[DRABBLE] GLUTTON (TakaYama)
TITLE: GLUTTON
PAIRING: Takaki Yuya X Yamada Ryosuke [TakaYama is LOVE]
TYPE: Drabble
GENRE: fluff, and uh... crack??
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 201
NOTE: New drabble from me?? ENJOY!!!
DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately I don't own JE nor Takaki Yuya and Yamada Ryosuke but one day, you'll see... *grins*
*****
Left. Right. Front. Back.
Dang! Hasn’t anyone noticed it yet?
So frustrating, so dang frustrating that no one has noticed it yet. What more frustrating is that… he’s so bothered about it. Oh, God! He, too, doesn’t even heed it! What the heck is wrong with this boy! No manners, no grace, no etiquette!
God! He ruffled his brunette hair in annoyance. But why can’t he take off his eyes from the chubby boy who is stuffing himself up! The worse case is that he wants to lick that tomato sauce that is lingering across his lips.
He abruptly grabs a magazine in front of him, trying to distract his mind by randomly flipping through it.
Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen.
Standing up, he hastily throws the magazine to other side of the room, making the others stop from what they are doing.
He can’t take it anymore. He walk towards Yamada, making the latter curiously looks up on him.
In split second, Takaki leans down, licking off the red liquid on his lips.
Blinking twice, Yamada drops his burger on the floor, staring at Takaki’s back with crimson-tinted face as the latter walks back on his seat, whispering, “Glutton… ”
PAIRING: Takaki Yuya X Yamada Ryosuke [TakaYama is LOVE]
TYPE: Drabble
GENRE: fluff, and uh... crack??
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 201
NOTE: New drabble from me?? ENJOY!!!
DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately I don't own JE nor Takaki Yuya and Yamada Ryosuke but one day, you'll see... *grins*
*****
Left. Right. Front. Back.
Dang! Hasn’t anyone noticed it yet?
So frustrating, so dang frustrating that no one has noticed it yet. What more frustrating is that… he’s so bothered about it. Oh, God! He, too, doesn’t even heed it! What the heck is wrong with this boy! No manners, no grace, no etiquette!
God! He ruffled his brunette hair in annoyance. But why can’t he take off his eyes from the chubby boy who is stuffing himself up! The worse case is that he wants to lick that tomato sauce that is lingering across his lips.
He abruptly grabs a magazine in front of him, trying to distract his mind by randomly flipping through it.
Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen.
Standing up, he hastily throws the magazine to other side of the room, making the others stop from what they are doing.
He can’t take it anymore. He walk towards Yamada, making the latter curiously looks up on him.
In split second, Takaki leans down, licking off the red liquid on his lips.
Blinking twice, Yamada drops his burger on the floor, staring at Takaki’s back with crimson-tinted face as the latter walks back on his seat, whispering, “Glutton… ”