Do-over
Pairing: Takki/ Tsubasa
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Fluff, little angst
Summary: Takki is a flirt and pretty much treats everybody the same, but when he tries to confess, well it doesn't turn out the way he planned.
For kinki4ever39as part of the help_pilipinas$1 for a drabble fundraiser. Thanks so much for donating, I really hope you like it!
Takki had problems with words. It was common knowledge among his friends, and even though he projected a calm and collected persona, Takki was a dork. At first Tsubasa had been surprised by it, but he quickly learned that this personality trait fit Takki perfectly. In private, Takki was goofy and quirky, and Tsubasa was one of the few people who got to see this side of him.
After years of working together, they had a strong friendship and it wouldn’t be uncommon for someone to walk into their dressing room and see Takki sprawled out on the other one or sleeping on his lap with his arms wrapped around the other’s neck. Of course, initially Tsubasa had been taken aback by it, but he soon realized that it was just Takki’s personality and it didn’t mean anything.
It never meant anything, or at least he never took it seriously. Because as they would walk along the hallways together, Takki would flirt with Pi or Ryo or some other Junior and that was just how things were. Takki’s treatment to him was the same as everyone and for some reason that made him sad because he wasn’t special. But in the end it was him who saw Takki on a daily basis and it was he who worked with him and saw the cracks in his armor and celebrated the highs and mourned the lows of their careers and life together.
So when Takki invited himself over to Tsubasa’s house it was no surprise because that’s what Takki does. He brought over a bottle of wine and grinned sheepishly as Tsubasa ushered him in. They had a sort of routine that usually ended up in both of them getting drunk; at least drunk enough that Takki couldn’t drive himself home and ended up crashing on Tsubasa’s couch.
Today was one such occasion. They made their way through the bottle of wine and ended up on the living room floor cracking up at some joke that really wasn’t even funny. Takki was actually the one that had drank the most, and Tsubasa recognized this as Takki’s escape. Takki drank for three reasons. 1) He wanted to forget. 2) He needed liquid courage. 3) He wanted to celebrate. And today Tsubasa was pretty sure it was either 1 or 2.
Tsubasa as still semi-sober, but by 11pm, Takki was pretty much completely gone. He was giggling hysterically long after Tsubasa had stopped.
“Why are you here, Takki?” Tsubasa asked seriously as he fingered the wine bottle as a momentary distraction.
“What?! I can’t spend time with my good, good friend?” Takki’s words were slurred and his hand motions were sloppy.
“Why are you drinking?” Tsubasa asked.
“Because I’m in love with someone…” Takki said and leaned over. Before Tsubasa could protest Takki’s lips pressed against his and he gently crawled on top of the other one.
Takki’s hand began to wander, but Tsubasa blinked his eyes open and flipped Takki over, completely pushing him off of his body.
“Stop it!” He exclaimed and left Takki sitting on the floor dazed. After shutting the door to his own room he licked his lips and tasted Takki and a large part of him realized that he wanted to be the person that Takki was in love with and maybe, just maybe, he was right.
The next morning when he woke up he heard Takki rummaging around his apartment and left his room to see Takki stumbling around.
“Hey.” He greeted unsure of how to bring up the events of the previous night.
“Hey yourself.” Takki replied.
“About last night-” he started.
“It was weird. Sorry, just forget about it.” Takki pulled on his shoes and Tsubasa’s heart sank.
“Yeah, okay.” Takki left the apartment and Tsubasa sulked, but a few minutes later, he was startled by a knocking on the door and when he opened it Takki was standing expectantly.
“I meant it, last night. I love you, and I probably have for a while.” Tsubasa felt his pulse quicken but didn’t dare regain his hope.
“But you said to forget it.” Tsubasa countered.
“I completely did it in the wrong manner. I want a do-over. I didn’t want to be drunk and I didn’t want you to be drunk so I want you to forget the way I confessed and hear me out this time… So what do you think?” Takki asked shyly.
“How can I forget the way you confessed, it was our first kiss?” Tsubasa leaned down to make it their second. “And I love you too.”
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Fluff, little angst
Summary: Takki is a flirt and pretty much treats everybody the same, but when he tries to confess, well it doesn't turn out the way he planned.
For kinki4ever39as part of the help_pilipinas$1 for a drabble fundraiser. Thanks so much for donating, I really hope you like it!
Takki had problems with words. It was common knowledge among his friends, and even though he projected a calm and collected persona, Takki was a dork. At first Tsubasa had been surprised by it, but he quickly learned that this personality trait fit Takki perfectly. In private, Takki was goofy and quirky, and Tsubasa was one of the few people who got to see this side of him.
After years of working together, they had a strong friendship and it wouldn’t be uncommon for someone to walk into their dressing room and see Takki sprawled out on the other one or sleeping on his lap with his arms wrapped around the other’s neck. Of course, initially Tsubasa had been taken aback by it, but he soon realized that it was just Takki’s personality and it didn’t mean anything.
It never meant anything, or at least he never took it seriously. Because as they would walk along the hallways together, Takki would flirt with Pi or Ryo or some other Junior and that was just how things were. Takki’s treatment to him was the same as everyone and for some reason that made him sad because he wasn’t special. But in the end it was him who saw Takki on a daily basis and it was he who worked with him and saw the cracks in his armor and celebrated the highs and mourned the lows of their careers and life together.
So when Takki invited himself over to Tsubasa’s house it was no surprise because that’s what Takki does. He brought over a bottle of wine and grinned sheepishly as Tsubasa ushered him in. They had a sort of routine that usually ended up in both of them getting drunk; at least drunk enough that Takki couldn’t drive himself home and ended up crashing on Tsubasa’s couch.
Today was one such occasion. They made their way through the bottle of wine and ended up on the living room floor cracking up at some joke that really wasn’t even funny. Takki was actually the one that had drank the most, and Tsubasa recognized this as Takki’s escape. Takki drank for three reasons. 1) He wanted to forget. 2) He needed liquid courage. 3) He wanted to celebrate. And today Tsubasa was pretty sure it was either 1 or 2.
Tsubasa as still semi-sober, but by 11pm, Takki was pretty much completely gone. He was giggling hysterically long after Tsubasa had stopped.
“Why are you here, Takki?” Tsubasa asked seriously as he fingered the wine bottle as a momentary distraction.
“What?! I can’t spend time with my good, good friend?” Takki’s words were slurred and his hand motions were sloppy.
“Why are you drinking?” Tsubasa asked.
“Because I’m in love with someone…” Takki said and leaned over. Before Tsubasa could protest Takki’s lips pressed against his and he gently crawled on top of the other one.
Takki’s hand began to wander, but Tsubasa blinked his eyes open and flipped Takki over, completely pushing him off of his body.
“Stop it!” He exclaimed and left Takki sitting on the floor dazed. After shutting the door to his own room he licked his lips and tasted Takki and a large part of him realized that he wanted to be the person that Takki was in love with and maybe, just maybe, he was right.
The next morning when he woke up he heard Takki rummaging around his apartment and left his room to see Takki stumbling around.
“Hey.” He greeted unsure of how to bring up the events of the previous night.
“Hey yourself.” Takki replied.
“About last night-” he started.
“It was weird. Sorry, just forget about it.” Takki pulled on his shoes and Tsubasa’s heart sank.
“Yeah, okay.” Takki left the apartment and Tsubasa sulked, but a few minutes later, he was startled by a knocking on the door and when he opened it Takki was standing expectantly.
“I meant it, last night. I love you, and I probably have for a while.” Tsubasa felt his pulse quicken but didn’t dare regain his hope.
“But you said to forget it.” Tsubasa countered.
“I completely did it in the wrong manner. I want a do-over. I didn’t want to be drunk and I didn’t want you to be drunk so I want you to forget the way I confessed and hear me out this time… So what do you think?” Takki asked shyly.
“How can I forget the way you confessed, it was our first kiss?” Tsubasa leaned down to make it their second. “And I love you too.”