The Fault in Our Wives [One-Shot]
Title : The Fault in Our Wives
Pairing : ChuHaru (or Yama)
Rating : PG-13
Genre : Angst, Drama, Romance
Disclaimer : Pikanchi (especialy arashi) is not mine ;_;
Sumarry : Chu always felt empty after his family left him, but one day Haru showed up on his door, and maybe, his life wouldn't be so empty anymore.
A/N : AH I FINALLY MADE IT. Tbh i was itching to write this after i watched pikanchi just because...hmm, their problems are the saddest, for me? idk, just, in any case the idea wont leave me alone and i NEED to write this so since tonight i have time, I did it! I know that I should've been continuing on the series but...forgive mee! This need to come out first LOL. This chapter is unbetaed, so pls forgive me for any mistakes! Comments will be loved! (idk if this is a one-shot or drabble but its not that short to be a drabble so yeah.)
p.s : i'm dying at the title LOL
Chu had wanted to spend his Friday night by relaxing and drinking at his empty apartment - no, it wasn’t literally empty, but his apartment was lacking from his kid’s laughter and his wife’s chattering; it has been awhile, but Chu did like to reminiscence. So that night, he had prepare some beer and snacks, and he had seated himself already in front of the TV; wearing a simple t-shirt and trunks and mindlessly changing his TV channel when suddenly, the bell rang.
Now, no one was usually sane enough to visit at almost midnight like this, and so, for a moment, Chu kinda hoped that it was his boy and his wife; it was silly, yes, but he couldn’t help but to hope. He jumped from the sofa and steadily made his way to the door, opening it eagerly.
But it wasn’t his wife, or his kid.
It was Haru.
Chu had almost wanted to scold him; gosh if Haru had wanted to see him, they could’ve just met up tomorrow after all. But he noticed that something was off - despite the fact that Haru was only in his pajama - and that Haru wasn’t like his usual self. The man looked very sad, and tired, and the usually sparkling brown eyes were really dull right now, to the point that Chu felt like the one who was standing in front of him wasn’t Haru at all. But of course, it was none other than Haru; the smaller man looked up at him, and he stuttered, “A-am…Am I…bothering you?”
Chu blinked at him, and then he smiled at the other man as he opened the door wider. “No.” He said softly. “Come on in.”
Haru nodded, and then the man walked in first while Chu stayed behind to lock the door. When he turned around though, Haru was just standing there, in the hallway, and he looked like so lost, eyes staring into nothing even when Chu was approaching him. “Haru.” Chu called him, hands grabbing on the smaller man’s shoulders gently. “Haru, what’s wrong?”
“We…we had a fight.” Haru said, though his eyes were still unfocused. “We had a fight…and she left. She said she wanted to…to have a di-divorce.”
Chu went quiet; somehow, he was almost sure that it wasn’t the real problem here. “And?” He coaxed.
Haru opened his mouth, but then he closed it again, almost as if the words were too unbearable for him to say. Chu wasn’t going to force him though, and so he decided that he should just lead Haru to the sofa. But when he was about to move, Haru suddenly burst out, “She was taking Sachiko away with her.”
And that was it. Haru burst into tears after he said it, and it wasn’t even a half-hearted cry or a mocking cry like they both liked to do when something was sad but not sad enough; Haru was really crying, tears streaming down his face as the smaller man tried to hide his face from Chu with his hands. The sobs were wrecking his small body, and Chu could almost felt his pain - he felt like that too when his wife took his son away from him. The feeling of watching your son being taken away but knowing that you have no power to stop it; all of sudden, Chu was reminded of the scene all over again, how his wife was dragging his son through the door, and how his son was looking back at him with sad eyes, asking him to do something.
And yet, he didn’t. He couldn’t. And at that time, Chu just swallowed the tears, letting the pain slide all the way down from his throat before it finally was settling on his chest, making a nasty nest on it.
Chu understood the pain all too well, but at the same time, he envied Haru for being able to cry; for being brave enough to seek someone else for help, to have someone to listen to him. Chu himself couldn’t even move away from the sofa for a long while after his family left him, and he imagined Haru, the small, sad Haru walking out through the same door, looking for his family but failing, and deciding that it was painful enough that he sought for Chu instead.
Chu knew how he felt, but he didn’t know how to stop the pain, how to stop the tears that was still falling from Haru’s eyes, and so, he only did what he could.
He reached out, and he pulled Haru’s hands away from his face, showing the sad face of Haru - the smaller man immediately closed his eyes shut though, as tears were still spilling from his face. “You really love your daughter, aren’t you?” He mumbled softly, and Haru nodded in response, though he still refused to stare at him. “And I bet she loves you too.”
Haru let out a choked noise, and that was when Chu decided to hug him; it was surprising how small and fragile Haru felt in his arms, almost like he could break just by a snap of his hands. Haru, though, immediately clutched on Chu, fingers clenching into a fist on Chu’s back as another sob wrecked his body. “What am I supposed to do?” Haru asked between sobs. “What am I supposed to do, Chu?”
And honestly, Chu didn’t know. “I don’t know.” He answered honestly. “I don’t know.”
And he didn’t remember how long they stayed in that way, hugging on the hallway with Haru crying and Chu staring into the wall in front of him with unshed tears. He didn’t remember when Haru’s tears stopped, or when they finally moved to the sofa to have some drinks, finishing all the beers Chu had and looking for more. He didn’t remember who started it, or was it even intended anyway, but he remembered kissing Haru, remembered the warmth that Haru shared with him, remembered the sudden, endless craving of having physical contact with someone else. He remembered hugging Haru, remembered Haru’s tears, his voice, his long nails raking on Chu’s back as he throw his head back -
It felt surreal. It was painful. But Chu couldn’t stop. He needed this. He wanted this.
And the next morning, he woke up with a nasty, bad hangover, but he was fully aware of what just happened last night. Haru was already awake when he woke up, and the smaller man was staring at the ceiling, almost as if he couldn’t believe that they just did it last night. “We…” He trailed off.
“We did it.” Chu finished for him with a hoarse voice. He reached out for his electric cigarettes on the night stand, and he turned it on, taking a slow drag from it. “Yep, we did.”
Haru turned to stare at him like he was crazy. “But why?”
“I don’t know either.” Chu replied. His hand unconsciously went to rub his back, and he hissed a bit at the pain. “It just felt like the right thing to do.”
Haru was silent for a moment, like he wanted to argue but too tired to do so, and he looked away. “So, what…what are we now?”
“I don’t know.” Chu replied nonchalantly. “I’m still your friend though. I’m your Chu.”
“And I’m Haru.” Haru replied with a giggle, and Chu couldn’t help but smile in relief at the sight of Haru’s giggling, the exact opposite of what happened last night. “We…we couldn’t let the others know though. E-especially Takuma! He’d tease us!”
“My lips are sealed.” Chu promised him, though he was almost sure that the others would definitely found out, somehow. “So…” He turned off his cigarettes and put it back to where it was. “Breakfast?”
And Haru smiled widely. “I want scrambled eggs!”
Haru didn’t stay that long; after having a breakfast and shower, he borrowed some of Chu’s clothes to go home, while Chu said that he should just leave his pajama here for him to wash. Haru looked like he was about to object, so Chu quickly said, “If you left your pajama here, wouldn’t that be a reason for you to come again some other time?”
Haru blinked, and for a moment, Chu was afraid that he was going to refuse, but then a shy smile formed in Haru’s face and he nodded eagerly. “S-sure!” Haru stuttered. “I’ll be back again l-later!”
And with that, the smaller man left with his funny, side-walk style, but Chu didn’t felt sad at all when he was watching him leave.
Rather, he was smiling.
It seems like his life wouldn’t be too empty anymore.
Pairing : ChuHaru (or Yama)
Rating : PG-13
Genre : Angst, Drama, Romance
Disclaimer : Pikanchi (especialy arashi) is not mine ;_;
Sumarry : Chu always felt empty after his family left him, but one day Haru showed up on his door, and maybe, his life wouldn't be so empty anymore.
A/N : AH I FINALLY MADE IT. Tbh i was itching to write this after i watched pikanchi just because...hmm, their problems are the saddest, for me? idk, just, in any case the idea wont leave me alone and i NEED to write this so since tonight i have time, I did it! I know that I should've been continuing on the series but...forgive mee! This need to come out first LOL. This chapter is unbetaed, so pls forgive me for any mistakes! Comments will be loved! (idk if this is a one-shot or drabble but its not that short to be a drabble so yeah.)
p.s : i'm dying at the title LOL
Chu had wanted to spend his Friday night by relaxing and drinking at his empty apartment - no, it wasn’t literally empty, but his apartment was lacking from his kid’s laughter and his wife’s chattering; it has been awhile, but Chu did like to reminiscence. So that night, he had prepare some beer and snacks, and he had seated himself already in front of the TV; wearing a simple t-shirt and trunks and mindlessly changing his TV channel when suddenly, the bell rang.
Now, no one was usually sane enough to visit at almost midnight like this, and so, for a moment, Chu kinda hoped that it was his boy and his wife; it was silly, yes, but he couldn’t help but to hope. He jumped from the sofa and steadily made his way to the door, opening it eagerly.
But it wasn’t his wife, or his kid.
It was Haru.
Chu had almost wanted to scold him; gosh if Haru had wanted to see him, they could’ve just met up tomorrow after all. But he noticed that something was off - despite the fact that Haru was only in his pajama - and that Haru wasn’t like his usual self. The man looked very sad, and tired, and the usually sparkling brown eyes were really dull right now, to the point that Chu felt like the one who was standing in front of him wasn’t Haru at all. But of course, it was none other than Haru; the smaller man looked up at him, and he stuttered, “A-am…Am I…bothering you?”
Chu blinked at him, and then he smiled at the other man as he opened the door wider. “No.” He said softly. “Come on in.”
Haru nodded, and then the man walked in first while Chu stayed behind to lock the door. When he turned around though, Haru was just standing there, in the hallway, and he looked like so lost, eyes staring into nothing even when Chu was approaching him. “Haru.” Chu called him, hands grabbing on the smaller man’s shoulders gently. “Haru, what’s wrong?”
“We…we had a fight.” Haru said, though his eyes were still unfocused. “We had a fight…and she left. She said she wanted to…to have a di-divorce.”
Chu went quiet; somehow, he was almost sure that it wasn’t the real problem here. “And?” He coaxed.
Haru opened his mouth, but then he closed it again, almost as if the words were too unbearable for him to say. Chu wasn’t going to force him though, and so he decided that he should just lead Haru to the sofa. But when he was about to move, Haru suddenly burst out, “She was taking Sachiko away with her.”
And that was it. Haru burst into tears after he said it, and it wasn’t even a half-hearted cry or a mocking cry like they both liked to do when something was sad but not sad enough; Haru was really crying, tears streaming down his face as the smaller man tried to hide his face from Chu with his hands. The sobs were wrecking his small body, and Chu could almost felt his pain - he felt like that too when his wife took his son away from him. The feeling of watching your son being taken away but knowing that you have no power to stop it; all of sudden, Chu was reminded of the scene all over again, how his wife was dragging his son through the door, and how his son was looking back at him with sad eyes, asking him to do something.
And yet, he didn’t. He couldn’t. And at that time, Chu just swallowed the tears, letting the pain slide all the way down from his throat before it finally was settling on his chest, making a nasty nest on it.
Chu understood the pain all too well, but at the same time, he envied Haru for being able to cry; for being brave enough to seek someone else for help, to have someone to listen to him. Chu himself couldn’t even move away from the sofa for a long while after his family left him, and he imagined Haru, the small, sad Haru walking out through the same door, looking for his family but failing, and deciding that it was painful enough that he sought for Chu instead.
Chu knew how he felt, but he didn’t know how to stop the pain, how to stop the tears that was still falling from Haru’s eyes, and so, he only did what he could.
He reached out, and he pulled Haru’s hands away from his face, showing the sad face of Haru - the smaller man immediately closed his eyes shut though, as tears were still spilling from his face. “You really love your daughter, aren’t you?” He mumbled softly, and Haru nodded in response, though he still refused to stare at him. “And I bet she loves you too.”
Haru let out a choked noise, and that was when Chu decided to hug him; it was surprising how small and fragile Haru felt in his arms, almost like he could break just by a snap of his hands. Haru, though, immediately clutched on Chu, fingers clenching into a fist on Chu’s back as another sob wrecked his body. “What am I supposed to do?” Haru asked between sobs. “What am I supposed to do, Chu?”
And honestly, Chu didn’t know. “I don’t know.” He answered honestly. “I don’t know.”
And he didn’t remember how long they stayed in that way, hugging on the hallway with Haru crying and Chu staring into the wall in front of him with unshed tears. He didn’t remember when Haru’s tears stopped, or when they finally moved to the sofa to have some drinks, finishing all the beers Chu had and looking for more. He didn’t remember who started it, or was it even intended anyway, but he remembered kissing Haru, remembered the warmth that Haru shared with him, remembered the sudden, endless craving of having physical contact with someone else. He remembered hugging Haru, remembered Haru’s tears, his voice, his long nails raking on Chu’s back as he throw his head back -
It felt surreal. It was painful. But Chu couldn’t stop. He needed this. He wanted this.
And the next morning, he woke up with a nasty, bad hangover, but he was fully aware of what just happened last night. Haru was already awake when he woke up, and the smaller man was staring at the ceiling, almost as if he couldn’t believe that they just did it last night. “We…” He trailed off.
“We did it.” Chu finished for him with a hoarse voice. He reached out for his electric cigarettes on the night stand, and he turned it on, taking a slow drag from it. “Yep, we did.”
Haru turned to stare at him like he was crazy. “But why?”
“I don’t know either.” Chu replied. His hand unconsciously went to rub his back, and he hissed a bit at the pain. “It just felt like the right thing to do.”
Haru was silent for a moment, like he wanted to argue but too tired to do so, and he looked away. “So, what…what are we now?”
“I don’t know.” Chu replied nonchalantly. “I’m still your friend though. I’m your Chu.”
“And I’m Haru.” Haru replied with a giggle, and Chu couldn’t help but smile in relief at the sight of Haru’s giggling, the exact opposite of what happened last night. “We…we couldn’t let the others know though. E-especially Takuma! He’d tease us!”
“My lips are sealed.” Chu promised him, though he was almost sure that the others would definitely found out, somehow. “So…” He turned off his cigarettes and put it back to where it was. “Breakfast?”
And Haru smiled widely. “I want scrambled eggs!”
Haru didn’t stay that long; after having a breakfast and shower, he borrowed some of Chu’s clothes to go home, while Chu said that he should just leave his pajama here for him to wash. Haru looked like he was about to object, so Chu quickly said, “If you left your pajama here, wouldn’t that be a reason for you to come again some other time?”
Haru blinked, and for a moment, Chu was afraid that he was going to refuse, but then a shy smile formed in Haru’s face and he nodded eagerly. “S-sure!” Haru stuttered. “I’ll be back again l-later!”
And with that, the smaller man left with his funny, side-walk style, but Chu didn’t felt sad at all when he was watching him leave.
Rather, he was smiling.
It seems like his life wouldn’t be too empty anymore.