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It’s New Year's Eve. 11:00 pm, only an hour before the new year.
Chuuya swirled the wine around his glass, gazing blankly at the second hand tick towards the 12 as another went by.
He didn’t remember how he got into this situation. He only remembered being given a week off by Mori who told him to enjoy it and then Chuuya walked out of the room with no desire wanting anything to celebrate.
Now he was drunk.
He lifted the glass to his lips and took a long sip and finished his… 2nd? Or was it his 3rd? No, probably 4th glass now… He hadn’t finished a bottle yet, quite a good French brand as well.
Chuuya never found New Year’s interesting, it was just another year to protect Yokohama. There wasn’t much to it. Every day felt the same to him. Why should he celebrate?
His eyes shift over to his phone, lighting up with a new message.
It’s probably the others…
Chuuya rejected Tachihara’s request to join them for New Year. He didn’t want him to affect the party, he would probably drink through it and pass out. Of course, his friends and co-workers didn’t exactly make it easy for him to decline but they understood after explaining.
Not that they were content with the results but they left him alone for the rest of the day.
He picked up his phone and scrolled through their group chat and saw the many smiles on their faces. He felt slightly irked, a feeling of regret rushing through his head.
Tachihara: Hope you have a Happy New Year Chuuya-san!!
He smiled, seeing more messages popping up.
Gin: we saved some cake for you chuuya-san!
Higuchi: u shouldve come chuuya-san!! The food is so good!!!
Tachihara: you only like it because Akutagawa cooked it!! i helped out and you denied to say it was good!!!
Higuchi: the dishes akutagawa-senpai were better
Tachihara: WTF??? HE LITERALLY JUST CHOPPED THE VEGETABLES WITH HIS RASHOMON???
Chuuya chuckled to himself.
Maybe I should come over next year…
He quickly decided to reply to them.
Chuuya: im gald u guys are havin fun
It only took a few seconds for a response from Tachihara.
Tachihara: u drunk?
Chuuya: no
Gin: that’s a yes.
Chuuya: sstffu
Kaiji: really drunk
He swiped away from their group chat and let them go on from there. He wasn’t bothered to convince them anymore (not like they were wrong). Then the next thing he knew, his thumb found itself on a certain someone’s number.
He looked at it for a while, something urging him to do it.
Should I call him?
Chuuya frowned. It’s not like he’s celebrating either…
- - -
“Eat some more, Dos-kun!! There’s plenty of food left!”
Nikolai moved some more food over to Fyodor as he wiped his mouth with a tissue.
“I’m full, thank you, Kolya.”
He pouted, “Awww!! Do you know how many places I had to go to get this food?”
Sigma, who unfortunately didn’t know how to say no to Nikolai’s ‘kindness’, was extremely full. “You went to nearly every household in Yokohama and used your ability to steal their food, Nikolai,” he replied.
Nikolai smiled and turned to Sigma, “I’m glad you noticed my hard work, Sigma-kun!”
“That’s not what I meant—”
“You definitely mean that! I really do appreciate your kindness!” He exclaimed, hugging him close to him while Fyodor watched them, quietly sipping on his glass of wine.
Now that I think about it…
He moved the wine glass away from his lips and stared at the wine, reminding him of a certain redhead mafioso.
I wonder how solnyshko is doing. He must be celebrating with his friends.
Out of coincidence, Fyodor felt his phone suddenly start to vibrate in his pocket. He pushed back from his seat and stood up, interrupting the cuddling session between Nikolai and Sigma.
Nikolai was the first one to ask, “Eh? Where are you going, Dos-kun?”
“I’m going to go outside for a bit. Don’t wait for me,” he replied, opening the door.
“But Dos-kun, the countdown—!” Fyodor closed the door behind him before Nikolai could say anything else and walked out into a small alleyway, picking up the phone call.
The caller’s name already made him smile a little.
“Good evening, solnyshko. How is your New Year’s?”
He heard a quiet groan from the other side of the phone, “Chuuya?”
“M…hm…”
Fyodor wasn’t too surprised to find Chuuya calling him in a drunken state.
“You…” he heard him mutter.
“Yes?”
“Are you busy?” Chuuya asked softly with a hiccup.
Fyodor hummed and put one of his hands in his pocket. The cool breeze brushed past his dark strands of hair. “I’m enjoying dinner with Kolya and Sigma-kun.”
“Oh… I see…”
He noticed the hint of disappointment in his voice but brushed it off for a bit.
“How about you? Are you spending time with anyone?”
Fyodor could imagine Chuuya shaking his head, “No… I’m drinking… by myself…”
He raised a brow, “I thought you were going to spend it with your Mafia friends?”
“I… I didn’t think about it.”
“Are you sure that was it?” Fyodor asked.
There was a long pause.
“Solnysh—?”
“I was hoping you…” Chuuya hiccuped. “You were gonna be free but you’re already…spendin’ time with someone else. So.. it doesn't matter anymore,” he interjected, exhaling a deep breath over the phone.
Fyodor pressed his lips together into a smile, “You should’ve just told me, I’ll always make time for you, Chuuya.”
“—come then, idiot…” Chuuya murmured, even though Fyodor wasn’t able to pick up the words he said before.
But he didn’t have to tell him twice.
Fyodor pushed off the wall he was leaning against and stepped into the busy streets of Yokohama. It was a nice night, he should’ve made some plans with Chuuya if he knew that he wouldn’t be doing anything during New Year’s.
Still on the call with Chuuya, he heard Chuuya call out to him, “Fedya…”
“Hm, yes?”
“I hate you… don’t you fucking dare come over here…”
They were lies, Fyodor knew. He always found Chuuya being drunk was a cute side of him. He wasn’t going to leave him, not after telling him to come to his place.
“Oh? If I remember correctly, wasn’t it you who asked me to come?”
“I said… no such thing…” Chuuya said before changing into, “how long until you get here?”
Fyodor smiled, “I’ll be there soon, give me a few minutes, solnyshko.”
“Don’t… take too long… dumb rat…” he said.
With that, the call ended but a new caller started soon after he finished his call with Chuuya. Fyodor answered the call, making sure the phone was a fair distance away from his ear.
“Hello?”
“Dos-kun!! Where are you?? There are only 20 minutes left!! Are you joining the countdown with Sigma and me?!” Nikolai shouted over the phone; the very reason why Fyodor doesn’t put his phone against his ear when the caller’s Nikolai out of all people.
“I did tell you not to wait for me, something else came up. There’s no need to wait for me, I will be spending it with someone else,” Fyodor explained.
“Seriously~?”
He frowned, “I’m not changing my mind, Kolya.”
“Hmm, fine~! Suit yourself.”
The call ended.
He shoved his phone back inside his pocket and looked up at the apartment building Chuuya lived in, even if with his bad sense of direction, Chuuya’s apartment had been the easiest to remember.
Went up to the highest floor and navigated around the rooms to find Chuuya’s door. He found it after 2 minutes of searching around, he knocked on the door.
No response.
Has he already passed out?
He twisted the door handle, realising the door was left unlocked. He opened the door and sighed, “Solnyshko, it’s not safe to leave your door unlocked like this…”
Chuuya’s apartment was completely dark. The only thing providing light was the balcony windows that shone over Chuuya’s drunk body on the couch with an unfinished glass on the coffee table and wine spilt over the table from the bottle.
He called out to him, “Chuuya?”
Thankfully, he was still conscious and half-asleep. He rubbed his eyes, “What are you doing here…?”
“You called me here?” Fyodor approached the drunk mafioso.
“I did..? Since when?”
He looked over to the wine bottle and the glass of wine, “A while ago. How much wine did you drink?”
“Does…n’t matter…” the redhead replied back, slowly trying to get up.
Fyodor decided to leave the lights off for Chuuya’s sake and sat down beside him on the couch.
“Now that I’m here, have you eaten, Chuuya?”
He grumbled, “Yeah, course I fucking have.”
Fyodor didn’t need to second guess himself when claiming, “You haven’t.”
“Fuck off. No one asked.”
“I asked, solnyshko.”
Chuuya buried his face in one of the cushions and muffled a loud groan, “I swear to Arahabaki, I remember asking for a decent human being but this annoying rat is what I get in return?”
“You were the one who called me, Chuuya.”
A sudden idea sparked in the executive’s head, causing him to distance himself away from Fyodor for no reason.
He darted a glare over to him, “You’re not Fedya.”
“Oh? Why do you come to that conclusion?” Fyodor asked, more intrigued to hear what Chuuya’s reasoning was.
“Fedya would call me ‘solnyshko’, you’re not Fedya. Who the fuck are you?”
A grin slowly creeps onto his lips. This was his first time witnessing Chuuya admitting he liked calling him that.
“Do you like it when I call you that, solnyshko?”
“Where’s Fedya, bastard! You’re an imposter. Where did you take him?” He asked with a cold stare which the other couldn’t take seriously.
It was far too cute to find it seriously more so trying to hold in his laughter was a challenge.
Fyodor brushed his hand over his ginger hair. “Solnyshko, why would you think I’m an imposter?”
Chuuya hiccuped once again, shuffling closer to him and rubbing his cheek on his thigh. He found Fyodor playing with his hair comforting in a way. “You just are. Don’t deny it.”
His stare darkened.
“Oh? So if this wasn’t me you would do this to them? I don’t think I like this.”
“Shut up, you possessive bastard.”
He punched his chest and leaned into Fyodor’s touch, “I was just kidding, you idiot…” as he started to drift off to sleep or at least try to.
The Russian’s deep purple eyes glanced over to the clock and the second hand hit the 12 again.
11:55.
“Why don’t we go outside, solnyshko? There are 5 minutes left, we’ll be late for the countdown.”
Chuuya waved his hand dismissively, “Screw the countdown, it doesn’t matter. Nothing changes.”
“But you’ve never spent New Year's with someone have you?”
He glared at Fyodor, “How do you know that?”
“Don’t worry about the details,” he said while grabbing his arm and pulling him up, “come on let’s go on the balcony. We can get a good view from there.”
“But I don’t wanna… let me at least finish this glass.”
His hand intercepted his when he tried to reach for the glass.
“No. You've had plenty to drink.”
Chuuya cutely pouted at him, “Fedyaaaa… you’re so stupid, I hate you so much. Why can’t you fucking leave me alone.”
“Yes, yes, now let's go outside.”
Fyodor helped Chuuya get outside onto the balcony and sat him down by one of the chairs.
He went back inside and made sure to empty that glass of wine and put the unfinished bottle away and out of Chuuya’s sight. No more drinking for the rest of the night.
One more glance at the clock.
11:59.
He stepped outside, sliding the door shut.
48… 47… 46…
Chuuya turned behind him and met eyes with Fyodor, a little sobered up now, “Where did you go…?”
“I was just checking something.”
30… 29… 28…
Fyodor sat himself down beside him, pulling closer while looking up at the night sky, “It’s pretty isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it is but why are we here?” Chuuya asked, a little confused.
19… 18… 17…
“Have you not seen the fireworks?”
“There’s fireworks?”
He smiled and thumbed Chuuya’s cheek. “They do it every year. Don’t tell me you pass out before it even happens, solnyshko?”
10… 9… 8…
His cheeks reddened but were unseeable from the darkness as he broke eye contact with him to find his cheeks. “Shut the fuck up. So what if I did?”
Fyodor chuckled but died down quickly.
“Solnyshko.”
5… 4…
“What now, bastard?” Chuuya frowned and turned back to look at him.
3.
Fyodor cupped his cheek and leaned closer to his lips.
Chuuya stared at him, oblivious to what he was doing and didn’t back away or anything.
2.
“What are you—”
1.
Chuuya was pulled in, his lips connecting with another pair of lips.
0.
Strings of light rushed up into the sky, bursting and splitting off into many with an array of many different colours glowing through the starry night.
Chuuya’s eyes were wide while being kissed softly by Fyodor. His hands were held close by his hands and the slow cold breeze blowing past them became nothing to him.
Fyodor pulled away first, mesmerised by the best firework of all sitting beside him. He brushed his thumb across his bottom lip, finding Chuuya’s shocked face a sight to see.
Their foreheads touched each other and the faint smell of wine as they breathed.
“Happy New Year, solnyshko.”
Chuuya was caught off guard; he couldn't process those words. It took a few seconds to regain his thoughts and share his smile.
“Happy New Year, Fedya.”
They pulled away to watch the fireworks together, held in each other’s embrace.
Fyodor didn’t like celebrating New Year’s either, it seemed rather trivial to him but there was something about fireworks that was nice.
He turned over to look over at Chuuya, noticing how quiet he had gotten.
“Chuuya—”
His words drifted off like the wind, realising Chuuya had already fallen asleep after just watching the fireworks for only a few minutes.
Fyodor laughed quietly to himself and pulled him closer. He rested Chuuya’s head against his shoulder as he placed his head on top. He intertwined their fingers and continued to watch the fireworks display.
“Ya lyublyu tebya, Chuuya.”