It had all started off so innocently. Best friends from the moment they laid eyes on each other, Jin all but lived on the Yamashita's sofa, a permanent, Akanishi-sized dent in the cushion. Rina had been so small then, blushing and scampering away whenever Jin was around, and the pair of them had thought her little crush was hilarious, teased her mercilessly for it until Yamapi's mother had scolded them.
Time had gone by so fast back then, days filled with classes from eight in the morning until nine at night, biology, english, maths, dance, vocals, gym. Dinner was wolfed down during the walk from school to work, because by the time they arrived home just before ten, they were too tired to do anything more than shower and fall into bed - usually the same one.
It's not all that different now, except the hours are longer and when he collapses onto his bed, it's always empty.
Yamapi doesn't remember when me and Jin became Jin and I, when he'd gone from being a slightly selfish child to the polite young man everyone expected him to be. He doesn't remember, either, when me and Jin or Jin and I had become all he wanted from life, the moment he'd realised that his life was Jin and that all he could see of his future was beer and pizza on the sofa with bad American movies, laughter covering up Jin's horrible translations, untidy brown hair peeking out of the top of the covers in the morning, wide yawns and bare feet padding down the hall and sleepy smiles over breakfast.
He doesn't say anything, though, can't, won't. It's not that he needs time to come to terms with it - Jin's always been a constant in his life, and taking that next step doesn't feel anywhere near as strange as Yamapi thinks it ought to - but by the time he finally notices that there isn't space for a woman in his life next to Jin, Jin and Rina have already been going steady for six months.
Yamapi loses his faith in fate the day he realises he's in love with his best friend, and can't do anything about it.
Rina is happy, more than happy, and Jin, too, smiles even more than before. Jin's being the man Yamapi's always wanted for his little sister - he's steady, reliable, dependable (Everything you're not as a friend, Yamapi had laughed one night when it was just the two of them, and Jin had kicked him off of the sofa), and his eyes shine with adoration every time he looks at her.
Yamapi's too busy not looking closely enough to let his own feelings show that he doesn't see the same sparkle in Jin's eyes for him, too.
Nice Day for a White Wedding (1/2)
Time had gone by so fast back then, days filled with classes from eight in the morning until nine at night, biology, english, maths, dance, vocals, gym. Dinner was wolfed down during the walk from school to work, because by the time they arrived home just before ten, they were too tired to do anything more than shower and fall into bed - usually the same one.
It's not all that different now, except the hours are longer and when he collapses onto his bed, it's always empty.
Yamapi doesn't remember when me and Jin became Jin and I, when he'd gone from being a slightly selfish child to the polite young man everyone expected him to be. He doesn't remember, either, when me and Jin or Jin and I had become all he wanted from life, the moment he'd realised that his life was Jin and that all he could see of his future was beer and pizza on the sofa with bad American movies, laughter covering up Jin's horrible translations, untidy brown hair peeking out of the top of the covers in the morning, wide yawns and bare feet padding down the hall and sleepy smiles over breakfast.
He doesn't say anything, though, can't, won't. It's not that he needs time to come to terms with it - Jin's always been a constant in his life, and taking that next step doesn't feel anywhere near as strange as Yamapi thinks it ought to - but by the time he finally notices that there isn't space for a woman in his life next to Jin, Jin and Rina have already been going steady for six months.
Yamapi loses his faith in fate the day he realises he's in love with his best friend, and can't do anything about it.
Rina is happy, more than happy, and Jin, too, smiles even more than before. Jin's being the man Yamapi's always wanted for his little sister - he's steady, reliable, dependable (Everything you're not as a friend, Yamapi had laughed one night when it was just the two of them, and Jin had kicked him off of the sofa), and his eyes shine with adoration every time he looks at her.
Yamapi's too busy not looking closely enough to let his own feelings show that he doesn't see the same sparkle in Jin's eyes for him, too.