December Drabble Fest - Day 13
Title : December Drabble Fest Day 13 : From this day on
Rating : PG
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Gen Arashi Friendship
Summary : Circa 2006. Nino's absence made him realize so many things, including his own feelings for the younger man.
Note : Posting three more. Continuation of Day 12. These three are all for ninonia_earth - my deepest condolences, dear /hugs
(December Drabble Fest Day 13)
The accident left him no choice but to stay home for at least a week until his foot is healed and he could practice again. During those days, he’d received not one, but at least three phone calls from Nino daily, short though they may be, because Nino said he simply wanted to check what he was doing.
He wanted to tell Nino that he’s fine - he’s honestly worried about Nino’s (undeniably staggering) phone bill, but he held himself. How could he, when he likes the attention enough to demand it stopped, even though he probably ought to.
Like this, it’s difficult not to feel - special. Well, extra special might be the right word, because that’s exactly how it feels after he’s talked to Nino. Even though the exchange would consist mainly of what food they’ve eaten, the weather, Nino’s otherwise crappy English, or mostly compressed version of what they did before the call, he couldn’t help but hope for something more.
It took him a while to get up to speed, but somehow, the call today are a little longer, maybe kind of different. He doesn’t realize it until Nino, sounding excited and a little breathless, blurted out that he supposed he’d be done with everything by this week and most certainly be able to book a flight home at the earliest.
“I’m scheduled for dubbing on Monday, after that they’ll start editing. If things work as planned, I’ll be home by Thursday. Hopefully.” Nino says.
He honestly doesn’t know what to say - he’s glad, maybe more than he could ever phrase the words without sounding like a heartbroken war bride - but as it is, he’s not sure how to say it. Then again, instead of saying something normal, like how a normal friend would, he settles with something idiotic like, “Should I wait for you in the airport?” and mentally slapping himself realizing how bizarre that sounds.
For one, he doesn’t have a car, much more a license, and taking a cab to pick up someone in the airport only to take another cab home is clearly a giant waste of time (and money), and he’s certain Nino will most likely tell him so. Also, if that’s the case, Nino will surely be picked up by someone from the company, and Ohno’s presence there would most likely just prompt a commotion of some sort if they are not careful.
“I don’t think that’s…a good idea.” Nino says, and the unspoken, Are you seriously that stupid?, remains unsaid. Ohno laughs despite himself.
“I know, I wasn’t thinking, I’m sorry.” he says, chuckles half-heartedly at the admission. It’s embarrassing, somehow, because he knows he’s just eager to see Nino in person. These phone calls have been well and good, but they still couldn’t be compared to how wonderful it is to have Nino close, and not just hearing his voice from a device where Ohno can’t feel him.
“I - It would be nice…if you - if you guys are there to…to welcome me home but - but I know that might not be possible. But I - I appreciate the sentiment, Leader, I swear. Just. I’m going to see you soon, anyway. I’ll be filming with you guys as soon as I’m able to, I promise.”
But I don’t think I can wait that long, he wants to stay, but he doesn’t want to make things between them awkward than they already are. So instead he settles on, “I - okay, Nino.” biting his tongue to keep himself saying more.
A long stretch of silence later, he hears Nino clear his throat from the other end before he speaks.
“Is it…is it okay, if I - still call you like - like this? Just while - while I’m still here?” Nino asks, lowly, and Ohno has to strain hard to hear him through the static noise. His heart does that skipping thing in his chest once again, shutting his eyes close for a moment and willing his heart to stop trying to beat its way out of his chest and killing him.
“I’d actually…I was actually going to ask you that.” he says, smiling to himself because he couldn’t help it. One day, in the near future, this has to stop, and he is certain that when that time comes, he’s ready, and he’s going to make sure Nino is, too.
It’s been a long time coming, he thinks, and someday, soon, it’ll be over. The awkward dance and the waiting, that is.
He honestly can’t help but look forward to it.
(December Drabble Fest Day 14)
Rating : PG
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Gen Arashi Friendship
Summary : Circa 2006. Nino's absence made him realize so many things, including his own feelings for the younger man.
Note : Posting three more. Continuation of Day 12. These three are all for ninonia_earth - my deepest condolences, dear /hugs
(December Drabble Fest Day 13)
The accident left him no choice but to stay home for at least a week until his foot is healed and he could practice again. During those days, he’d received not one, but at least three phone calls from Nino daily, short though they may be, because Nino said he simply wanted to check what he was doing.
He wanted to tell Nino that he’s fine - he’s honestly worried about Nino’s (undeniably staggering) phone bill, but he held himself. How could he, when he likes the attention enough to demand it stopped, even though he probably ought to.
Like this, it’s difficult not to feel - special. Well, extra special might be the right word, because that’s exactly how it feels after he’s talked to Nino. Even though the exchange would consist mainly of what food they’ve eaten, the weather, Nino’s otherwise crappy English, or mostly compressed version of what they did before the call, he couldn’t help but hope for something more.
It took him a while to get up to speed, but somehow, the call today are a little longer, maybe kind of different. He doesn’t realize it until Nino, sounding excited and a little breathless, blurted out that he supposed he’d be done with everything by this week and most certainly be able to book a flight home at the earliest.
“I’m scheduled for dubbing on Monday, after that they’ll start editing. If things work as planned, I’ll be home by Thursday. Hopefully.” Nino says.
He honestly doesn’t know what to say - he’s glad, maybe more than he could ever phrase the words without sounding like a heartbroken war bride - but as it is, he’s not sure how to say it. Then again, instead of saying something normal, like how a normal friend would, he settles with something idiotic like, “Should I wait for you in the airport?” and mentally slapping himself realizing how bizarre that sounds.
For one, he doesn’t have a car, much more a license, and taking a cab to pick up someone in the airport only to take another cab home is clearly a giant waste of time (and money), and he’s certain Nino will most likely tell him so. Also, if that’s the case, Nino will surely be picked up by someone from the company, and Ohno’s presence there would most likely just prompt a commotion of some sort if they are not careful.
“I don’t think that’s…a good idea.” Nino says, and the unspoken, Are you seriously that stupid?, remains unsaid. Ohno laughs despite himself.
“I know, I wasn’t thinking, I’m sorry.” he says, chuckles half-heartedly at the admission. It’s embarrassing, somehow, because he knows he’s just eager to see Nino in person. These phone calls have been well and good, but they still couldn’t be compared to how wonderful it is to have Nino close, and not just hearing his voice from a device where Ohno can’t feel him.
“I - It would be nice…if you - if you guys are there to…to welcome me home but - but I know that might not be possible. But I - I appreciate the sentiment, Leader, I swear. Just. I’m going to see you soon, anyway. I’ll be filming with you guys as soon as I’m able to, I promise.”
But I don’t think I can wait that long, he wants to stay, but he doesn’t want to make things between them awkward than they already are. So instead he settles on, “I - okay, Nino.” biting his tongue to keep himself saying more.
A long stretch of silence later, he hears Nino clear his throat from the other end before he speaks.
“Is it…is it okay, if I - still call you like - like this? Just while - while I’m still here?” Nino asks, lowly, and Ohno has to strain hard to hear him through the static noise. His heart does that skipping thing in his chest once again, shutting his eyes close for a moment and willing his heart to stop trying to beat its way out of his chest and killing him.
“I’d actually…I was actually going to ask you that.” he says, smiling to himself because he couldn’t help it. One day, in the near future, this has to stop, and he is certain that when that time comes, he’s ready, and he’s going to make sure Nino is, too.
It’s been a long time coming, he thinks, and someday, soon, it’ll be over. The awkward dance and the waiting, that is.
He honestly can’t help but look forward to it.
(December Drabble Fest Day 14)