OP: I'm afraid this might not be entirely what you were expecting; it sort of strayed from the prompt a bit. I do hope you'll enjoy it nevertheless. :3 - - -
Dinner tonight? the message reads, Around seven?
Yamapi sighs, sends back: Can’t, filming.
The reply is almost instant: Ah, sorry. Forgot. it says.
Maybe another time?
Sure. :)
Yamapi sighs again, staring at the screen, at the smiley face that doesn’t help even the least to make him feel better. He glances at his watch: 6:30 pm. He heaves another long sigh; there’s still hours left of work.
A staff member calls out then, announcing that break is over. Yamapi slips his phone back into his bag and gets to his feet. It’s time to work, again.
- - -
Jin jabs the key into the lock and with great effort manages to unlock the door with his hands full of takeout. He stumbles through the doorway, kicking off his shoes into the genkan and calling out, “I’m home!”
Silence greets him and Jin frowns, flipping on the lights as he enters the hallway. He was sure Yamapi was supposed to be back by now, had brought dinner for them since it’s been awhile they’ve eaten together, each busy with his own work. But the apartment is empty, and when he looks back in the genkan, he doesn’t see Yamapi’s shoes. He sighs, and heads into the kitchen, dumping the takeout on the counter and his work bag on the floor.
He grabs a beer from the fridge, pulls out a few of the takeout boxes for himself, and rifles through for a sharpie in the drawer. Pulling the cap off with his teeth, he scribbles onto the other boxes: You’d better pay me back for this, Pi. :P
Jin sticks them in the fridge and with his dinner, heads into his room, and blasts music loudly from the speakers as he settles to eat. It’s just too quiet, too lonely otherwise.
- - -
“I’m already here, where are you?” Yamapi says, sliding into a booth at a Starbucks.
“Rehearsals ran late,” Jin answers, sounding out of breath. “Give me ten minutes.”
“I’ve already waited ten minutes,” Yamapi replies. “I have a meeting in half an hour.”
“I’ll be there, don’t worry!” Jin insists happily. “Just one song left to go through, okay?”
“Okay,” Yamapi says and hangs up. He sets his phone on the table and reaches for his coffee, taking a few small sips before sighing with content. He stares out of the window, at the cloudless, sunny day, and watches as a plane flies across the sky, leaving a streak of white in its wake. Once it’s out of his sight, he turns back to his phone; it’s been ten minutes.
He waits five more, and then his phone beeps. Sorry the message from Jin says, Can’t get out it seems. I’ll call you later. Maybe we can meet up tomorrow.
Yamapi bites his lower lip, an unpleasant feeling settling in his stomach. He sits there awhile longer, contemplating a response that he doesn’t know how to articulate probably.
In the end, he silently slides out of the booth, and leaves the building. As he walks down the sidewalk, he types back: Don’t worry about it. :) Tomorrow sounds good.
- - -
Jin’s not sure if he actually misses him. That word has too many connotations, too many implications, too many possible consequences. But it’s been so long since they’ve actively done anything together that he can’t even remember the last time they saw each other. Jin’s solo concerts, maybe. Countdown, at the latest. They’ve both been extremely busy this past year, but it’s not really anything new. This comes with the territory of being popular idols, of having their own solo work, along with group activities.
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Date: 2010-04-04 07:44 am (UTC)- - -
Dinner tonight? the message reads, Around seven?
Yamapi sighs, sends back: Can’t, filming.
The reply is almost instant: Ah, sorry. Forgot. it says.
Maybe another time?
Sure. :)
Yamapi sighs again, staring at the screen, at the smiley face that doesn’t help even the least to make him feel better. He glances at his watch: 6:30 pm. He heaves another long sigh; there’s still hours left of work.
A staff member calls out then, announcing that break is over. Yamapi slips his phone back into his bag and gets to his feet. It’s time to work, again.
- - -
Jin jabs the key into the lock and with great effort manages to unlock the door with his hands full of takeout. He stumbles through the doorway, kicking off his shoes into the genkan and calling out, “I’m home!”
Silence greets him and Jin frowns, flipping on the lights as he enters the hallway. He was sure Yamapi was supposed to be back by now, had brought dinner for them since it’s been awhile they’ve eaten together, each busy with his own work. But the apartment is empty, and when he looks back in the genkan, he doesn’t see Yamapi’s shoes. He sighs, and heads into the kitchen, dumping the takeout on the counter and his work bag on the floor.
He grabs a beer from the fridge, pulls out a few of the takeout boxes for himself, and rifles through for a sharpie in the drawer. Pulling the cap off with his teeth, he scribbles onto the other boxes: You’d better pay me back for this, Pi. :P
Jin sticks them in the fridge and with his dinner, heads into his room, and blasts music loudly from the speakers as he settles to eat. It’s just too quiet, too lonely otherwise.
- - -
“I’m already here, where are you?” Yamapi says, sliding into a booth at a Starbucks.
“Rehearsals ran late,” Jin answers, sounding out of breath. “Give me ten minutes.”
“I’ve already waited ten minutes,” Yamapi replies. “I have a meeting in half an hour.”
“I’ll be there, don’t worry!” Jin insists happily. “Just one song left to go through, okay?”
“Okay,” Yamapi says and hangs up. He sets his phone on the table and reaches for his coffee, taking a few small sips before sighing with content. He stares out of the window, at the cloudless, sunny day, and watches as a plane flies across the sky, leaving a streak of white in its wake. Once it’s out of his sight, he turns back to his phone; it’s been ten minutes.
He waits five more, and then his phone beeps. Sorry the message from Jin says, Can’t get out it seems. I’ll call you later. Maybe we can meet up tomorrow.
Yamapi bites his lower lip, an unpleasant feeling settling in his stomach. He sits there awhile longer, contemplating a response that he doesn’t know how to articulate probably.
In the end, he silently slides out of the booth, and leaves the building. As he walks down the sidewalk, he types back: Don’t worry about it. :) Tomorrow sounds good.
- - -
Jin’s not sure if he actually misses him. That word has too many connotations, too many implications, too many possible consequences. But it’s been so long since they’ve actively done anything together that he can’t even remember the last time they saw each other. Jin’s solo concerts, maybe. Countdown, at the latest. They’ve both been extremely busy this past year, but it’s not really anything new. This comes with the territory of being popular idols, of having their own solo work, along with group activities.