@digiyamatoâ // cont. from (here)
Yamato wasnât expecting his phone to beep so it caught him off guard. He arched an eyebrow as he pulled out his phone. His eyes widened and his entire face flushed. Was this intentional? Yeahâ This was very much intentional as was the explicit content he was looking at on his phone. His heart started pounding out of his chest as he got up. He excused himself, from his band meeting and left the building. His eyes never left that text or that photoâ What did this mean? Should he actually send something back?? The more he thought about it â the more his face turned red. âIdiotâŚâ
What should he do now? Should he do anything? Should he send something back? There were so many things going through his mind. The moment he finally got home, he realized no one was hereâ good. He text Taichi back with only two words.
[ â â ]Â Â Â Once he had sent the picture, Taichi pulled on some light clothes - something easy to get out of. Fluffing his hair with his fingers he heard his cell chime - Yamato had sent something back. Checking the phone he smirked, grabbing his bag and chucking his phone inside before heading out the door and down the stairs.
[ â â ]Â Â Â Upon getting to Yamatoâs complex, he hurried up the stairs and knocked on the door. He was sure he could just come in but wanted to be polite and knock. The tank-top he had on was stretched over his thin yet muscled frame, the slightly baggy jeans already hiding something he had been carrying ever since he had sent the text...