[Drabble] Open up, Open up~♫
Title: Open up, Open up~♫
Groups/Pairings: Kisumai - Y/F (implied Ki/F)
Rating: PG
Summary: It's 3AM and Fujigaya's at the door.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Implied infidelity 8Db
A/N: Inspired by this song (and the Saturdays are completely amazing, you should love them too!) Maybe expanded or something. I finished Nano and needed a quick break from Hols, so posting this (though I wrote this a week ago or something...)
Fujigaya's at the door, and even through the wood, he manages to convey his displeasure; he’s too wet and cold and tired and drunk. “Wataru, open up the door.”
It’s 3AM and Yokoo shouldn’t even be awake. “What happened to your keys, Taisuke?”
“I lost them. I’m sorry, Watta, but it’s cold, open up.” And, because he knows it gets to Yokoo, there’s a subtle hint of misery in the other’s voice. “Please…?”
Slowly, his own fingers seemingly betraying him as they undo each latch and knob, Yokoo pulls the door open. Fujigaya’s indeed wet and miserable, his eyes not nearly as glassy as Yokoo thought they’d be, but maybe that’s worse.
Holding up a hand, Yokoo gives the other a critical, suspicious look. “And what happens if I let you in and you smell like Hiromitsu?”
Fujigaya trips his way through the front door, smiling as he winds his arms around Yokoo’s neck, pressing close and not caring if he gets Yokoo wet (because he knows Yokoo will do that for him). “I was a good boy, Watta,” he says, and they both know he’s lying.
Groups/Pairings: Kisumai - Y/F (implied Ki/F)
Rating: PG
Summary: It's 3AM and Fujigaya's at the door.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Implied infidelity 8Db
A/N: Inspired by this song (and the Saturdays are completely amazing, you should love them too!) Maybe expanded or something. I finished Nano and needed a quick break from Hols, so posting this (though I wrote this a week ago or something...)
Fujigaya's at the door, and even through the wood, he manages to convey his displeasure; he’s too wet and cold and tired and drunk. “Wataru, open up the door.”
It’s 3AM and Yokoo shouldn’t even be awake. “What happened to your keys, Taisuke?”
“I lost them. I’m sorry, Watta, but it’s cold, open up.” And, because he knows it gets to Yokoo, there’s a subtle hint of misery in the other’s voice. “Please…?”
Slowly, his own fingers seemingly betraying him as they undo each latch and knob, Yokoo pulls the door open. Fujigaya’s indeed wet and miserable, his eyes not nearly as glassy as Yokoo thought they’d be, but maybe that’s worse.
Holding up a hand, Yokoo gives the other a critical, suspicious look. “And what happens if I let you in and you smell like Hiromitsu?”
Fujigaya trips his way through the front door, smiling as he winds his arms around Yokoo’s neck, pressing close and not caring if he gets Yokoo wet (because he knows Yokoo will do that for him). “I was a good boy, Watta,” he says, and they both know he’s lying.