You are beautiful [one-shot]
Title: You are beautiful
Author: yoshi09
Genre: Alternative Universe/FLUFF (?)
Rated: G
Disclaimer: Inoue Mao and Matsumoto Jun love each other. I just like to write about it.
Summary: “My life is brilliant. My love is pure. I saw an angel. Of that I'm sure.”
Author’s note: This idea has been nagging at me for the longest of time. We also don’t have as many AU fics on ebisu_midnights … so… here we go. I hope you all enjoy it. Dedicated to misswoodihut because she needed fluff (although, this is kinda sad-ish fluff?).
Inspired by this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztc4V3ttlso “You’re Beautiful” by James Blunt.
Matsumoto Jun in normal circumstances didn’t do public transportation. For one, he had a certain aversion to large crowds- there was something about the constant jostling of bodies in a bus or subway that gave the illusion of suffocation. Like drowning in a mass of people.
Secondly, he was fairly popular. Popular, as in his more dedicated of fans had a reputation of collecting the most restraining orders in Japan. Popular, as in he no longer remembered what it felt like to walk in the streets without girls screaming his name, reporters asking him to confirm rumors, and flashes of cameras popping all around him. He was an elite of Johnny’s Entertainment, a god amongst mortals in the entertainment industry of Asia.
But in New York City, he was human. In New York City, a city notorious for noise pollution, gangs, and skyrocketing crime rates… he found blissful silence.
No one knew his name, and if he was lucky, few would recognize his face.
Jun had flown in from Tokyo a week earlier to film a movie on location and only now found the opportunity to sneak out of the hotel and into the bustling trade capital of America.
For the first time in a long time he was free. And today, only today, would he make an exception to his phobia of crowds in transit.
His subway ticket slipped out of the machine and he pushed past a couple waiting behind him, murmuring a softly accented “Excuse me” as he did so. He pursed his lips as his eyes perused the unfamiliar jumbled characters of the English language and hoped that the subway he was getting on led to his destination.
He found a seat, surprisingly enough, two rows behind the opened door. The subway wasn’t as crowded as he expected. With a smile he leaned over and picked up a stray newspaper discarded on the open seat next to him. Jun couldn’t read English, much less understand anything in it, but he, like all actors, read pictures. The pictures always spoke a thousand words, and for the most part, they were universal.
Jun heard the doors slide close and with an unfamiliar jerk, the subway starting to move. He diverted his attention to the various billboards out the window.
By the third subway stop the subway had become overwhelmingly crowded. People were standing in the isles, so close that the businessman’s legs in front of Jun kept bumping into his knees. The man sitting to Jun’s left was coughing every other second, and the woman to his right didn’t seem to notice her baby had been crying nonstop since she had got on two stops ago. Jun decided that the next subway stop, whether it was the right one or not for him, would be the stop he would get off at. The subway started screeching to a halt much to Jun’s relief, and several people had already started getting up to head to the doors.
The subway stopped and the doors slid open, and people slipped quickly out as others shuffled in. Jun was about to get up and join the crowd of departing passengers when he spotted an elderly woman hobbling on board and decided to keep his seat a moment longer to save it for her. When she was close enough Jun got up to offer her his seat. She smiled, said “Thank you,” and Jun weaved his way towards the subway doors, realizing that he may have waited one moment too long as the doors started to beep their warning of closing in a few seconds.
Jun was right in front of the double doors and about to slip through the closing subway exit when two people ran in before he could get out, effectively trapping Jun in the subway for a stop longer, and putting him face to face with the laughing, out of breath pair.
Jun’s eyebrows knit together in frustration, but he told himself to let it go- he could last a few minutes longer in the too-hot subway.
He glanced at the two that had unintentionally imprisoned him- but his eyes never made it further than the small woman in front of him.
His breath caught.
Their eyes met.
Ethereal.
Beautiful.
She smiled at him, a brief moment where sunsets, sunrises, waterfalls, and peace must get their inspiration from. A smile that was the driving force behind the hand of Shakespeare and romantic novelists. A smile that would forever be in Jun’s soul.
It took a minute for Jun to regain his bearings, stunned by the angel in front of him. The girl had looked down in embarrassment, as if she could see his thoughts written plainly on his face.
She had the lightest, most touchably soft skin he had ever seen, dressed in a white summer dress with pretty frills in all the right places. Her mouth was a small, kissable rose petal. Her hair fell in gentle waves around her face and over her shoulders, and she looked to be of Japanese descent. She glanced at him again, making him catch his breath once more.
In her eyes Jun saw himself walking hand in hand with her through a park in the rain, laughing their troubles away. Jun saw her visiting him at work with a homemade bento, and the cast and crew of the drama he was filming teasing him to no end. Jun saw himself negotiating in halfhearted murmurs against his pillow for five more minutes of sleep while she attempted to push him out of bed. Jun saw the two of them at a deserted beach at sunset- her waving at him, some distance away, running quickly from the small waves splashing at her feet, her giggles enriching the air as he took a picture of her.
And then Jun knew. He knew he could spend the rest of his life with this girl.
And suddenly, the subway doors slid open.
A voice jarred Jun’s thoughts, in a language he barely understood, English, “Mao, are you coming?”
The woman’s eyes tore away from Jun’s and over her shoulder at the man that had rushed into the subway with her. He was already standing at the station and out of the subway, waiting for her.
She replied to the man, still, in the foreign language, “Sorry, Yamapi. I was… thinking.”
The woman looked back at Jun, an expression crossing her face that looked like confusion and then apology, but before she could hop off the train and join the man at the station, Jun says, quietly, in his best English,
“You are beautiful.”
The woman looked surprised, and then smiled. “Th-thank you.”
“Mao?” The man repeated behind her.
The woman bowed to Jun in a shy fashion, and Jun bowed gently back, a small smile upon his lips, and then she was out the door.
“Someone you know?” Jun heard the man say as the doors started to close.
“No, but I feel like I’ve met him before...”
The doors shut. The subway started to move, and then she was gone.
~yoshi09
Author's Note: I use dialogue a lot in my writing... so I wanted to try mostly description this time. I was so nervous about sharing this, and sat at my computer for a few minutes debating if I should... and then I remembered novemberbaby86 's words of "If it's a story you want to tell, then write it." (or something like that, she said it in a much better way, I'm sure)... with that said, I hope more people keep writing and sharing their stories.
Author: yoshi09
Genre: Alternative Universe/FLUFF (?)
Rated: G
Disclaimer: Inoue Mao and Matsumoto Jun love each other. I just like to write about it.
Summary: “My life is brilliant. My love is pure. I saw an angel. Of that I'm sure.”
Author’s note: This idea has been nagging at me for the longest of time. We also don’t have as many AU fics on ebisu_midnights … so… here we go. I hope you all enjoy it. Dedicated to misswoodihut because she needed fluff (although, this is kinda sad-ish fluff?).
Inspired by this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztc4V3ttlso “You’re Beautiful” by James Blunt.
Matsumoto Jun in normal circumstances didn’t do public transportation. For one, he had a certain aversion to large crowds- there was something about the constant jostling of bodies in a bus or subway that gave the illusion of suffocation. Like drowning in a mass of people.
Secondly, he was fairly popular. Popular, as in his more dedicated of fans had a reputation of collecting the most restraining orders in Japan. Popular, as in he no longer remembered what it felt like to walk in the streets without girls screaming his name, reporters asking him to confirm rumors, and flashes of cameras popping all around him. He was an elite of Johnny’s Entertainment, a god amongst mortals in the entertainment industry of Asia.
But in New York City, he was human. In New York City, a city notorious for noise pollution, gangs, and skyrocketing crime rates… he found blissful silence.
No one knew his name, and if he was lucky, few would recognize his face.
Jun had flown in from Tokyo a week earlier to film a movie on location and only now found the opportunity to sneak out of the hotel and into the bustling trade capital of America.
For the first time in a long time he was free. And today, only today, would he make an exception to his phobia of crowds in transit.
His subway ticket slipped out of the machine and he pushed past a couple waiting behind him, murmuring a softly accented “Excuse me” as he did so. He pursed his lips as his eyes perused the unfamiliar jumbled characters of the English language and hoped that the subway he was getting on led to his destination.
He found a seat, surprisingly enough, two rows behind the opened door. The subway wasn’t as crowded as he expected. With a smile he leaned over and picked up a stray newspaper discarded on the open seat next to him. Jun couldn’t read English, much less understand anything in it, but he, like all actors, read pictures. The pictures always spoke a thousand words, and for the most part, they were universal.
Jun heard the doors slide close and with an unfamiliar jerk, the subway starting to move. He diverted his attention to the various billboards out the window.
By the third subway stop the subway had become overwhelmingly crowded. People were standing in the isles, so close that the businessman’s legs in front of Jun kept bumping into his knees. The man sitting to Jun’s left was coughing every other second, and the woman to his right didn’t seem to notice her baby had been crying nonstop since she had got on two stops ago. Jun decided that the next subway stop, whether it was the right one or not for him, would be the stop he would get off at. The subway started screeching to a halt much to Jun’s relief, and several people had already started getting up to head to the doors.
The subway stopped and the doors slid open, and people slipped quickly out as others shuffled in. Jun was about to get up and join the crowd of departing passengers when he spotted an elderly woman hobbling on board and decided to keep his seat a moment longer to save it for her. When she was close enough Jun got up to offer her his seat. She smiled, said “Thank you,” and Jun weaved his way towards the subway doors, realizing that he may have waited one moment too long as the doors started to beep their warning of closing in a few seconds.
Jun was right in front of the double doors and about to slip through the closing subway exit when two people ran in before he could get out, effectively trapping Jun in the subway for a stop longer, and putting him face to face with the laughing, out of breath pair.
Jun’s eyebrows knit together in frustration, but he told himself to let it go- he could last a few minutes longer in the too-hot subway.
He glanced at the two that had unintentionally imprisoned him- but his eyes never made it further than the small woman in front of him.
His breath caught.
Their eyes met.
Ethereal.
Beautiful.
She smiled at him, a brief moment where sunsets, sunrises, waterfalls, and peace must get their inspiration from. A smile that was the driving force behind the hand of Shakespeare and romantic novelists. A smile that would forever be in Jun’s soul.
It took a minute for Jun to regain his bearings, stunned by the angel in front of him. The girl had looked down in embarrassment, as if she could see his thoughts written plainly on his face.
She had the lightest, most touchably soft skin he had ever seen, dressed in a white summer dress with pretty frills in all the right places. Her mouth was a small, kissable rose petal. Her hair fell in gentle waves around her face and over her shoulders, and she looked to be of Japanese descent. She glanced at him again, making him catch his breath once more.
In her eyes Jun saw himself walking hand in hand with her through a park in the rain, laughing their troubles away. Jun saw her visiting him at work with a homemade bento, and the cast and crew of the drama he was filming teasing him to no end. Jun saw himself negotiating in halfhearted murmurs against his pillow for five more minutes of sleep while she attempted to push him out of bed. Jun saw the two of them at a deserted beach at sunset- her waving at him, some distance away, running quickly from the small waves splashing at her feet, her giggles enriching the air as he took a picture of her.
And then Jun knew. He knew he could spend the rest of his life with this girl.
And suddenly, the subway doors slid open.
A voice jarred Jun’s thoughts, in a language he barely understood, English, “Mao, are you coming?”
The woman’s eyes tore away from Jun’s and over her shoulder at the man that had rushed into the subway with her. He was already standing at the station and out of the subway, waiting for her.
She replied to the man, still, in the foreign language, “Sorry, Yamapi. I was… thinking.”
The woman looked back at Jun, an expression crossing her face that looked like confusion and then apology, but before she could hop off the train and join the man at the station, Jun says, quietly, in his best English,
“You are beautiful.”
The woman looked surprised, and then smiled. “Th-thank you.”
“Mao?” The man repeated behind her.
The woman bowed to Jun in a shy fashion, and Jun bowed gently back, a small smile upon his lips, and then she was out the door.
“Someone you know?” Jun heard the man say as the doors started to close.
“No, but I feel like I’ve met him before...”
The doors shut. The subway started to move, and then she was gone.
~yoshi09
Author's Note: I use dialogue a lot in my writing... so I wanted to try mostly description this time. I was so nervous about sharing this, and sat at my computer for a few minutes debating if I should... and then I remembered novemberbaby86 's words of "If it's a story you want to tell, then write it." (or something like that, she said it in a much better way, I'm sure)... with that said, I hope more people keep writing and sharing their stories.