Did you miss hearing my voice so much that you just had to call, Hajime?
{There was a long sigh on the other end, followed by a hopeless scoff.}
—- What does it matter… I wanted to talk to you, not about anything in particular. I want to hold your hand and just be with you. Is that too much to ask?
{His voice had gotten quieter, and he swore to himself he wouldn’t let himself get so worked up. The last thing he wanted was to let Jun hear him upset.}
[ Jun let out a soft hum, seeming to be thinking. ]
No, I suppose not.
But how are we going to talk if we have nothing to talk about?
[ Jun’s voice was hardly above a mumble, now– he didn’t want to upset Hajime again somehow. ]
Did you miss hearing my voice so much that you just had to call, Hajime?
{Hinata audibly groaned over the other end of the line, clearly frustrated or annoyed.}
—- You just can’t stop messing around, can you. Fine, if you don’t want to talk seriously, I’ll go.
{It was unlike him to be this irritable, but honestly he just wanted to tal to Jun for once without being mocked or made fun of. Perhaps he was also in a bad mood, seeing as they hadn’t properly spoken in what had to be nearly a week now.}
[ Jun snickers once or twice under his breath, which the other male would have had to strain his ears to hear.
But, the model’s tone softens as if– concerned and apologetic. That was a surprise. ]