Our Little Secret [one-shot]
Another one-shot I just made- this time dedicated to ebisu_midnights! ^_^ Please enjoy.
Title: Our Little Secret
Author: yoshi09
Rating: T / PG-13
Classification: March 14, 2008 (White Day) - During filming HYDF.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Lots of fluff. Even more than I’m used to.
Summary: It’s White Day and Jun is acting a little weird...
Disclaimer: I don’t have any property rights to Arashi, HYD, or HYD's cast, crew, and fandom (except my fanfics). I also don’t own Inoue Mao or Matsumoto Jun- they’re owned by each other.
“You’re acting really weird, Jun,” Inoue Mao said as she placed the empty fruit bowl on the table.
Mao and Matsumoto Jun were in the break room putting away various items back into the room from when they had been eating with the other F4 members. Their outside lunch session had to be cut short since Abe Tsuyoshi, also known as Tonton, had to rehearse for a scene and Oguri Shun and Matsuda Shota decided to have an impromptu tennis match. Shun had invited them, but Mao decided to save herself the embarrassment and declined- Jun surprisingly following suit. Jun hadn’t talked to her since they made the trek over though. Normally this wouldn’t be a big deal, but Jun had kept throwing looks in Mao’s direction throughout the whole walk and it wasn’t unnoticed by Mao.
“Am I?” Jun gave a nervous chuckle. Very weird. He was perfectly fine just earlier, joking and laughing with Shun, Shota, Tonton and Mao as they played some word games Mao introduced to them during the filming for HanaDan Returns.
“Yes. You’re not talking much.” Mao put a hand on his forehead, then his neck, “Hm. You’re a little warmer than usual too.”
Jun noted how much softer her hands were. Jun knew that had it been any other day other than today, he wouldn’t have minded as much. She still didn’t remove her hand from his neck, and instead rubbed the pad of her thumb softly along that sensitive spot just under his ear. It was supposed to be a comforting gesture, but it was having different affects on him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Jun bit his lip and took her wrist in his hands and moved it away so she was no longer touching him. He could think better this way. Jun dropped her hand gently to her side.
“I’m fine. I just wanted to ask you something is all.”
Mao leaned against the tabletop, her body angled better to face him, “Okay.”
“Calimero,” he began, “Err… Hime… um, Mao-chan,” Jun sighed at his awkward start and Mao smiled, trying to keep from laughing. “God, this is embarrassing,” Jun huffed under his breath. He looked at Mao again to see her eyes expectant and her lips upturned in a curious smile.
“Mao-chan, how good are you at keeping secrets?”
Mao widened her eyes.
“Very good,” she said incredulously, “I didn’t tell anyone about when you-”
Jun covered her mouth, and her eyes danced with laughter in response.
“Shh!” He looked around quickly to make sure there was still no one around before removing his hand from her lips.
Mao was grinning.
“Well, I didn’t, did I?” she teased. She had a point.
“No,” he replied reluctantly, answering her rhetorical question, “You didn’t.” He ran a hand through his hair and let out a shaky breath which sounded very weird coming from Jun, “I… I need to ask you to keep one more secret for me.”
“Hai, hai,” she said dismissively, hitting him gently on the chest, “Just tell me. My lips are sealed.” She put her index finger on her lips as if to emphasize her words.
Jun nodded as he swallowed a lump down his throat. He hadn’t been this nervous in a long time. His hands felt oddly clammy and his mouth was dry. It was worse when Mao was looking so cutely expectant like that. Jun inhaled a deep breath preparing himself mentally for what he was going to say. He opened his mouth,
“This is really, really embarrassing,” he blurted out.
Not really the words he was planning to say, but… it certainly killed the tension.
Mao pursed her lips, her arms crossing over her chest, “You’re worrying me, Jun.”
He nodded again and cleared his throat, “Hold your hands out,” Jun ordered.
She did so without question, her palms facing upwards. She was looking up at him in amusement.
He inhaled deeply again as if to calm his nerves before continuing, “I don’t know if your eyes should be closed or if they should be open…” he murmured.
“Why do my eyes need to be closed for a secret?”
Jun glared at her and the familiar annoyance brought back his focus. He stuffed his hand in the inner pocket of his jacket before he lost his nerve once more, and pulled out a squarely wrapped present with a store-bought bow on it. He placed it carefully in her hands and looked away.
“Nani?” she asked, clearly bewildered. Her hands were still immobile from when he asked her to hold them out.
Jun wasn’t facing her, but a slight redness was apparent on the cheek Mao could see.
“Happy White Day,” he said gruffly, clearly trying to pass it off as not a big deal.
Oh.
Oh!
The corner of Mao’s lips twitched upwards until finally, a large grin was implanted on her face.
“Ne…” she started, cheekily. Jun had to bite his lip to stop himself from telling her to shut up- couldn’t she see he was embarrassed already? Mao gripped the present in her hands and moved so she could once again be in his line of vision, “You had this in your jacket the whole day?”
Jun was still looking determinedly upwards, although he could see the top of Mao’s head, “Yes. But I don’t see what’s that have to do with anything.”
“Even during filming?”
“Hai.”
“And the breaks?”
“Hai.”
Mao looked down at the gift in her hands, unable to stop smiling.
“That explains the squished bow then,” she teased.
Jun’s persistence to not look at her eased as he gave in to looking down at the gift in her hands.
“No it isn’t!” Jun defended heatedly, “Look th-”
His words were muffled as Mao suddenly threw her arms around him.
“Arigatou gozaimasu!”
She kissed him on the cheek.
Jun was so surprised he nearly fell backwards onto some chairs.
“I’m so happy you carried it all around with you!” she praised, unwinding herself from him but still staying in a dizzyingly close proximity to him, “It has a lot of heart power now.”
“Heart… Heart power?” Jun asked, a little out of breath. She smelled so much better up close.
“Hai,” she looked at him, her grin glowing with sheer delight that should only be found on five year olds, “Heart power because it has been next to your heart all day, which means you were thinking of me all day-”
“Urusai,” Jun said as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
Mao started giggling as she replied in a sing-song voice, “You’re cool act is nothing when you’re blushing so red!”
“Just open it already!” Jun yelled. A smile was on his lips now. Her happiness was really contagious.
“No! I want to savor this moment!” she exclaimed, hugging the gift to her chest.
“Ca-li-me-ro,” he warned, his hands momentarily shaping themselves into 'tickle-mode.'
“Hai, hai,” Mao said quickly. She hugged the gift one last time, before she started to carefully unwrap the gift.
“Just rip it open.” Jun said.
“Noooo!” Mao said as if it was the most terrible idea she had ever heard, “I want to keep the ‘To: Mao-chan, From: Jun’ that you wrote on this!” She placed the squished bow in her pocket as she finished unwrapping the remainder of the gift.
Jun couldn’t argue with her reasoning, especially when he was so touched by it.
“Waaah!” She exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with glee. She held the unwrapped gift an arm length away from her so she could appraise it from afar, “A CD! Hug-chan is on the cover!”
“Hai,” Jun said, leaning in closer to her so he could point out some distinctions on it, “Shun took this picture when I came by his house a week or so before we started filming HanaDan Final. I didn’t know he was dog-sitting for you that day, but we all had a lot of fun. We got really tired after though, as you can tell.”
“Kawaii,” she whispered. Jun was sleeping upright on Shun’s couch, and Hug-chan was curled up on his lap sleeping as well. The afternoon sunlight streamed in perfectly in the picture and cast golden brown shades prettily along both their figures. She stared at the photo a little longer before she pushed open the cover to reveal the CD inside. Instead, a carefully folded note fell out.
“Eh?”
“Oh… um, read that later.” Jun said. He could only handle so much embarrassment in one day. Mao seemed to have gotten the hint because she put the note aside for a moment in her other hand and looked at the blank, obviously burned, CD.
“Hm…”
“You can listen to it later too, but…” Jun started murmuring, his cheeks still maintaining their coloring of a light shade of pink, “It’s just a few songs and things I thought you’d like. Um…” he removed the gift and note from her hands and returned the note inside the case before closing it gently. He flipped the cover over so she could read it. There was a list of the contents in the CD from Arashi to Utada Hikaru. Mao read the first one out loud.
“Kyo mo Dokakade,” she turned in question to Jun, “Kyo mo Dokakade? By Oda Kazumasa?” she asked. “I never heard of that song before.”
Jun nodded.
“I didn’t think you did. I asked Oda-san for something special… um, well, begged for it really. He knew you were a really big fan so he didn’t mind giving me the first few verses of his new song he’s releasing later this year. Um, it’s not finished, and there’s no music with it, but he sang it in the studio a capella and recorded it for me- err, for you. Eh? Why are you crying?”
Mao sniffled. “I’m not. I’m just allergic to dust and…” she began.
“And thoughtfulness,” Jun finished, albeit a little grudgingly.
“Ne!” She protested a smile appearing on her tear-stained face, “You know what I mean.” She hit him playfully again, amid her sniffles. She rubbed her eyes and nose to get rid of their excess liquid.
Had it been anyone else, Jun would have been disgusted, but she made the gesture so cute and natural Jun could help but laugh and rub her head in a teasing fashion. Before he knew it, he was running his fingers through her hair and curling it in his fingertips. The gentle pulling on her hair caught her attention again, and she looked up at Jun.
For a moment, Jun’s face was unguarded- the hard, serious line that his mouth would oftentimes press into when in public had disappeared, a soft smile touching them instead; his eyes held a gentleness in them that Mao had only seen when he was admiring some random thing she did like sticking a note in his script to remind him she brought snacks for everyone today so he wouldn’t have to order out like usual, or setting the alarm on her cell phone and leaving it next to him when he fell asleep in the break room so he would wake up on time to get ready for his next scene... minor things, but for some reason he found them really important. His whole facial expression was changed into one that made Mao want to look away from the gentle intensity of his gaze. It was so much harder to meet Jun’s eyes when he was so relaxed- he was so much more beautiful.
“Stop,” Mao said, her voice just above a whisper. Her lip was trembling from the effort to maintain her control.
“Stop what?” Jun asked, his fingers still winding and unwinding themselves in her tresses, “I’m not doing anything wrong.”
“Stop… stop making it harder for me than it already is,” she finished. Her words felt heavy rolling off her tongue, like each syllable weighed several pounds each. The atmosphere was suddenly serious, as it always was when they discussed what they were to each other.
“It doesn’t have to be hard, Mao.” He said quietly, deliberately leaving out the ‘-chan’ that usually came attached with her name when he addressed her, “It’s a choice.”
“I chose what’s best for you,” she said as she looked away from him.
“What about what’s best for us?”
There was a moment of silence. Jun dropped his hand from her hair. Mao was looking down at his shoes. She couldn’t stand holding his gaze anymore, she felt like she would fall apart. He watched her turn his question over and over in her mind- as if she never thought about it before.
Jun shook his head slowly, a chuckle escaping his lips as he lifted her hand and replaced the CD gift he gave her in it.
“Don’t answer that,” he said with a small smile, “I already know the answer.”
His words were bitter. Jun turned away from her, trying to keep the conversation candid again as he started for the door,
“I wonder if Shun and Shota are still playing te-”
Mao grabbed Jun’s hand and jerked him back to her roughly.
Their kiss was long, heated, and a flurry of emotions. Jun had never been kissed in such a fashion before. Mao put all her energies, all her emotions she ever felt for Jun, in that one kiss- her anger, her joy, her sadness, her fear, her resentment, her hope, her disappointment… the pain, the pleasure, the sweetness and the bitterness. It was all there, born again in that one kiss.
Jun fought it at first. He was tired, so tired of Mao’s persistent reasoning that their relationship was off limits because he was a Johnny. If he could, he would throw away all he felt for her, it was just too painful. He was tired of playing a game he couldn’t win. He was tired of waiting for her phone calls at night and feeling ridiculous because they weren’t even an item. He was tired of dancing tango with a partner he couldn’t hold.
But her lips felt so perfect.
He cursed the part of him that gave in, and before he knew it, Jun welcomed it all- biting her bottom lip in a way he felt was far too gentle, licking and pressing his own mouth to hers as if he could somehow mold her lips onto his. He coaxed all he knew, all that he will ever know, and all that he will learn from those tender, soft lips. His hands were shaking from the effort not to crush her to him.
I want you.
I need you.
I love you.
When they pulled away their breathing was ragged and torn from the lack of air, although mystifyingly quiet, as if both were afraid to shatter whatever just happened between them.
Jun was the first to open his eyes.
Nothing had changed around him, and yet, it felt like the whole world had shifted. The break room was still there, the floor was still unswept, but somehow, he felt different. It was as if the colors of their surroundings were brighter- more brilliant in hue, but he felt different. He looked down at Mao, her eyes still shut and her breathing still rapid and somehow calm. His hands were on either side of her face- he didn’t remember them ever getting there.
Mao smiled, as if laughing at some internal joke she just told herself. She blinked open her eyes. Her beautiful, chocolate warm eyes.
“Our little secret, ne?” She whispered.
Author's Note: I got this fanfiction idea from this interview that you can view on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvKxGBpRrtk
You can read more about what’s going on during this interview from the end of page 30 to page 32 of the Maotsujun thread on LSS (this includes screencaps and everything, yay) which you can go directly to by clicking here.
For those of you who don’t know what White Day is, it’s the day where the men in Japan give gifts back to the women who gave gifts to them on Valentines Day. Click here for more details on White Day. I want to also thank Junbait and *especially* maea_maia for letting me know the nicknames that Jun, and only Jun calls her. Please refer to pages 42-43 of the Maotsujun Thread on LSS or click here for a direct link.
If you read this far then I take it that you still care about what I have to say (hehe) so I just want to let all the wonderful readers know that this will be my last fanfic until the last week of November or until the round robin fanfiction on Ebisu Midnights starts. It’s not that I don’t love you all or anything, it’s just that I really need to focus on my exams and tests coming up before this Thanksgiving holiday. x_x On a plus side though, the Ebisu Midnights livejournal community provides great fanfiction! Much love!
~yoshi09
Title: Our Little Secret
Author: yoshi09
Rating: T / PG-13
Classification: March 14, 2008 (White Day) - During filming HYDF.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Lots of fluff. Even more than I’m used to.
Summary: It’s White Day and Jun is acting a little weird...
Disclaimer: I don’t have any property rights to Arashi, HYD, or HYD's cast, crew, and fandom (except my fanfics). I also don’t own Inoue Mao or Matsumoto Jun- they’re owned by each other.
“You’re acting really weird, Jun,” Inoue Mao said as she placed the empty fruit bowl on the table.
Mao and Matsumoto Jun were in the break room putting away various items back into the room from when they had been eating with the other F4 members. Their outside lunch session had to be cut short since Abe Tsuyoshi, also known as Tonton, had to rehearse for a scene and Oguri Shun and Matsuda Shota decided to have an impromptu tennis match. Shun had invited them, but Mao decided to save herself the embarrassment and declined- Jun surprisingly following suit. Jun hadn’t talked to her since they made the trek over though. Normally this wouldn’t be a big deal, but Jun had kept throwing looks in Mao’s direction throughout the whole walk and it wasn’t unnoticed by Mao.
“Am I?” Jun gave a nervous chuckle. Very weird. He was perfectly fine just earlier, joking and laughing with Shun, Shota, Tonton and Mao as they played some word games Mao introduced to them during the filming for HanaDan Returns.
“Yes. You’re not talking much.” Mao put a hand on his forehead, then his neck, “Hm. You’re a little warmer than usual too.”
Jun noted how much softer her hands were. Jun knew that had it been any other day other than today, he wouldn’t have minded as much. She still didn’t remove her hand from his neck, and instead rubbed the pad of her thumb softly along that sensitive spot just under his ear. It was supposed to be a comforting gesture, but it was having different affects on him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Jun bit his lip and took her wrist in his hands and moved it away so she was no longer touching him. He could think better this way. Jun dropped her hand gently to her side.
“I’m fine. I just wanted to ask you something is all.”
Mao leaned against the tabletop, her body angled better to face him, “Okay.”
“Calimero,” he began, “Err… Hime… um, Mao-chan,” Jun sighed at his awkward start and Mao smiled, trying to keep from laughing. “God, this is embarrassing,” Jun huffed under his breath. He looked at Mao again to see her eyes expectant and her lips upturned in a curious smile.
“Mao-chan, how good are you at keeping secrets?”
Mao widened her eyes.
“Very good,” she said incredulously, “I didn’t tell anyone about when you-”
Jun covered her mouth, and her eyes danced with laughter in response.
“Shh!” He looked around quickly to make sure there was still no one around before removing his hand from her lips.
Mao was grinning.
“Well, I didn’t, did I?” she teased. She had a point.
“No,” he replied reluctantly, answering her rhetorical question, “You didn’t.” He ran a hand through his hair and let out a shaky breath which sounded very weird coming from Jun, “I… I need to ask you to keep one more secret for me.”
“Hai, hai,” she said dismissively, hitting him gently on the chest, “Just tell me. My lips are sealed.” She put her index finger on her lips as if to emphasize her words.
Jun nodded as he swallowed a lump down his throat. He hadn’t been this nervous in a long time. His hands felt oddly clammy and his mouth was dry. It was worse when Mao was looking so cutely expectant like that. Jun inhaled a deep breath preparing himself mentally for what he was going to say. He opened his mouth,
“This is really, really embarrassing,” he blurted out.
Not really the words he was planning to say, but… it certainly killed the tension.
Mao pursed her lips, her arms crossing over her chest, “You’re worrying me, Jun.”
He nodded again and cleared his throat, “Hold your hands out,” Jun ordered.
She did so without question, her palms facing upwards. She was looking up at him in amusement.
He inhaled deeply again as if to calm his nerves before continuing, “I don’t know if your eyes should be closed or if they should be open…” he murmured.
“Why do my eyes need to be closed for a secret?”
Jun glared at her and the familiar annoyance brought back his focus. He stuffed his hand in the inner pocket of his jacket before he lost his nerve once more, and pulled out a squarely wrapped present with a store-bought bow on it. He placed it carefully in her hands and looked away.
“Nani?” she asked, clearly bewildered. Her hands were still immobile from when he asked her to hold them out.
Jun wasn’t facing her, but a slight redness was apparent on the cheek Mao could see.
“Happy White Day,” he said gruffly, clearly trying to pass it off as not a big deal.
Oh.
Oh!
The corner of Mao’s lips twitched upwards until finally, a large grin was implanted on her face.
“Ne…” she started, cheekily. Jun had to bite his lip to stop himself from telling her to shut up- couldn’t she see he was embarrassed already? Mao gripped the present in her hands and moved so she could once again be in his line of vision, “You had this in your jacket the whole day?”
Jun was still looking determinedly upwards, although he could see the top of Mao’s head, “Yes. But I don’t see what’s that have to do with anything.”
“Even during filming?”
“Hai.”
“And the breaks?”
“Hai.”
Mao looked down at the gift in her hands, unable to stop smiling.
“That explains the squished bow then,” she teased.
Jun’s persistence to not look at her eased as he gave in to looking down at the gift in her hands.
“No it isn’t!” Jun defended heatedly, “Look th-”
His words were muffled as Mao suddenly threw her arms around him.
“Arigatou gozaimasu!”
She kissed him on the cheek.
Jun was so surprised he nearly fell backwards onto some chairs.
“I’m so happy you carried it all around with you!” she praised, unwinding herself from him but still staying in a dizzyingly close proximity to him, “It has a lot of heart power now.”
“Heart… Heart power?” Jun asked, a little out of breath. She smelled so much better up close.
“Hai,” she looked at him, her grin glowing with sheer delight that should only be found on five year olds, “Heart power because it has been next to your heart all day, which means you were thinking of me all day-”
“Urusai,” Jun said as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
Mao started giggling as she replied in a sing-song voice, “You’re cool act is nothing when you’re blushing so red!”
“Just open it already!” Jun yelled. A smile was on his lips now. Her happiness was really contagious.
“No! I want to savor this moment!” she exclaimed, hugging the gift to her chest.
“Ca-li-me-ro,” he warned, his hands momentarily shaping themselves into 'tickle-mode.'
“Hai, hai,” Mao said quickly. She hugged the gift one last time, before she started to carefully unwrap the gift.
“Just rip it open.” Jun said.
“Noooo!” Mao said as if it was the most terrible idea she had ever heard, “I want to keep the ‘To: Mao-chan, From: Jun’ that you wrote on this!” She placed the squished bow in her pocket as she finished unwrapping the remainder of the gift.
Jun couldn’t argue with her reasoning, especially when he was so touched by it.
“Waaah!” She exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with glee. She held the unwrapped gift an arm length away from her so she could appraise it from afar, “A CD! Hug-chan is on the cover!”
“Hai,” Jun said, leaning in closer to her so he could point out some distinctions on it, “Shun took this picture when I came by his house a week or so before we started filming HanaDan Final. I didn’t know he was dog-sitting for you that day, but we all had a lot of fun. We got really tired after though, as you can tell.”
“Kawaii,” she whispered. Jun was sleeping upright on Shun’s couch, and Hug-chan was curled up on his lap sleeping as well. The afternoon sunlight streamed in perfectly in the picture and cast golden brown shades prettily along both their figures. She stared at the photo a little longer before she pushed open the cover to reveal the CD inside. Instead, a carefully folded note fell out.
“Eh?”
“Oh… um, read that later.” Jun said. He could only handle so much embarrassment in one day. Mao seemed to have gotten the hint because she put the note aside for a moment in her other hand and looked at the blank, obviously burned, CD.
“Hm…”
“You can listen to it later too, but…” Jun started murmuring, his cheeks still maintaining their coloring of a light shade of pink, “It’s just a few songs and things I thought you’d like. Um…” he removed the gift and note from her hands and returned the note inside the case before closing it gently. He flipped the cover over so she could read it. There was a list of the contents in the CD from Arashi to Utada Hikaru. Mao read the first one out loud.
“Kyo mo Dokakade,” she turned in question to Jun, “Kyo mo Dokakade? By Oda Kazumasa?” she asked. “I never heard of that song before.”
Jun nodded.
“I didn’t think you did. I asked Oda-san for something special… um, well, begged for it really. He knew you were a really big fan so he didn’t mind giving me the first few verses of his new song he’s releasing later this year. Um, it’s not finished, and there’s no music with it, but he sang it in the studio a capella and recorded it for me- err, for you. Eh? Why are you crying?”
Mao sniffled. “I’m not. I’m just allergic to dust and…” she began.
“And thoughtfulness,” Jun finished, albeit a little grudgingly.
“Ne!” She protested a smile appearing on her tear-stained face, “You know what I mean.” She hit him playfully again, amid her sniffles. She rubbed her eyes and nose to get rid of their excess liquid.
Had it been anyone else, Jun would have been disgusted, but she made the gesture so cute and natural Jun could help but laugh and rub her head in a teasing fashion. Before he knew it, he was running his fingers through her hair and curling it in his fingertips. The gentle pulling on her hair caught her attention again, and she looked up at Jun.
For a moment, Jun’s face was unguarded- the hard, serious line that his mouth would oftentimes press into when in public had disappeared, a soft smile touching them instead; his eyes held a gentleness in them that Mao had only seen when he was admiring some random thing she did like sticking a note in his script to remind him she brought snacks for everyone today so he wouldn’t have to order out like usual, or setting the alarm on her cell phone and leaving it next to him when he fell asleep in the break room so he would wake up on time to get ready for his next scene... minor things, but for some reason he found them really important. His whole facial expression was changed into one that made Mao want to look away from the gentle intensity of his gaze. It was so much harder to meet Jun’s eyes when he was so relaxed- he was so much more beautiful.
“Stop,” Mao said, her voice just above a whisper. Her lip was trembling from the effort to maintain her control.
“Stop what?” Jun asked, his fingers still winding and unwinding themselves in her tresses, “I’m not doing anything wrong.”
“Stop… stop making it harder for me than it already is,” she finished. Her words felt heavy rolling off her tongue, like each syllable weighed several pounds each. The atmosphere was suddenly serious, as it always was when they discussed what they were to each other.
“It doesn’t have to be hard, Mao.” He said quietly, deliberately leaving out the ‘-chan’ that usually came attached with her name when he addressed her, “It’s a choice.”
“I chose what’s best for you,” she said as she looked away from him.
“What about what’s best for us?”
There was a moment of silence. Jun dropped his hand from her hair. Mao was looking down at his shoes. She couldn’t stand holding his gaze anymore, she felt like she would fall apart. He watched her turn his question over and over in her mind- as if she never thought about it before.
Jun shook his head slowly, a chuckle escaping his lips as he lifted her hand and replaced the CD gift he gave her in it.
“Don’t answer that,” he said with a small smile, “I already know the answer.”
His words were bitter. Jun turned away from her, trying to keep the conversation candid again as he started for the door,
“I wonder if Shun and Shota are still playing te-”
Mao grabbed Jun’s hand and jerked him back to her roughly.
Their kiss was long, heated, and a flurry of emotions. Jun had never been kissed in such a fashion before. Mao put all her energies, all her emotions she ever felt for Jun, in that one kiss- her anger, her joy, her sadness, her fear, her resentment, her hope, her disappointment… the pain, the pleasure, the sweetness and the bitterness. It was all there, born again in that one kiss.
Jun fought it at first. He was tired, so tired of Mao’s persistent reasoning that their relationship was off limits because he was a Johnny. If he could, he would throw away all he felt for her, it was just too painful. He was tired of playing a game he couldn’t win. He was tired of waiting for her phone calls at night and feeling ridiculous because they weren’t even an item. He was tired of dancing tango with a partner he couldn’t hold.
But her lips felt so perfect.
He cursed the part of him that gave in, and before he knew it, Jun welcomed it all- biting her bottom lip in a way he felt was far too gentle, licking and pressing his own mouth to hers as if he could somehow mold her lips onto his. He coaxed all he knew, all that he will ever know, and all that he will learn from those tender, soft lips. His hands were shaking from the effort not to crush her to him.
I want you.
I need you.
I love you.
When they pulled away their breathing was ragged and torn from the lack of air, although mystifyingly quiet, as if both were afraid to shatter whatever just happened between them.
Jun was the first to open his eyes.
Nothing had changed around him, and yet, it felt like the whole world had shifted. The break room was still there, the floor was still unswept, but somehow, he felt different. It was as if the colors of their surroundings were brighter- more brilliant in hue, but he felt different. He looked down at Mao, her eyes still shut and her breathing still rapid and somehow calm. His hands were on either side of her face- he didn’t remember them ever getting there.
Mao smiled, as if laughing at some internal joke she just told herself. She blinked open her eyes. Her beautiful, chocolate warm eyes.
“Our little secret, ne?” She whispered.
Author's Note: I got this fanfiction idea from this interview that you can view on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvKxGBpRrtk
You can read more about what’s going on during this interview from the end of page 30 to page 32 of the Maotsujun thread on LSS (this includes screencaps and everything, yay) which you can go directly to by clicking here.
For those of you who don’t know what White Day is, it’s the day where the men in Japan give gifts back to the women who gave gifts to them on Valentines Day. Click here for more details on White Day. I want to also thank Junbait and *especially* maea_maia for letting me know the nicknames that Jun, and only Jun calls her. Please refer to pages 42-43 of the Maotsujun Thread on LSS or click here for a direct link.
If you read this far then I take it that you still care about what I have to say (hehe) so I just want to let all the wonderful readers know that this will be my last fanfic until the last week of November or until the round robin fanfiction on Ebisu Midnights starts. It’s not that I don’t love you all or anything, it’s just that I really need to focus on my exams and tests coming up before this Thanksgiving holiday. x_x On a plus side though, the Ebisu Midnights livejournal community provides great fanfiction! Much love!
~yoshi09