Blueprint (Ongoing) Chapter 2
Title: Blueprint (ongoing)
Author: novemberbaby86
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, angst
Summary: Love does not need a plan. But real life does. And when real life gets in the love of these two…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or companies mentioned in this fic.
Author’s Note: Here’s another chapter full of misery.
Prologue | Chapter 1
Chapter 2: Pieces
She wakes up in the middle of the night and finds her mother sleeping next to her. She feels guilty as she knows her mother has been taking care of her and handling the phone calls. She kisses her mother’s cheek and climbs out of bed quietly to the living room where she sits under the window once again. Her cream-colored, frilly nightgown covers her legs, keeping her warm as the night breeze enters above her.
As her eyes wander around the room, stopping at various places, she heaves a sigh. “This is the place where it all ended, isn’t it?” she says, softly. After a short moment of contemplation, she rises from the cold floor and walks over to the kitchen where the events leading to the breakup had started.
She pulls out a stool from underneath the high kitchen table and sits down.
The doorbell rings. Frowning, she looks at the clock. It’s only nine-thirty and he said he was coming back at eleven. She walks over to the entrance door and asks, “Who is it?”
“Inoue-san? It’s Aragaki. Aragaki Yui.” A soft, sweet voice answers.
Her frown dissipates as she recognizes the voice of her boyfriend’s co-star. She opens the door with a tiny smile. Standing in front of her is a fellow professional actress dressed in a cute pink spring dress and holding a tiny bag. “Aragaki-san, good evening,” she says, as politely as she can, for she has no idea why she’s here at this time. “Come in,” she motions her to step into the apartment.
“Thank you. I’m very sorry for intruding,” Yui replies as she steps into the entryway. “I just came to give this back to Jun-kun.” She hands her the bag that she was holding.
Confusion flashes across Mao’s face but she takes it nonetheless.
Yui reads Mao’s expression and smiles. “It’s his. He left it at my place yesterday and I didn’t see him today so I thought I’d bring it over.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll make sure he gets it back,” Mao says with a tightlipped smile.
Yui bows. “Thank you. I should get going now. Good night.”
Mao accompanies her guest out and once Yui is out of her sight, she looks at the bag in her hands. She’s very tempted to look inside, but decides not to since it’s none of her business. She sets the bag on the kitchen table and returns to her task of decorating cookies. The heart-shaped treats are now smothered in pink frost and she grins blissfully as she uses white icing to make his initials. She then walks over to a cupboard and takes out a cookie jar she had bought especially for this batch. In about twenty minutes, her batch of MJ cookies would be piled inside this cute, penguin shaped jar. She places it next to Aragaki Yui’s white bag.
She looks at the end of the kitchen table where the jar once stood. Tears form her in her eyes as she turns around and finds the broken ceramic pieces in the trash. She kneels in front of the small trash can and wants to pick up the pieces but she stops.
“What are you doing?”
She whirls around, hands shaking in fear. Looking up at him, she tries to find the truth in his eyes, but instead, she sees nothing.
He approaches her but she backs away immediately.
“Mao-chan, what’s wrong? What were you doing with the trash?” he asks, concerned.
He takes a step closer to her when she doesn’t answer, but she moves away again, this time, knocking the cookie jar over.
At once, the penguin jar is shattered into tiny pieces and its loudness causes Mao to gasp. The cookies she’d made fall on top of the broken pieces. She kneels down to pick up the cookies and broken pieces.
“Don’t use your hands!” he says, exasperated.
But it’s too late. She cuts her finger accidentally and blood comes flowing like a river.
He crouches down to grab her finger, but she pushes his hand away.
Shocked, he watches as she turns her back to him and sucks her blood silently. Unbeknownst to him, tears are falling from her face, but she tells herself to calm down.
“Mao-chan,” he says, softly. “What’s wrong?”
Silence.
Frustrated, he turns her towards him, and his level of shock goes up a few notches. “If I’ve done something wrong, tell me,” he demands as he wipes her tears away. “I love you and I don’t want to see you like this.”
She sucks in the rest of her tears and forces a smile. “Nothing’s wrong. It just hurts,” she replies, showing him the wounded finger. “It hurts, Jun-kun,” she says, in a child’s voice, shakily.
“Let’s put some alcohol and bandage it,” he says, patting her head.
“Un.”
But inside her mind, everything is tumbling, and not even a box of bandages could help her.
She remembers exactly what she had seen that night. It would be the first of many things that would lead them to separate.
~~
It’s 3:29 in the morning and he doesn’t care if he’s due for filming in about three hours. He just can’t close his eyes without seeing her smile behind his lids. He sighs as he turns in bed and thinks of Shun’s words. Maybe he should find her. Maybe he should tell her that he still loves her. But he’s afraid that she doesn’t love him back.
He tosses to the other side of the bed and slaps his hand across his eyes. He knows he can’t sleep so why bother. So he sits up in bed and grabs his phone off his nightstand. He flips it open and presses her speed dial number. He’s about to call her.
“Mao-chan,” he says. “What do you mean you can’t take it anymore? Take what?”
He hears a sniffle. “I saw the note, Jun,” she says in a quivering voice.
He frowns and presses the phone to his ear tightly. “What note?”
“Remember the night when I knocked over the cookie jar? You saw me crouching over the trash, didn’t you?”
“Yeah?”
“Before you came home, Aragaki-san had dropped by and left you a bag. When I was putting the cookies into the jar, some crumbs had fallen into it. So I took the bag over to the trash can and tried my best not to let the contents drop. A note slipped out of the bag and I picked it up, ready to put it back inside when I saw what she’d written.”
He grip around the phone tightens. And so does his chest. “It doesn’t mean anything,” he says, quickly.
“So you know about the note, don’t you?” she questions, letting out another sniffle.
“Can’t we talk about this in person?”
“The thing is, Jun-kun, I don’t want to see you,” she answers. “The very thought of you…and her…makes me…”
“I’m not cheating on you,” he says. For the first time in years, he’s feeling afraid that he’ll lose her. “Let me explain the situation. I was-”
“Have you seen the photos?” she cuts him off, coldly.
“What photos?”
“Of course you haven’t,” she says, more to herself than to him. “Let’s end this conversation, Jun-kun. You should call your group mates as they’re probably looking for you.”
“No. We’re not hanging up until you explain to me what you’re talking about,” he demands, ready to tear his hair out.
“Call them and ask.” With that she hangs up on him.
The photos.
He hardly makes mistakes. And the one time he does, some stupid tabloid reporter gets concrete evidence. As if that’s not enough, the reporter had some nerve, sending those photos off to his girlfriend and his company.
He tosses his phone aside, unable to call her now that he’s thinking about The Mistake. He cusses under his breath and has the sudden urge to find that scumbag of a reporter. Beat the living hell out of him.
But deep down, he knows that it’s not the right thing to do.
In fact, he doesn’t know what to do anymore.
Preview of the next chapter:
“So you’re going to throw away three years of us? Like none of it mattered at all?”
“Did any of it matter to you when you went to the hotel with her that night?”
You can figure out who said what. xD
Author: novemberbaby86
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, angst
Summary: Love does not need a plan. But real life does. And when real life gets in the love of these two…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or companies mentioned in this fic.
Author’s Note: Here’s another chapter full of misery.
Prologue | Chapter 1
Chapter 2: Pieces
She wakes up in the middle of the night and finds her mother sleeping next to her. She feels guilty as she knows her mother has been taking care of her and handling the phone calls. She kisses her mother’s cheek and climbs out of bed quietly to the living room where she sits under the window once again. Her cream-colored, frilly nightgown covers her legs, keeping her warm as the night breeze enters above her.
As her eyes wander around the room, stopping at various places, she heaves a sigh. “This is the place where it all ended, isn’t it?” she says, softly. After a short moment of contemplation, she rises from the cold floor and walks over to the kitchen where the events leading to the breakup had started.
She pulls out a stool from underneath the high kitchen table and sits down.
The doorbell rings. Frowning, she looks at the clock. It’s only nine-thirty and he said he was coming back at eleven. She walks over to the entrance door and asks, “Who is it?”
“Inoue-san? It’s Aragaki. Aragaki Yui.” A soft, sweet voice answers.
Her frown dissipates as she recognizes the voice of her boyfriend’s co-star. She opens the door with a tiny smile. Standing in front of her is a fellow professional actress dressed in a cute pink spring dress and holding a tiny bag. “Aragaki-san, good evening,” she says, as politely as she can, for she has no idea why she’s here at this time. “Come in,” she motions her to step into the apartment.
“Thank you. I’m very sorry for intruding,” Yui replies as she steps into the entryway. “I just came to give this back to Jun-kun.” She hands her the bag that she was holding.
Confusion flashes across Mao’s face but she takes it nonetheless.
Yui reads Mao’s expression and smiles. “It’s his. He left it at my place yesterday and I didn’t see him today so I thought I’d bring it over.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll make sure he gets it back,” Mao says with a tightlipped smile.
Yui bows. “Thank you. I should get going now. Good night.”
Mao accompanies her guest out and once Yui is out of her sight, she looks at the bag in her hands. She’s very tempted to look inside, but decides not to since it’s none of her business. She sets the bag on the kitchen table and returns to her task of decorating cookies. The heart-shaped treats are now smothered in pink frost and she grins blissfully as she uses white icing to make his initials. She then walks over to a cupboard and takes out a cookie jar she had bought especially for this batch. In about twenty minutes, her batch of MJ cookies would be piled inside this cute, penguin shaped jar. She places it next to Aragaki Yui’s white bag.
She looks at the end of the kitchen table where the jar once stood. Tears form her in her eyes as she turns around and finds the broken ceramic pieces in the trash. She kneels in front of the small trash can and wants to pick up the pieces but she stops.
“What are you doing?”
She whirls around, hands shaking in fear. Looking up at him, she tries to find the truth in his eyes, but instead, she sees nothing.
He approaches her but she backs away immediately.
“Mao-chan, what’s wrong? What were you doing with the trash?” he asks, concerned.
He takes a step closer to her when she doesn’t answer, but she moves away again, this time, knocking the cookie jar over.
At once, the penguin jar is shattered into tiny pieces and its loudness causes Mao to gasp. The cookies she’d made fall on top of the broken pieces. She kneels down to pick up the cookies and broken pieces.
“Don’t use your hands!” he says, exasperated.
But it’s too late. She cuts her finger accidentally and blood comes flowing like a river.
He crouches down to grab her finger, but she pushes his hand away.
Shocked, he watches as she turns her back to him and sucks her blood silently. Unbeknownst to him, tears are falling from her face, but she tells herself to calm down.
“Mao-chan,” he says, softly. “What’s wrong?”
Silence.
Frustrated, he turns her towards him, and his level of shock goes up a few notches. “If I’ve done something wrong, tell me,” he demands as he wipes her tears away. “I love you and I don’t want to see you like this.”
She sucks in the rest of her tears and forces a smile. “Nothing’s wrong. It just hurts,” she replies, showing him the wounded finger. “It hurts, Jun-kun,” she says, in a child’s voice, shakily.
“Let’s put some alcohol and bandage it,” he says, patting her head.
“Un.”
But inside her mind, everything is tumbling, and not even a box of bandages could help her.
She remembers exactly what she had seen that night. It would be the first of many things that would lead them to separate.
~~
It’s 3:29 in the morning and he doesn’t care if he’s due for filming in about three hours. He just can’t close his eyes without seeing her smile behind his lids. He sighs as he turns in bed and thinks of Shun’s words. Maybe he should find her. Maybe he should tell her that he still loves her. But he’s afraid that she doesn’t love him back.
He tosses to the other side of the bed and slaps his hand across his eyes. He knows he can’t sleep so why bother. So he sits up in bed and grabs his phone off his nightstand. He flips it open and presses her speed dial number. He’s about to call her.
“Mao-chan,” he says. “What do you mean you can’t take it anymore? Take what?”
He hears a sniffle. “I saw the note, Jun,” she says in a quivering voice.
He frowns and presses the phone to his ear tightly. “What note?”
“Remember the night when I knocked over the cookie jar? You saw me crouching over the trash, didn’t you?”
“Yeah?”
“Before you came home, Aragaki-san had dropped by and left you a bag. When I was putting the cookies into the jar, some crumbs had fallen into it. So I took the bag over to the trash can and tried my best not to let the contents drop. A note slipped out of the bag and I picked it up, ready to put it back inside when I saw what she’d written.”
He grip around the phone tightens. And so does his chest. “It doesn’t mean anything,” he says, quickly.
“So you know about the note, don’t you?” she questions, letting out another sniffle.
“Can’t we talk about this in person?”
“The thing is, Jun-kun, I don’t want to see you,” she answers. “The very thought of you…and her…makes me…”
“I’m not cheating on you,” he says. For the first time in years, he’s feeling afraid that he’ll lose her. “Let me explain the situation. I was-”
“Have you seen the photos?” she cuts him off, coldly.
“What photos?”
“Of course you haven’t,” she says, more to herself than to him. “Let’s end this conversation, Jun-kun. You should call your group mates as they’re probably looking for you.”
“No. We’re not hanging up until you explain to me what you’re talking about,” he demands, ready to tear his hair out.
“Call them and ask.” With that she hangs up on him.
The photos.
He hardly makes mistakes. And the one time he does, some stupid tabloid reporter gets concrete evidence. As if that’s not enough, the reporter had some nerve, sending those photos off to his girlfriend and his company.
He tosses his phone aside, unable to call her now that he’s thinking about The Mistake. He cusses under his breath and has the sudden urge to find that scumbag of a reporter. Beat the living hell out of him.
But deep down, he knows that it’s not the right thing to do.
In fact, he doesn’t know what to do anymore.
Preview of the next chapter:
“So you’re going to throw away three years of us? Like none of it mattered at all?”
“Did any of it matter to you when you went to the hotel with her that night?”
You can figure out who said what. xD