Seventeen Sixty Five: Chapter Nineteen
Title: Seventeen Sixty Five
Pairing: Yabu Kota x OC
Warnings: Cursing, A little bit on the adult side (?), Unbeta-ed.
Summary: Decisions are always not one-sided. Leaving, acceptance and moving on requires both their consent.
Disclaimer: I'd go have my future son audition for Johnny's. And break girls' hearts. JE is not mine.
Chapters:
01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | x | 20 | 21 | 22 |
Chapter Nineteen: A can of coffee and Emails
She was in a good mood today. She probably would kiss Kota as soon as she sees him home.
Yes, home. She'll be going home. She'll go back to Tokyo, move her things and maybe live a happily ever after with him.
She dialled a number. "Yes, I'll be there in a few minutes."
-
Why was he too gorgeous for his own good? Kuroki Meisa could only wonder in amazement as the younger boy continued sleeping beside her.
She turned the engine off and glanced at his ever-so-peaceful face.
It was an open opportunity, wasn't it? She could probably do whatever she likes with him and he won't push her off. If she's lucky, he'd probably reciprocate to her even. She can get away with anything. Anything at all.
She inched closer.
-
'I knew you guys will patch up soon!' An estatic email from Arioka Daiki flashed at her cellphone's screen. It wasn't like the older boy to be that happy in real life, but she was thankful nontheless.
'And you? How about you?'
'What do you mean how about me?'
'Weren't you busy breaking girls' hearts?'
'Shut up, Ai. I never broke a heart.'
-
The stench of alcohol was in his clothes, it was in her hair, it was in his lips. She could smell his breath reek of it as she leaned in closer, closer, closer.
He stirred, his perfectly shaped lips forming an oblivious small smile. It was the same smile he used to give her when they were filming their first drama together. She remembered wishing for that smile to be hers, but sadly, she was a little bit too late in trying to win him in.
Was this even what she wanted? Really, if she was trying to compete with Kitagawa Ai, she needed to be fair. That was the first rule.
But she got this far. Turning back means losing everything within a snap.
She shrugged her thoughts off.
-
'Don't get all sad with me, Arioka.'
'I'm serious, idiot. I got my heart broken before though.'
'Really? Wow, that's some harsh girl.'
'She's an idiot so... meh.'
'You still like her, don't you?'
'I've always did.'
There was a tugging feeling at the back of her mind when she read that. Was it someone she knew? She was about to type in the question for him, but there was something else that grabbed her attention.
-
One thing she hated most in men is that they seem not to care in vomiting inside their own cars. If Meisa wasn't there, she was quite sure the boy wouldn't even care about filling up his luxury car in barf.
Then again, if she wasn't there, maybe he isn't drunk in the first place.
She guided him as he belched out in a nearby trashcan. Oh, what will people say if they found out the good Yabu Kota was strong in drinking alcohol. And that he was getting drunk with another woman.
She noticed the small office across the street. "Hey," She said as she tapped his shoulder. "Isn't that your lawyer's office?"
He glanced at the small office too, eyes cringed in difficulty. He gave up trying to decipher the blur within five seconds, his head throbbing. "I don't know."
She made a face and grabbed a can of coffee. "Here." They sat on the roadside.
-
There was no doubt about it. Two thin figures hunched over the roadside, one of them too intoxicated to even move.
Even if she was fifteen thousand miles away, she'd probably know who it was. His silhouette, his face, his arms. It was just too familiar.
Now, would it be fair to say that it broke her heart? She never really believed in rumors because she held on to hope that Yabu Kota loved her back as much as she loved him.
But the sight she's seeing now makes her think otherwise.
The older woman's hand was wrapped around Yabu's as they both held on to a can of coffee. The simple gesture made her heart sink. There was a reason of course why she wanted those papers processed in the first place. Maybe this was it.
She dialled the first number she could think of.
Pairing: Yabu Kota x OC
Warnings: Cursing, A little bit on the adult side (?), Unbeta-ed.
Summary: Decisions are always not one-sided. Leaving, acceptance and moving on requires both their consent.
Disclaimer: I'd go have my future son audition for Johnny's. And break girls' hearts. JE is not mine.
Chapters:
01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | x | 20 | 21 | 22 |
Chapter Nineteen: A can of coffee and Emails
She was in a good mood today. She probably would kiss Kota as soon as she sees him home.
Yes, home. She'll be going home. She'll go back to Tokyo, move her things and maybe live a happily ever after with him.
She dialled a number. "Yes, I'll be there in a few minutes."
-
Why was he too gorgeous for his own good? Kuroki Meisa could only wonder in amazement as the younger boy continued sleeping beside her.
She turned the engine off and glanced at his ever-so-peaceful face.
It was an open opportunity, wasn't it? She could probably do whatever she likes with him and he won't push her off. If she's lucky, he'd probably reciprocate to her even. She can get away with anything. Anything at all.
She inched closer.
-
'I knew you guys will patch up soon!' An estatic email from Arioka Daiki flashed at her cellphone's screen. It wasn't like the older boy to be that happy in real life, but she was thankful nontheless.
'And you? How about you?'
'What do you mean how about me?'
'Weren't you busy breaking girls' hearts?'
'Shut up, Ai. I never broke a heart.'
-
The stench of alcohol was in his clothes, it was in her hair, it was in his lips. She could smell his breath reek of it as she leaned in closer, closer, closer.
He stirred, his perfectly shaped lips forming an oblivious small smile. It was the same smile he used to give her when they were filming their first drama together. She remembered wishing for that smile to be hers, but sadly, she was a little bit too late in trying to win him in.
Was this even what she wanted? Really, if she was trying to compete with Kitagawa Ai, she needed to be fair. That was the first rule.
But she got this far. Turning back means losing everything within a snap.
She shrugged her thoughts off.
-
'Don't get all sad with me, Arioka.'
'I'm serious, idiot. I got my heart broken before though.'
'Really? Wow, that's some harsh girl.'
'She's an idiot so... meh.'
'You still like her, don't you?'
'I've always did.'
There was a tugging feeling at the back of her mind when she read that. Was it someone she knew? She was about to type in the question for him, but there was something else that grabbed her attention.
-
One thing she hated most in men is that they seem not to care in vomiting inside their own cars. If Meisa wasn't there, she was quite sure the boy wouldn't even care about filling up his luxury car in barf.
Then again, if she wasn't there, maybe he isn't drunk in the first place.
She guided him as he belched out in a nearby trashcan. Oh, what will people say if they found out the good Yabu Kota was strong in drinking alcohol. And that he was getting drunk with another woman.
She noticed the small office across the street. "Hey," She said as she tapped his shoulder. "Isn't that your lawyer's office?"
He glanced at the small office too, eyes cringed in difficulty. He gave up trying to decipher the blur within five seconds, his head throbbing. "I don't know."
She made a face and grabbed a can of coffee. "Here." They sat on the roadside.
-
There was no doubt about it. Two thin figures hunched over the roadside, one of them too intoxicated to even move.
Even if she was fifteen thousand miles away, she'd probably know who it was. His silhouette, his face, his arms. It was just too familiar.
Now, would it be fair to say that it broke her heart? She never really believed in rumors because she held on to hope that Yabu Kota loved her back as much as she loved him.
But the sight she's seeing now makes her think otherwise.
The older woman's hand was wrapped around Yabu's as they both held on to a can of coffee. The simple gesture made her heart sink. There was a reason of course why she wanted those papers processed in the first place. Maybe this was it.
She dialled the first number she could think of.