Chapter 3
The novelist had now given a slight smirk as he slowly got up from the couch, bringing his pants back up and zipping them, but leaving the button undone as he began trailing his feet across the old wooden floor, leading himself into his kitchen now. "I…I am..useless..after all…". After the novelist had left the singer at the couch, he had began to cry softly, hearing the refrigerator door open now, followed by the common sound of a top popping on a beer can, he already knew what Yuki was up to. "He…he's just trying to completely forget about..what just..happened…?". The singer had continued to pout softly to himself..trying to not let the novelist hear as a couple of tears began to roll down his cheeks slowly, making him sniffle lightly. As the novelist had slowly stepped back into the living room with the beer can in his hand, still drinking from it, he had looked over to the singer slowly, noticing he was definitely uncomfortable. "Hey…what the hell is wrong with you? Huh? That's what you wanted, right? So why are you crying? Why are you upset over getting something you've been wanting all week? Tch..it's not like it was your first time or something. Grow up.". The novelist had slowly began dragging his feet towards the bathroom now, then grabbed a towel which had been on the rack, above his light switch..now walking back into the living room and tossing it to the singer. "Here…clean yourself up you idiot…".
The singer had slowly looked up with some of the novelist's cum slowly rolling down to his chin, but quickly enough, the towel had landed within his lap and he had proceeded to wipe his face off, ruffling it through his hair as well, to make sure he could get it all out. "In case you have already forgotten YUKI….the reason I've been wanting it all week is because I wanted to wait till the last day we would be together, before our band goes to…America.". As the singer had finished wiping his face clean from the novelist's sticky cum, he had bundled the towel into a ball and set it in the floor, next to his feet. The novelist had slowly sat down next to the singer now, reaching over towards his coffee table now, grabbing his pack of menthol's and lighter. "Hmmmmm…?". His eyes had slowly trailed over towards the singer now as he lightly tapped the bottom of his pack of cigarettes against his open palm, placing one in between his soft pink lips, now bringing his lighter to the end of the cigarette and lighting it..inhaling a puff of nicotine into his lungs as he slowly exhaled the smoke into a thin stream into the air, watching it lift up towards the ceiling..now speaking softly as the cigarette dangled from the corner of his mouth. "You're going to America?".