Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
TaiYama week 2018
Day 10: Scary stories
Warnings: Scary stories (no, I'm kidding, there's nothing scary in this), swearing
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It had been years since Yamato had last dated someone. It wasn't that he hadn't been looking for someone, but gays were hard to come by in Japan and the first impression he usually gave tended to be rude.
He was grateful the rudeness hadn't deterred Taichi.
Dating Taichi was nice.
Taichi was nice.
Yamato was jolted out of his thoughts at the knock on his door. It had been a quiet and relaxing day, what with Taichi having gone to his parents' place.
Glancing at the clock as he stood, Yamato realised that it was about time for Taichi to be back.
"Hey," Taichi greeted as the door opened.
"Hi," Yamato replied, opening the door further to let Taichi in.
Taichi entered with a playful gleam in his eyes. "What? No slamming the door in my face again?"
Yamato just rolled his eyes and led the way to the living room. He sat on the couch, looking up at Taichi. "How was the trip?"
Taichi flopped down on the couch, legs landing on Yamato's lap. He propped his arms behind his head. "Tiring. My mum kept badgering me about why I didn't bring you with me."
Yamato petted Taichi's shins. "Do you want a drink or something?"
"Don't change the subject," Taichi teased.
"I'm not," Yamato huffed, lifting Taichi's legs and sliding out from under them. "I was just asking if you wanted a drink after your tiring trip."
"Sure, thanks."
Yamato walked into the kitchen.
"I told her I'd bring you the next time," Taichi called out, still sprawled on the couch. "She told me to make 'next time' next weekend."
"Not happening," Yamato announced as he walked back in with the drink.
"Thanks." Taichi sat up properly to take a sip. "Would it really be that bad to meet my parents? I swear they're nice."
"I'm sure they are, but I'm just…" Yamato sat down, staring at his lap.
"Nervous?"
"Yeah." Yamato shrugged half-heartedly.
Taichi leaned towards Yamato. "Don't think about it as meeting my parents. Think about it as meeting new friends."
Yamato burst out laughing. "Right." He snorted. "My boyfriend's parents will be my new best friends."
Taichi froze, staring at Yamato.
Wide-eyed, Yamato quickly scanned his words. Oh shit.
The men stared at each other for a few seconds. Yamato was growing paler by the second, whilst Taichi's mouth was turning up at the edges, eventually turning into an outright grin.
"Boyfriend, huh?"
"Well, I mean… I don—do you want to be?" Yamato hedged.
Taichi sat back, blinking.
Had Yamato really had the balls to ask that?
Based on the degree of redness on the blond's face, yes he had.
Grinning, Taichi leaned forward to kiss Yamato on the lips. "I'd love to officially be your boyfriend. Given that I can call you my boyfriend, too."
Yamato nodded, his face retuning to its usual paleness.
"Great." Taichi grinned, then slapped a hand on his thigh. "We should celebrate this milestone with dinner and an amazing horror film." Taichi's eyes were alight with excitement. "Like I promised, I brought the rest of my movie collection here and I have so many horror films. Have you seen 'Sixth sense?'"
Yamato's face had gone beyond its usual paleness.
"What?"
"I don't like horror movies," Yamato mumbled.
Taichi sat there, blinking at his boyfriend. Yamato fidgeted with his hands and stared at anything that wasn't Taichi.
Taichi set his drink onto the coffee table and took Yamato's hands into his. Taichi looked Yamato dead in the eye.
"You can always spend the entire film snuggled up to my side, if you want."
Yamato burst out laughing again and pulled his hands out of Taichi's grip. "Thanks, but did you happen to bring anything less scary."
"Nope."
Yamato narrowed his eyes at Taichi in suspicion. "Are you sure?"
"Yep."
"Snuggling it is, then," Yamato relented with a sigh.