December Drabble Fest - Day 9
Title : December Drabble Fest Day 9 : Love you I do
Rating : R?
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Gen Arashi Friendship
Summary : He felt so homesick that it was almost ridiculous, but it was there, undeniably real and certain, like Nino’s feelings for the older man.
Note : Circa 2006 - 2008. Continuation of Day 6, enjoy! Three days behind, sorry!
(December Drabble Fest Day 8)
It took him barely two weeks to keep the urge reined in, but when he couldn’t anymore, he threw caution to the wind and found himself dialing Ohno’s cellphone number during his second break from filming that day.
He’d foregone staying in the breakroom to make this call - he probably won’t ever get over the fact that here, the actors’ waiting rooms are so different to what they have back in Japan - and instead walked around the filming location for a spot where he’s certain he won’t be interrupted.
He’d have to excuse himself from some of the staffs who have called him out, asking him where he was going, walking a bit far back until he found the perfect spot. The signal was pretty good when he checked, muttering to himself as he scrolled through his contacts, inhaling shakily once he found Ohno’s contact number and stared at it for a moment. Then he stopped thinking and allowed his urge to take over, slapping his phone to his ear once he’d pressed the Call key and waited.
The standard ringing sound didn’t help sooth his frayed nerves, darting his gaze from his fingers twisting the hem of his undershirt neurotically while he bit on his bottom lip anxiously. The seconds seem to drag on for forever, and he’s this close from opting on ending the call instead of allowing himself to hear the automated response from Ohno’s phone.
He didn’t, though, even though it was taking him all of his reserved courage not to do exactly that, braving through his anxiety like a total freak, only to hear Ohno’s voice and to make sure the idiot hadn’t forgotten him yet.
It’s difficult, because Nino’s certain that wasn’t the case, but it didn’t stop him from worrying either. It wasn’t like he could blame Ohno for not calling - they all agreed that Nino would be the one calling them if his schedule permit it - still, the fact that he hadn’t been able to hear Ohno’s voice for so long was dreading as it was frustrating.
Back in Japan, he’d never had any problem like this, the feeling like he’d spontaneously combust if he couldn’t hear Ohno’s voice now, as soon as possible, because there, Ohno was always within his reach. That even though there had no chance for them to see each other for a couple of days, because of coinciding day-offs and individual work commitments, he knew that that was just temporary.
Well, this was temporary, too - Nino wouldn’t have agreed to this if this wasn’t, of course, of course - but this, this was different. He wasn’t in Japan and Ohno was nowhere near, and the fact that he had no choice but to stay here during the whole filming duration (three fucking months, goddamnit), missing everyone back home, was just totally ruining it for Nino.
A click, then the sound of a familiar hum broke through Nino’s internal mulling, almost dropping his phone in haste as he forced his voice box to work, enough to croak out a very undignified “Hello?” in lieu of saying something embarrassing.
“Nino, hey.” there came Ohno’s voice, and Nino found himself gripping his phone tightly to his ear while biting back the huge grin from seriously splitting his face in half. It was hard, especially when he couldn’t help himself. It felt too good to hear Ohno’s voice, and that was that.
“Leader,” he countered, when he had better hold on himself that he could at least force his mouth to say something instead of just making croaking noises as he stood there, listening to Ohno breathing from the other end.
“How are you?” he followed, biting his tongue before it traitorously add something shameful like Did you miss me like I miss you?, and instead settled on, “How’s everyone doing? I’m sorry I couldn’t call as much as I wanted to. Our filming schedule is crazy, I mean -”
“It’s okay,” Ohno cut in, like he meant it, sounding like he was smiling and maybe, he was. Nino could tell that much, at least, since he was grinning himself and man, he should stop. He probably looked so much a creep now, Jesus Christ.
“We know you’re busy. I was going to call but I didn’t, sorry, because Sho-kun told me you might not answer. So I didn’t. But I wanted to, I promise.” Ohno added, and Nino shut his eyes and bit his lips, the surge of emotion at Ohno’s admission was too strong he felt the ache down to the marrow of his bones.
He felt so homesick that it was almost ridiculous, but it was there, undeniably real and certain, like Nino’s feelings for the older man. Well, it was useless to deny it now, even if he wanted to, because he would only make things harder for himself. The distance alone was enough to make his heart hurt in the most embarrassing ways, and he was this close from telling Ohno he badly missed him, that there was nothing he wanted right now but to see Ohno and hold him close, tell him how much he loved him, for quite so long now, but he held himself.
He knew that that moment would come, and if it did, he knew he’d be ready. It wouldn’t feel right if he would say it now, when he couldn’t even see Ohno’s face to gauge Ohno’s reaction. If he was going to brave it all, he wanted to do it face to face, and he would.
He would. Some day.
For now, he was going to hold on to these moments, to the memories of Ohno’s quiet voice from the other end asking him how he was doing, if he was eating right and to make sure he’s taking good care of himself, that they’re waiting for his return, knowing that soon enough, he’d be with them, that he’d be with Ohno. Soon.
And he couldn’t wait.
(December Drabble Fest Day 10)
Rating : R?
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Gen Arashi Friendship
Summary : He felt so homesick that it was almost ridiculous, but it was there, undeniably real and certain, like Nino’s feelings for the older man.
Note : Circa 2006 - 2008. Continuation of Day 6, enjoy! Three days behind, sorry!
(December Drabble Fest Day 8)
It took him barely two weeks to keep the urge reined in, but when he couldn’t anymore, he threw caution to the wind and found himself dialing Ohno’s cellphone number during his second break from filming that day.
He’d foregone staying in the breakroom to make this call - he probably won’t ever get over the fact that here, the actors’ waiting rooms are so different to what they have back in Japan - and instead walked around the filming location for a spot where he’s certain he won’t be interrupted.
He’d have to excuse himself from some of the staffs who have called him out, asking him where he was going, walking a bit far back until he found the perfect spot. The signal was pretty good when he checked, muttering to himself as he scrolled through his contacts, inhaling shakily once he found Ohno’s contact number and stared at it for a moment. Then he stopped thinking and allowed his urge to take over, slapping his phone to his ear once he’d pressed the Call key and waited.
The standard ringing sound didn’t help sooth his frayed nerves, darting his gaze from his fingers twisting the hem of his undershirt neurotically while he bit on his bottom lip anxiously. The seconds seem to drag on for forever, and he’s this close from opting on ending the call instead of allowing himself to hear the automated response from Ohno’s phone.
He didn’t, though, even though it was taking him all of his reserved courage not to do exactly that, braving through his anxiety like a total freak, only to hear Ohno’s voice and to make sure the idiot hadn’t forgotten him yet.
It’s difficult, because Nino’s certain that wasn’t the case, but it didn’t stop him from worrying either. It wasn’t like he could blame Ohno for not calling - they all agreed that Nino would be the one calling them if his schedule permit it - still, the fact that he hadn’t been able to hear Ohno’s voice for so long was dreading as it was frustrating.
Back in Japan, he’d never had any problem like this, the feeling like he’d spontaneously combust if he couldn’t hear Ohno’s voice now, as soon as possible, because there, Ohno was always within his reach. That even though there had no chance for them to see each other for a couple of days, because of coinciding day-offs and individual work commitments, he knew that that was just temporary.
Well, this was temporary, too - Nino wouldn’t have agreed to this if this wasn’t, of course, of course - but this, this was different. He wasn’t in Japan and Ohno was nowhere near, and the fact that he had no choice but to stay here during the whole filming duration (three fucking months, goddamnit), missing everyone back home, was just totally ruining it for Nino.
A click, then the sound of a familiar hum broke through Nino’s internal mulling, almost dropping his phone in haste as he forced his voice box to work, enough to croak out a very undignified “Hello?” in lieu of saying something embarrassing.
“Nino, hey.” there came Ohno’s voice, and Nino found himself gripping his phone tightly to his ear while biting back the huge grin from seriously splitting his face in half. It was hard, especially when he couldn’t help himself. It felt too good to hear Ohno’s voice, and that was that.
“Leader,” he countered, when he had better hold on himself that he could at least force his mouth to say something instead of just making croaking noises as he stood there, listening to Ohno breathing from the other end.
“How are you?” he followed, biting his tongue before it traitorously add something shameful like Did you miss me like I miss you?, and instead settled on, “How’s everyone doing? I’m sorry I couldn’t call as much as I wanted to. Our filming schedule is crazy, I mean -”
“It’s okay,” Ohno cut in, like he meant it, sounding like he was smiling and maybe, he was. Nino could tell that much, at least, since he was grinning himself and man, he should stop. He probably looked so much a creep now, Jesus Christ.
“We know you’re busy. I was going to call but I didn’t, sorry, because Sho-kun told me you might not answer. So I didn’t. But I wanted to, I promise.” Ohno added, and Nino shut his eyes and bit his lips, the surge of emotion at Ohno’s admission was too strong he felt the ache down to the marrow of his bones.
He felt so homesick that it was almost ridiculous, but it was there, undeniably real and certain, like Nino’s feelings for the older man. Well, it was useless to deny it now, even if he wanted to, because he would only make things harder for himself. The distance alone was enough to make his heart hurt in the most embarrassing ways, and he was this close from telling Ohno he badly missed him, that there was nothing he wanted right now but to see Ohno and hold him close, tell him how much he loved him, for quite so long now, but he held himself.
He knew that that moment would come, and if it did, he knew he’d be ready. It wouldn’t feel right if he would say it now, when he couldn’t even see Ohno’s face to gauge Ohno’s reaction. If he was going to brave it all, he wanted to do it face to face, and he would.
He would. Some day.
For now, he was going to hold on to these moments, to the memories of Ohno’s quiet voice from the other end asking him how he was doing, if he was eating right and to make sure he’s taking good care of himself, that they’re waiting for his return, knowing that soon enough, he’d be with them, that he’d be with Ohno. Soon.
And he couldn’t wait.
(December Drabble Fest Day 10)