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Yamato was fucked. So very fucked.
“It’s all because of that damn Yuki.” He groaned into his pillow.
Mitsuki doesn’t even look up from the laundry he’s folding. “What did he do this time?”
“Exist.”
“You know that’s not a good reason to be mad at someone.”
“It’s because of him I can’t focus on my work!” Yamato lifted his head up to turn to his friend. “I’m supposed to be memorizing my script for our new movie, and all I can think about is Yuki’s stupid sparkly eyes, his ugly silky-looking hair, his annoyingly perfect body—“
“How is that any of his fault, exactly? Okay, he’s pretty, so what?” The pink-haired male sighed.
The older of the two glared, flailing his arms around dramatically. “He shouldn’t have been born that way!”
Mitsuki snorted, “I don’t think he had a say in how he’d look after he was born.” He sets the now-neat clothes inside his groupmate’s drawer, then turns to get a good look at Yamato. “Sounds to me you’re either jealous of his looks, or you’re crushing on him.”
The green-haired male sputtered, “Like hell I’d ever get jealous of that guy!”
“So you like him?”
“Stop putting words in my mouth!”
Yamato paused for a second when he heard his phone go off, checking it for a moment before groaning once more. “God, his new post isn’t helping my case.” He clicked on it and showed his phone screen to the other. In the photo, Yuki is lounging on a pool table like a model—his silver hair in a loose braid, vest and rolled-up sleeves, one hand resting elegantly on the cue stick, giving a calm and cool look under bar lighting. “So annoying…”
Mitsuki blinked, taking the phone to look at the picture better. “If you hate him so much, why are you following him online? You wouldn’t be getting notifications of his posts if you weren’t following him or getting updated on news about him from fans.”
Before Yamato could come up with an excuse, Mitsuki added, brows furrowed and eyes squinted, “Is this a Yuki fan account that you’re using?”
Yamato’s eyes widened, immediately trying to snatch the phone back from his friend. “No, what the hell are you talking about?!” Mitsuki somehow managed to jump away from the other, instantly rushing out of his room and back to his own. Yamato tried to run after him, but had the door slammed and locked in his face before he could get in.
He started banging on the door with his fist, his face bright red as he yelled. “Mitsu, give my phone back!”
On the other side, you could hear Mitsuki yell. “Oh my god, it is a fan account!”
“Mitsu!”
“You have a lot of posts on here, huh?”
“Mitsu, c’mon!”
Mitsuki hesitated—well, not really—before pressing the home button and clicking on the gallery app. He didn’t stay silent for long, because he soon followed his previous sentence with, “Holy shit, you have a whole album with pictures of him! You’re like a stalker!”
“I am not! Mitsuki, I’m going to break down your door if you don’t give that back now!”
The pink-haired male finally opened the door. Before he could say anything else, Yamato took the phone and stomped off. “Hey, Yamato!” Mitsuki tried to call out to him but was ignored. He watched as the older male exited the building, sighing. “Maybe I went a little far..” he muttered to himself before heading to the kitchen.
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“So.. Mitsuki found out you have a secret fan account for Yuki.”
“Mh..”
“And that you don’t necessarily hate him, but you actually really like him.”
“Yes.”
“He even found your album filled with pictures of him.”
“Yeah.”
“…What exactly urged you to think telling me this would help?”
Yamato sighed heavily, draped over the couch and staring blankly at the ceiling. “You’re Yuki’s work partner; I thought you might understand how I felt. You even told me I could talk to you whenever because ‘that’s what senpais’ do..” Then, with a quieter voice, “Also because I don’t want to talk to anyone else in the dorm about this. It’s embarrassing.”
Momo chuckled softly, reaching over and patting the younger’s shoulder. “I get it. I don’t mind that you came to me, really. Just goes to show how much you trust me!” He smiled. “So, uh, did you need my advice or something? Or did you just wanna vent?”
Yamato turned his head to him. “I wanna get over him.”
“Hm... That’s impossible! This is Yuki we’re talking about. He’s too handsome for anyone to get over!” Momo stated matter-of-factly.
The green-haired male took off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I knew you’d say something like that…”
Momo tilted his head. “Why don’t you just confess to him? Get it off your chest and all.”
“No way. He definitely doesn’t feel the same. He probably just thinks of me as some annoying kid he has to take care of. And then he’d never let me live it down once he finds out I—eugh—have a crush on him.” Yamato shuddered. “Still saying it out loud gives me the chills.”
The older of the two frowned, “How do you know he doesn’t feel the same? He’s literally under the impression you hate even the thought of being in the same vicinity as him.”
Yamato mumbles something incomprehensible, resulting in Momo just looking confused. “Sorry, Yama, what was that?”
He watched Yamato cover his face with one of his couch pillows. “B-Because he likes you.”
Momo’s eyes widened in genuine shock before bursting out laughing. Yamato’s face grew a humiliating shade of red. “It’s not funny, senpai..”
“Sorry, sorry, it’s just—me? You think Yuki likes me?” Momo’s laughter died down after a bit, wiping a single tear from his eye. “What makes you think that?”
“You two literally have that whole married couple bit that you do on television.”
“Yeah, but it’s exactly just that. A bit. It’s not like he and I are actually married.”
“He praises you a lot whenever he’s around us.”
“And he praises you whenever he’s with me.”
That got Yamato’s attention. He sat up. “He does?”
Momo grinned, “Yeah! He talks about his cute little junior aaallll the time~”
Yamato sighed, slumping. “Right. A junior.”
The blue-haired male smiled gently, “C’mon, don’t be so down in the dumps already. Yuki and I are as close as anyone can be, but even we keep secrets from each other sometimes. Who knows, he might have a secret crush on you too. You never really know how a person feels unless you properly communicate with them.”
“Don’t give me false hope, please.”
“Who’s giving whom false hope?”
Yamato’s head snapped towards the front door at the familiar voice, “Oh, hey Yuki!” Momo chirped.
“What are you doing here?” The younger glared.
Yuki didn’t seem fazed at all. “I work with him. Of course I visit from time to time.” He lifted up a little paper bag. “I got snacks.”
“Yay! Thanks, Yuki!” Momo cheered, arms raised.
“You should have told me Yamato would be here; I would’ve bought some beer too.” Yuki pouted a little.
Yamato stood up, phone in hand. “I was on my way out, actually.” He forced a smile for Momo. “Thank you so much for your time, senpai. Sorry to intrude.”
“Wait—” Yamato cut Yuki off with a smile his way as well, bowing respectfully. “Sorry, I have to go. I promised Tamaki I’d buy him some King Pudding. I should buy some before the store closes. I’ll see you on set, senpai.”
Momo waved, “Remember to consider what I said!” Yamato waved in acknowledgement, though not looking back at the two and just heading out the door.
“…But the store doesn’t close for another 5 hours.” Yuki sighed, turning to his partner. “What was that? What were you two talking about while I wasn’t here?”
“That’s a secret~” the blue-haired male snickered. “But he really is cute. I love seeing that side of him.”
“That’s unfair. I want to see Yamato being cute too.”
“You’ll see it soon enough. Assuming Yama actually listens to my advice..”