Sleepless in the Rain
Title: Sleepless in the Rain
Pairing: Alan Shirahama x Hayato Komori (HayaLan / Generations from Exile Tribe)
Type: Drabble
Genre: Romance, angst
Disclaimer: Boys aren’t mine. They belong to LDH.
Warning: My English is bad.
But the other part of me, somewhere down the line, I can’t help myself from being a traitor
“I got dumped”
It was a crispy night of January. He’s standing there, in front of me, under the glistening raindrops on a quiet street. He’s soaked in wet, showing his broken stare and shivering pair of pale lips. I was silent still for few seconds, swimming into a complicated thought I created myself. I don’t exactly know how to react, how to respond, because I am one hundred percent aware that I should be sad when my friend is falling into agony. But the other part of me, somewhere down the line, I can’t help myself from being a traitor. I was happy. I was happy because he’s finally untied from his girlfriend. Because for a split moment I was hit by a silly wish that maybe, maybe, maybe, he could be mine. After some growth and experimenting.
“You’ll be okay”, I said.
Yes, you will be okay, Alan.
“Because even if she doesn’t want you, there’s still someone who wants you”
And that someone is me.
I cover him up by a transparent umbrella. And the sound of rough contact between rains and umbrella’s skin is suddenly radiating around us. A noisy harmony. But it’s better off this way, because at least I can convince myself that he won’t hear the war inside my chest.
Alan looks up, glaring at me. Just… glaring.
And I know I’ll always fall for him for thousand times.
“Thanks, Hayato”
He called my name. Maybe the sensation is unexplainable, when he suddenly curved a miserable yet enchanting smile on his plump lips. Maybe we just need time, to settle everything, to make him realize he shouldn’t walk too further to find someone who’s really caring for him, who’s dedicating half part of his life only for him.
And then I step closer, daring myself to make a move. Until I figure out my hand is too weak to hold for previous umbrella, and it is finally fallen to the wet street beneath us. We both met through the eyes, as Alan’s hands slowly ran to my cheeks, caressed them and cupped me like I’m the only thing existed in the world. We are sleepless in the rain… and the next second I went completely insane,
because we kiss…
and his lips tasted Coca Cola zero sugar.
So soft. So pastel.
And I found myself breathing,
inside his tranquil arms.
---END---
A/N: I blamed you Mrs. Komori meriel_roncal for this. I haven't even written my Ryuto x Reo but you got me write HayaLan huh?
/steals takaino from you/
Pairing: Alan Shirahama x Hayato Komori (HayaLan / Generations from Exile Tribe)
Type: Drabble
Genre: Romance, angst
Disclaimer: Boys aren’t mine. They belong to LDH.
Warning: My English is bad.
But the other part of me, somewhere down the line, I can’t help myself from being a traitor
“I got dumped”
It was a crispy night of January. He’s standing there, in front of me, under the glistening raindrops on a quiet street. He’s soaked in wet, showing his broken stare and shivering pair of pale lips. I was silent still for few seconds, swimming into a complicated thought I created myself. I don’t exactly know how to react, how to respond, because I am one hundred percent aware that I should be sad when my friend is falling into agony. But the other part of me, somewhere down the line, I can’t help myself from being a traitor. I was happy. I was happy because he’s finally untied from his girlfriend. Because for a split moment I was hit by a silly wish that maybe, maybe, maybe, he could be mine. After some growth and experimenting.
“You’ll be okay”, I said.
Yes, you will be okay, Alan.
“Because even if she doesn’t want you, there’s still someone who wants you”
And that someone is me.
I cover him up by a transparent umbrella. And the sound of rough contact between rains and umbrella’s skin is suddenly radiating around us. A noisy harmony. But it’s better off this way, because at least I can convince myself that he won’t hear the war inside my chest.
Alan looks up, glaring at me. Just… glaring.
And I know I’ll always fall for him for thousand times.
“Thanks, Hayato”
He called my name. Maybe the sensation is unexplainable, when he suddenly curved a miserable yet enchanting smile on his plump lips. Maybe we just need time, to settle everything, to make him realize he shouldn’t walk too further to find someone who’s really caring for him, who’s dedicating half part of his life only for him.
And then I step closer, daring myself to make a move. Until I figure out my hand is too weak to hold for previous umbrella, and it is finally fallen to the wet street beneath us. We both met through the eyes, as Alan’s hands slowly ran to my cheeks, caressed them and cupped me like I’m the only thing existed in the world. We are sleepless in the rain… and the next second I went completely insane,
because we kiss…
and his lips tasted Coca Cola zero sugar.
So soft. So pastel.
And I found myself breathing,
inside his tranquil arms.
---END---
A/N: I blamed you Mrs. Komori meriel_roncal for this. I haven't even written my Ryuto x Reo but you got me write HayaLan huh?
/steals takaino from you/