Winter was just gone but spring had taken over Tokyo.
“I’m really getting mad at you”, he said, his voice brisked and his grip tightened around the phone. But still, no one said anything to him.
The night was neither hot nor cold. It was neither quiet nor loud. If there was anything he felt or heard, it was his own sadness and loss. He was vexed. The scars inked on his neck and along his arms were metaphors of how he felt. But still, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help it because the very thing that was shattering him to pieces was the only thing that could heal him.
“Where the heck are you?” he asked again. This time, his anger was blunt.
Tatsuya will never understand the workings of his heart - a heart so strong and stubborn that it whips logic’s ass and always sends him into arms too warm, arms too comfortable, arms that love him all the way round and back - arms that also emotionally hurt him, but also curse themselves for doing so.
“Answer me. Where are you, Junno?” His voice was low this time. Perhaps tired.
“I’m in the closet, Uepi”.
Tatsuya hissed, walked over and forcibly pulled the door opened. But instead of loud anger and more tears, Tatsuya sat beside Junno in a cuddle in the closet and breathed.
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☆ cuddle in the closet.
junnosuke x tatsuya
A/N: ....! So I've been thinking~ I really don't want my JunDa to die, so I'll at least continue writing them in small doses!
Author:
quaint_stories
Category: drabble
Pairing: Junno x Tatsuya
Rating: pg
Genre: slice of life;
Disclaimer: I only own the story...
Summary: Tatsuya will never understand the workings of his heart - a heart so strong and stubborn that it whips logic’s ass and always sends him into arms too warm, arms too comfortable, arms that love him all the way round and back - but also these very arms that emotionally hurt him.
Word Count: 235
A/N: ~ JunDa for long Mondays ♡
pic (c) De-sh!
<><><><><><><><><><>
At the end of a very long weekend, Tatsuya’s phone rang.
He said, “hello”, but no one answered.
It was about 10 o’clock that Sunday night. He’d just returned home, his eyes still wet from crying.
“Say something or get off the phone”, he rebuked when the person on the other end still remained silent.
It was the first weekend in May. Winter was just gone but spring had taken over Tokyo.
“I’m really getting mad at you”, he said, his voice brisked and his grip tightened around the phone. But still, no one said anything to him.
The night was neither hot nor cold. It was neither quiet nor loud. If there was anything he felt or heard, it was his own sadness and loss. He was vexed. The scars inked on his neck and along his arms were metaphors of how he felt. But still, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help it because the very thing that was shattering him to pieces was the only thing that could heal him.
“Where the heck are you?” he asked again. This time, his anger was blunt.
Tatsuya will never understand the workings of his heart - a heart so strong and stubborn that it whips logic’s ass and always sends him into arms too warm, arms too comfortable, arms that love him all the way round and back - arms that also emotionally hurt him, but also curse themselves for doing so.
“Answer me. Where are you, Junno?” His voice was low this time. Perhaps tired.
“I’m in the closet, Uepi”.
Tatsuya hissed, walked over and forcibly pulled the door opened. But instead of loud anger and more tears, Tatsuya sat beside Junno in a cuddle in the closet and breathed.
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☆ cuddle in the closet.
junnosuke x tatsuya
A/N: ....! So I've been thinking~ I really don't want my JunDa to die, so I'll at least continue writing them in small doses!