love me do ♡.

a part of this was kind of cute, but another part of it was just… sad. he didn’t like the fact that his boyfriend was crying ( he never liked seeing that ), but the reason he was crying was pretty silly, so it wasn’t as if doppo was THAT worried about him. he knew it was just the alcohol talking, though if he was this drunk he wondered how hifumi would be feeling tomorrow? horrible, probably. maybe doppo should make him breakfast tomorrow?

with a sigh, the redhead wraps an arm around the blonde’s shoulders, rubbing his back as he sobbed into his jacket. “ yes.. he’s very, very lucky. “ his own response makes him smile a bit. he directs the other out the door and onto the nighttime street, illuminated by streetlights and neon signs flashing multiple different messages. it wasn’t too far of a walk to their apartment, so keeping the other close he started walking. “ don’t worry, hifumi.. you’ll be home soon. “

          hifumi clings to the stranger ,   clutching onto his shirt for balance .   there’s still tears keeping his face wet and the occasional sniff ,   but at least the flow has considerably slowed down .   he simply nods ,   letting himself be guided   ( doppo’s voice rings on the back brain ,   asking how does this man know where you live ,   but it’s quiet and it gets easily lost in the sound of his current emotions )   ---   the touch is comforting ,   it reminds him of doppo ,   who’s probably waiting for him at home .    is he preoccupied ?      doppo has always been the type to overthink and get easily worried .   he desperately fumbles for his phone ,   finding it in one of his coat pockets .   the screen reads 0 messages ,   but still    ...

               ‘     who   the   fuck   is   JIM,     and   why   the   hell   would   i   beat   em   up   ?     ‘     the   man   thinks   to   himself   and   frowns.     he   decides   that   the   best   option   is   to   shrug     (     deep,     deep   down   inside,     he’s   praying   that   he   doesn ’ t   look   too   stupid   to   him     )  

               “     HIFUMIN   ?     right,     right     …     ”     he ’ s   a   bit   hesitant   to   shake   hands,     as   if   he   expects   to   be   swindled   or   something.     his   date ’ s   hand   is   nice   and   soft       ———    it   makes   him   a   bit   self   conscious   about   his   own,     actually.     they ’ re   sweaty   and   gross     (     when   was   the   last   time   he   washed   them   ?     ).     DICE   never   had   the   opportunity   to   indulge   in   nice   products,     other   than   the   times   he   secretly   used   RAMUDA   or   GENTARO ’ s   shampoo   whenever   he   crashed   at   their   houses.      the   blond   wasn ’ t   bad   looking   or   anything.     he ’ s   definitely   on   the   better   half   of   the   people   he   has   met.    

               DICE   shakes   his   head,     and   once   the   menu   is   passed   over   to   his   side   of   the   table,     he   gulps.     as   greedy   as   it   sounds,     part   of   him   hopes   the   other   intends   to   treat   him.     he   doesn ’ t   intend   on   revealing   his   poor   financial   conditions   this   early   on.

               “     uh,     i   dunno.     ”

               he   really   wants   to   punch   himself   in   the   face   right   now.

               the   hell   are   these   desserts   ?     he   squints   at   the   menu.     maybe   he ’ ll   just   pick   the   one   that   looks   the   most   appetizing   according   to   the   sample   pictures.     fingers   instinctively   trail   around   on   the   glossy,     laminated   page   until   it   lands   on   an   image.     it   looks   like   something   a   16   year   old   girl   would   buy   on   a   date,     which   means   it   can’t   be   that   bad.     he   takes   a   deep   breath   before   speaking,     words   masked   with   mock   confidence. 

                “     the   mango   mouse   ?     m   -   mousse     ?

          ‘   yuuup !   ’   finally getting called hifumin by another man makes him grin .    so his date might be a bit weird ,   but this is still salvageable !   he pinches the other man’s arm   ---   they remind him of doppo’s  ,   ‘   seriously tho ,   you really need to start lifting asap .   even i got more muscle than you !   ’   flexing his arm ,   he winks as his biceps pop up   ( and he wouldn’t go as far as calling himself a hunk ) .   

          hifumi’s never been one to hold back or measure his words ,   so once he feels the other’s hand   ( ew ,   sweaty ) ,   he doesn’t hesitate to wipe his own on a paper napkin .   he’ll consider suggesting skincare later .   the host leans forwards on his hands as he waits for dice to order ,   looking at his troubled face ;   is he an indecisive person ,   maybe ?   ‘   they have a pretty big menu ,   don’t they ?    i’ve come here a bunch of times ,   but i think i still haven’t got to try everything ,   ’   he hums .

         ‘   really ?   like ,   for realsies ?   ’   wig !   his head snaps back from where he was looking for his phone through his soon - to - be - discarded pants   ( there’s a handy app for times like this .   it randomizes who will take each role ,   especially helpful when doppo and him can’t decide — ) .    he leans forward on his arms without much finesse ,   palms planted on the mattress and face millimeters away from jakurai’s   ( the hero ,   the martyr ,   the myth ,   the man ,   the legend ) .

“ sounds gross.. though i guess you kind of have to sit through it. it’s not like you can bring a change of clothes.. “ without thinking, he slid the shirt off the blonde’s arms, draping it over his arm to put in the wash later. he could smell the champagne on it, the scent of alcohol strong and imbedded in the cloth. “ it’s pretty bad, yeah. “ he frowned as he looked down at the shirt.

“ huh? “ doppo raised an eyebrow, glancing down at himself before looking back up at the other. “ i already took a bath though.. do i smell? “ now he’s the one sniffing, though he’s pretty sure he smells fine. he looks at hifumi, tilting his head a little with his tongue sticking out almost like a cat blepping.

          ‘   woops ,   ’   he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck right before turning around to rummage through his own closet .   ‘   nope !   ’   as he faces the pile of folded clothes ,   he pulls out some for after his bath ;   a pair of boxers and an old yet expensive shirt ,   both with colorful patterns .   ‘   but you look half dead ,   so i thought some relax time would be nice .   ’   he’s sadly grown accustomed to this doppo :   tired ,   overworked   ---   better than some years ago ,   but still worrying ,   ‘   just let hifumin scrub all those worries away ☆   also a face mask would do wonders on those nasty eyebags ,  ’   hifumi stares at doppo for a second ,   assessing the situation   ---   then pulls another shirt at random ,   tossing it his way .   it’s been decided :   they are taking a bath .

“ sounds.. uncomfortable.. “ part of him wonders if that’s a usual thing at host clubs. he’s never exactly been deep inside one, and he’s only ever dared to go as far as the lobby at hifumi’s host club. the reason being he’s pretty sure some women at the office go to places like that and he’d rather they didn’t start asking him questions he didn’t have answers to. eyes trail down to hifumi’s chest, noting the wet and sticky champagne that was still left over. a hand reaches over towards the other, settling on undoing the buttons that the blonde still hasn’t gotten to since he seemed to be struggling in the midst of his rambling. “ take a bath.. you already smell like champagne usually, but too much makes my nose burn. “

          ‘   i kinda tuned it out at the club   ---   the suit’s magic ,   i guess ?    ---   but once i got out i felt all yuck !   ’   his mouth twists for a second .   hifumi puts his own hands out of the way and allows doppo to take over ,   smiling .   alcohol spills are a common thing ,   with drunk customers and sometimes even drunk hosts too ,   it’s only reasonable to expect some   ---   he even remembers shakily holding bottles when he first started ,   grip unsteady and jumping whenever girls spoke ,   trying his best to pour all the liquid on the glass .   however ,   his clothes usually manage to stay unharmed .

“ is that why you came home with your shirt all wet and smelling like champagne? “