[FIC] ~THINKING OF YOU~
Title: Thinking of You
Couple: Watanabe Daisuke x Hamao Kyousuke (surprise, surprise lol)
Genre: Cute, fluffy, sweet, a little sad (becoming my theme when writing DaiMao stories haha)
Beta'd: kot_kendra (who I am eternally grateful for staying up to read it for me *huggles*)
Word Count: 1652
Summary:
Do you think of me?
Do you think of me every hour, every minute, every second of every day?
Do you think of me, the way I think of you?
****
There wasn’t a moment in the day that Daisuke did not think of Mao.
When he woke up that morning at 6 a.m., he sighed at the site of the empty spot next to him. Usually occupied by his younger lover, who he had not seen for a couple of weeks.
As he got dressed for the day, he thought to himself: was Mao still asleep?
Did he have breakfast yet?
I hope he’s not eating sweets for breakfast again.
He really needs to eat better.
He’s going to lose all his teeth eventually. I’ll be hand-feeding him when I’m 40 and he‘s 31!
Daisuke just shook his head, picturing Mao’s disgruntled face at hearing that comment.
Grabbing his jacket with his toast in hand, he left his apartment.
As he rode the subway to rehearsals, he pondered: what is Mao doing now?
Is he heading to rehearsals as well?
I hope he’s careful. He can be pretty out of it sometimes.
I’m sure he probably missed the train again today!
Chuckling to himself as an old woman stares at him like he was crazy…
He coughed nervously in hand, smiled at the woman, and then turned to look out the window. The woman’s stare didn’t leave him until he got off.
As he passed by the café as his way to studio, he mused: That cake looks delicious! Mao would love that cake.
Maybe we should come here on a date?
Maybe I should buy some for him to eat at my apartment?
I can imagine the look on his face.
That look of surprise, blushing with happiness.
The older man laughed out loud once again, making the people walking him pass him to stop and stare at him strangely.
This time, he ignored the stares, and continued on his way to work.
When he entered the dressing room and chatted with his co-stars, he daydreamed: Where are you now, Mao? Who are you talking to?
Are they chatting with you? Teasing you? Like I always do?
Are you laughing with them? At them? Are you blushing cutely? Are you smiling?
Smiling the way that you always do. That beautiful, cheerful way that you do.
I’m sure that they’re smiling back.
It’s hard to smile with someone as cute as Mao around.
He’d smile proudly to himself, catching his co-workers off guard.
“What is it, Watanabe-san? Why are you smiling? Are you thinking about a girl?”
“Really?! You have a girlfriend, Dai-chan?”
“Darn! Lucky girl!”
He would shake himself out his thoughts and say ‘of course not!’. Laughing in embarrassment, he would start up a random conversation about politics, making them more suspicious.
When he rehearsed his lines with one of the actresses, his thoughts ran wild: She’s cute but not as cute as Mao.
Her hair would be much cuter if it was shorter and lighter brown.
If she was taller and with broader shoulders.
If her hazel eyes were a deep chocolate filled with admiration.
If her hands slightly rougher, callused from years holding a tennis racket.
If her laughter were deeper and her smile wider, brighter, purer.
If she….
“Watanabe-san? Watanabe-san!”
Daisuke blinked, “Yes?”
“I’m sorry, but it’s your line?”
“Waah! Gomenasai!”
When he sat at home alone that night since Mao had not been able to grace him with his presence for the past two weeks.(which he could easily do, using the apartment key that Daisuke made for him), he wondered: Is Mao still out?
It’s freezing outside. I hope he has a jacket with him.
He gets colds so easily. I’d hate for him to get sick again.
Though, it wouldn’t be so bad to “take care” of him.
Still, I’d kick him for making me worry. Maybe I should call him?
Nah, it’s too late. He’s probably already asleep….
As he lay alone in an empty bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact with the space to his left, so empty and cold, he would dream: Mao, are you sleeping now?
Are you dreaming? If so, what are you dreaming about?
Are you dreaming about the day? About rehearsals? About your family?
Are you wishing, that you were laying next to me, and I was kissing you ‘good night’?
But there were thoughts that always went through his mind, as he drifted off to sleep:
Do you know how much I have thought about you? Am thinking of you now?
I’m sure you don’t have the slightest idea….how much I am completely consumed by you, do you?
Tell me, Mao, are you thinking….are you dreaming of me right now?
****
Is it possible that you think about the same things I do?
Hamao Kyousuke woke up to the sound of his alarm screeching at him. Shutting off the alarm, he rolled over in his bed, and thinking to himself: It’s TOO early! This is miserable! How does Dai-chan do it?!
Speaking of Dai-chan, I wonder if he is already up by now?
I hope he’s had breakfast. It worries me when he leaves in a rush and doesn’t eat.
I’m so hungry, I really want some sweets!
Wait maybe not. Daisuke would probably scold me if he found out I had sweets for breakfast.
And he can be scary when he’s angry.
He shuddered at the thought while sitting at the breakfast table, slowing pushing the pile of sweets he had laid out away from him. Making his mother raise an eyebrow and immediately asked he was cold. To which he quickly shook his head, stating he was fine.
An hour later, he was sitting on the train heading to rehearsals, he pondered: I wonder if Daisuke is already at rehearsals?
I hope he got there okay.
I’m sure he did. Daisuke is very mature and responsible like that. Unlike me.
I’m sure he would laugh at me for missing the first train this morning.
I can just imagine it now.
‘Dai-chan, it’s not funny!’ he let out unintentionally in response to his thoughts, as he pictured Daisuke teasing him about his childishness. The yell brought the attention of the train’s occupants who stared at him, surprised. Mao blushed and turned to look window.
After getting off the train, he walked passed a couple of convenience stores on the way. As he walked by he mused: I wonder if Daisuke went to the store recently?
I rarely see him buy food other than buying cigarettes. He really needs to stop that nasty habit.
He always sees me as being ’childish’ but he can be no different sometimes.
Really, he really needs more food at his apartment.
Maybe I can buy him some of his favorite foods?
He will be so happy the next time I see him.
Determined to buy some treats for his boyfriend the next time they met, Mao smiled to himself and continued to the studio.
As he sat talking with his co-workers in the practice room, he daydreamed: Dai-chan, what are you doing now?
Are you working hard and having fun as well?
Are you laughing and smiling with everyone too?
Laughing that cheerful laugh that can make even gloomiest person smile and laugh with you?
The laugh that sounds like that of a wind chime.
The laugh that always cheers me up, no matter what.
“Hamao-chan?”
He let out a startled: “Eh?”
“Are you okay? You look like you’re spacing out.”
“Are you thinking about someone, Mao? How cute~!”
Mao laughed nervously, while waving his hands in front of him in denial. Luckily, it was time to get back to work, so no more questions were asked that day.
“Hamao-san, good job! You were amazing today,” One of his coworkersexclaimed, as he circled an around Mao’s shoulders, in a congratulatory hug.
Mao smiled back but in his head, his thoughts were: He reminds me a lot of Daisuke.
Well, except for Daisuke’s laugh is deeper and more cheerful.
His eyes are a more striking brown, which grew darker with love.
His hair was longer and silkier, his smile more endearing.
His chin is chiseled more and his arms much more comforting as it rested on his shoulders.
As the other actor unhooked the arm around his shoulder and left, Mao could only question as to why he would even bother to compare the two anyway…
As he sat on his bed late that night, holding Roku in his arms, he wondered: I wonder if Dai-chan’s home yet?
Did he have dinner? Probably leftovers from last night I suppose.
I wonder if he is feeling alone by himself?
It can be so quiet in that apartment…
Maybe I should call him?
No, I don’t want to disturb him. He’s probably really tired.
And as the 20-year-old laid his head against his pillow to sleep, he would dream: Dai-chan, are you sleeping now?
Are you having pleasant dreams? Unfriendly nightmares?
Are you dreaming about something?
About someone?
Are you wishing I was laying next to you, as you kissed me ‘good night’?
But as just as his lover before him, as his eyes began to grow heavy and his body succumbing to sleep, his last thought entered his mind as he drifted off:
Dai-chan, do you have any idea how much I have thought about you? How much I worry about you?
I’m sure you have no clue….how much I am completely enthralled by you, do you?
Daisuke, are you thinking….are you dreaming of me right now?
****
I hope beyond all hope that you are…
And that no matter where you are or what you are doing…
I hope that you are always thinking of me…
As much as I am always thinking of you….
Oyasumi, Mao…
Oyasumi, Daisuke….
THE END
*****
Well that's it!
Sorry it's not very good. I actually wrote it in like 2 hours ^_^;; so I know it's not the best thing I've written, but I hope the message still comes through. And that everyone still enjoys it anyway :))
I actually wanted to just be in Daisuke's POV. But once I started writing I thought it would be interesting to have both of their thoughts at the same time. Of course, the point is that they are thinking about it each other in the same way. They just don't realize it. I was going to add some more, but I think it might be better to just end it the way it was and keep it short. What do you guys think? Is the ending ok?
I hope everyone liked cuteness because the next fic won't be as cute, it'll more tragic and angsty (which I like to write more ;DD) It'll be interesting to write a sad, angsty DaiMao fic, cause I've never done it before, but I will do my best. The angsty fic will probably be the last fic I will do before I go on my trip, so I will try to make it just as good as kot_kendra helped me picture ^___^
Anyway, it's getting late (somehow I always post my fics at 3AM O.o) so I will try to reply to everyone tmr!
Thanks for reading!
Couple: Watanabe Daisuke x Hamao Kyousuke (surprise, surprise lol)
Genre: Cute, fluffy, sweet, a little sad (becoming my theme when writing DaiMao stories haha)
Beta'd: kot_kendra (who I am eternally grateful for staying up to read it for me *huggles*)
Word Count: 1652
Summary:
Do you think of me?
Do you think of me every hour, every minute, every second of every day?
Do you think of me, the way I think of you?
****
There wasn’t a moment in the day that Daisuke did not think of Mao.
When he woke up that morning at 6 a.m., he sighed at the site of the empty spot next to him. Usually occupied by his younger lover, who he had not seen for a couple of weeks.
As he got dressed for the day, he thought to himself: was Mao still asleep?
Did he have breakfast yet?
I hope he’s not eating sweets for breakfast again.
He really needs to eat better.
He’s going to lose all his teeth eventually. I’ll be hand-feeding him when I’m 40 and he‘s 31!
Daisuke just shook his head, picturing Mao’s disgruntled face at hearing that comment.
Grabbing his jacket with his toast in hand, he left his apartment.
As he rode the subway to rehearsals, he pondered: what is Mao doing now?
Is he heading to rehearsals as well?
I hope he’s careful. He can be pretty out of it sometimes.
I’m sure he probably missed the train again today!
Chuckling to himself as an old woman stares at him like he was crazy…
He coughed nervously in hand, smiled at the woman, and then turned to look out the window. The woman’s stare didn’t leave him until he got off.
As he passed by the café as his way to studio, he mused: That cake looks delicious! Mao would love that cake.
Maybe we should come here on a date?
Maybe I should buy some for him to eat at my apartment?
I can imagine the look on his face.
That look of surprise, blushing with happiness.
The older man laughed out loud once again, making the people walking him pass him to stop and stare at him strangely.
This time, he ignored the stares, and continued on his way to work.
When he entered the dressing room and chatted with his co-stars, he daydreamed: Where are you now, Mao? Who are you talking to?
Are they chatting with you? Teasing you? Like I always do?
Are you laughing with them? At them? Are you blushing cutely? Are you smiling?
Smiling the way that you always do. That beautiful, cheerful way that you do.
I’m sure that they’re smiling back.
It’s hard to smile with someone as cute as Mao around.
He’d smile proudly to himself, catching his co-workers off guard.
“What is it, Watanabe-san? Why are you smiling? Are you thinking about a girl?”
“Really?! You have a girlfriend, Dai-chan?”
“Darn! Lucky girl!”
He would shake himself out his thoughts and say ‘of course not!’. Laughing in embarrassment, he would start up a random conversation about politics, making them more suspicious.
When he rehearsed his lines with one of the actresses, his thoughts ran wild: She’s cute but not as cute as Mao.
Her hair would be much cuter if it was shorter and lighter brown.
If she was taller and with broader shoulders.
If her hazel eyes were a deep chocolate filled with admiration.
If her hands slightly rougher, callused from years holding a tennis racket.
If her laughter were deeper and her smile wider, brighter, purer.
If she….
“Watanabe-san? Watanabe-san!”
Daisuke blinked, “Yes?”
“I’m sorry, but it’s your line?”
“Waah! Gomenasai!”
When he sat at home alone that night since Mao had not been able to grace him with his presence for the past two weeks.(which he could easily do, using the apartment key that Daisuke made for him), he wondered: Is Mao still out?
It’s freezing outside. I hope he has a jacket with him.
He gets colds so easily. I’d hate for him to get sick again.
Though, it wouldn’t be so bad to “take care” of him.
Still, I’d kick him for making me worry. Maybe I should call him?
Nah, it’s too late. He’s probably already asleep….
As he lay alone in an empty bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact with the space to his left, so empty and cold, he would dream: Mao, are you sleeping now?
Are you dreaming? If so, what are you dreaming about?
Are you dreaming about the day? About rehearsals? About your family?
Are you wishing, that you were laying next to me, and I was kissing you ‘good night’?
But there were thoughts that always went through his mind, as he drifted off to sleep:
Do you know how much I have thought about you? Am thinking of you now?
I’m sure you don’t have the slightest idea….how much I am completely consumed by you, do you?
Tell me, Mao, are you thinking….are you dreaming of me right now?
****
Is it possible that you think about the same things I do?
Hamao Kyousuke woke up to the sound of his alarm screeching at him. Shutting off the alarm, he rolled over in his bed, and thinking to himself: It’s TOO early! This is miserable! How does Dai-chan do it?!
Speaking of Dai-chan, I wonder if he is already up by now?
I hope he’s had breakfast. It worries me when he leaves in a rush and doesn’t eat.
I’m so hungry, I really want some sweets!
Wait maybe not. Daisuke would probably scold me if he found out I had sweets for breakfast.
And he can be scary when he’s angry.
He shuddered at the thought while sitting at the breakfast table, slowing pushing the pile of sweets he had laid out away from him. Making his mother raise an eyebrow and immediately asked he was cold. To which he quickly shook his head, stating he was fine.
An hour later, he was sitting on the train heading to rehearsals, he pondered: I wonder if Daisuke is already at rehearsals?
I hope he got there okay.
I’m sure he did. Daisuke is very mature and responsible like that. Unlike me.
I’m sure he would laugh at me for missing the first train this morning.
I can just imagine it now.
‘Dai-chan, it’s not funny!’ he let out unintentionally in response to his thoughts, as he pictured Daisuke teasing him about his childishness. The yell brought the attention of the train’s occupants who stared at him, surprised. Mao blushed and turned to look window.
After getting off the train, he walked passed a couple of convenience stores on the way. As he walked by he mused: I wonder if Daisuke went to the store recently?
I rarely see him buy food other than buying cigarettes. He really needs to stop that nasty habit.
He always sees me as being ’childish’ but he can be no different sometimes.
Really, he really needs more food at his apartment.
Maybe I can buy him some of his favorite foods?
He will be so happy the next time I see him.
Determined to buy some treats for his boyfriend the next time they met, Mao smiled to himself and continued to the studio.
As he sat talking with his co-workers in the practice room, he daydreamed: Dai-chan, what are you doing now?
Are you working hard and having fun as well?
Are you laughing and smiling with everyone too?
Laughing that cheerful laugh that can make even gloomiest person smile and laugh with you?
The laugh that sounds like that of a wind chime.
The laugh that always cheers me up, no matter what.
“Hamao-chan?”
He let out a startled: “Eh?”
“Are you okay? You look like you’re spacing out.”
“Are you thinking about someone, Mao? How cute~!”
Mao laughed nervously, while waving his hands in front of him in denial. Luckily, it was time to get back to work, so no more questions were asked that day.
“Hamao-san, good job! You were amazing today,” One of his coworkersexclaimed, as he circled an around Mao’s shoulders, in a congratulatory hug.
Mao smiled back but in his head, his thoughts were: He reminds me a lot of Daisuke.
Well, except for Daisuke’s laugh is deeper and more cheerful.
His eyes are a more striking brown, which grew darker with love.
His hair was longer and silkier, his smile more endearing.
His chin is chiseled more and his arms much more comforting as it rested on his shoulders.
As the other actor unhooked the arm around his shoulder and left, Mao could only question as to why he would even bother to compare the two anyway…
As he sat on his bed late that night, holding Roku in his arms, he wondered: I wonder if Dai-chan’s home yet?
Did he have dinner? Probably leftovers from last night I suppose.
I wonder if he is feeling alone by himself?
It can be so quiet in that apartment…
Maybe I should call him?
No, I don’t want to disturb him. He’s probably really tired.
And as the 20-year-old laid his head against his pillow to sleep, he would dream: Dai-chan, are you sleeping now?
Are you having pleasant dreams? Unfriendly nightmares?
Are you dreaming about something?
About someone?
Are you wishing I was laying next to you, as you kissed me ‘good night’?
But as just as his lover before him, as his eyes began to grow heavy and his body succumbing to sleep, his last thought entered his mind as he drifted off:
Dai-chan, do you have any idea how much I have thought about you? How much I worry about you?
I’m sure you have no clue….how much I am completely enthralled by you, do you?
Daisuke, are you thinking….are you dreaming of me right now?
****
I hope beyond all hope that you are…
And that no matter where you are or what you are doing…
I hope that you are always thinking of me…
As much as I am always thinking of you….
Oyasumi, Mao…
Oyasumi, Daisuke….
THE END
*****
Well that's it!
Sorry it's not very good. I actually wrote it in like 2 hours ^_^;; so I know it's not the best thing I've written, but I hope the message still comes through. And that everyone still enjoys it anyway :))
I actually wanted to just be in Daisuke's POV. But once I started writing I thought it would be interesting to have both of their thoughts at the same time. Of course, the point is that they are thinking about it each other in the same way. They just don't realize it. I was going to add some more, but I think it might be better to just end it the way it was and keep it short. What do you guys think? Is the ending ok?
I hope everyone liked cuteness because the next fic won't be as cute, it'll more tragic and angsty (which I like to write more ;DD) It'll be interesting to write a sad, angsty DaiMao fic, cause I've never done it before, but I will do my best. The angsty fic will probably be the last fic I will do before I go on my trip, so I will try to make it just as good as kot_kendra helped me picture ^___^
Anyway, it's getting late (somehow I always post my fics at 3AM O.o) so I will try to reply to everyone tmr!
Thanks for reading!