Worth [Oneshot]
Title: Worth
Pairing: Jun/Nino
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff (? dunno)
Word count: 1434
Summary:
He had given him everything over and over again without noticing the hidden meaning behind his own actions...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the johnnys and neither does Johnny-san cause they are people! I only own the story~♥
A/N: please tell me if you catch a grammar mistake or anything! I'm studying English at university so any comments about my mistakes would really help me~! =)
Worth~
Without himself noticing, he had started giving him everything. It was only simple things, pretty trivial, but at the same time precious, with meanings that weren’t initially meant. He just did it because he felt like doing it. Following his heart’s wishes he had given him everything over and over again without noticing the hidden meaning behind his own actions, until it was too late to take them back. Well, it wasn’t like he wanted to, anyway.
Letting out an excited “Yatta,” Nino high-fived Aiba and, advancing a couple steps, he nonchalantly hugged Jun; a big smile on the trio’s faces together with a transparent excitement after having won the silly game. The magician’s arms barely drew Jun close with a soft and gentle strength, his hand patting the curve of his back with a child’s force. Meanwhile, Jun only slid his arms around the shorter man, his strength just as soft and gentle as the other male’s, embracing him with a shining grin plastered on his face and letting him go after a brief moment.
But their arms lingered on each other’s back as they stood side by side with a smile on their faces, while the other team --the rest of Arashi plus the guest-- lamented their loss.
He had given him a hug.
Sweat coming out from every pore on their skin, the five of them walked off of the stage and down the stairs, drying up their faces with the towels the staff had handed them.
“Good work, guys!” Sho cheered with a tired but bright smile as he patted Aiba on the back and looked at each of the members’ faces to deliver his feelings. The five idols smiled widely, patting each others’ back to show they shared the exact same feelings.
Nino slid each of his arms behind Ohno and Matsujun, meeting the latter’s gaze as he returned the gesture the same way. Seeing the big smile on the younger’s face, his white teeth shining wonderfully in an astounding smile, Nino couldn’t help but imitate that same smile which transmitted the satisfaction, contentment and pride they were feeling. The message conveyed through their gazes reached the other and their arms squeezed each other closer in a comforting manner.
He had given him one of his honest smiles.
Closing his eyes tightly, he covered his face with his hands. Nino tried to hold himself together. He tried to imagine a sweet, nice, quiet and safe place, picturing in his head great green prairies --like the ones in movies-- that never seemed to end. But in the middle of the tall grass and the flowing flower’s petals that the breeze carried away, her figure, her face, her eyes and her smile popped up in his safe place, burning the whole prairie to ashes.
He wasn’t sure if the light and gentle feeling of a hand on his shoulder made it better or just worsened it. The light reassuring squeeze certainly worsened it as he could no longer held in his tears; those little warm crystals rolling down his face and through his fingers. But when a couple of arms snaked around him with a sweet strength and a hint of worry, embracing him into a tender warmness, he felt completely grateful of the fact that Jun was next to him, for him.
It just got better when a couple murmured words of assurance and promises tickled his ears and hair.
He had also given him his bitter and shameful tears.
“Good morning…” he greeted tiredly as he walked into the greenroom, three other voices greeting back with different enthusiasm. “Oh, Riida isn’t here yet?” he asked out of routine as he left his bag on the floor against the couch.
“Mhm,” Aiba nodded, “there are still 10 minutes left; is not late yet,” he added as he walked over to Sho to take a peek at what the other was reading.
“Mh,” Nino hummed to acknowledge he had listened as he flopped down onto the couch, resting his head on Jun’s thighs. The younger barely looked down at him, slightly surprised, but didn’t pay him further attention and focused on continuing reading the script on his hand. After all, the magician was known for his -maybe almost-- excessive skinship.
Nino closed his eyes for a few moments, totally content with his position and not minding the brief glance he knew he had received from the two older men, as he lied there. Bored, he opened his eyes and looked up towards Matsujun’s face: the diva was truly focused on the script, trying to memorize all of his lines properly. Nino found himself trapped by that serious but relaxed expression on the younger’s face; it was something he really admired of him, the passion he invested in everything he did, and showing that he truly loved what he was doing and giving his best at it.
“What are you looking at?” Matsujun interrupted his thoughts, looking down at him from his script. “It’s kind of creepy,” he mockingly said and Nino pinched his arm in retaliation, causing the younger to wince and slap his hand away.
“What? Now I can’t look at your pretty face?” the magician mocked back while poking the diva’s cheek playfully. The comment vaguely surprised the younger man, but he just laughed it off. After all, Nino was just too bored.
Noting that Jun had decided to ignore him and insist on reading on, Nino decided to look at him a little longer. Maybe he could have it engraved on his mind. Oh, wait, that’s what cameras are for. Taking his mobile phone out of his pocket, he pretended to be writing a text message, and covering the speakers with his chubby fingers he took a silent picture of his bandmate. He was still lying on the couch with his head on Jun’s thighs, so the picture was taken in a weird angle. But Nino didn’t truly mind.
He pressed the save button and realized what he was doing, his movements halted for a second but he immediately composed himself and put his mobile phone back into his trousers’ pocket. Was it normal to be so captivated by someone’s face? Well, it wasn’t someone’s face; it was Matsumoto Jun’s face. Nonetheless, it wasn’t such a normal thing for Nino.
The diva glanced down at the man on his lap and, seeing him still looking at his face, grinned and went back to his script.
He had given up.
“Good morning,” greeted Ohno as he walked into the greenroom followed by their manager, four pair of eyes on them as the rest greeted back.
“Now that everyone is here let’s go to the rehearsal room. If there is anything to discuss let’s do it there,” informed their manager from the door. Ohno just turned around and followed him into the corridor. The other four stood up and grabbed their bags to follow them.
As Jun walked behind Aiba and Sho, almost reaching the corridor, a hand grabbed his wrist halting him to a stop. He turned around to ask what was wrong just to find a couple of hazel eyes looming curiously near his face. He instinctively stepped back, but then another hand grabbed his free wrist and held him in place, until soft lips brushed against his own plump ones. He froze and --for a few seconds that seemed eternity-- stopped breathing.
His expression was hilarious and Nino couldn’t help but laugh as he let go of one of Matsujun’s wrists and, pulling him by the other, dragged him out of the greenroom. The stunned Jun could only let himself be guided by the warm hand on his skin and the almost childish figure in front of him.
He had given him one of his sweetest kisses.
But all that didn’t mean a thing, it didn’t really matter. Even if he gave him everything, it wasn’t a sacrifice, because giving everything of himself to Jun made him feel delighted. Because a hug, a smile, a kiss weren’t -for him-- worth as much as what Matsujun was giving him: the sensation of that skin on his hand, how Jun slowly shook off the grasp on his wrist and, instead, held his hand. That feeling of a warm hand on his, fingers interlacing shyly, and a soft, unsure but tender squeeze on his hand made giving everything to Jun so much worth it. Because giving a hug, a smile, a kiss weren’t worth as much as the happiness Jun was giving him.
Honestly, I'm kinda unsure about this fic... I think I wrote it in an odd way :S maybe it's because I wrote it half a year ago and my writing style has changed since then... but since I love matsumiya so much I decided to post it anyway~ :D
Even so, I'm still awfully unsure... (>.<)~
Pairing: Jun/Nino
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff (? dunno)
Word count: 1434
Summary:
He had given him everything over and over again without noticing the hidden meaning behind his own actions...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the johnnys and neither does Johnny-san cause they are people! I only own the story~♥
A/N: please tell me if you catch a grammar mistake or anything! I'm studying English at university so any comments about my mistakes would really help me~! =)
Worth~
Without himself noticing, he had started giving him everything. It was only simple things, pretty trivial, but at the same time precious, with meanings that weren’t initially meant. He just did it because he felt like doing it. Following his heart’s wishes he had given him everything over and over again without noticing the hidden meaning behind his own actions, until it was too late to take them back. Well, it wasn’t like he wanted to, anyway.
Letting out an excited “Yatta,” Nino high-fived Aiba and, advancing a couple steps, he nonchalantly hugged Jun; a big smile on the trio’s faces together with a transparent excitement after having won the silly game. The magician’s arms barely drew Jun close with a soft and gentle strength, his hand patting the curve of his back with a child’s force. Meanwhile, Jun only slid his arms around the shorter man, his strength just as soft and gentle as the other male’s, embracing him with a shining grin plastered on his face and letting him go after a brief moment.
But their arms lingered on each other’s back as they stood side by side with a smile on their faces, while the other team --the rest of Arashi plus the guest-- lamented their loss.
He had given him a hug.
Sweat coming out from every pore on their skin, the five of them walked off of the stage and down the stairs, drying up their faces with the towels the staff had handed them.
“Good work, guys!” Sho cheered with a tired but bright smile as he patted Aiba on the back and looked at each of the members’ faces to deliver his feelings. The five idols smiled widely, patting each others’ back to show they shared the exact same feelings.
Nino slid each of his arms behind Ohno and Matsujun, meeting the latter’s gaze as he returned the gesture the same way. Seeing the big smile on the younger’s face, his white teeth shining wonderfully in an astounding smile, Nino couldn’t help but imitate that same smile which transmitted the satisfaction, contentment and pride they were feeling. The message conveyed through their gazes reached the other and their arms squeezed each other closer in a comforting manner.
He had given him one of his honest smiles.
Closing his eyes tightly, he covered his face with his hands. Nino tried to hold himself together. He tried to imagine a sweet, nice, quiet and safe place, picturing in his head great green prairies --like the ones in movies-- that never seemed to end. But in the middle of the tall grass and the flowing flower’s petals that the breeze carried away, her figure, her face, her eyes and her smile popped up in his safe place, burning the whole prairie to ashes.
He wasn’t sure if the light and gentle feeling of a hand on his shoulder made it better or just worsened it. The light reassuring squeeze certainly worsened it as he could no longer held in his tears; those little warm crystals rolling down his face and through his fingers. But when a couple of arms snaked around him with a sweet strength and a hint of worry, embracing him into a tender warmness, he felt completely grateful of the fact that Jun was next to him, for him.
It just got better when a couple murmured words of assurance and promises tickled his ears and hair.
He had also given him his bitter and shameful tears.
“Good morning…” he greeted tiredly as he walked into the greenroom, three other voices greeting back with different enthusiasm. “Oh, Riida isn’t here yet?” he asked out of routine as he left his bag on the floor against the couch.
“Mhm,” Aiba nodded, “there are still 10 minutes left; is not late yet,” he added as he walked over to Sho to take a peek at what the other was reading.
“Mh,” Nino hummed to acknowledge he had listened as he flopped down onto the couch, resting his head on Jun’s thighs. The younger barely looked down at him, slightly surprised, but didn’t pay him further attention and focused on continuing reading the script on his hand. After all, the magician was known for his -maybe almost-- excessive skinship.
Nino closed his eyes for a few moments, totally content with his position and not minding the brief glance he knew he had received from the two older men, as he lied there. Bored, he opened his eyes and looked up towards Matsujun’s face: the diva was truly focused on the script, trying to memorize all of his lines properly. Nino found himself trapped by that serious but relaxed expression on the younger’s face; it was something he really admired of him, the passion he invested in everything he did, and showing that he truly loved what he was doing and giving his best at it.
“What are you looking at?” Matsujun interrupted his thoughts, looking down at him from his script. “It’s kind of creepy,” he mockingly said and Nino pinched his arm in retaliation, causing the younger to wince and slap his hand away.
“What? Now I can’t look at your pretty face?” the magician mocked back while poking the diva’s cheek playfully. The comment vaguely surprised the younger man, but he just laughed it off. After all, Nino was just too bored.
Noting that Jun had decided to ignore him and insist on reading on, Nino decided to look at him a little longer. Maybe he could have it engraved on his mind. Oh, wait, that’s what cameras are for. Taking his mobile phone out of his pocket, he pretended to be writing a text message, and covering the speakers with his chubby fingers he took a silent picture of his bandmate. He was still lying on the couch with his head on Jun’s thighs, so the picture was taken in a weird angle. But Nino didn’t truly mind.
He pressed the save button and realized what he was doing, his movements halted for a second but he immediately composed himself and put his mobile phone back into his trousers’ pocket. Was it normal to be so captivated by someone’s face? Well, it wasn’t someone’s face; it was Matsumoto Jun’s face. Nonetheless, it wasn’t such a normal thing for Nino.
The diva glanced down at the man on his lap and, seeing him still looking at his face, grinned and went back to his script.
He had given up.
“Good morning,” greeted Ohno as he walked into the greenroom followed by their manager, four pair of eyes on them as the rest greeted back.
“Now that everyone is here let’s go to the rehearsal room. If there is anything to discuss let’s do it there,” informed their manager from the door. Ohno just turned around and followed him into the corridor. The other four stood up and grabbed their bags to follow them.
As Jun walked behind Aiba and Sho, almost reaching the corridor, a hand grabbed his wrist halting him to a stop. He turned around to ask what was wrong just to find a couple of hazel eyes looming curiously near his face. He instinctively stepped back, but then another hand grabbed his free wrist and held him in place, until soft lips brushed against his own plump ones. He froze and --for a few seconds that seemed eternity-- stopped breathing.
His expression was hilarious and Nino couldn’t help but laugh as he let go of one of Matsujun’s wrists and, pulling him by the other, dragged him out of the greenroom. The stunned Jun could only let himself be guided by the warm hand on his skin and the almost childish figure in front of him.
He had given him one of his sweetest kisses.
But all that didn’t mean a thing, it didn’t really matter. Even if he gave him everything, it wasn’t a sacrifice, because giving everything of himself to Jun made him feel delighted. Because a hug, a smile, a kiss weren’t -for him-- worth as much as what Matsujun was giving him: the sensation of that skin on his hand, how Jun slowly shook off the grasp on his wrist and, instead, held his hand. That feeling of a warm hand on his, fingers interlacing shyly, and a soft, unsure but tender squeeze on his hand made giving everything to Jun so much worth it. Because giving a hug, a smile, a kiss weren’t worth as much as the happiness Jun was giving him.
Honestly, I'm kinda unsure about this fic... I think I wrote it in an odd way :S maybe it's because I wrote it half a year ago and my writing style has changed since then... but since I love matsumiya so much I decided to post it anyway~ :D
Even so, I'm still awfully unsure... (>.<)~