December Drabble Fest - Day 19
Title : December Drabble Fest Day 19 : Patience
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 : Last One. Very sorry for flooding your feed. I will try to reply to comments this weekend, thank you. Continuation of Day 17
(December Drabble Fest Day 18)
To Nino’s utter disappointment, Ohno opted on going home with his manager instead of staying back to be with him.
But he guessed that for once, Ohno has a point.
He’s tired, he’s jet-lagged, and despite the fact that he is trying so hard to make it so he’s still up to speed, he couldn’t. It’s obvious that it it doesn’t matter whether he’s determined enough to stay up for Ohno, since he is expecting some rather lengthy explanation with regards to Ohno’s very abrupt, and very unexpected confession, but his body, sadly, presently wasn’t equipped to stay conscious long enough for this to happen.
Ohno had at least found the grace to come up with him to his apartment to help him with his bags, had even helped him open the door for him when he could barely do it himself because of how sluggish he already was. He’d hardly noticed Ohno pushing the door open and gently steering him inside with a hand settled across the small of his back, lingering just by the door and making sure he got in safely before he’d had to leave.
He knew he’d said something about inviting Ohno inside but Ohno simply chuckled and shook his head. Instead, Ohno took a small step forward with a smile that warmed Nino to his toes, reaching over to cup his cheek on one hand and tugging him forward to press a tender kiss to his brow, muttering, “I’ll see you in a few days, okay? I promise we’ll talk then. Rest well.” before he was turning round and closing the door behind himself, leaving Nino confused and equal-parts elated despite of everything.
And here they are, a few days later, piling out of the studio where they have spent the past five hours shooting three episodes of G no Arashi. It’s interesting how there wasn’t even an ounce of awkwardness when he entered the studio, as he was warmly greeted by everyone before they started the shoot. But he guesses that’s just how it is with Arashi.
Though, to be honest, he didn’t think he’d expected the same treatment from Ohno.
He’s thoughtful even when they started piling out, could vaguely make out Sho and Aiba talking; Jun’s long been wheedled out by his manager for another individual work, and he’s trying to focus his attention on something else entirely instead of the fact that Ohno is working quietly next to him as if he had no intention of talking to Nino now, or ever.
He chuckles, shaking his head. What is he expecting, anyway? What happened the night he came home already feels like a distant memory, and whatever Ohno promised him that night feels more like a dream now than anything.
Even the kiss.
He groans, and is just about to walk faster when Ohno’s warm fingers worming around his wrist catches him by surprise and effectively stopping him. He turns to find Ohno’s gaze is on him, smiling softly back at him and tugging at his hand. He frowns, opens his mouth to ask Ohno what in hell he’s up to but Ohno beats him to it.
“Do you have anything scheduled after this?” asks Ohno, lowly. The wheels in Nino’s head starts turning, trying to remember the pile of work he’s supposed to be attending to after this shoot before he even realize what is happening.
“Not right away, but I have a script meeting at five thirty and... I don’t remember what I should be doing at eight, but I’m sure there is. Why?”
Ohno gives a chuckle and Nino’s pulse skyrocketed despite him trying to regulate his breathing. Goodness, this is so weird.
“Well, I thought I’d invite myself over to your apartment. For dinner. I’ll bring some takeouts?”
He blinks. Oh. “Oh. Tonight?”
Ohno shrugs. “If you’re free.”
He gives Ohno a look, keeps his eyes trained on Ohno’s eyes and trying not to be distracted with the way Ohno keeps biting his lower lip like it’s itchy or something. It’s not working. Instead, he is flooded with the memory of how Ohno’s lips feels like against his own, the warm softness as they pressed against Nino’s.
“I - Maybe after ten,” he says, darting his gaze elsewhere that isn’t Ohno’s mouth. “But if that’s too late -”
“It’s not,” Ohno cuts in, squeezing his wrist. “It’s okay. I’m fine with that, but - are you? I mean, it isn’t too late for you, is it? I mean, we can - I can come over some other time, of course.”
He’s shaking his head before his brain even registers the movement, knows he’s blushing when he raises his head and meets Ohno’s gaze.
“No, no, I - it’s okay. Really.”
Ohno smiles, and it looks exactly like the one he was wearing that night, the one that makes Nino’s heart trip up to his throat at the sight of it and he’s certain he’s never going to forget this ever. But then Ohno is obviously gunning for every possible way to break Nino into pieces by reaching up to stroke his cheek, soft and so painfully tender that has Nino’s heartbeat rightfully haltering into a complete stop at the gesture.
“Then I’ll be there,” Ohno says when he takes his hand back. Nino misses it already. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
Nino can only nod, watching Ohno slip by with his heart hammering away in his chest, wondering how he’s going to last the few hours until he sees Ohno again.
( December Drabble Fest Day 20)
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 : Last One. Very sorry for flooding your feed. I will try to reply to comments this weekend, thank you. Continuation of Day 17
(December Drabble Fest Day 18)
To Nino’s utter disappointment, Ohno opted on going home with his manager instead of staying back to be with him.
But he guessed that for once, Ohno has a point.
He’s tired, he’s jet-lagged, and despite the fact that he is trying so hard to make it so he’s still up to speed, he couldn’t. It’s obvious that it it doesn’t matter whether he’s determined enough to stay up for Ohno, since he is expecting some rather lengthy explanation with regards to Ohno’s very abrupt, and very unexpected confession, but his body, sadly, presently wasn’t equipped to stay conscious long enough for this to happen.
Ohno had at least found the grace to come up with him to his apartment to help him with his bags, had even helped him open the door for him when he could barely do it himself because of how sluggish he already was. He’d hardly noticed Ohno pushing the door open and gently steering him inside with a hand settled across the small of his back, lingering just by the door and making sure he got in safely before he’d had to leave.
He knew he’d said something about inviting Ohno inside but Ohno simply chuckled and shook his head. Instead, Ohno took a small step forward with a smile that warmed Nino to his toes, reaching over to cup his cheek on one hand and tugging him forward to press a tender kiss to his brow, muttering, “I’ll see you in a few days, okay? I promise we’ll talk then. Rest well.” before he was turning round and closing the door behind himself, leaving Nino confused and equal-parts elated despite of everything.
And here they are, a few days later, piling out of the studio where they have spent the past five hours shooting three episodes of G no Arashi. It’s interesting how there wasn’t even an ounce of awkwardness when he entered the studio, as he was warmly greeted by everyone before they started the shoot. But he guesses that’s just how it is with Arashi.
Though, to be honest, he didn’t think he’d expected the same treatment from Ohno.
He’s thoughtful even when they started piling out, could vaguely make out Sho and Aiba talking; Jun’s long been wheedled out by his manager for another individual work, and he’s trying to focus his attention on something else entirely instead of the fact that Ohno is working quietly next to him as if he had no intention of talking to Nino now, or ever.
He chuckles, shaking his head. What is he expecting, anyway? What happened the night he came home already feels like a distant memory, and whatever Ohno promised him that night feels more like a dream now than anything.
Even the kiss.
He groans, and is just about to walk faster when Ohno’s warm fingers worming around his wrist catches him by surprise and effectively stopping him. He turns to find Ohno’s gaze is on him, smiling softly back at him and tugging at his hand. He frowns, opens his mouth to ask Ohno what in hell he’s up to but Ohno beats him to it.
“Do you have anything scheduled after this?” asks Ohno, lowly. The wheels in Nino’s head starts turning, trying to remember the pile of work he’s supposed to be attending to after this shoot before he even realize what is happening.
“Not right away, but I have a script meeting at five thirty and... I don’t remember what I should be doing at eight, but I’m sure there is. Why?”
Ohno gives a chuckle and Nino’s pulse skyrocketed despite him trying to regulate his breathing. Goodness, this is so weird.
“Well, I thought I’d invite myself over to your apartment. For dinner. I’ll bring some takeouts?”
He blinks. Oh. “Oh. Tonight?”
Ohno shrugs. “If you’re free.”
He gives Ohno a look, keeps his eyes trained on Ohno’s eyes and trying not to be distracted with the way Ohno keeps biting his lower lip like it’s itchy or something. It’s not working. Instead, he is flooded with the memory of how Ohno’s lips feels like against his own, the warm softness as they pressed against Nino’s.
“I - Maybe after ten,” he says, darting his gaze elsewhere that isn’t Ohno’s mouth. “But if that’s too late -”
“It’s not,” Ohno cuts in, squeezing his wrist. “It’s okay. I’m fine with that, but - are you? I mean, it isn’t too late for you, is it? I mean, we can - I can come over some other time, of course.”
He’s shaking his head before his brain even registers the movement, knows he’s blushing when he raises his head and meets Ohno’s gaze.
“No, no, I - it’s okay. Really.”
Ohno smiles, and it looks exactly like the one he was wearing that night, the one that makes Nino’s heart trip up to his throat at the sight of it and he’s certain he’s never going to forget this ever. But then Ohno is obviously gunning for every possible way to break Nino into pieces by reaching up to stroke his cheek, soft and so painfully tender that has Nino’s heartbeat rightfully haltering into a complete stop at the gesture.
“Then I’ll be there,” Ohno says when he takes his hand back. Nino misses it already. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
Nino can only nod, watching Ohno slip by with his heart hammering away in his chest, wondering how he’s going to last the few hours until he sees Ohno again.
( December Drabble Fest Day 20)