A Quiet Morning
Title: A Quiet Morning
Pairing: Yabu Kota x Yaotome Hikaru (YabuHika)
Type: Drabble
Genre: Romance, fluff
Disclaimer: Boys aren’t mine.
Warning: My English is bad.
He had been knowing him for whole his life.
Well, maybe not. Maybe it’s just sixteen years. Sixteen years which is long enough for Yabu to understand Hikaru. He can perfectly picture what will Hikaru doing if something happens for him. Like, Hikaru will get mad if someone comes to practice late than fix hour, while actually he isn’t an on-time type either. Yabu can calculate it very well what Hikaru will eat on different type of restaurants. He didn’t do research, though, it just recorded automatically inside his system because for those sixteen years, they’re always together.
Everyone in JUMP, or even fans, can tell perfectly YabuHika has this power to speak through eyes. They don’t need for a blunt explanation. What Yabu thinks, is mostly known by Hika, and vice-versa. Everytime one of them get properties of matters, they’ll tell each other first, as if there’s no room for other members to interfere, to break that strong bond. It feels like they have no problem to fit a key into the right door.
But, aside from all those stuffs,
There’s only one thing Yabu doesn’t know.
Hikaru’s feeling.
Like when this morning he woke up first before Hikaru and silently gazing at the younger’s face. Observing every part on his feature. That smooth brown hair, those closed eyes, that pointed nose, those lips which usually slip on casual jokes yet it can give Yabu personal motivation choice of words when he’s down. All of it. All about Hikaru just makes Yabu turns into a clueless man. The leader who usually knows what to do about their group, yet he can’t tell what will be Hikaru’s reaction when he knows Yabu just eye-ing him for more than ten minutes, when he knows his sleeping face could let Yabu trapped into his own imagination about tracing his finger to Hikaru’s nose, down to his lips, to his chest, to his abdomen, and-
Maybe he’s envy of Takaki and Inoo, the official couple in their group. He doesn’t quite sure if HSJ will accept another couple or not, thinking they’re consisting of man-to-man people.
Damn it.
The most important thing is,
Yabu doesn’t know if Hikaru has the mutual feeling.
He takes a deep breathe, sipping hot chocolate while turning his eyes to look at the deserted street below their hotel’s veranda. Six in the morning. Still not so crowded.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“HIKA?!”
In a split second, Hikaru is already jolted on the bed. His face seems like horror, with a pleading gaze as if he needs Yabu to do something.
“What happen?” Yabu quickly appears beside Hikaru.
“Bad dream.”
“A murder chases you? Tokyo-bombing? End of the world? Which one?”
“No.” He shakes his head.
“Then?”
“A cat chases me.”
The clock is ticking forward with barely chat between them. Before seconds later Yabu stands up in frustration, putting back his cup and huffing desperately. “I should think of it earlier. Right. A cat.”
“Well, it’s horrible.” Hikaru starts explaining, like it’s an important news Yabu should concern of. “I dreamt of us travelling to New York and then out of nowhere you gave me a present. You said it was a newest album of my favorite rock band and yes for a moment it did look like a CD before quickly turns into a cat like a magic. Are you kidding? I was so happy but then it horrified.”
“…………………………………”
“I didn’t even want a cat in my dream.”
“…………………………………”
“Especially when it was supposed to be a good dream.”
“Us? Us like, only you and me?”
“You missed the point!” Hikaru exclaimed, pouting sign on his face.
“Well yeah, maybe I missed the point.” Yabu laughs, crunchily, that type of laugh which leads all his fans drown into a pool of serene. Maybe, Hikaru does too. “I don’t know, you just suddenly woke up and brought all this cat thing in early morning, I honestly didn’t expect any of this. Besides, it’s just a dream. So there’s no point to worry any longer.” He continues. “By the way just go to sleep again if you want, there’s still enough time.”
“Yeah.” As he says so, Hikaru pulls up the white thick blanket, covering his body. Yabu tends to go to bathroom when Hikaru suddenly murmurs. “But it’s a good idea, isn’t it?”
“What?”
“New York. Two of us. Together. Like Yamada and Keito, went to London and had all the fun.”
“…………………………………”
“Pretty good idea. You can accompany me to hunt things I want.”
The older guy stuns for a moment, trying to not have wrong impression of what Hikaru just said. Before he leans to the wall, crossing hands in front of his chest, looking down to the floor, hiding his slowly redden cheeks so it won’t be that obvious.
“If you say so… I’m okay with that. Maybe if it’s not New York it doesn’t matter, maybe just have a meal together is enough for this time. We haven’t done that in quite long time. Because well, the schedule just doesn’t really fit. But I really wish for it, I really do. Us. New York. What could possibly more fun?”
And when Yabu lifts up his face again, he earns Hikaru’s crooked-teeth smile. It isn’t his joke-able smile, though. It’s sincere. And sixteen years is enough for Yabu to understand what lies behind that smile. And when his realization comes up, it makes his heart twirling inside. Damn. Yaotome Hikaru. The only one who can mixes Yabu’s feeling in such early morning.
“Good. Let’s have meal together.” Hikaru agrees, before turning back his body so Yabu can’t look straightly to the eyes anymore, pulling up the blanket to cover his full face. “I sleep first.”
---END---
This is for sayori_story2 well idk Hani just suddenly pulled back my passion again. I, myself, was surprised tho. Because I think my first comeback will be Takaino. But then why not? It’s good to write again. And I hope I can write Takaino in near future. Also happy belated birthday to my carol_yu_rie. Wish you have the greatest birthday, dear.
Pairing: Yabu Kota x Yaotome Hikaru (YabuHika)
Type: Drabble
Genre: Romance, fluff
Disclaimer: Boys aren’t mine.
Warning: My English is bad.
He had been knowing him for whole his life.
Well, maybe not. Maybe it’s just sixteen years. Sixteen years which is long enough for Yabu to understand Hikaru. He can perfectly picture what will Hikaru doing if something happens for him. Like, Hikaru will get mad if someone comes to practice late than fix hour, while actually he isn’t an on-time type either. Yabu can calculate it very well what Hikaru will eat on different type of restaurants. He didn’t do research, though, it just recorded automatically inside his system because for those sixteen years, they’re always together.
Everyone in JUMP, or even fans, can tell perfectly YabuHika has this power to speak through eyes. They don’t need for a blunt explanation. What Yabu thinks, is mostly known by Hika, and vice-versa. Everytime one of them get properties of matters, they’ll tell each other first, as if there’s no room for other members to interfere, to break that strong bond. It feels like they have no problem to fit a key into the right door.
But, aside from all those stuffs,
There’s only one thing Yabu doesn’t know.
Hikaru’s feeling.
Like when this morning he woke up first before Hikaru and silently gazing at the younger’s face. Observing every part on his feature. That smooth brown hair, those closed eyes, that pointed nose, those lips which usually slip on casual jokes yet it can give Yabu personal motivation choice of words when he’s down. All of it. All about Hikaru just makes Yabu turns into a clueless man. The leader who usually knows what to do about their group, yet he can’t tell what will be Hikaru’s reaction when he knows Yabu just eye-ing him for more than ten minutes, when he knows his sleeping face could let Yabu trapped into his own imagination about tracing his finger to Hikaru’s nose, down to his lips, to his chest, to his abdomen, and-
Maybe he’s envy of Takaki and Inoo, the official couple in their group. He doesn’t quite sure if HSJ will accept another couple or not, thinking they’re consisting of man-to-man people.
Damn it.
The most important thing is,
Yabu doesn’t know if Hikaru has the mutual feeling.
He takes a deep breathe, sipping hot chocolate while turning his eyes to look at the deserted street below their hotel’s veranda. Six in the morning. Still not so crowded.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“HIKA?!”
In a split second, Hikaru is already jolted on the bed. His face seems like horror, with a pleading gaze as if he needs Yabu to do something.
“What happen?” Yabu quickly appears beside Hikaru.
“Bad dream.”
“A murder chases you? Tokyo-bombing? End of the world? Which one?”
“No.” He shakes his head.
“Then?”
“A cat chases me.”
The clock is ticking forward with barely chat between them. Before seconds later Yabu stands up in frustration, putting back his cup and huffing desperately. “I should think of it earlier. Right. A cat.”
“Well, it’s horrible.” Hikaru starts explaining, like it’s an important news Yabu should concern of. “I dreamt of us travelling to New York and then out of nowhere you gave me a present. You said it was a newest album of my favorite rock band and yes for a moment it did look like a CD before quickly turns into a cat like a magic. Are you kidding? I was so happy but then it horrified.”
“…………………………………”
“I didn’t even want a cat in my dream.”
“…………………………………”
“Especially when it was supposed to be a good dream.”
“Us? Us like, only you and me?”
“You missed the point!” Hikaru exclaimed, pouting sign on his face.
“Well yeah, maybe I missed the point.” Yabu laughs, crunchily, that type of laugh which leads all his fans drown into a pool of serene. Maybe, Hikaru does too. “I don’t know, you just suddenly woke up and brought all this cat thing in early morning, I honestly didn’t expect any of this. Besides, it’s just a dream. So there’s no point to worry any longer.” He continues. “By the way just go to sleep again if you want, there’s still enough time.”
“Yeah.” As he says so, Hikaru pulls up the white thick blanket, covering his body. Yabu tends to go to bathroom when Hikaru suddenly murmurs. “But it’s a good idea, isn’t it?”
“What?”
“New York. Two of us. Together. Like Yamada and Keito, went to London and had all the fun.”
“…………………………………”
“Pretty good idea. You can accompany me to hunt things I want.”
The older guy stuns for a moment, trying to not have wrong impression of what Hikaru just said. Before he leans to the wall, crossing hands in front of his chest, looking down to the floor, hiding his slowly redden cheeks so it won’t be that obvious.
“If you say so… I’m okay with that. Maybe if it’s not New York it doesn’t matter, maybe just have a meal together is enough for this time. We haven’t done that in quite long time. Because well, the schedule just doesn’t really fit. But I really wish for it, I really do. Us. New York. What could possibly more fun?”
And when Yabu lifts up his face again, he earns Hikaru’s crooked-teeth smile. It isn’t his joke-able smile, though. It’s sincere. And sixteen years is enough for Yabu to understand what lies behind that smile. And when his realization comes up, it makes his heart twirling inside. Damn. Yaotome Hikaru. The only one who can mixes Yabu’s feeling in such early morning.
“Good. Let’s have meal together.” Hikaru agrees, before turning back his body so Yabu can’t look straightly to the eyes anymore, pulling up the blanket to cover his full face. “I sleep first.”
---END---
This is for sayori_story2 well idk Hani just suddenly pulled back my passion again. I, myself, was surprised tho. Because I think my first comeback will be Takaino. But then why not? It’s good to write again. And I hope I can write Takaino in near future. Also happy belated birthday to my carol_yu_rie. Wish you have the greatest birthday, dear.