Mope. Mope, mope, mope. Yuki's eyebrow twitched in slight annoyance at the colorful ooze that was Shuichi slowly melting his way off the sofa and onto the floor. He sighed and walked into the living room with his can of beer, gazing unimpressed at the musically gifted goop for a few moments in silence before finally speaking up.
"You couldn't expect it to stay at the top of the charts forever, could you?"
A pink-haired head lifted from the goop like a periscope and looked at Yuki with the face of a kicked puppy. "But... Yuuuukiiii! That was MY song for you!"
The novelist lifted his hand, pressing his fingers against his forehead as though to ward off a nagging headache. "Just like the last seventeen Number One songs you've had, and we go through this every time. Songs rise, songs fall, new songs take their places. It's the cycle of the business. Stop tying yourself into a pretzel over it."
He didn't even need to look back at the boy, because he was sure, just like the last seventeen times, at this point Shuichi had come out of his goop and twisted himself to look not far from a living version of the salty snack, writhing and agonizing over a simple fact of life for a rock star.
He took it so personally...
Yuki sighed again and set down the can on the coffee table. Here he went, for the eighteenth time, for the magic trick that managed to cheer him up until the next hit song fell from #1, and they'd get to do it all. over. again. He supposed this was what it meant to be in love, when despite the nuisances and absurdity of your lover's shortcomings, you couldn't help yourself: you just had to do something to cheer him up, and put the smile back on his shining face.
He sat down on the couch beside Shuichi and cupped the boy's face between his hands, wiping the tears away with his thumb. He leaned in, brushing his nose over a round cheek as he placed his mouth by Shuichi's ear and whispered, letting his warm breath wash over skin.
"You'll always be Number One with me..."