December Drabble Fest - Day 16
Title : December Drabble Fest Day 16 : In your arms
Rating : PG / Angst / Romance
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 : I'm back. Been writing but couldn't post them fics, sorry, so here they are. Continuation of Day 13
( December Drabble Fest Day 15)
“So, you’re saying you’ve wrapped up the filming yesterday? When are you going home then?” Ohno asks, sounding slightly breathless. Nino gives a chuckle - he can’t exactly help it - as he reaches for the half-empty can of beer he’s been nursing for quite a while and takes a careful sip, swallowing the urge to to tell Ohno he’s already in the airport, waiting to board.
He wants to but he thinks he better not. He’s this close from asking Ohno to be there, to come see him at the airport, but knows he’s being stupid.
“No idea,” he says, biting the inside of his cheek. Thankfully, his manager is somewhere far, dealing with their luggage. “Ji-chan should be able to book one soon, but until now, I’m not sure what’s the hold up. I’ll message you as soon as I have the details, I promise.”
A beat, and then there’s some shuffling sounds coming from Ohno’s end. Nino close his eyes, imagining how Ohno must look right now, stretched further on the bed (or on the sofa), phone squeezed in the juncture between his neck and shoulder, staring up the ceiling while they both listen to each other’s breathing.
“Yeah, please do that.” Ohno says, as if he’s ran out of words somehow. Nino smiles through the undefinable urge to hold the other man, now. Hearing his voice from thousands of miles away should have been enough, but somehow, it’s not anymore. He doesn’t know how he’s held on those past few months when he’s barely holding it together now, and he’s certain that if Ohno does see him in the airport, he’ll do something he knows he will regret later.
“Don’t expect any presents, though,” he jokes, a very lame attempt at covering what his lips wants to say. Hang up, he wants to tell Ohno, hang up before I say something terrible, but instead settles on, “Got no money nor the time to shop, is why.”
Ohno laughs in answer, and the sound of it immediately goes straight to his home-sick heart. God, what wouldn’t he give to hear that sound face to face, right now, but as it is, he still needs to wait a few more days until he can. He couldn’t wait already.
“Don’t worry, Nino, we aren’t,” Ohno says, chuckling still. Nino bites his lips, imagining Ohno’s face right now and missing him, more than ever. “Just. Just come home. We miss you.”
That just hit Nino in ways he can’t ever comprehend so instead of ending up sobbing inelegantly listening to Ohno rambling, he chokes out a, “Ah, I have to go, Leader! Someone’s knocking on the door, talk to you later!” and hangs up.
His manager, however, chooses that moment to pop out somewhere from his left to ask him if he wants some sandwich or something. Nino nods without saying anything, watching his manager’s retreating back as he leaves.
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More than ten hours and two ridiculously boring flights later, Nino is finally back home, dragging his feet alongside his manager in the airport, past the immigration and towards the baggage area. Helping his manager haul the last of their luggage and loading them onto two separate trolleys before mechanically pushing his trolley towards the direction his manager is heading.
He feels like the dead walking and knows he looks like it, too. He never really did like flying, and for what it’s worth, at least he’s back home and hopefully could rest for a few days before he’s needed somewhere else for work.
Somehow, it is inevitable that he’ll end up thinking of Ohno the minute after. He heaves a sigh and mentally chastises himself. Well, he knows this can’t go on forever; he’d have to decide at some point, whether leaving things as they are is the better option or the opposite.
Quite frankly, choosing either of the two is scary. He’s not that stupid to think that it’s not, not after spending years loving Ohno in silence. That part is fucking epic all on its own, and Nino, after spending these past three months away from everything he’s known, things he’s used to and love, away from Ohno, is certain there couldn’t be any worse than that.
If he’s able to live through the past years not saying anything, he doesn’t think it would still be possible now. One way or another, he’s going to brave the fear and tell Ohno what he feels, what he’s always felt for the other man, and that’s that.
He just needs to make sure his heart is ready to accept whatever Ohno’s answer would be.
“Ah, looks like we’re saved!” his manager exclaiming next to him pulls him back to the present, even tapping him on the shoulder for good measure. He frowns, then remembers to follow his manager’s line of sight.
“It’s Hori-san,” his manager says, pointing. Nino blinks, wondering what in hell Ohno’s manager is doing out here in the airport at this time, then remembers what his manager was saying a while ago, that they’re saved. Ohno’s manager is picking them up? “Oh, I love this dude. Come on, Ninomiya-kun.”
“Wait, wait wait,” he says, tugging his manager’s sleeves. He squints, ducking down to check, but as far as he can see, there’s only Ohno’s manager in the van. Nino watches as the older man opens the drivers’ seat and hops out, grinning at them.
“Welcome home,” Hori-san says, slapping his manager on the back before he does the same to Nino. Nino blinks again. “I came to pick you up.”
“Hori-san, how did you know we’re -” he asks, but the older man waving his hand over cuts him off, jabbing a finger towards his manager’s back who is currently busy loading their luggage at the back.
“Well, he told me.”
“Haaaa?” he whines, turning to his manager with a mildly-reproachful glare. “Didn’t I tell you to keep this a secret?”
“I told him not to tell anyone!” his manager bites back. “And besides, if I didn’t tell him, who would pick us up? I’m sure as hell you’ll whine if we ended up taking a cab home together.”
“But -”
“No buts! Get in the van so we could go home already! You’re tired, we both are, so let’s not argue anymore.” his manager cuts in, and Nino knows he’s lost. Also, his manager has a point, and evidently, he’s too tired to even think of asking Ohno’s manager if he really did keep this to himself, that he didn’t tell anyone about them coming home today.
So, he doesn’t, sighs as he mentally tells himself to just be grateful he doesn’t have to squeeze himself in a cab and pay for the ride, too, and gets in the van, only vaguely hearing Hori-san talking in the background.
He throws his bag on the floor, gripping the front seat’s back to steady himself, grappling for something to hold on to as he gets inside as it’s pretty dark, Hori-san obviously not bothering turning on the light, and promptly squeaks when he slams face-first into something firm but equally soft.
“Hi, Nino. Welcome home, Nino.” a painfully familiar voice follows soon after, and Nino gapes, in combined shock and glee, raising his head and finding himself staring into the familiar sight of Ohno’s brown eyes, darting his gaze downward to Ohno’s equally familiar smile.
He forgets himself for a moment there as he promptly throws his arms around Ohno, vaguely feeling Ohno’s arms bracketing around him at the same time, as he buries his face into the hollow of Ohno’s throat to breathe him in.
He’s home. At last.
(December Drabble Fest Day 17)
Rating : PG / Angst / Romance
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 : I'm back. Been writing but couldn't post them fics, sorry, so here they are. Continuation of Day 13
( December Drabble Fest Day 15)
“So, you’re saying you’ve wrapped up the filming yesterday? When are you going home then?” Ohno asks, sounding slightly breathless. Nino gives a chuckle - he can’t exactly help it - as he reaches for the half-empty can of beer he’s been nursing for quite a while and takes a careful sip, swallowing the urge to to tell Ohno he’s already in the airport, waiting to board.
He wants to but he thinks he better not. He’s this close from asking Ohno to be there, to come see him at the airport, but knows he’s being stupid.
“No idea,” he says, biting the inside of his cheek. Thankfully, his manager is somewhere far, dealing with their luggage. “Ji-chan should be able to book one soon, but until now, I’m not sure what’s the hold up. I’ll message you as soon as I have the details, I promise.”
A beat, and then there’s some shuffling sounds coming from Ohno’s end. Nino close his eyes, imagining how Ohno must look right now, stretched further on the bed (or on the sofa), phone squeezed in the juncture between his neck and shoulder, staring up the ceiling while they both listen to each other’s breathing.
“Yeah, please do that.” Ohno says, as if he’s ran out of words somehow. Nino smiles through the undefinable urge to hold the other man, now. Hearing his voice from thousands of miles away should have been enough, but somehow, it’s not anymore. He doesn’t know how he’s held on those past few months when he’s barely holding it together now, and he’s certain that if Ohno does see him in the airport, he’ll do something he knows he will regret later.
“Don’t expect any presents, though,” he jokes, a very lame attempt at covering what his lips wants to say. Hang up, he wants to tell Ohno, hang up before I say something terrible, but instead settles on, “Got no money nor the time to shop, is why.”
Ohno laughs in answer, and the sound of it immediately goes straight to his home-sick heart. God, what wouldn’t he give to hear that sound face to face, right now, but as it is, he still needs to wait a few more days until he can. He couldn’t wait already.
“Don’t worry, Nino, we aren’t,” Ohno says, chuckling still. Nino bites his lips, imagining Ohno’s face right now and missing him, more than ever. “Just. Just come home. We miss you.”
That just hit Nino in ways he can’t ever comprehend so instead of ending up sobbing inelegantly listening to Ohno rambling, he chokes out a, “Ah, I have to go, Leader! Someone’s knocking on the door, talk to you later!” and hangs up.
His manager, however, chooses that moment to pop out somewhere from his left to ask him if he wants some sandwich or something. Nino nods without saying anything, watching his manager’s retreating back as he leaves.
++
More than ten hours and two ridiculously boring flights later, Nino is finally back home, dragging his feet alongside his manager in the airport, past the immigration and towards the baggage area. Helping his manager haul the last of their luggage and loading them onto two separate trolleys before mechanically pushing his trolley towards the direction his manager is heading.
He feels like the dead walking and knows he looks like it, too. He never really did like flying, and for what it’s worth, at least he’s back home and hopefully could rest for a few days before he’s needed somewhere else for work.
Somehow, it is inevitable that he’ll end up thinking of Ohno the minute after. He heaves a sigh and mentally chastises himself. Well, he knows this can’t go on forever; he’d have to decide at some point, whether leaving things as they are is the better option or the opposite.
Quite frankly, choosing either of the two is scary. He’s not that stupid to think that it’s not, not after spending years loving Ohno in silence. That part is fucking epic all on its own, and Nino, after spending these past three months away from everything he’s known, things he’s used to and love, away from Ohno, is certain there couldn’t be any worse than that.
If he’s able to live through the past years not saying anything, he doesn’t think it would still be possible now. One way or another, he’s going to brave the fear and tell Ohno what he feels, what he’s always felt for the other man, and that’s that.
He just needs to make sure his heart is ready to accept whatever Ohno’s answer would be.
“Ah, looks like we’re saved!” his manager exclaiming next to him pulls him back to the present, even tapping him on the shoulder for good measure. He frowns, then remembers to follow his manager’s line of sight.
“It’s Hori-san,” his manager says, pointing. Nino blinks, wondering what in hell Ohno’s manager is doing out here in the airport at this time, then remembers what his manager was saying a while ago, that they’re saved. Ohno’s manager is picking them up? “Oh, I love this dude. Come on, Ninomiya-kun.”
“Wait, wait wait,” he says, tugging his manager’s sleeves. He squints, ducking down to check, but as far as he can see, there’s only Ohno’s manager in the van. Nino watches as the older man opens the drivers’ seat and hops out, grinning at them.
“Welcome home,” Hori-san says, slapping his manager on the back before he does the same to Nino. Nino blinks again. “I came to pick you up.”
“Hori-san, how did you know we’re -” he asks, but the older man waving his hand over cuts him off, jabbing a finger towards his manager’s back who is currently busy loading their luggage at the back.
“Well, he told me.”
“Haaaa?” he whines, turning to his manager with a mildly-reproachful glare. “Didn’t I tell you to keep this a secret?”
“I told him not to tell anyone!” his manager bites back. “And besides, if I didn’t tell him, who would pick us up? I’m sure as hell you’ll whine if we ended up taking a cab home together.”
“But -”
“No buts! Get in the van so we could go home already! You’re tired, we both are, so let’s not argue anymore.” his manager cuts in, and Nino knows he’s lost. Also, his manager has a point, and evidently, he’s too tired to even think of asking Ohno’s manager if he really did keep this to himself, that he didn’t tell anyone about them coming home today.
So, he doesn’t, sighs as he mentally tells himself to just be grateful he doesn’t have to squeeze himself in a cab and pay for the ride, too, and gets in the van, only vaguely hearing Hori-san talking in the background.
He throws his bag on the floor, gripping the front seat’s back to steady himself, grappling for something to hold on to as he gets inside as it’s pretty dark, Hori-san obviously not bothering turning on the light, and promptly squeaks when he slams face-first into something firm but equally soft.
“Hi, Nino. Welcome home, Nino.” a painfully familiar voice follows soon after, and Nino gapes, in combined shock and glee, raising his head and finding himself staring into the familiar sight of Ohno’s brown eyes, darting his gaze downward to Ohno’s equally familiar smile.
He forgets himself for a moment there as he promptly throws his arms around Ohno, vaguely feeling Ohno’s arms bracketing around him at the same time, as he buries his face into the hollow of Ohno’s throat to breathe him in.
He’s home. At last.
(December Drabble Fest Day 17)