[fanfic] 不思議な距離感
Title: 不思議な距離感 This strange distance
Chapters: one-shot
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: PG
Pairing: Uruha/Aoi
Disclaimer: I don't own them; they own me 8D
不思議な距離感 This strange distance
What the hell I am doing.
Uruha asked himself that same question for the hundredth time that day. He stood outside the apartment door, feeling like a total fool. Staring down at the rose in his hand, he wondered briefly if he had lost his mind.
It was Aoi’s birthday, and even though the band was going to meet up for drinks later, he had decided to stop by Aoi’s apartment first. Well, it was not like he could give this to him, in front of everyone, right? While it was not customary to buy gifts during a certain member’s birthday, the members of the GazettE would usually give one another presents. This year the band had already chipped in to share a gift for Aoi’s 30th, so Uruha didn’t understand why he was at Aoi’s door with another gift.
Granted, it was just a single rose.
But the meaning it held was so much more.
Uruha sighed, staring at the door and wondering what he should do. He knew Aoi was out for his celebratory birthday dinner with his manager and a few staff members. Sometimes Uruha wished that he was closer to Aoi. Of course, they had been much closer than before, since Aoi first hinted to the band at his loneliness, and the band as a whole had started hanging out more often.
But he also wanted to kick himself sometimes for making Aoi feel left out, and more than anything he had wanted to spend Aoi’s birthday with him. It was not like he intentionally wanted to make Aoi feel lonely, but Uruha was the type of person who either dived straight into the crowd and chatted with everyone, or simply kept his mouth shut when he didn’t feel like talking. In a way Aoi was the opposite, always reserved, a little shy, somewhere in the background, offering an occasional laugh or comment when the guys hung out, be it at practice or elsewhere. And even though Uruha never really made the effort to talk to Aoi aside from discussing work... it was really because he couldn’t help himself.
It had been getting really difficult, every time he looked at Aoi, seeing him in those slim-fitting costumes that wrapped around his dangerous curves. Uruha would constantly try to swallow the lumps that formed in his throat and resist the temptation of just going up to him and telling him how he felt, how badly he wanted to rip those clothes off him. It wasn’t possible, to just go up a bandmate you had known for so many years, and say that you were in love with him.
And so Uruha kept his distance, burying his feelings in some unknown recess of his heart as he did. He would laugh with the other bandmates and making a riot, leaving Aoi to sit at the side.
Uruha sighed. Even though Aoi had never said anything, never complained, it soon became obvious that Aoi felt lonely, and more than anything Uruha hated seeing Aoi’s eyes filled with a slight hollow-ness, echoing the emptiness and hurt he felt.
Which is how he ended stopping by the florist on impulse and buying this rose.
Uruha placed it tentatively on the doormat outside Aoi’s apartment. It was all his courage would allow him to do, but at least he was trying something. Aoi would never know the rose was from him anyway. Besides, he’d never imagine Uruha driving all the way to his apartment just to drop off a flower when they were all meeting at the club the other side of town.
Uruha stuck his hands into his pockets and shuffled down the stairs.
*
Aoi hurried up the stairs. He was already late, since there was a huge traffic jam after he left the restaurant, but on his way to the club he also realized he had left his phone at home when he wanted to send a message to Kai, telling him he would be running late.
Panting, he reached his apartment on the 3rd floor at last, coming to a halt outside his door as he nearly stepped on a rose on the doormat. Puzzled, he bent down and picked it up. It was a single rose, with no cards or anything attached. Shrugging, he pushed the door open and quickly grabbed his phone from the counter, figuring the rose was probably left by a fan; although how a fan made the way to his apartment, he wasn’t sure.
After sending a quick message to Kai, Aoi got into his car and drove downtown, trying not to break the speed limit. As he paused at a traffic light, he glanced at the rose he had thrown on the passenger seat next to him. He picked it up, feeling the dark red petals. He let out an unconscious laugh when he found himself wishing it were from someone, that someone whom he had loved for so long.
Stop it, Aoi chided himself, like he did so often when it came to thoughts of Uruha. He had given up fighting with himself a long time ago, acknowledging the fact that he loved Uruha with all his heart, but at the same time accepting that it will always be a forbidden secret. Lifting the flower up to his face, he gently inhaled its scent, his thoughts filled with Uruha. Sometimes he couldn’t believe how he could spend so much time thinking about another man. But at the moment... he could almost smell Uruha...
Wait.
Aoi’s eyelids fluttered open in shock, and he stared at the rose. Slowly, he took a whiff again.
It was unmistakable; faint but definitely there - the unmistakable scent of cologne.
And Aoi knew only one person who would wear that scent; especially when he had bought a bottle of that stuff for said person’s birthday last year.
His heart started pounding as he gripped the steering wheel, trying to keep his thoughts and emotions at bay while navigating the car. All those forbidden dreams and fantasies of Uruha holding his hand and kissing him came rushing to his head, and all of a sudden Aoi felt desperate to just get to the bar and see him. Feeling lightheaded, he pressed down on the gas pedal, accelerating a little more…
*
“KAN-PAI!!!!”
The five guys toasted and clinked beer bottles in honour of Aoi’s birthday.
“Thanks for coming out tonight, you guys,” Aoi said with a grin.
“30 eh,” Reita teased. “How does it feel? Old?”
“Oh shut up,” Aoi laughed. He took several large swigs of beer. Before long he was on his third bottle, and all the members were chatting and laughing.
“Aren’t you drinking a little fast tonight?” Kai asked gently as Aoi started taking sips from his glass of vodka.
“Mmhmm.”
“It’s his birthday, let him do whatever he wants,” Ruki laughed, giving Kai a good-natured shove. “Stop acting like a mother hen!”
Kai crossed his arms and made a face.
A few minutes later, feeling sufficiently tipsy and courageous, Aoi stood up and held his hand out to Uruha.
“Uru, would you like to dance?”
Uruha, who was laughing at something Reita was saying, instantly stopped and stared at him.
“What?”
“I said,” Aoi repeated with a dramatic roll of his eyes. “Would you like to dance?”
Uruha blinked, not knowing how to react while the rest of the guys chuckled.
“Go, Uruha,” Ruki teased, pushing him in the direction of Aoi.
“I...I guess,” Uruha mumbled uncertainly, feeling embarrassed and bewildered at the same time. “Uh… you guys coming along?”
“Of course...NOT!” Reita said, and Ruki cracked up again. “We’ll leave you to deal with the drunk birthday boy, thank you!”
Uruha was about to retort when Aoi dragged him straight into the small pool of people in the dance floor. A slow, jazzy tune was playing in the background as Aoi wrapped his arms around Uruha’s slender waist, grinning and swaying slowly to the music.
Uruha’s heart thumped wildly. It wasn’t like Aoi hadn’t made physical contact with him before; hell, they’d even kissed for fanservice on stage, but somehow, this felt a little different.
“Come on, Uruha, dance with me,” Aoi purred… purred? Yes, Aoi was certainly being rather seductive at the moment, his lashes lowered, his hair tousled and a few sexy strands falling onto his face. His hips swayed sensually, beckoning Uruha closer.
“You’re drunk,” Uruha murmured quietly, but he did as Aoi asked and attempted to move along to the beat.
“Hey Uru...” Aoi drawled. His lidded eyes stared straight into Uruha’s. “Are you in love with me?”
“WHAT!?” Uruha fairly shouted, then quickly bowed his head in embarrassment as people turned to stare at them.
“You’re drunk,” he repeated, blushing furiously and refusing to look into at Aoi, staring down at Aoi’s arms instead, which were currently pulling him even closer.
“Oh really?” Aoi smirked. “Well, I may be a little tipsy… but I know what I’m talking about.”
“Well, I don’t,” Uruha muttered.
“Kouyou.”
Uruha looked up at the use of his real name.
“I know.” Aoi stated simply. He stopped moving and gazed at the other man. “I know the rose is from you.”
“Oh.” Uruha said stupidly.
And then Aoi took Uruha by the hand and dragged him out of the bar.
“Hey, where are you guys going!?” Kai shouted from their table when he noticed them leaving, but neither answered.
Once outside, Aoi turned into a dark corner at the side of the building and promptly shoved Uruha against the wall.
“Aoi, what are you doing!?” Uruha gasped, his eyes widening.
“I love you.”
Uruha stared, trying to let those words register in his currently befuddled brain filled with a thousand images of Aoi dancing with him, Aoi’s hands around his waist, Aoi’s sexy eyes, Aoi’s scent floating around him, Aoi loving him...
Aoi loves him?
“Oh.”
“Uruha,” Aoi chuckled, but he kept his arms pressed at either side of Uruha, their bodies six inches apart. “You're going to have to be a bit more articulate, you know.”
Uruha looked into Aoi’s eyes, nervous but exhilarated at the same time. “Yuu,” he began softly. “It’s... it’s been so long. I don’t even know how to start.”
That was all Aoi needed to hear.
The next thing Uruha knew, Aoi’s lips came crashing against his, and both kissed the each other with passion Uruha never imagined could be real. It was flames of passions that had been buried for the past few years, ignited again at last, and he couldn’t help himself. He had been wanting Aoi for so long. Tongues intertwined, and Uruha dug his fingers into Aoi’s hair and neck, trying to close the distance even more.
“I want you so badly, Kouyou,” Aoi whispered, echoing his thoughts aloud as they finally pulled apart for breath. “God… do you know everytime I look at you, how much I wanted you,” he sighed against Uruha’s soft lips. “It just hurt so bad to have that distance between us.”
“Hey,” Uruha whispered back, finding his voice at last. He cupped Aoi’s face in his hand and kissed him gently on the lips. “That doesn’t matter now.” Then, grinning a little, he added, “Happy Birthday.”
Aoi smiled, and wrapped his arms around Uruha, burying his face in Uruha’s shoulder and letting out a contented sigh.
At 30, he’d finally gotten what he’d been wanting all along.
Uruha.
A/N: First uruhaxaoi fic! 8D I’ve been meaning to write one for them for the longest time cuz they’re my gaze OTP lol but err sorry it turned out kinda sucky and predictable, I think it was really just based on Aoi's way-too-lonely musiQ vol13 interview + a dream I had about Aoi’s bday… rofl. And the bar scene was probably inspired by _newworld , who wrote some of my fav fics ever. Kudos! If you're interested, you can read my other fics (though only 2 others atm, lol) by clicking on the fanfic tag :3
Chapters: one-shot
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: PG
Pairing: Uruha/Aoi
Disclaimer: I don't own them; they own me 8D
不思議な距離感 This strange distance
What the hell I am doing.
Uruha asked himself that same question for the hundredth time that day. He stood outside the apartment door, feeling like a total fool. Staring down at the rose in his hand, he wondered briefly if he had lost his mind.
It was Aoi’s birthday, and even though the band was going to meet up for drinks later, he had decided to stop by Aoi’s apartment first. Well, it was not like he could give this to him, in front of everyone, right? While it was not customary to buy gifts during a certain member’s birthday, the members of the GazettE would usually give one another presents. This year the band had already chipped in to share a gift for Aoi’s 30th, so Uruha didn’t understand why he was at Aoi’s door with another gift.
Granted, it was just a single rose.
But the meaning it held was so much more.
Uruha sighed, staring at the door and wondering what he should do. He knew Aoi was out for his celebratory birthday dinner with his manager and a few staff members. Sometimes Uruha wished that he was closer to Aoi. Of course, they had been much closer than before, since Aoi first hinted to the band at his loneliness, and the band as a whole had started hanging out more often.
But he also wanted to kick himself sometimes for making Aoi feel left out, and more than anything he had wanted to spend Aoi’s birthday with him. It was not like he intentionally wanted to make Aoi feel lonely, but Uruha was the type of person who either dived straight into the crowd and chatted with everyone, or simply kept his mouth shut when he didn’t feel like talking. In a way Aoi was the opposite, always reserved, a little shy, somewhere in the background, offering an occasional laugh or comment when the guys hung out, be it at practice or elsewhere. And even though Uruha never really made the effort to talk to Aoi aside from discussing work... it was really because he couldn’t help himself.
It had been getting really difficult, every time he looked at Aoi, seeing him in those slim-fitting costumes that wrapped around his dangerous curves. Uruha would constantly try to swallow the lumps that formed in his throat and resist the temptation of just going up to him and telling him how he felt, how badly he wanted to rip those clothes off him. It wasn’t possible, to just go up a bandmate you had known for so many years, and say that you were in love with him.
And so Uruha kept his distance, burying his feelings in some unknown recess of his heart as he did. He would laugh with the other bandmates and making a riot, leaving Aoi to sit at the side.
Uruha sighed. Even though Aoi had never said anything, never complained, it soon became obvious that Aoi felt lonely, and more than anything Uruha hated seeing Aoi’s eyes filled with a slight hollow-ness, echoing the emptiness and hurt he felt.
Which is how he ended stopping by the florist on impulse and buying this rose.
Uruha placed it tentatively on the doormat outside Aoi’s apartment. It was all his courage would allow him to do, but at least he was trying something. Aoi would never know the rose was from him anyway. Besides, he’d never imagine Uruha driving all the way to his apartment just to drop off a flower when they were all meeting at the club the other side of town.
Uruha stuck his hands into his pockets and shuffled down the stairs.
*
Aoi hurried up the stairs. He was already late, since there was a huge traffic jam after he left the restaurant, but on his way to the club he also realized he had left his phone at home when he wanted to send a message to Kai, telling him he would be running late.
Panting, he reached his apartment on the 3rd floor at last, coming to a halt outside his door as he nearly stepped on a rose on the doormat. Puzzled, he bent down and picked it up. It was a single rose, with no cards or anything attached. Shrugging, he pushed the door open and quickly grabbed his phone from the counter, figuring the rose was probably left by a fan; although how a fan made the way to his apartment, he wasn’t sure.
After sending a quick message to Kai, Aoi got into his car and drove downtown, trying not to break the speed limit. As he paused at a traffic light, he glanced at the rose he had thrown on the passenger seat next to him. He picked it up, feeling the dark red petals. He let out an unconscious laugh when he found himself wishing it were from someone, that someone whom he had loved for so long.
Stop it, Aoi chided himself, like he did so often when it came to thoughts of Uruha. He had given up fighting with himself a long time ago, acknowledging the fact that he loved Uruha with all his heart, but at the same time accepting that it will always be a forbidden secret. Lifting the flower up to his face, he gently inhaled its scent, his thoughts filled with Uruha. Sometimes he couldn’t believe how he could spend so much time thinking about another man. But at the moment... he could almost smell Uruha...
Wait.
Aoi’s eyelids fluttered open in shock, and he stared at the rose. Slowly, he took a whiff again.
It was unmistakable; faint but definitely there - the unmistakable scent of cologne.
And Aoi knew only one person who would wear that scent; especially when he had bought a bottle of that stuff for said person’s birthday last year.
His heart started pounding as he gripped the steering wheel, trying to keep his thoughts and emotions at bay while navigating the car. All those forbidden dreams and fantasies of Uruha holding his hand and kissing him came rushing to his head, and all of a sudden Aoi felt desperate to just get to the bar and see him. Feeling lightheaded, he pressed down on the gas pedal, accelerating a little more…
*
“KAN-PAI!!!!”
The five guys toasted and clinked beer bottles in honour of Aoi’s birthday.
“Thanks for coming out tonight, you guys,” Aoi said with a grin.
“30 eh,” Reita teased. “How does it feel? Old?”
“Oh shut up,” Aoi laughed. He took several large swigs of beer. Before long he was on his third bottle, and all the members were chatting and laughing.
“Aren’t you drinking a little fast tonight?” Kai asked gently as Aoi started taking sips from his glass of vodka.
“Mmhmm.”
“It’s his birthday, let him do whatever he wants,” Ruki laughed, giving Kai a good-natured shove. “Stop acting like a mother hen!”
Kai crossed his arms and made a face.
A few minutes later, feeling sufficiently tipsy and courageous, Aoi stood up and held his hand out to Uruha.
“Uru, would you like to dance?”
Uruha, who was laughing at something Reita was saying, instantly stopped and stared at him.
“What?”
“I said,” Aoi repeated with a dramatic roll of his eyes. “Would you like to dance?”
Uruha blinked, not knowing how to react while the rest of the guys chuckled.
“Go, Uruha,” Ruki teased, pushing him in the direction of Aoi.
“I...I guess,” Uruha mumbled uncertainly, feeling embarrassed and bewildered at the same time. “Uh… you guys coming along?”
“Of course...NOT!” Reita said, and Ruki cracked up again. “We’ll leave you to deal with the drunk birthday boy, thank you!”
Uruha was about to retort when Aoi dragged him straight into the small pool of people in the dance floor. A slow, jazzy tune was playing in the background as Aoi wrapped his arms around Uruha’s slender waist, grinning and swaying slowly to the music.
Uruha’s heart thumped wildly. It wasn’t like Aoi hadn’t made physical contact with him before; hell, they’d even kissed for fanservice on stage, but somehow, this felt a little different.
“Come on, Uruha, dance with me,” Aoi purred… purred? Yes, Aoi was certainly being rather seductive at the moment, his lashes lowered, his hair tousled and a few sexy strands falling onto his face. His hips swayed sensually, beckoning Uruha closer.
“You’re drunk,” Uruha murmured quietly, but he did as Aoi asked and attempted to move along to the beat.
“Hey Uru...” Aoi drawled. His lidded eyes stared straight into Uruha’s. “Are you in love with me?”
“WHAT!?” Uruha fairly shouted, then quickly bowed his head in embarrassment as people turned to stare at them.
“You’re drunk,” he repeated, blushing furiously and refusing to look into at Aoi, staring down at Aoi’s arms instead, which were currently pulling him even closer.
“Oh really?” Aoi smirked. “Well, I may be a little tipsy… but I know what I’m talking about.”
“Well, I don’t,” Uruha muttered.
“Kouyou.”
Uruha looked up at the use of his real name.
“I know.” Aoi stated simply. He stopped moving and gazed at the other man. “I know the rose is from you.”
“Oh.” Uruha said stupidly.
And then Aoi took Uruha by the hand and dragged him out of the bar.
“Hey, where are you guys going!?” Kai shouted from their table when he noticed them leaving, but neither answered.
Once outside, Aoi turned into a dark corner at the side of the building and promptly shoved Uruha against the wall.
“Aoi, what are you doing!?” Uruha gasped, his eyes widening.
“I love you.”
Uruha stared, trying to let those words register in his currently befuddled brain filled with a thousand images of Aoi dancing with him, Aoi’s hands around his waist, Aoi’s sexy eyes, Aoi’s scent floating around him, Aoi loving him...
Aoi loves him?
“Oh.”
“Uruha,” Aoi chuckled, but he kept his arms pressed at either side of Uruha, their bodies six inches apart. “You're going to have to be a bit more articulate, you know.”
Uruha looked into Aoi’s eyes, nervous but exhilarated at the same time. “Yuu,” he began softly. “It’s... it’s been so long. I don’t even know how to start.”
That was all Aoi needed to hear.
The next thing Uruha knew, Aoi’s lips came crashing against his, and both kissed the each other with passion Uruha never imagined could be real. It was flames of passions that had been buried for the past few years, ignited again at last, and he couldn’t help himself. He had been wanting Aoi for so long. Tongues intertwined, and Uruha dug his fingers into Aoi’s hair and neck, trying to close the distance even more.
“I want you so badly, Kouyou,” Aoi whispered, echoing his thoughts aloud as they finally pulled apart for breath. “God… do you know everytime I look at you, how much I wanted you,” he sighed against Uruha’s soft lips. “It just hurt so bad to have that distance between us.”
“Hey,” Uruha whispered back, finding his voice at last. He cupped Aoi’s face in his hand and kissed him gently on the lips. “That doesn’t matter now.” Then, grinning a little, he added, “Happy Birthday.”
Aoi smiled, and wrapped his arms around Uruha, burying his face in Uruha’s shoulder and letting out a contented sigh.
At 30, he’d finally gotten what he’d been wanting all along.
Uruha.
A/N: First uruhaxaoi fic! 8D I’ve been meaning to write one for them for the longest time cuz they’re my gaze OTP lol but err sorry it turned out kinda sucky and predictable, I think it was really just based on Aoi's way-too-lonely musiQ vol13 interview + a dream I had about Aoi’s bday… rofl. And the bar scene was probably inspired by _newworld , who wrote some of my fav fics ever. Kudos! If you're interested, you can read my other fics (though only 2 others atm, lol) by clicking on the fanfic tag :3