Dressing Room Stories [Drabble Set]
ChiiTaro - Whack
Ryutaro sat on the chair in the far corner of the dressing room, heavily engaged in reading his Physics book as we waited for the rest of JUMP to finish their solo shots for Myojo. His eyebrows even creased every moment he came across with what I thought would be a complicated formula. Then a diminutive boy hastily occupied the younger boy’s lap, without even warning. Ryutaro complained while Chinen just smiled like he was a little - so true - kid. I didn’t mind them that much but since I was busy with my own assignments when Ryutaro bellowed in an irritated tone and whacked his thick hardbound Physics book on Chinen’s head then stormed out of the room. I could only hold my laughter after seeing the usually triumphant Chinen moping like a kid at the corner of the room, kneading his aching head.
InooBu - Late
I slumped on the couch as I arrived in the dressing room one afternoon after school. Chinen and Yuto followed suit and complained about school and practice making them tired and worn out. I couldn’t agree more. Almost instantly, the others arrived, except Yabu and Inoo. We waited, and waited, and angrily waited. They were late. Thirty minutes to be exact. Just when Hikaru was about to open the door to search for them, they popped in and almost bumped into Hikaru. After about five minutes of lecturing them for being late, we proceeded to the dance studio.
On the way out, I heard Yabu whisper something to Inoo, which I thought went along the lines of “Inoochi, a quickie should not go longer than 5 minutes.”
I promised myself that it would be the last time I’d eavesdrop on those two.
HikaKi - Medicine
It had been a busy day. That was an understatement. I took my phone from my duffel bag and texted. Then the door of the dressing room opened and two persons, clinging to each other’s arms and lips in each other’s company, barged in. I raised my view and almost dropped my phone. I sighed and cleared my throat. They seemed to have been deaf since they continued in their hot make-out session. I cleared my throat even louder. That was when Hikaru broke from the kiss and glared at me.
“Medicine’s on the kit, Yamachan.” Then Takaki grabbed him by the face again and ignored me.
AriOkamoto - Wet
I sat at the makeshift table of the dressing room with Yuto by my side, eating strawberries. He handed me one and I happily ate my most favorite food. He then handed me the May edition of Myojo and turned it over our interview portion. We chuckled at our answers and LOLed at the most stupid ones we ever made.
“Keito, your back is wet. Here,” I lifted my eyes just in time to see Daiki wiping Keito’s wet back and that gleaming look on Keito’s eyes as he is being smothered by Daiki’s affection. Now I don’t wonder why that was Keito’s answer on the interview question number one.
YamaShi - Envelop
Just because I like her doesn’t mean she can nab my food away from me, the worst eat it. I was being a selfish idiot but that's how I act when people eat my strawberry. I opened the door of the dressing room and placed my bag on the chair. Before I could get the chance to close my eyes, I glanced on a small box on top of the side table. I went to get it. There was a note attached.
Yamachan, you idiot. I’m sorry. :)
I smiled and opened the package. There was her peace offering. Strawberry crepe. I took a bite and smiled as the sweetness of it enveloped in my mouth. I took my phone and texted.
I’m sorry baby. :)