think, think, think
Title: think, think, think
Pairing: Koyama x Yamapi
Rating: R for language
Word Count: 1200+
Notes: Written quickly for binmusic and misticloud, just because ::hugs::.
Summary: Koyama thinks he likes Yamapi. A series of conversations.
Untitled
“I think I like him,” Koyama says.
Shige shifts on the couch and makes room for Koyama to sit beside him. He snorts, “Of course you do. Everyone does. Hell, I could too. If I had to give anyone in NEWS a blowjob, he’d be the one.” Koyama glares and Shige’s eyes narrow; his words are quiet but harsh at the same time, “Don’t be stupid, Koyama.”
Koyama looks at Shige unhappily. “I can’t help it,” he murmurs. “I’ve always been stupid when it comes to him.”
“Yeah, well,” Shige sighs, “You could at least pretend to forget you’re attracted to him. Because-”
“I’m being stupid, I know,” Koyama interrupts. “But what if I don’t care?”
Shige chuckles dryly and pats Koyama’s shoulder. “You liar,” he says gently, “You’re…you’re Koyama. You always care.”
Koyama doesn’t bother trying to deny it. Instead, he pokes Shige’s side and Shige spasms, clutching his side feebly and gasping like a dying fish. “Fine, but is it that bad that I like him?”
“Yes,” Shige says as he struggles to catch his breath. “I mean, I guess he’s a stud, so it makes sense. Besides, you’ve always liked pretty things. But you and I both know he’s straight as an arrow. Do you honestly think this could work?”
Koyama doesn’t answer.
“I think I like him,” Koyama whispers.
Tegoshi grins and tugs at Koyama’s sleeve, “That’s great! Should I get the red shirt or the blue?”
“Blue,” Koyama says. Tegoshi hums and grabs the red shirt off the rack. Koyama rolls his eyes, but Tegoshi’s lack of response worries him a bit. He wonders if he wasn’t clear enough. “I think I like him,” he repeats.
“I heard you the first time,” Tegoshi laughs. He puts the red shirt back and turns to Koyama, “So what are you going to do about it?”
Koyama stares as he processes the question. “Nothing?” he manages.
Tegoshi glances at Koyama and hands him the blue shirt. “You’d look good in this,” Tegoshi says. “And why would you tell me you like him if you weren’t planning on doing anything about it?”
“I-I don’t know,” Koyama says honestly.
Tegoshi picks the red shirt back up and scrutinizes it carefully, “Well, know that whatever you do, I’ll support you.” Tegoshi beams and Koyama feels a little better. He is just about to thank Tegoshi when Tegoshi cackles.
“Besides, I’m sure sex with him would be fantastic. He’s got those muscles of steel and all.” Koyama glares at the implication and Tegoshi looks at him innocently as he points at the shirt in Koyama’s hand, “Are you buying that? Because I think I’m going to get the red.”
Koyama sighs, and puts the blue shirt back on the rack.
“I think I like him,” Koyama says, strands of ramen dangling from his mouth.
“Yay!” Massu smiles, though Koyama doesn’t know if the exclamation is in response to his admission or at the arrival of freshly-fried gyoza.
Koyama continues to silently pick at his meal and Massu pokes at his gyoza. “You are going to taste so good,” Massu coos. He pats the plate happily; gyoza jiggle in response and Massu beams.
“How can you not get sick of gyoza?” Koyama asks tiredly.
“How can you not get sick of ramen?” Massu counters. “Besides, they’re gyoza.” As if that settles the matter. To Massu, it probably does.
Koyama wonders if he should just let his earlier confession pass, but after Massu scarves down a few gyoza, he sighs happily and finally turns his eyes to Koyama. “Are you going to tell him you like him?”
“…Should I?” Koyama swallows.
Massu tilts his head, “Why not? You should be honest with your feelings, don’t you think?” Massu kicks Koyama gently under the table. “But it’s up to you. Will you regret it if you don’t tell him?”
Koyama is quiet for a long time as Massu finishes his plate of gyoza, and as Massu munches on the last, crispiest one, Koyama sighs. “Probably,” he admits softly.
“Then you should tell him,” Massu says simply.
As Koyama processes the suggestion, Massu orders another plate of gyoza and glances at Koyama thoughtfully. “He sweats really attractively,” he offers. Koyama stares. Massu shrugs, “What. I’m just saying that he’s attractive, so it makes sense that you like him.”
“I’m not just attracted to his body,” Koyama attempts, but Massu is beyond listening as the second plate arrives and he tears into his gyoza with glee.
When Massu is done with the last piece, he glances at Koyama’s ramen, and with a chuckle, Koyama hands him the bowl.
“I think I like him,” Koyama sighs.
Ryo glances at Koyama with a raised brow, rocking in his chair at the table and balancing precariously as he laughs. “Well, duh,” Ryo says.
Koyama stares, “Is it that obvious?”
“Yes,” Ryo says simply.
“Oh.”
Koyama leans back in his chair and Ryo looks at Koyama with that competitive gleam in his eyes that always makes Koyama a little nervous. “So who else have you told?”
Koyama shifts awkwardly in his chair and Ryo clicks his tongue at Koyama’s hesitance to answer. “I’m the last person to know, aren’t I? Damn.” He snaps his fingers, but Koyama knows Ryo isn’t actually upset.
“Well, not the last person,” Koyama mumbles feebly.
Ryo chuckles and pats Koyama’s shoulder. “So why do you like him, anyway?” Ryo asks curiously, and Koyama realizes this is the first time someone’s asked. “Because he’s sort of lame. You know that, right? Is it his penis? Is it because he’s huge?”
“IT ISN’T HIS PENIS,” Koyama says loudly. He stands up with a huff, “Why does everyone think I like him just for his looks?”
“I said nothing about looks,” Ryo scoffs,” Just his pen-“
“I like him for him,” Koyama flails, blood rushing to his head and making him squirm, “For being down to earth and an amazing listener, for being an inherently good person and an optimist. I like when he trips over little things and smiles that real smile that doesn’t come about enough and I like it when he tells me that my opinions matter. I like-”
And then he stops as Ryo starts guffawing and reality rushes back to him; he flushes when he realizes just how girly his ranting must have sounded. Shige was right; maybe Koyama really was stupid.
Meanwhile, Ryo looks at him amusedly as he continues to chuckle. “So tell him that, then.”
Koyama wants to sink into the floor.
I think I like you, Koyama thinks.
Yamapi clinks their beers together with a small nudge. “Why aren’t you drinking anything?” Yamapi asks.
Koyama squeaks and grabs his beer, chugging it down and nearly coughing as it slides too quickly down his throat. Yamapi chuckles and pats Koyama’s back softly. Each pat sears through Koyama’s clothes and leaves heat that makes Koyama shudder.
They sit in the bar in silence. Koyama nurses his beer and ignores the way he can feel Yamapi’s gaze rest on Koyama’s hunched back. Eventually, Yamapi takes a deep sip and turns toward Koyama.
“Isn’t this ironic?” Yamapi asks.
Koyama glances at him and pretends his heart isn’t beating like hummingbird wings and sweat isn’t pooling in his palms. “What?” Koyama asks, breathing a little too heavily for his liking.
“This,” Yamapi gestures idly around the room. Koyama doesn’t get it. “That we’re drinking together in Ginza. There has to be some irony in this.”
Koyama giggles. “How corny,” he says.
Yamapi smiles lopsidedly. “Maybe,” he admits, “But it’s fitting, don’t you think?”
And then he takes a deep breath.
“I think I like you.”
AN: …………………….It’s the thought that counts, okay alsdkfa? Sighs. No willpower has I.
Oh, and I still fail at titles. Though this isn’t new.
edit: I should mention that I've decided to not write anything until July, because no one on my flist believes that I can. If I prove them wrong, I've been promised some goodies, like candy and cyberhugs. So, until July, all! Keep safe! :D
Pairing: Koyama x Yamapi
Rating: R for language
Word Count: 1200+
Notes: Written quickly for binmusic and misticloud, just because ::hugs::.
Summary: Koyama thinks he likes Yamapi. A series of conversations.
Untitled
“I think I like him,” Koyama says.
Shige shifts on the couch and makes room for Koyama to sit beside him. He snorts, “Of course you do. Everyone does. Hell, I could too. If I had to give anyone in NEWS a blowjob, he’d be the one.” Koyama glares and Shige’s eyes narrow; his words are quiet but harsh at the same time, “Don’t be stupid, Koyama.”
Koyama looks at Shige unhappily. “I can’t help it,” he murmurs. “I’ve always been stupid when it comes to him.”
“Yeah, well,” Shige sighs, “You could at least pretend to forget you’re attracted to him. Because-”
“I’m being stupid, I know,” Koyama interrupts. “But what if I don’t care?”
Shige chuckles dryly and pats Koyama’s shoulder. “You liar,” he says gently, “You’re…you’re Koyama. You always care.”
Koyama doesn’t bother trying to deny it. Instead, he pokes Shige’s side and Shige spasms, clutching his side feebly and gasping like a dying fish. “Fine, but is it that bad that I like him?”
“Yes,” Shige says as he struggles to catch his breath. “I mean, I guess he’s a stud, so it makes sense. Besides, you’ve always liked pretty things. But you and I both know he’s straight as an arrow. Do you honestly think this could work?”
Koyama doesn’t answer.
“I think I like him,” Koyama whispers.
Tegoshi grins and tugs at Koyama’s sleeve, “That’s great! Should I get the red shirt or the blue?”
“Blue,” Koyama says. Tegoshi hums and grabs the red shirt off the rack. Koyama rolls his eyes, but Tegoshi’s lack of response worries him a bit. He wonders if he wasn’t clear enough. “I think I like him,” he repeats.
“I heard you the first time,” Tegoshi laughs. He puts the red shirt back and turns to Koyama, “So what are you going to do about it?”
Koyama stares as he processes the question. “Nothing?” he manages.
Tegoshi glances at Koyama and hands him the blue shirt. “You’d look good in this,” Tegoshi says. “And why would you tell me you like him if you weren’t planning on doing anything about it?”
“I-I don’t know,” Koyama says honestly.
Tegoshi picks the red shirt back up and scrutinizes it carefully, “Well, know that whatever you do, I’ll support you.” Tegoshi beams and Koyama feels a little better. He is just about to thank Tegoshi when Tegoshi cackles.
“Besides, I’m sure sex with him would be fantastic. He’s got those muscles of steel and all.” Koyama glares at the implication and Tegoshi looks at him innocently as he points at the shirt in Koyama’s hand, “Are you buying that? Because I think I’m going to get the red.”
Koyama sighs, and puts the blue shirt back on the rack.
“I think I like him,” Koyama says, strands of ramen dangling from his mouth.
“Yay!” Massu smiles, though Koyama doesn’t know if the exclamation is in response to his admission or at the arrival of freshly-fried gyoza.
Koyama continues to silently pick at his meal and Massu pokes at his gyoza. “You are going to taste so good,” Massu coos. He pats the plate happily; gyoza jiggle in response and Massu beams.
“How can you not get sick of gyoza?” Koyama asks tiredly.
“How can you not get sick of ramen?” Massu counters. “Besides, they’re gyoza.” As if that settles the matter. To Massu, it probably does.
Koyama wonders if he should just let his earlier confession pass, but after Massu scarves down a few gyoza, he sighs happily and finally turns his eyes to Koyama. “Are you going to tell him you like him?”
“…Should I?” Koyama swallows.
Massu tilts his head, “Why not? You should be honest with your feelings, don’t you think?” Massu kicks Koyama gently under the table. “But it’s up to you. Will you regret it if you don’t tell him?”
Koyama is quiet for a long time as Massu finishes his plate of gyoza, and as Massu munches on the last, crispiest one, Koyama sighs. “Probably,” he admits softly.
“Then you should tell him,” Massu says simply.
As Koyama processes the suggestion, Massu orders another plate of gyoza and glances at Koyama thoughtfully. “He sweats really attractively,” he offers. Koyama stares. Massu shrugs, “What. I’m just saying that he’s attractive, so it makes sense that you like him.”
“I’m not just attracted to his body,” Koyama attempts, but Massu is beyond listening as the second plate arrives and he tears into his gyoza with glee.
When Massu is done with the last piece, he glances at Koyama’s ramen, and with a chuckle, Koyama hands him the bowl.
“I think I like him,” Koyama sighs.
Ryo glances at Koyama with a raised brow, rocking in his chair at the table and balancing precariously as he laughs. “Well, duh,” Ryo says.
Koyama stares, “Is it that obvious?”
“Yes,” Ryo says simply.
“Oh.”
Koyama leans back in his chair and Ryo looks at Koyama with that competitive gleam in his eyes that always makes Koyama a little nervous. “So who else have you told?”
Koyama shifts awkwardly in his chair and Ryo clicks his tongue at Koyama’s hesitance to answer. “I’m the last person to know, aren’t I? Damn.” He snaps his fingers, but Koyama knows Ryo isn’t actually upset.
“Well, not the last person,” Koyama mumbles feebly.
Ryo chuckles and pats Koyama’s shoulder. “So why do you like him, anyway?” Ryo asks curiously, and Koyama realizes this is the first time someone’s asked. “Because he’s sort of lame. You know that, right? Is it his penis? Is it because he’s huge?”
“IT ISN’T HIS PENIS,” Koyama says loudly. He stands up with a huff, “Why does everyone think I like him just for his looks?”
“I said nothing about looks,” Ryo scoffs,” Just his pen-“
“I like him for him,” Koyama flails, blood rushing to his head and making him squirm, “For being down to earth and an amazing listener, for being an inherently good person and an optimist. I like when he trips over little things and smiles that real smile that doesn’t come about enough and I like it when he tells me that my opinions matter. I like-”
And then he stops as Ryo starts guffawing and reality rushes back to him; he flushes when he realizes just how girly his ranting must have sounded. Shige was right; maybe Koyama really was stupid.
Meanwhile, Ryo looks at him amusedly as he continues to chuckle. “So tell him that, then.”
Koyama wants to sink into the floor.
I think I like you, Koyama thinks.
Yamapi clinks their beers together with a small nudge. “Why aren’t you drinking anything?” Yamapi asks.
Koyama squeaks and grabs his beer, chugging it down and nearly coughing as it slides too quickly down his throat. Yamapi chuckles and pats Koyama’s back softly. Each pat sears through Koyama’s clothes and leaves heat that makes Koyama shudder.
They sit in the bar in silence. Koyama nurses his beer and ignores the way he can feel Yamapi’s gaze rest on Koyama’s hunched back. Eventually, Yamapi takes a deep sip and turns toward Koyama.
“Isn’t this ironic?” Yamapi asks.
Koyama glances at him and pretends his heart isn’t beating like hummingbird wings and sweat isn’t pooling in his palms. “What?” Koyama asks, breathing a little too heavily for his liking.
“This,” Yamapi gestures idly around the room. Koyama doesn’t get it. “That we’re drinking together in Ginza. There has to be some irony in this.”
Koyama giggles. “How corny,” he says.
Yamapi smiles lopsidedly. “Maybe,” he admits, “But it’s fitting, don’t you think?”
And then he takes a deep breath.
“I think I like you.”
AN: …………………….It’s the thought that counts, okay alsdkfa? Sighs. No willpower has I.
Oh, and I still fail at titles. Though this isn’t new.
edit: I should mention that I've decided to not write anything until July, because no one on my flist believes that I can. If I prove them wrong, I've been promised some goodies, like candy and cyberhugs. So, until July, all! Keep safe! :D