A drabble to apologize, and a fic to congratulate.
It's been awhile, hasn't it? I'm sorry for seemingly being away from this wonderful fandom. I'm not, just hiding... kind of.
But! I come bearing gifts~!
I have a drabble to apologize for the sloooooooo...oow update that is still coming for "I don't not love you!"
And... a fanfiction, a day late (I started writing it last night and I just finished it early this morning) for Jun's birthday. *hugs ebisu_midnights* I really hope you enjoy them!
Title: Kiss
Author: yoshi09
Rating: PG
Genre: ..romance?
Summary: Jun faces his feelings head on, Mao's a little different. Taken place somewhere during HanaDanReturns.
Jun had pulled her into some discreet room, and cornered her against the wall. Her breath hitched as they gazed at each other- smouldering dark chocolate against warm cocoa. It was no secret, that Matsumoto Jun had taken interest in her.
But they were costars.
Professional.
This was wrong.
And yet she could not force any fiber of her being to move away from him.
Her hands pressed back against the wall, palms sweaty, fingers grasping… and he leaned forward, willing- no- daring her to move.
He tilted his head, aligning his lips to hers… Mao’s eyes fluttered close…
And at the very last moment she jerked away.
She felt his breaths against her cheek, where her lips should have been.
The silence screamed in her ears.
Finally, he pulled away. Mao didn’t move, too embarrassed by her sudden, impromptu action. She could feel the awkwardness, thick in the air, resting heavily on her shoulders, pooling around their bodies. She heard Jun walk to the door and say,
“You’ve been running away a lot.”
The door shut firmly behind him.
~~
Title: Mao-chan's Favorite Arashi Member
Author: yoshi09
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/comedy
Summary: Right after the last Kokoritsu Con, a certain someone decides to visit.
Matsumoto Jun was rubbing his hair vigorously while he walked down the steps that led off the stage. His band mates were a little ahead of him, already congratulating everyone around them for a good day’s work. Ohno Satoshi was laughing on his way down the steps and was spraying water all over the place by shaking his head like a dog, much to the sharp protests of an already drenched Ninomiya Kazunari behind him; and Sakurai Sho and Aiba Masaki had somehow wiggled their way past their band mates, racing to get first dibs on a warm shower. It was the last day of the Kokoritsu cons, and despite the heavy onslaught of rain- Jun chuckled to himself as he thought of their band name, Arashi- it was a very fun concert. Everyone was so diligent! He would give his all just like he did here when they go to Osaka for the continuation of their tour in the next in a few weeks. A staff member raised his hand for a high five as Jun neared, and Jun gave one to him with a grin. It was truly, a concert to be remember-
Just as Jun was about to cross the last stretch of path from the stairs into their green room, a small figure in a light blue parka charged toward him and Jun only had enough time to think: 'Mao!' before he automatically opened his arms to receive her.
She just about threw herself into his hold, laughing, her arms winding instinctively around his neck as she nuzzled her nose into the side of his wet cheek, and Jun had to spin around once to keep balance with the force of her hug.
He heard loud, cheeky whoops and dog whistles from his fellow band mates and some staff, but Jun couldn’t suppress the grin tugging at the corners of his lips if it were for the life of him.
Jun held her for a moment longer, although Jun doubted his girlfriend minded as she held him just as tightly, and Jun thought that every day should rain just as hard as this so he could have an excuse to hold her just a second longer to keep her warm.
“Oi, oi, oi, you guys are all shameless! Give the couple some privacy, ne?” shouted Nino in his snarky fashion. To that, everyone laughed while Inoue Mao buried her face further into Jun’s shoulder in embarrassment for forgetting they had an audience. Jun gave Nino a look of appreciation as the crowd of staff went about their usual business while Nino grabbed Ohno’s hand and pulled him back into the green room.
It was then, but not without a small squeeze, did Jun place Mao gently back on the floor, and leaned just enough away from her so he could swipe away the water that matted her bangs to her forehead.
“What are you doing here? Didn’t want to stay for the last part of our encore?” His words were reprimanding, but his tone was every bit approving, unable to deny her the smile that she always somehow pulled out of him.
She laughed and hit him half-heartedly on the shoulder with her hand, “You certainly gave those fangirls what they paid for, ne? Matsumoto Jun: breaking girls’ hearts for… how old are you again?” She asked, cheekily.
“26.”
“Old man,” she said with a laugh.
“Oi!” Jun protested, grabbing her around the waist before she can run away from him. He started tickling her, “Who’s the old man! Who’s the old man!” All Mao could do was laugh in reply.
“Hey! Mao-chan, when are you going to stop flirting and tell Jun I’m here?” Oguri Shun poked his head from the open green room doors, waving a Jun uchiwa at them, “I’m almost getting as old as he is with the wait.” Jun stopped tickling Mao and went over to give his good friend a brotherly hug.
“Baka, you’re older than me,” Jun said in typical DoS fashion. Shun grinned and gave his old friend an affectionate rub down of his hair, fully taking advantage of the fact it was already wet to mess it up even more. Jun chuckled and pushed Shun’s arm away.
“Come on Shun, let’s show Jun what you got him.” Mao said with a gesture of the uchiwa in her hand- something Jun just now noticed she was holding- as she passed by them and into the green room. Jun’s face fell.
“Ehhh!” Jun said, in disbelief. Mao turned at the sound, as did the rest of the occupants (Nino and Ohno) in the room. “You still have that??”
Mao looked innocently confused, “Eh? Have what?”
“That!” Jun said in a mixture of despair and accusation. He pointed at her hand. Mao looked down, and then held the uchiwa up, a small embarrassed smirk on her lips.
“Yes, I do.”
Jun just about wilted, “You’ve had that since Time Con!”
Mao only nodded, amused, as she continued to lead the way to the back of the room, Jun trained behind her like an abandoned puppy, and Shun after him, trying his very best to suppress his laughter (as did Ohno and Nino- even after four years, they still never got tired of this interesting predicament).
“I have your uchiwa too, you know.” She said, reassuringly.
Jun visibly relaxed. “Oh, so you only used that uchiwa to deflect the rain?”
Mao giggled as if Jun said something funny. She stopped next to the back counter. “No, Shun’s using the one of you.” As if on cue, Shun waved the Jun uchiwa in his hand with a cheeky grin before he leaned over to grab the gift bag from beneath the counter.
“Besides,” Mao said, leaning against the counter and giving him a bright grin, “Aiba is my favorite Arashi member, ne?”
Jun grimaced. It always stung a little when she said it out loud. He could hear Nino’s snickers from behind him, as he tried, unsuccessfully to laugh as quietly as possible behind him. Jun’s band mates couldn’t seem to get enough of this lop-sided love triangle.
Jun was glowering as Shun said,
“Tanjoubi omedetou, Matsumoto-san.” He thrust the bag into Jun’s arms. The gift gave Jun an idea though.
“But it’s my birthday today, ne? Couldn’t you make an exception to who your favorite was?” replied Jun, poking Mao gently on the nose.
Mao’s mischievous grin softened into a shy smile at Jun’s affectionate gesture, “Jun, you-”
“That was refreshing!” a loud, happy voice announced. Aiba was walking out of the rest room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist as he yelled over his shoulder in his high-tension way, “Sho-kun, you take too long! Kazu, you’re turn-Ah! Mao-chan is here-” Aiba’s eyes travelled down to the uchiwa Mao was holding to the glare Jun was giving him, “-and I just realized I didn’t shampoo my hair! Hahah, clumsy of me, ne…” he stepped quickly back into the bathrooms.
By this point, everyone in the room but Jun had burst into laughter.
“I haven’t seen Aiba that scared since we went to that haunted house!” said Nino as he clutched his stomach.
Jun looked every inch the envious boyfriend as he locked his jaw and stared after Aiba.
“But, but,” Mao said, patting his upper arm to get his attention again, “I wanted to hold your uchiwa today. I really, really did!”
Jun didn’t look at her as he said through gritted teeth, “You’re just joking around again, aren’t you?”
Mao shook her head, and continued patting his arm, “Think about it, Jun-kun,” she said with a smile, “If I did wave your uchiwa around, don’t you think that would be a little dangerous?”
Jun nodded, still locking his jaw- his glare never leaving the bathrooms to where Aiba disappeared to.
“Besides,” Mao insisted, “I cheered louder for you.”
This caught Jun’s attention. “You did?” he asked, earnestly.
“She did,” Shun confirmed, as if recalling a painful memory, “Three times as loud.”
“Really?” Jun asked Mao, his expression once more upturning into a smile.
“Always.” Mao confirmed.
Jun swooped in and hugged her- Aiba uchiwa and all. Mao was giggling again. There more teasing whoops from his band mates, joined by Sho and Aiba who probably just came in from the showers (Aiba creeping in behind his human shield Sho- just in case); and a gagging sound from Shun, having been witness to this lovely couple since Jun mustered up the courage to ask her out.
Shun swiped the giftbag he had given to Jun that was dangling, forgotten, off Jun’s fingertips.
“Jun’s taking too long to open this,” Shun said loudly. He opened it and pulled out several glasses followed by a bottle of wine from the bag, and there were hoots of approval from everyone except Mao and Jun, too enraptured in their little world. “A precursor to the rest of the night!”
“Eh, we can’t get drunk off that!” Nino said, even though he himself didn’t drink all that much.
“It’s okay,” Ohno said cheerily, “It’s Jun’s birthday so he’s supposed to treat us, right?”
At the mention of wasting his money, Jun pulled away from Mao to point at his band mates, “Oi, oi~ what are you saying? It doesn’t work that way!”
Everyone laughed and Shun popped open the wine bottle to pour a glass for them all.
But! I come bearing gifts~!
I have a drabble to apologize for the sloooooooo...oow update that is still coming for "I don't not love you!"
And... a fanfiction, a day late (I started writing it last night and I just finished it early this morning) for Jun's birthday. *hugs ebisu_midnights* I really hope you enjoy them!
Title: Kiss
Author: yoshi09
Rating: PG
Genre: ..romance?
Summary: Jun faces his feelings head on, Mao's a little different. Taken place somewhere during HanaDanReturns.
Jun had pulled her into some discreet room, and cornered her against the wall. Her breath hitched as they gazed at each other- smouldering dark chocolate against warm cocoa. It was no secret, that Matsumoto Jun had taken interest in her.
But they were costars.
Professional.
This was wrong.
And yet she could not force any fiber of her being to move away from him.
Her hands pressed back against the wall, palms sweaty, fingers grasping… and he leaned forward, willing- no- daring her to move.
He tilted his head, aligning his lips to hers… Mao’s eyes fluttered close…
And at the very last moment she jerked away.
She felt his breaths against her cheek, where her lips should have been.
The silence screamed in her ears.
Finally, he pulled away. Mao didn’t move, too embarrassed by her sudden, impromptu action. She could feel the awkwardness, thick in the air, resting heavily on her shoulders, pooling around their bodies. She heard Jun walk to the door and say,
“You’ve been running away a lot.”
The door shut firmly behind him.
~~
Title: Mao-chan's Favorite Arashi Member
Author: yoshi09
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/comedy
Summary: Right after the last Kokoritsu Con, a certain someone decides to visit.
Matsumoto Jun was rubbing his hair vigorously while he walked down the steps that led off the stage. His band mates were a little ahead of him, already congratulating everyone around them for a good day’s work. Ohno Satoshi was laughing on his way down the steps and was spraying water all over the place by shaking his head like a dog, much to the sharp protests of an already drenched Ninomiya Kazunari behind him; and Sakurai Sho and Aiba Masaki had somehow wiggled their way past their band mates, racing to get first dibs on a warm shower. It was the last day of the Kokoritsu cons, and despite the heavy onslaught of rain- Jun chuckled to himself as he thought of their band name, Arashi- it was a very fun concert. Everyone was so diligent! He would give his all just like he did here when they go to Osaka for the continuation of their tour in the next in a few weeks. A staff member raised his hand for a high five as Jun neared, and Jun gave one to him with a grin. It was truly, a concert to be remember-
Just as Jun was about to cross the last stretch of path from the stairs into their green room, a small figure in a light blue parka charged toward him and Jun only had enough time to think: 'Mao!' before he automatically opened his arms to receive her.
She just about threw herself into his hold, laughing, her arms winding instinctively around his neck as she nuzzled her nose into the side of his wet cheek, and Jun had to spin around once to keep balance with the force of her hug.
He heard loud, cheeky whoops and dog whistles from his fellow band mates and some staff, but Jun couldn’t suppress the grin tugging at the corners of his lips if it were for the life of him.
Jun held her for a moment longer, although Jun doubted his girlfriend minded as she held him just as tightly, and Jun thought that every day should rain just as hard as this so he could have an excuse to hold her just a second longer to keep her warm.
“Oi, oi, oi, you guys are all shameless! Give the couple some privacy, ne?” shouted Nino in his snarky fashion. To that, everyone laughed while Inoue Mao buried her face further into Jun’s shoulder in embarrassment for forgetting they had an audience. Jun gave Nino a look of appreciation as the crowd of staff went about their usual business while Nino grabbed Ohno’s hand and pulled him back into the green room.
It was then, but not without a small squeeze, did Jun place Mao gently back on the floor, and leaned just enough away from her so he could swipe away the water that matted her bangs to her forehead.
“What are you doing here? Didn’t want to stay for the last part of our encore?” His words were reprimanding, but his tone was every bit approving, unable to deny her the smile that she always somehow pulled out of him.
She laughed and hit him half-heartedly on the shoulder with her hand, “You certainly gave those fangirls what they paid for, ne? Matsumoto Jun: breaking girls’ hearts for… how old are you again?” She asked, cheekily.
“26.”
“Old man,” she said with a laugh.
“Oi!” Jun protested, grabbing her around the waist before she can run away from him. He started tickling her, “Who’s the old man! Who’s the old man!” All Mao could do was laugh in reply.
“Hey! Mao-chan, when are you going to stop flirting and tell Jun I’m here?” Oguri Shun poked his head from the open green room doors, waving a Jun uchiwa at them, “I’m almost getting as old as he is with the wait.” Jun stopped tickling Mao and went over to give his good friend a brotherly hug.
“Baka, you’re older than me,” Jun said in typical DoS fashion. Shun grinned and gave his old friend an affectionate rub down of his hair, fully taking advantage of the fact it was already wet to mess it up even more. Jun chuckled and pushed Shun’s arm away.
“Come on Shun, let’s show Jun what you got him.” Mao said with a gesture of the uchiwa in her hand- something Jun just now noticed she was holding- as she passed by them and into the green room. Jun’s face fell.
“Ehhh!” Jun said, in disbelief. Mao turned at the sound, as did the rest of the occupants (Nino and Ohno) in the room. “You still have that??”
Mao looked innocently confused, “Eh? Have what?”
“That!” Jun said in a mixture of despair and accusation. He pointed at her hand. Mao looked down, and then held the uchiwa up, a small embarrassed smirk on her lips.
“Yes, I do.”
Jun just about wilted, “You’ve had that since Time Con!”
Mao only nodded, amused, as she continued to lead the way to the back of the room, Jun trained behind her like an abandoned puppy, and Shun after him, trying his very best to suppress his laughter (as did Ohno and Nino- even after four years, they still never got tired of this interesting predicament).
“I have your uchiwa too, you know.” She said, reassuringly.
Jun visibly relaxed. “Oh, so you only used that uchiwa to deflect the rain?”
Mao giggled as if Jun said something funny. She stopped next to the back counter. “No, Shun’s using the one of you.” As if on cue, Shun waved the Jun uchiwa in his hand with a cheeky grin before he leaned over to grab the gift bag from beneath the counter.
“Besides,” Mao said, leaning against the counter and giving him a bright grin, “Aiba is my favorite Arashi member, ne?”
Jun grimaced. It always stung a little when she said it out loud. He could hear Nino’s snickers from behind him, as he tried, unsuccessfully to laugh as quietly as possible behind him. Jun’s band mates couldn’t seem to get enough of this lop-sided love triangle.
Jun was glowering as Shun said,
“Tanjoubi omedetou, Matsumoto-san.” He thrust the bag into Jun’s arms. The gift gave Jun an idea though.
“But it’s my birthday today, ne? Couldn’t you make an exception to who your favorite was?” replied Jun, poking Mao gently on the nose.
Mao’s mischievous grin softened into a shy smile at Jun’s affectionate gesture, “Jun, you-”
“That was refreshing!” a loud, happy voice announced. Aiba was walking out of the rest room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist as he yelled over his shoulder in his high-tension way, “Sho-kun, you take too long! Kazu, you’re turn-Ah! Mao-chan is here-” Aiba’s eyes travelled down to the uchiwa Mao was holding to the glare Jun was giving him, “-and I just realized I didn’t shampoo my hair! Hahah, clumsy of me, ne…” he stepped quickly back into the bathrooms.
By this point, everyone in the room but Jun had burst into laughter.
“I haven’t seen Aiba that scared since we went to that haunted house!” said Nino as he clutched his stomach.
Jun looked every inch the envious boyfriend as he locked his jaw and stared after Aiba.
“But, but,” Mao said, patting his upper arm to get his attention again, “I wanted to hold your uchiwa today. I really, really did!”
Jun didn’t look at her as he said through gritted teeth, “You’re just joking around again, aren’t you?”
Mao shook her head, and continued patting his arm, “Think about it, Jun-kun,” she said with a smile, “If I did wave your uchiwa around, don’t you think that would be a little dangerous?”
Jun nodded, still locking his jaw- his glare never leaving the bathrooms to where Aiba disappeared to.
“Besides,” Mao insisted, “I cheered louder for you.”
This caught Jun’s attention. “You did?” he asked, earnestly.
“She did,” Shun confirmed, as if recalling a painful memory, “Three times as loud.”
“Really?” Jun asked Mao, his expression once more upturning into a smile.
“Always.” Mao confirmed.
Jun swooped in and hugged her- Aiba uchiwa and all. Mao was giggling again. There more teasing whoops from his band mates, joined by Sho and Aiba who probably just came in from the showers (Aiba creeping in behind his human shield Sho- just in case); and a gagging sound from Shun, having been witness to this lovely couple since Jun mustered up the courage to ask her out.
Shun swiped the giftbag he had given to Jun that was dangling, forgotten, off Jun’s fingertips.
“Jun’s taking too long to open this,” Shun said loudly. He opened it and pulled out several glasses followed by a bottle of wine from the bag, and there were hoots of approval from everyone except Mao and Jun, too enraptured in their little world. “A precursor to the rest of the night!”
“Eh, we can’t get drunk off that!” Nino said, even though he himself didn’t drink all that much.
“It’s okay,” Ohno said cheerily, “It’s Jun’s birthday so he’s supposed to treat us, right?”
At the mention of wasting his money, Jun pulled away from Mao to point at his band mates, “Oi, oi~ what are you saying? It doesn’t work that way!”
Everyone laughed and Shun popped open the wine bottle to pour a glass for them all.