December Drabble Fest - Day 20
Title : December Drabble Fest Day 20 : Carry On
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 : Sorry, I'm still crawling my way past this horrible flu, so writing's been put on hold. This one had been written for a week now, sorry I couldn't get around to post it. Anyway, here's the supposedly 'date at home' part. Hope you enjoy.
(December Drabble Fest 19)
Somehow, telling the other three about his plans (on top of what had happened the night of Nino’s arrival) is not a good idea, especially when it’s obvious that they’re far too nervous than he himself is. It’s hilarious.
“We’re just going to have dinner,” he points out, and very effectively deflecting Sho’s attempt at making him talk about his plans, in details, just so Sho could point out where he’s most likely going to fuck up just so Sho could fix it for him before it happens.
“ - Like we did so numerous times in the past, yes? It’s going to be alright, I promise.” he adds, chuckling to himself, spying the other three exchanging glances, obviously looking the least bit convinced.
“But you guys kissed!” Aiba exclaims, throwing his hands forward, palms spread, and looking slightly manic. He can’t, for the life of him, figure out whether it’s a good thing or not. “And you’ll be spending the night together, just the two of you! Things could happen! Good things! It’s better to be prepared, yes?” Aiba says, then squeaks when there’s an elbow digging obviously painfully to his rib.
“I’m…bringing dinner? Like I promised?” he says, frowning. “What are we talking about here, really?”
“Oh Leader, please, quit the act. You’re not that naive, are you?” Jun quips this time around, giving him a look. “Obviously, Aiba-san here is talking about, err, stuff that could happen after THE dinner. Like, you know, -”
“Me and Nino having coffee? Or doing the dishes together?” he cuts in, keeping a straight face despite the fact that he’s so tempted to laugh at the reaction on his band mates’ faces. “Well, I dunno, but if you’re that concerned about what we might do after dinner, do you guys want me to call Nino so I could ask him?” he says, fishing his phone out from his jeans’ pocket to prove his point and grinning when three sets of hands stop him from doing so.
“No, don’t call him!” Aiba, Jun and Sho exclaim in unison and he cracks up in amusement, despite himself.
++
He settled for hamburg steak for Nino, and a Chinese Dinner Platter good for two person for him, in case Nino wants to share.
He’s at the front of Nino’s apartment door five minutes after ten, his cap pulled low to cover almost half of his face. He heaves a deep breath before he knocks, once, twice, thrice, barely hearing anything aside from the sound of his blood pounding through his ears that he doesn’t realize the door clicked open until it did.
Then, there’s Nino’s face peeking from behind the half-opened door, and he feels his heartbeat gradually halt into a stop, seeing Nino’s smile.
“Do you do that to everyone who knocks on your door?” he asks, when Nino pulls the door wider and lets him in.
“Do what?” Nino asks, as he steps aside and watches Nino lock the door behind them.
Nino gestures at the pair of slippers there, while he toes off his shoes.
“Open the door without checking who’s knocking.” he says, once he’s done.
Nino gives him a look, and shakes his head. “No one ever comes here aside from the people I have either invited over, or am expecting to come, so don’t worry. And besides, I knew it’s you even before you knocked.”
He smiles at that and follows Nino’s lead when Nino starts walking, warmth spreading through him as he follows Nino inside.
++
They’re sitting on the floor of Nino’s living room, their dinner spread over the low table, watching a baseball match on low volume. He knows he’s hungry on his way here - he hasn’t had dinner, after all, and it’s already late - but right now, he feels like he can barely swallow the food he’s eating, watching Nino do the same.
Nino is picking at his food far worse than how he does when he doesn’t feel like eating, or doesn’t like the food in front of him. He wonders if it’s his fault, and if it is, how’s he going to fix it without ending up messing things between them even more.
Then again, he should know what’s causing this. Obviously, he and Nino are both having trouble dispersing the awkward air between them, and that it’s his fault.
“You’re not eating,” he says, and puts down his chopsticks. Nino says nothing, and just opts on pushing a piece of pea around the plate as if he didn’t hear a thing.
“Nino.” he calls, and touches the tip of his finger to the back of Nino’s elbow, watching Nino jerk in surprise.
“Yes? What do you need? Water? Oh, sorry, I forgot to bring out the beers, sorry. Let me just - I’ll go and get them, hang on -” Nino says, more like stutters, as he prepares to stand, but he doesn’t let him.
Instead, he curls his fingers around the crook of Nino’s elbow and tugs him forward, bypassing the niceties by catching Nino’s mouth into a kiss, works his other hand to the back of Nino’s head and hopes for the best.
(December Drabble Fest 21)
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 : Sorry, I'm still crawling my way past this horrible flu, so writing's been put on hold. This one had been written for a week now, sorry I couldn't get around to post it. Anyway, here's the supposedly 'date at home' part. Hope you enjoy.
(December Drabble Fest 19)
Somehow, telling the other three about his plans (on top of what had happened the night of Nino’s arrival) is not a good idea, especially when it’s obvious that they’re far too nervous than he himself is. It’s hilarious.
“We’re just going to have dinner,” he points out, and very effectively deflecting Sho’s attempt at making him talk about his plans, in details, just so Sho could point out where he’s most likely going to fuck up just so Sho could fix it for him before it happens.
“ - Like we did so numerous times in the past, yes? It’s going to be alright, I promise.” he adds, chuckling to himself, spying the other three exchanging glances, obviously looking the least bit convinced.
“But you guys kissed!” Aiba exclaims, throwing his hands forward, palms spread, and looking slightly manic. He can’t, for the life of him, figure out whether it’s a good thing or not. “And you’ll be spending the night together, just the two of you! Things could happen! Good things! It’s better to be prepared, yes?” Aiba says, then squeaks when there’s an elbow digging obviously painfully to his rib.
“I’m…bringing dinner? Like I promised?” he says, frowning. “What are we talking about here, really?”
“Oh Leader, please, quit the act. You’re not that naive, are you?” Jun quips this time around, giving him a look. “Obviously, Aiba-san here is talking about, err, stuff that could happen after THE dinner. Like, you know, -”
“Me and Nino having coffee? Or doing the dishes together?” he cuts in, keeping a straight face despite the fact that he’s so tempted to laugh at the reaction on his band mates’ faces. “Well, I dunno, but if you’re that concerned about what we might do after dinner, do you guys want me to call Nino so I could ask him?” he says, fishing his phone out from his jeans’ pocket to prove his point and grinning when three sets of hands stop him from doing so.
“No, don’t call him!” Aiba, Jun and Sho exclaim in unison and he cracks up in amusement, despite himself.
++
He settled for hamburg steak for Nino, and a Chinese Dinner Platter good for two person for him, in case Nino wants to share.
He’s at the front of Nino’s apartment door five minutes after ten, his cap pulled low to cover almost half of his face. He heaves a deep breath before he knocks, once, twice, thrice, barely hearing anything aside from the sound of his blood pounding through his ears that he doesn’t realize the door clicked open until it did.
Then, there’s Nino’s face peeking from behind the half-opened door, and he feels his heartbeat gradually halt into a stop, seeing Nino’s smile.
“Do you do that to everyone who knocks on your door?” he asks, when Nino pulls the door wider and lets him in.
“Do what?” Nino asks, as he steps aside and watches Nino lock the door behind them.
Nino gestures at the pair of slippers there, while he toes off his shoes.
“Open the door without checking who’s knocking.” he says, once he’s done.
Nino gives him a look, and shakes his head. “No one ever comes here aside from the people I have either invited over, or am expecting to come, so don’t worry. And besides, I knew it’s you even before you knocked.”
He smiles at that and follows Nino’s lead when Nino starts walking, warmth spreading through him as he follows Nino inside.
++
They’re sitting on the floor of Nino’s living room, their dinner spread over the low table, watching a baseball match on low volume. He knows he’s hungry on his way here - he hasn’t had dinner, after all, and it’s already late - but right now, he feels like he can barely swallow the food he’s eating, watching Nino do the same.
Nino is picking at his food far worse than how he does when he doesn’t feel like eating, or doesn’t like the food in front of him. He wonders if it’s his fault, and if it is, how’s he going to fix it without ending up messing things between them even more.
Then again, he should know what’s causing this. Obviously, he and Nino are both having trouble dispersing the awkward air between them, and that it’s his fault.
“You’re not eating,” he says, and puts down his chopsticks. Nino says nothing, and just opts on pushing a piece of pea around the plate as if he didn’t hear a thing.
“Nino.” he calls, and touches the tip of his finger to the back of Nino’s elbow, watching Nino jerk in surprise.
“Yes? What do you need? Water? Oh, sorry, I forgot to bring out the beers, sorry. Let me just - I’ll go and get them, hang on -” Nino says, more like stutters, as he prepares to stand, but he doesn’t let him.
Instead, he curls his fingers around the crook of Nino’s elbow and tugs him forward, bypassing the niceties by catching Nino’s mouth into a kiss, works his other hand to the back of Nino’s head and hopes for the best.
(December Drabble Fest 21)