Swoon. I'll catch you.
Title: Swoon. I'll catch you.
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yabunoo. Hikato. YabuHika. Okanoo.
Word Count: 2112
Disclaimer: Nope.
Summary: Yabu and Hikaru begin to ditch their boyfriends, Inoo and Keito, for each other. The broken hearted friends find comfort in each other, and eventually, love.
Requested by mah girl chii_loves_me. I hope you like it bb ♥
At first, he’s heart broken over it.
And who wouldn’t be, really, when your boyfriend begins to slowly ditch you for his best friend, cancelling your dates like they mean nothing to go see some stupid movie with Hikaru that would be out for another two weeks, and you can’t see the movie some other time, it has to be during your date night?
It pisses Inoo off, a lot, but he keeps his angry complaints to himself, because Hikaru is Yabu’s best friend, and he’s just Yabu’s other best friend, plus his jealous and slightly neurotic boyfriend.
Inoo can’t help but punch walls, kick over chairs and basically cause total destruction to his room when thinking about Yabu nowadays. For the past month or so, including tonight, every date they were supposed to have was cancelled because Yabu needed to see Hikaru about work, or Hikaru got lost and Yabu had to go find him, or “I’m sorry Inoo-chan, but I just really need to see Hikaru right now.” (That stab to the heart was Inoo’s personal favorite, really).
Whatever. If Yabu wants to spend all of his time with Hikaru and ignoring Inoo’s existence, that’s fine with him. He refuses to spend another night crying alone in his bed, wondering what the fuck happened to his perfect romance, and so he grabs his jacket, house keys and slips on his shoes, before walking out the door and into the cold night.
He calls Daiki first as he walks down the street, the buzzing streetlights his only sense of light. Daiki doesn’t answer though, and Inoo figures he’s probably passed out, surrounded by manga and pocky. He calls Takaki next, who answers but Inoo can immediately tell the other boy is drunk, plus he hears Miura Haruma screaming loudly in the background. Inoo rolls his eyes and promptly hangs up, and before he can think of another friend to dial, his phone starts ringing, Okamoto Keito flashing across the screen.
“Hey there,” Inoo answers casually in English, before switching back to Japanese, “What are you up to tonight?”
“I was supposed to see a movie with Hikaru,” Keito’s tone is bitter, and Inoo stops in his tracks as he realizes, “But my boyfriend would rather hang out with your boyfriend.”
“Fuck,” Inoo curses, sighing as he tilts his head back, “I totally forgot you were in the same situation as me.”
“Yeah,” Keito replies, before asking, “So, instead of moping alone, want to come mope with me? I’m watching romantic films to torture myself and getting fat on ice cream.”
“Sounds perfect,” Inoo chuckles, muttering a quick ‘see you’ before hanging up, changing his direction towards the train that’ll take him to Keito’s place.
‘Well, this is slightly better,’ Inoo thinks to himself as the twenty minute walk flies by, and he’s purchasing a ticket, hopping on the train and taking a seat in the nearly empty compartment. His only other occupants, of course, are a young couple, happily kissing each other and a lonely old woman, listening to an outdated CD player. Irony at it’s finest, really, and Inoo wonders if that old woman lives in a small apartment alone, barely managing to pay rent and feed her seven cats. Or maybe her seven dogs, who knows.
Chiba, next stop. Chiba.
Inoo stands up and when the train stops, he ducks out, walking quickly into the brisk air. It’s a short walk from the train to Keito’s place, just a few turns and wallah, there you are!
Inoo knocks on the door, waits a moment and then walks in, smiling when he sees Keito cocooned in a bunch of blankets, tissues surrounding him and a large tub of chocolate ice cream sitting in his lap. He takes off his shoes and walks over, throwing his jacket onto the coffee table, along with his keys. Wordlessly, he sits beside Keito who hands him a spoon, and together they watch chick flicks all night, crying on each other’s shoulders.
***
Keito knew that he and Hikaru wouldn’t last forever. He always figured they’d have a good couple years, a few hundred laughs and a few dozen fights, until going their separate ways, a little less in love with each other and more like best friends.
Obviously, he was surprised to see them falling apart so soon.
Well, maybe falling apart is too dramatic of a phrase, something he would use to more appropriately describe his parents’ marriage, but it’s the only one Keito can think of to describe what is happening. Although there isn’t much happening anyways, Hikaru is just simply drifting away from him and towards his best friend, which Keito used to understand, because he often drifts towards Yuto but, not like this, not to extent that Hikaru is doing.
Keito often wonders if maybe he did something wrong, like how his Dad feels when they reminisce about his Mom. Maybe there’s a curse to the Okamoto name or something, that makes amazing people fall in love with you, until they eventually drift away from you and then cruel reality sets in, and you receive a big envelope in the mail that has DIVORCE printed on it in big, red letters.
Except that won’t happen to Hikaru and him, because they’re not married. They’ll just simply break up, which isn’t a big deal at all and something Keito shouldn’t cry over.
Except he’s crying anyways, because it hurts and he wants his boyfriend back.
Damnit.
At least Inoo being with him eases some of the pain, even though he’s crying too, his cheeks stained with tears and his eyes red and puffy. They’re sad, and probably pretty pathetic, but at least they’re not sad and pathetic alone, and that makes Keito feel a little better as he hugs his broken hearted companion, holding him close until they wake up the next morning, groaning from stiff necks.
“Ow ow ow ow,” Inoo cringes, rubbing his sore neck as he cautiously sits up, “Ugh, I feel terrible.”
“Same,” Keito mutters, stretching out his cramped muscles, sighing contently when they pop, “You want breakfast?”
“Sure.” Inoo shrugs and they hobble to the kitchen, Inoo leaning against the counter as Keito grabs a carton of eggs from the refrigerator, a pan from under the sink.
“So,” Inoo runs a hand through his hair, “Yabu promised me we’d do something today, and I’m pretty we would cause he saw Hikaru yesterday, but I’m still pissed and wondering-”
“Definitely,” Keito interrupts, scrambling the eggs, “And, we can give them a taste of their own medicine, ya know, see how they like being ditched.”
Inoo grins, “Perfect.”
Keito smiles back, and Inoo feels a little dizzy before Keito asks, “Can you set the table? Plates are in that top cabinet, forks are in the drawer by the coffee maker.”
“Forks?” Inoo raises an eyebrow, grabbing all of the items and setting them out.
“I prefer them over chopsticks,” Keito shrugs, turning off the stove and bringing the pan of eggs to the table, placing a dishtowel under it so it doesn’t burn the table, “Hikaru always says that England made me less Asian.”
“I think it’s cool,” Inoo picks up his fork and grabs some eggs, plopping them onto his dish before digging in.
Keito blushes and follow suits, and the two eat quietly, but not uncomfortably.
***
After a few days of hanging out with Keito, going to dinner and playing in the park, he feels a little better. After a week of texting Keito during classes, stifling his giggles when the other sends him a witty message, he feels like smiling almost all the time. After a month of talking to Keito on the phone, well into the morning hours, he feels like he’s not broken anymore, and he laughs more often than he cries, and he almost forgets about Yabu, until the other shows up at his doorstep, a guilty expression on his face.
“Hey there stranger,” Inoo smirks, not inviting Yabu to enter his house, “What brings you here and away from Hikaru?”
Yabu flinches from the cold remark, “I’m sorry, Kei, I know I haven’t been around,” Yabu takes a deep breath and Inoo contemplates slamming the door in his face, because he needs to shower before Keito gets here in thirty minutes, and - “I cheated on you with Hikaru.”
Inoo’s eyes widen, his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. He opens his mouth to speak, to scream or cry or to do anything, but he’s completely speechless, shocked that Yabu could so something so despicable.
“Kei,” Yabu is crying now, “I don’t know what happened, but you deserve better than this, I’m sorry.”
Inoo swallows the lump that has formed in his throat, and sniffles, because he’s heart broken again and he almost hates Yabu, he really does, because what the hell!? If he fucking deserved better than this, then Yabu wouldn’t have done it. If he deserved better, than Yabu wouldn’t have broken his heart.
“Kei, say something, please,” Yabu begs, and Inoo can think of plenty things to say, like ‘I hate you,’ and ‘You’re an asshole,’, but he closes the door instead, because there is no way in Hell he’s letting Yabu see him cry like this, crumpled on the floor like a used piece of tissue.
***
Keito turns the street and just as he sees Inoo’s house, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Frowning, he quickly grabs it and flips it open, not bothering to check the caller ID.
“Hello?” Keito asks, leaning against the streetlight.
“Keito,” it’s Hikaru, and Keito represses the urge to start cursing at the older boy, “I went by your place earlier but you weren’t home.”
“No, I’m seeing Inoo,” Keito looks down at his watch, “Listen, I’m running late, can we talk la-”
“I think we should break up.”
Keito blinks, and looks towards Inoo’s house, noticing all of the lights are off, “Can I ask why?”
“I just,” Hikaru hesitates, “I really care about you, a lot, but-”
This time, Keito interrupts, continuing his journey towards Inoo’s, “But I’m not Yabu. I get it.”
“I’m sorry.” Hikaru apologizes, “Tell Inoo I’m sorry too, I have a feeling our nine year friendship is pretty much ruined.”
“Okay,” Keito doesn’t bother to try and reassure Hikaru, because yeah, it probably is ruined, “See you later, yeah?”
“Of course.” Hikaru hangs up just as Keito reaches Inoo’s door, and he twists the doorknob to find that it’s unlocked, so he quickly enters, and his heart plummets when he sees Inoo on the floor, sobbing.
“Kei,” Keito rushes forward and falls to his knees, ignoring the pain as he pulls the older boy into his arms, holding him as close as possible. Inoo responds to the hug and turns a little, so that his face is pressed against Keito’s neck, his warm tears causing Keito to shiver.
“It’s okay, Kei, it’ll be okay,” Keito whispers, kissing the top of Inoo’s head, “We both knew this was coming, yeah? I mean, isn’t it better in a way that it’s finally over, so we can move on?”
“I don’t,” Inoo hiccups, “I don’t know. Is there, is there something wrong with me?”
“No, God no,” Keito grabs Inoo’s shoulders and pushes him back, so that they’re eye to eye, “You’re so amazing, Kei.”
“How?” Inoo questions, shaking his head, “What about me is so amazing?”
“Everything,” Keito whispers, his hands traveling to Inoo’s cheeks and brushing away his tears, “Like, you go to university for such a complicated subject, and you have so much homework on top of practices and stuff, but you never falter. You’re always awake, always smiling and always working hard. Your funny too, not in the obvious way Yuto or Hikaru are, but it’s much subtler, almost classy in a way,” Keito pauses, scooting closer to the other, “And, you’re so gorgeous, I mean it’s almost unreal how beautiful you are.”
Keito moves forward a little more, until he’s almost nose to nose with Inoo, “There’s nothing wrong with you,” Keito tilts his head, his breath hitting against Inoo’s lips, “At all.”
Inoo closes the distance between them, and all at once, his heart begins to beat faster, and his stomach is fluttering with butterfly wings. He loses himself into the kiss, watching in awe the fireworks that begin exploding behind his closed eyes, and it’s so clichéd but damn, it feels like he’s found everything he was and wasn’t looking for.
And judging by the smile on Keito’s face when they break apart, he feels the exact same way.
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yabunoo. Hikato. YabuHika. Okanoo.
Word Count: 2112
Disclaimer: Nope.
Summary: Yabu and Hikaru begin to ditch their boyfriends, Inoo and Keito, for each other. The broken hearted friends find comfort in each other, and eventually, love.
Requested by mah girl chii_loves_me. I hope you like it bb ♥
At first, he’s heart broken over it.
And who wouldn’t be, really, when your boyfriend begins to slowly ditch you for his best friend, cancelling your dates like they mean nothing to go see some stupid movie with Hikaru that would be out for another two weeks, and you can’t see the movie some other time, it has to be during your date night?
It pisses Inoo off, a lot, but he keeps his angry complaints to himself, because Hikaru is Yabu’s best friend, and he’s just Yabu’s other best friend, plus his jealous and slightly neurotic boyfriend.
Inoo can’t help but punch walls, kick over chairs and basically cause total destruction to his room when thinking about Yabu nowadays. For the past month or so, including tonight, every date they were supposed to have was cancelled because Yabu needed to see Hikaru about work, or Hikaru got lost and Yabu had to go find him, or “I’m sorry Inoo-chan, but I just really need to see Hikaru right now.” (That stab to the heart was Inoo’s personal favorite, really).
Whatever. If Yabu wants to spend all of his time with Hikaru and ignoring Inoo’s existence, that’s fine with him. He refuses to spend another night crying alone in his bed, wondering what the fuck happened to his perfect romance, and so he grabs his jacket, house keys and slips on his shoes, before walking out the door and into the cold night.
He calls Daiki first as he walks down the street, the buzzing streetlights his only sense of light. Daiki doesn’t answer though, and Inoo figures he’s probably passed out, surrounded by manga and pocky. He calls Takaki next, who answers but Inoo can immediately tell the other boy is drunk, plus he hears Miura Haruma screaming loudly in the background. Inoo rolls his eyes and promptly hangs up, and before he can think of another friend to dial, his phone starts ringing, Okamoto Keito flashing across the screen.
“Hey there,” Inoo answers casually in English, before switching back to Japanese, “What are you up to tonight?”
“I was supposed to see a movie with Hikaru,” Keito’s tone is bitter, and Inoo stops in his tracks as he realizes, “But my boyfriend would rather hang out with your boyfriend.”
“Fuck,” Inoo curses, sighing as he tilts his head back, “I totally forgot you were in the same situation as me.”
“Yeah,” Keito replies, before asking, “So, instead of moping alone, want to come mope with me? I’m watching romantic films to torture myself and getting fat on ice cream.”
“Sounds perfect,” Inoo chuckles, muttering a quick ‘see you’ before hanging up, changing his direction towards the train that’ll take him to Keito’s place.
‘Well, this is slightly better,’ Inoo thinks to himself as the twenty minute walk flies by, and he’s purchasing a ticket, hopping on the train and taking a seat in the nearly empty compartment. His only other occupants, of course, are a young couple, happily kissing each other and a lonely old woman, listening to an outdated CD player. Irony at it’s finest, really, and Inoo wonders if that old woman lives in a small apartment alone, barely managing to pay rent and feed her seven cats. Or maybe her seven dogs, who knows.
Chiba, next stop. Chiba.
Inoo stands up and when the train stops, he ducks out, walking quickly into the brisk air. It’s a short walk from the train to Keito’s place, just a few turns and wallah, there you are!
Inoo knocks on the door, waits a moment and then walks in, smiling when he sees Keito cocooned in a bunch of blankets, tissues surrounding him and a large tub of chocolate ice cream sitting in his lap. He takes off his shoes and walks over, throwing his jacket onto the coffee table, along with his keys. Wordlessly, he sits beside Keito who hands him a spoon, and together they watch chick flicks all night, crying on each other’s shoulders.
***
Keito knew that he and Hikaru wouldn’t last forever. He always figured they’d have a good couple years, a few hundred laughs and a few dozen fights, until going their separate ways, a little less in love with each other and more like best friends.
Obviously, he was surprised to see them falling apart so soon.
Well, maybe falling apart is too dramatic of a phrase, something he would use to more appropriately describe his parents’ marriage, but it’s the only one Keito can think of to describe what is happening. Although there isn’t much happening anyways, Hikaru is just simply drifting away from him and towards his best friend, which Keito used to understand, because he often drifts towards Yuto but, not like this, not to extent that Hikaru is doing.
Keito often wonders if maybe he did something wrong, like how his Dad feels when they reminisce about his Mom. Maybe there’s a curse to the Okamoto name or something, that makes amazing people fall in love with you, until they eventually drift away from you and then cruel reality sets in, and you receive a big envelope in the mail that has DIVORCE printed on it in big, red letters.
Except that won’t happen to Hikaru and him, because they’re not married. They’ll just simply break up, which isn’t a big deal at all and something Keito shouldn’t cry over.
Except he’s crying anyways, because it hurts and he wants his boyfriend back.
Damnit.
At least Inoo being with him eases some of the pain, even though he’s crying too, his cheeks stained with tears and his eyes red and puffy. They’re sad, and probably pretty pathetic, but at least they’re not sad and pathetic alone, and that makes Keito feel a little better as he hugs his broken hearted companion, holding him close until they wake up the next morning, groaning from stiff necks.
“Ow ow ow ow,” Inoo cringes, rubbing his sore neck as he cautiously sits up, “Ugh, I feel terrible.”
“Same,” Keito mutters, stretching out his cramped muscles, sighing contently when they pop, “You want breakfast?”
“Sure.” Inoo shrugs and they hobble to the kitchen, Inoo leaning against the counter as Keito grabs a carton of eggs from the refrigerator, a pan from under the sink.
“So,” Inoo runs a hand through his hair, “Yabu promised me we’d do something today, and I’m pretty we would cause he saw Hikaru yesterday, but I’m still pissed and wondering-”
“Definitely,” Keito interrupts, scrambling the eggs, “And, we can give them a taste of their own medicine, ya know, see how they like being ditched.”
Inoo grins, “Perfect.”
Keito smiles back, and Inoo feels a little dizzy before Keito asks, “Can you set the table? Plates are in that top cabinet, forks are in the drawer by the coffee maker.”
“Forks?” Inoo raises an eyebrow, grabbing all of the items and setting them out.
“I prefer them over chopsticks,” Keito shrugs, turning off the stove and bringing the pan of eggs to the table, placing a dishtowel under it so it doesn’t burn the table, “Hikaru always says that England made me less Asian.”
“I think it’s cool,” Inoo picks up his fork and grabs some eggs, plopping them onto his dish before digging in.
Keito blushes and follow suits, and the two eat quietly, but not uncomfortably.
***
After a few days of hanging out with Keito, going to dinner and playing in the park, he feels a little better. After a week of texting Keito during classes, stifling his giggles when the other sends him a witty message, he feels like smiling almost all the time. After a month of talking to Keito on the phone, well into the morning hours, he feels like he’s not broken anymore, and he laughs more often than he cries, and he almost forgets about Yabu, until the other shows up at his doorstep, a guilty expression on his face.
“Hey there stranger,” Inoo smirks, not inviting Yabu to enter his house, “What brings you here and away from Hikaru?”
Yabu flinches from the cold remark, “I’m sorry, Kei, I know I haven’t been around,” Yabu takes a deep breath and Inoo contemplates slamming the door in his face, because he needs to shower before Keito gets here in thirty minutes, and - “I cheated on you with Hikaru.”
Inoo’s eyes widen, his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. He opens his mouth to speak, to scream or cry or to do anything, but he’s completely speechless, shocked that Yabu could so something so despicable.
“Kei,” Yabu is crying now, “I don’t know what happened, but you deserve better than this, I’m sorry.”
Inoo swallows the lump that has formed in his throat, and sniffles, because he’s heart broken again and he almost hates Yabu, he really does, because what the hell!? If he fucking deserved better than this, then Yabu wouldn’t have done it. If he deserved better, than Yabu wouldn’t have broken his heart.
“Kei, say something, please,” Yabu begs, and Inoo can think of plenty things to say, like ‘I hate you,’ and ‘You’re an asshole,’, but he closes the door instead, because there is no way in Hell he’s letting Yabu see him cry like this, crumpled on the floor like a used piece of tissue.
***
Keito turns the street and just as he sees Inoo’s house, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Frowning, he quickly grabs it and flips it open, not bothering to check the caller ID.
“Hello?” Keito asks, leaning against the streetlight.
“Keito,” it’s Hikaru, and Keito represses the urge to start cursing at the older boy, “I went by your place earlier but you weren’t home.”
“No, I’m seeing Inoo,” Keito looks down at his watch, “Listen, I’m running late, can we talk la-”
“I think we should break up.”
Keito blinks, and looks towards Inoo’s house, noticing all of the lights are off, “Can I ask why?”
“I just,” Hikaru hesitates, “I really care about you, a lot, but-”
This time, Keito interrupts, continuing his journey towards Inoo’s, “But I’m not Yabu. I get it.”
“I’m sorry.” Hikaru apologizes, “Tell Inoo I’m sorry too, I have a feeling our nine year friendship is pretty much ruined.”
“Okay,” Keito doesn’t bother to try and reassure Hikaru, because yeah, it probably is ruined, “See you later, yeah?”
“Of course.” Hikaru hangs up just as Keito reaches Inoo’s door, and he twists the doorknob to find that it’s unlocked, so he quickly enters, and his heart plummets when he sees Inoo on the floor, sobbing.
“Kei,” Keito rushes forward and falls to his knees, ignoring the pain as he pulls the older boy into his arms, holding him as close as possible. Inoo responds to the hug and turns a little, so that his face is pressed against Keito’s neck, his warm tears causing Keito to shiver.
“It’s okay, Kei, it’ll be okay,” Keito whispers, kissing the top of Inoo’s head, “We both knew this was coming, yeah? I mean, isn’t it better in a way that it’s finally over, so we can move on?”
“I don’t,” Inoo hiccups, “I don’t know. Is there, is there something wrong with me?”
“No, God no,” Keito grabs Inoo’s shoulders and pushes him back, so that they’re eye to eye, “You’re so amazing, Kei.”
“How?” Inoo questions, shaking his head, “What about me is so amazing?”
“Everything,” Keito whispers, his hands traveling to Inoo’s cheeks and brushing away his tears, “Like, you go to university for such a complicated subject, and you have so much homework on top of practices and stuff, but you never falter. You’re always awake, always smiling and always working hard. Your funny too, not in the obvious way Yuto or Hikaru are, but it’s much subtler, almost classy in a way,” Keito pauses, scooting closer to the other, “And, you’re so gorgeous, I mean it’s almost unreal how beautiful you are.”
Keito moves forward a little more, until he’s almost nose to nose with Inoo, “There’s nothing wrong with you,” Keito tilts his head, his breath hitting against Inoo’s lips, “At all.”
Inoo closes the distance between them, and all at once, his heart begins to beat faster, and his stomach is fluttering with butterfly wings. He loses himself into the kiss, watching in awe the fireworks that begin exploding behind his closed eyes, and it’s so clichéd but damn, it feels like he’s found everything he was and wasn’t looking for.
And judging by the smile on Keito’s face when they break apart, he feels the exact same way.