[One-shot] Just like this
Title: Just like this
Pairing: Ohmiya, slight Juntoshi
Rating: PG
Genre: mild Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story :D
Summary: Was it only him feeling this way?
Beta-ed by potatoos ♥♥♥ You know I love you, right? XD ♥♥♥
A/N: for momo_love96 's request. Ahh, I'm not sure this is what you want, dear. Thinking about Arashi x Ocean with Juntoshi/Ohmiya, and this is what comes to my mind. *I told you it would have angst in it, didn't I? XD Well*.
My first time writing in this POV. I want to write a full story with other characters and multi-chapter, but this is how it turned out *because school is killing me >"<*. Maybe I'll do that another time ♥ For now, hope you enjoy this, minna ♥
The sun rose from the east sky, bringing with it the faintest trace of pink across the dim horizon. The breeze blew gently, sending back the salty smell of the ocean. And you stood at the beach, your feet dipped into the sand which covered your toes and froze your skin, looking faraway to the land you had never stepped onto. Your eyes lifted from the waves crashing upon your ankles, only to stop at the shapeless clouds hovering above you, flying deliberately from the horizon. You were tired of standing and waiting, but it was all you could do now. So you closed your eyes slightly and inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of a rainy summer’s day into your lungs, a refreshing feeling rushed over your body.
When you opened your eyes again, the first sunlight had already lay upon the sand and it was shining gold into your eyes, and you wondered why it was different, so different from the previous summer, when you were also standing here and staring at the sky, feeling pure happiness and hope in your heart.
Your frozen feet started to numb and it took all your strength to pull it up from under the sand, and then you walked shakily along the beach. It was a peaceful day, when the rain had stopped somewhere on your way here, and before you could feel cold because of your wet shirt, it was already dry thanks to the wind. You shivered slightly as a freezing breeze caressed your bare skin, and you realized that you had been standing there for hours already, from when it was still pitch black until the sun was shining happily in front of your eyes. You sighed. Just how much a coward you were to not be able to return to your hotel, crossing that closed door to your room, and burying your face into your pillow until you could sleep? Just how scared you were that you could hear something, see something, or accidentally know something that was happening in the room next to yours? You didn't want to imagine, but your brain betrayed you by building up layers of images and scenes and you almost heard the noises of that imagined scenes. You almost heard the laughters, the groans, the sweet whispers, the rustling of clothes, and the uneven breathing. You almost saw them lying together, kissing, touching, and it was all it took for you to not step any closer to that room. You were scared of what you might see and what you might understand.
So you stood there, until you felt no more sensation in your feet, and you felt like your legs wouldn't move that you decided to go back. It was late already, when you could feel the heat of the summer’s day building around you, returning after a long night of coldness. The air was refreshing, and it cleared the darkness from your mind, so you breathed in desperately, like it was what you needed to keep you alive.
The door welcomed you with a strange silence, as you could hear nothing inside. You hesitated, was it a good time for you to enter? What if they were doing something and they didn't want you to intrude into their precious moments together? Your heart beat furiously, as if it was going to break down your fragile ribs. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, and with a small click, you pushed open the door.
The room was dim. No one had woken up. You slowly exhaled the breath you held, though you didn't quite know if it was from relief or from frustration. You carefully closed the door behind you and let the dim light covered your eyes. You didn't want to think anymore. You soundlessly went to the fridge and opened it, took out a can of coffee and threw yourself onto the chair nearby.
"Where were you?"
The voice would have scared you to dead if you hadn't known its owner so well. You nearly jumped in your seat, your breath caught in your throat and your coffee spilled onto your shirt. You cursed silently as you reached out for the tissue, just to see someone handing one to you and you looked up, only to find yourself looking into his concerned eyes. Your heart ached.
"I've been waiting for hours. Where were you?"
He repeated and you wanted to run away. You wanted to scream. You wanted to do anything but to face him, not knowing what to say without showing him your true feelings. Your lips moved, so did his, and you stopped, so he stopped too. You stared at each other for a long moment until you saw him leaned in closer to you and wiped the stain on your shirt away with the tissue in his hand.
And you felt his warmth, because he was so close to you, and you felt happy. The happiness was like rain for your wilted soul, but it ended too soon. He leaned back, put away the tissue and sat down beside you. In the dim light of the gradually lit up room, you saw his eyes, and it took all your self-control to not lean in and claim his as yours. You turned away before he could read the agony on your face, and you denied him any chances to understand you anymore.
"Nino," He called again, and your name became a breath together with his voice. You tried to swallow the sudden lump in your throat, feeling totally helpless and stupid. Why couldn't you just smile, and tell him that I was on the beach and I was thinking of you? You couldn't, because you knew, the man of his life wasn't you.
"Nino, what's wrong?" He asked, and his hand came to you, his warmth was addictive and in a second you wanted to feel that warmth forever. You wanted him to keep holding you like that, because you knew if he let you go, you would break and not know how to come back. But despite everything that you wanted, you brushed his hand away as gently as you could, and you faked a smile as genuine as possible. He looked taken aback, but he didn't protest as he redrew his hand. And for a second, you wished he had protested, had tried to hold your hand a little longer. But because you knew, the sound of your heart breaking was stupid when he didn't.
"Ohchan," Your voice was strange even to your own ears, and you could see his eyebrows arching. He could tell something was wrong, but you just couldn't give him the answer he wanted - that you were okay and nothing was wrong and you would be back to normal soon. You knew it was a lie, so you said nothing more, and leaned back to rest your aching head on the rest arm. He was watching you, questions evident in his eyes but you pretended to not see it and you turned away.
"Nino, if it was about Jun..." He spoke again, and the name itself had given you such a piercing stab to your heart. You didn't want to hear it because you knew that he had been waiting for Jun for years, and now when that man had finally returned, he had once again found his happiness. And you, an outsider you always were to his life, you could do nothing. You had always been a replacement for that man, a person that could keep him happy while waiting for his true love. And you knew that in the first place, but as a stubborn and stupid person you were, you still decided to love him. Because you had hoped that if you loved him dearly and deeply, a miracle would happen and he would love you back, sooner or later. You had never thought that no matter how long it had been, he hadn't changed his mind and all he was doing to you was just a game.
"Nino, please..." He was pleading, and it sounded strange to you, because he had no reason to be pleading. So you turned back, your eyes asking quietly, and he was standing near you, his eyes now full of tears. And your heart ached, why was he crying? Why did that man make him cry again...?
And without a word, he hugged you, tighter than ever. His warmth was suddenly all around you, and you were caught off guard, your brain seemed to stop for a moment before you hugged him back, just as tightly. He was shaking in your embrace, and together with his tears, you felt your heart breaking.
"Ohchan?" You asked quietly, wiping his tears away, and he refused to look at you, he kept burying his face into your shoulders. Your mind whirled in confusion, and you could do nothing but to gather him in your arms, protecting him. He shook his head, and before you could understand what that meant, he was crying again. You became frightened because you didn't know what happened, because it wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be happy, and you were supposed to be the one crying. But he refused to talk, and so did you, so you just stayed in each other's embrace and you waited until he had calmed down, though his hands were still clutching onto your shirt tightly.
"What's wrong, Ohchan?" You asked, and he mumbled into your shoulders.
"I don't understand it anymore..." He said, and you didn't know if he was going to say that he knew, he knew everything about your love. You stayed quiet because there was nothing else you could do. He continued, "I should be happy, shouldn't I?"
And you could almost feel the tug at your stomach, the dizziness of your head, the hope rising like bubbles in your heart. You knew you were wrong to feel happy when he was crying, but somehow you did because it meant you might just stand a chance.
"But when he kissed me..." He continued, and you tightened your arms around him, the way you did when you knew someone was stepping out of your life, "...I felt hollow…"
"Why, Ohchan...?" You breathed into his ears, and you felt like he had just shivered, but it must be your imagination.
"It's not you," He said, and you could feel your heart stopped beating and you stopped breathing altogether. "It didn't feel like when it's you…"
"Of course it's not..." You almost laughed because he sounded just like a child. You didn't, because you knew there was something more important that he was telling you, so you just breathed in his scent and stroked his back lightly.
"I... I don't know..." He said, uncertainty weighing in his voice, but you knew. You knew something was coming, if you were a little more patient. "Nino, is it weird...?"
"What is weird?" Your voice couldn't be heard by your own ears, but he heard it, because he answered you after a moment of hesitance.
"I like it more when it's you," he bit his lips, and you felt happiness bursting out from your heart. You grinned subconsciously and kissed his ears, and you felt his arms tightened around you. It felt like a dream.
"Like this?" You asked and landed kisses on his face, his nose, and his eyes. You kissed him with all your heart, because you didn't know if you were allowed to do this later. If something broke between the two of you, at least you could continue living with this memory in your heart forever.
He shook his head, and once again, you were caught off guard when he leaned in and kissed you on your lips.
"Like this." He whispered.
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Pairing: Ohmiya, slight Juntoshi
Rating: PG
Genre: mild Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story :D
Summary: Was it only him feeling this way?
Beta-ed by potatoos ♥♥♥ You know I love you, right? XD ♥♥♥
A/N: for momo_love96 's request. Ahh, I'm not sure this is what you want, dear. Thinking about Arashi x Ocean with Juntoshi/Ohmiya, and this is what comes to my mind. *I told you it would have angst in it, didn't I? XD Well*.
My first time writing in this POV. I want to write a full story with other characters and multi-chapter, but this is how it turned out *because school is killing me >"<*. Maybe I'll do that another time ♥ For now, hope you enjoy this, minna ♥
The sun rose from the east sky, bringing with it the faintest trace of pink across the dim horizon. The breeze blew gently, sending back the salty smell of the ocean. And you stood at the beach, your feet dipped into the sand which covered your toes and froze your skin, looking faraway to the land you had never stepped onto. Your eyes lifted from the waves crashing upon your ankles, only to stop at the shapeless clouds hovering above you, flying deliberately from the horizon. You were tired of standing and waiting, but it was all you could do now. So you closed your eyes slightly and inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of a rainy summer’s day into your lungs, a refreshing feeling rushed over your body.
When you opened your eyes again, the first sunlight had already lay upon the sand and it was shining gold into your eyes, and you wondered why it was different, so different from the previous summer, when you were also standing here and staring at the sky, feeling pure happiness and hope in your heart.
Your frozen feet started to numb and it took all your strength to pull it up from under the sand, and then you walked shakily along the beach. It was a peaceful day, when the rain had stopped somewhere on your way here, and before you could feel cold because of your wet shirt, it was already dry thanks to the wind. You shivered slightly as a freezing breeze caressed your bare skin, and you realized that you had been standing there for hours already, from when it was still pitch black until the sun was shining happily in front of your eyes. You sighed. Just how much a coward you were to not be able to return to your hotel, crossing that closed door to your room, and burying your face into your pillow until you could sleep? Just how scared you were that you could hear something, see something, or accidentally know something that was happening in the room next to yours? You didn't want to imagine, but your brain betrayed you by building up layers of images and scenes and you almost heard the noises of that imagined scenes. You almost heard the laughters, the groans, the sweet whispers, the rustling of clothes, and the uneven breathing. You almost saw them lying together, kissing, touching, and it was all it took for you to not step any closer to that room. You were scared of what you might see and what you might understand.
So you stood there, until you felt no more sensation in your feet, and you felt like your legs wouldn't move that you decided to go back. It was late already, when you could feel the heat of the summer’s day building around you, returning after a long night of coldness. The air was refreshing, and it cleared the darkness from your mind, so you breathed in desperately, like it was what you needed to keep you alive.
The door welcomed you with a strange silence, as you could hear nothing inside. You hesitated, was it a good time for you to enter? What if they were doing something and they didn't want you to intrude into their precious moments together? Your heart beat furiously, as if it was going to break down your fragile ribs. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, and with a small click, you pushed open the door.
The room was dim. No one had woken up. You slowly exhaled the breath you held, though you didn't quite know if it was from relief or from frustration. You carefully closed the door behind you and let the dim light covered your eyes. You didn't want to think anymore. You soundlessly went to the fridge and opened it, took out a can of coffee and threw yourself onto the chair nearby.
"Where were you?"
The voice would have scared you to dead if you hadn't known its owner so well. You nearly jumped in your seat, your breath caught in your throat and your coffee spilled onto your shirt. You cursed silently as you reached out for the tissue, just to see someone handing one to you and you looked up, only to find yourself looking into his concerned eyes. Your heart ached.
"I've been waiting for hours. Where were you?"
He repeated and you wanted to run away. You wanted to scream. You wanted to do anything but to face him, not knowing what to say without showing him your true feelings. Your lips moved, so did his, and you stopped, so he stopped too. You stared at each other for a long moment until you saw him leaned in closer to you and wiped the stain on your shirt away with the tissue in his hand.
And you felt his warmth, because he was so close to you, and you felt happy. The happiness was like rain for your wilted soul, but it ended too soon. He leaned back, put away the tissue and sat down beside you. In the dim light of the gradually lit up room, you saw his eyes, and it took all your self-control to not lean in and claim his as yours. You turned away before he could read the agony on your face, and you denied him any chances to understand you anymore.
"Nino," He called again, and your name became a breath together with his voice. You tried to swallow the sudden lump in your throat, feeling totally helpless and stupid. Why couldn't you just smile, and tell him that I was on the beach and I was thinking of you? You couldn't, because you knew, the man of his life wasn't you.
"Nino, what's wrong?" He asked, and his hand came to you, his warmth was addictive and in a second you wanted to feel that warmth forever. You wanted him to keep holding you like that, because you knew if he let you go, you would break and not know how to come back. But despite everything that you wanted, you brushed his hand away as gently as you could, and you faked a smile as genuine as possible. He looked taken aback, but he didn't protest as he redrew his hand. And for a second, you wished he had protested, had tried to hold your hand a little longer. But because you knew, the sound of your heart breaking was stupid when he didn't.
"Ohchan," Your voice was strange even to your own ears, and you could see his eyebrows arching. He could tell something was wrong, but you just couldn't give him the answer he wanted - that you were okay and nothing was wrong and you would be back to normal soon. You knew it was a lie, so you said nothing more, and leaned back to rest your aching head on the rest arm. He was watching you, questions evident in his eyes but you pretended to not see it and you turned away.
"Nino, if it was about Jun..." He spoke again, and the name itself had given you such a piercing stab to your heart. You didn't want to hear it because you knew that he had been waiting for Jun for years, and now when that man had finally returned, he had once again found his happiness. And you, an outsider you always were to his life, you could do nothing. You had always been a replacement for that man, a person that could keep him happy while waiting for his true love. And you knew that in the first place, but as a stubborn and stupid person you were, you still decided to love him. Because you had hoped that if you loved him dearly and deeply, a miracle would happen and he would love you back, sooner or later. You had never thought that no matter how long it had been, he hadn't changed his mind and all he was doing to you was just a game.
"Nino, please..." He was pleading, and it sounded strange to you, because he had no reason to be pleading. So you turned back, your eyes asking quietly, and he was standing near you, his eyes now full of tears. And your heart ached, why was he crying? Why did that man make him cry again...?
And without a word, he hugged you, tighter than ever. His warmth was suddenly all around you, and you were caught off guard, your brain seemed to stop for a moment before you hugged him back, just as tightly. He was shaking in your embrace, and together with his tears, you felt your heart breaking.
"Ohchan?" You asked quietly, wiping his tears away, and he refused to look at you, he kept burying his face into your shoulders. Your mind whirled in confusion, and you could do nothing but to gather him in your arms, protecting him. He shook his head, and before you could understand what that meant, he was crying again. You became frightened because you didn't know what happened, because it wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be happy, and you were supposed to be the one crying. But he refused to talk, and so did you, so you just stayed in each other's embrace and you waited until he had calmed down, though his hands were still clutching onto your shirt tightly.
"What's wrong, Ohchan?" You asked, and he mumbled into your shoulders.
"I don't understand it anymore..." He said, and you didn't know if he was going to say that he knew, he knew everything about your love. You stayed quiet because there was nothing else you could do. He continued, "I should be happy, shouldn't I?"
And you could almost feel the tug at your stomach, the dizziness of your head, the hope rising like bubbles in your heart. You knew you were wrong to feel happy when he was crying, but somehow you did because it meant you might just stand a chance.
"But when he kissed me..." He continued, and you tightened your arms around him, the way you did when you knew someone was stepping out of your life, "...I felt hollow…"
"Why, Ohchan...?" You breathed into his ears, and you felt like he had just shivered, but it must be your imagination.
"It's not you," He said, and you could feel your heart stopped beating and you stopped breathing altogether. "It didn't feel like when it's you…"
"Of course it's not..." You almost laughed because he sounded just like a child. You didn't, because you knew there was something more important that he was telling you, so you just breathed in his scent and stroked his back lightly.
"I... I don't know..." He said, uncertainty weighing in his voice, but you knew. You knew something was coming, if you were a little more patient. "Nino, is it weird...?"
"What is weird?" Your voice couldn't be heard by your own ears, but he heard it, because he answered you after a moment of hesitance.
"I like it more when it's you," he bit his lips, and you felt happiness bursting out from your heart. You grinned subconsciously and kissed his ears, and you felt his arms tightened around you. It felt like a dream.
"Like this?" You asked and landed kisses on his face, his nose, and his eyes. You kissed him with all your heart, because you didn't know if you were allowed to do this later. If something broke between the two of you, at least you could continue living with this memory in your heart forever.
He shook his head, and once again, you were caught off guard when he leaned in and kissed you on your lips.
"Like this." He whispered.
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