45. Wall
Title: Wall
Pairing: YamaJima
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: Wasn't it suppose to be forever?
A/N: In celebration for me getting my singles~ 8D and well, I just had to update on fic per day! 8D
Masterpost
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'Yuto + Ryosuke = L.O.V.E'
A graffiti that was scribbled on the wall years ago. The colour of the paint that was used to write these words were fading, after all those years of rain and sunshine.
It wasn't visible from the main road if people were to drive past. But it was clear enough for those who where using the walk way. Teenage girls would squeal, as those were the names of the idols of Johnny's Entertainment. However, they would only dismiss it as some fans who wrote that.
Little did they know, it was the
Nakajima Yuto and the
Yamada Ryosuke of JUMP that wrote that. All those years back.
Pushing up his sunglasses, he walked through the familiar road. Soft whispers could be heard, as some people had realised his identity. Yamada Ryosuke of Hey! Say! JUMP. Breathing out, he quickened his pace. He needs to get there.
He needs to know that everything that had happened between them for the 3 years were real.
His hand ran through the words that was painted on the wall. It was amazing that there wasn't anyone who came to paint these graffiti away. After all these years. A lone tear rolled down his cheeks, as Ryosuke collapsed onto the floor.
Everything that happened was real. It was too painful to accept all these.
"Let's break up." Yuto's firm voice echoed through his mind, as he leaned against the wall. No one would see him seating on the floor of this ally. The shadow had hid him, not to mention that he was clad in black apparels.
Taking out his key, he stood up and faced the wall. When he turned away to leave, a few more words were carved beside the graffiti.
"Wasn't it suppose to be forever?"
The door of the dressing room opened, revealing a grinning Yuto. "Ohayo~" The rest of the JUMP members had looked up, greeting Yuto back. Yabu and Hikaru was discussing about their variety show, while Daiki and Inoo was snuggling together listening to Daiki's iPod.
Across the room, Takaki was giving Chinen a piggy back. Keito and Ryosuke were tutoring Ryutaro on his recent school work.
"I have something to tell every one today." That had caught everyone's attention. Yuto had pulled someone into their dressing room, and the eyes of the other members had widened. "She's Aya-chan. We're dating."
Almost immediately, all eyes had darted towards Ryosuke's direction. Questioning looks. Looks of disbelieve and sympathy. No one had dared to make a sound, as the tension in the air thickened.
The sound of the chair being pushed back had broke the uncomfortable silence, and Ryosuke made his way towards the pair. The trembling of his body frame was evident. He knew it was coming. However, the shock was too huge for him to cope with it.
As the older boy looked up, Yuto saw the whirlpool of emotions in Ryosuke's eyes.
Anger, shock, betrayed, loneliness, confusion. And lastly, love.
"I wish that both of you would be happy." It does help that he was a professional actor, as all his emotions were masked with his artificial smile he had so often put up. Aya had returned the smile from the bottom of her heart, thanking Ryosuke.
As Ryosuke slowly walked pass Yuto at the door, his voice cracked as he whispered, "Like how we were. I guess there isn't anymore we. It's now you and I." When Yuto turned his head, Ryosuke's back view was fading into the endless corridor.
With his arms being hooked by Aya, both of them walked down the road. A first date. As they were nearing an alley, a certain graffiti was seen clearly. In fact, glaring, to Yuto's eyes. Approaching closer to that alley, he could see the words that was carved in a familiar handwriting. Ryosuke's handwriting.
His heart ached a little, but he managed to cover it with a smile. As he continued to chat with Aya, the words continued to surface at the back of his mind.
"Wasn't it suppose to be forever?"Labels: 100 yamajima scenes challenge, oneshot, yamajima, yaoi