Not a Game - chapter 1
Title: Not a Game
Pairing: Matsumiya, Yama
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, crossover, crack, romance-comedy
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Cliche story based on same genre everywhere, about a love begin from a pretend one. But mostly come from kdramas "Full House" and "My Name is Kim Sam Soon". Just a little adjustment from me.
Summary: Ninomiya Kazunari's life was simply revolved around his love for gaming. But then, not more when he met a popular idol Matsumoto Jun.
A/N 1: When I wish to take part in celebrating this Nino’s month, I thought 'why not make it for Jun altogether?' since their month quite close to each other. So then I start plotting this all ^^" I've learnt from Sho’s birthday fic making process, that I can be really bad at deadline. I don't know... I hope this time won't be too long. And Happy Bday Nino! ^^
A/N 2: Un-beta ed. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes. Please be gentle to me.
chapter 1 : It's Real
When one's life revolved around a particular thing, mostly the other things happened won't be so important to take into account. For Ninomiya Kazunari it was his gaming time. Really. He could be just gaming nonstop, all day long, without any care what happened outside his little gaming world. As long as his gaming time not disturbed, he thought even if the sky fell down he won't mind. Although if it really did happened he could imagined the chaos would sure disturbed him, er, but anyway the point was his gaming time was everything to him.
If he thought back, not also everything less matter. Recently he realized even his brain only memorized stuffs he had from his gaming world only, while he didn't really remember his other parts of life. Such as of now, he only remembered really into a certain genre of RPG until the point to play the entire game nonstop he didn't even remember the last time he ate or even slept.
'Dating The Idol'. He forgot the exact name of the game. But it was a kind of RPG in which you played as someone who got lucky enough to bump into a popular idol. Then started to date the idol. Then facing difficult troubles etcetera because of your relationship. Really.
Actually it wasn't like he particularly interested in that genre. But the game got good review, and why not tried a bit, right? Then after he started, he just couldn't stop. It wasn't like he fantasized for it to be happened. Nor liked he secretly wished for it. Ehem. Well, but everyone somehow always love an almost impossible too good to be true everything, right? Including this too good to be true idol lover, ah! He didn't know why suddenly rambling nonsense about this. And also inside his head for all the matter.
Really.
It was just his head hurt. So bad. He cringed at the pain throbbing at his skull, and winced as he tried to stir awake. He groaned and heard some rustling.
"Are you awake, yet?" someone was asking him.
He didn't recognize the voice. He tried to sit up but groaned again when his head hurt more. Firm hands gripped his shoulders tried to prevent him to try sit again and helped him lay down.
"It's okay. Don't move if it still hurts anywhere," a gentle voice told him.
He relaxed a bit, but eventually atleast tried to open his eyes. He didn't even remember why he closed his eyes in the first place. Was he sleeping or something? But then why his head hurt like hell? A hangover? Nah! He knew himself too well for being a cheapskate to even bought himself any drink and got drunk. Nope. He was positive he would rather be sober and keep the money, thank you very much.
He blinked a few times, somehow the light in the room was so bright, and cringed again. When his eyes had adjusted, he could see the white ceiling. He was inside a room, mostly decorated in white. Huh? Was he in a hospital? He groaned then closed his eyes again, mentally scolding himself for whatever mess he made for ended up being here. Felt even more sorry for his money to pay this up.
He vaguely heard another voice said something about, "-call the doctor" before there was the sound rustling out from the room. The room quite again, but he thought he could still sense someone's presence beside his bed. Was it the person with gentle voice he heard before?
He didn't want to open his eyes again yet though. Instead he thought again about his situation. What exactly happen to him? He trully didn't remember anything other than played those 'dating' RPG. Also the pain in his head wasn't helping much.
There was rustling again he heard came inside the room. "How do you feel? Does it hurts anywhere?" He assumed it was the doctor who asked, while at the same time he felt being examined quickly.
He groaned a little as respon, but finally manage a weak mumbled "mmhead" for he meant to answer the question.
"I see, it must be hurt, yes considered you got your head hit pretty hard," said the doctor somehow got the message. "But we've examined you thoroughly when you're unconcious before, and found nothing dangerous for your body. We've even get your head scanned and the hit luckily not do any damage. So rest asure. You just need a lot of rest and you'll be better. I'll make you prescription to lessen the pain you feel."
With that said, the doctor leaved the room. He heard two voices said, "thank you" at the same time for the doctor before the room went quite again. Someone cleared his throat for some means to start conversation, and so Ninomiya tried to open his eyes again.
"I'm sorry, maybe it's best if we introduce ourself first," it was the person who called the doctor earlier who spoke. "My name is Sakurai Sho."
Sakurai as Ninomiya saw was a handsome man. The man's slightly wide forehead covered in his side bangs. He wore glasses and also a suit, Ninomiya somehow got the image of him being a butler somewhere. He saw this Sakurai man searched for something in his pocket, before handed a namecard into his palm.
"I am Matsumoto-san's manager here, and I-"
"Why am I here? What happened to me?" Ninomiya cut Sakurai. His voice still weak but he thought he managed to say it clear enough.
"Erm, I'm sorry for saying this, but we've got you into accident. Well, we hit you with our car. It was just that you suddenly came out of nowhere in front of our car, I hardly hit the brake, and-" Sakurai rambled and trailed a bit before continue, "I'm just so sorry. We rushed you here to hospital and got you thoroughly check, just like the doctor said, so don't worry nothing harm you seriously."
Ninomiya just blinked at the explanation. Sakurai sensed this a little awkward and so added a bit, "Well, you don't have to worry we'd paid all the fee and if you still wanted some compensation we could also negotiate further."
That! That were the words Ninomiya wanted to hear the most since he woke up. Even more than the assurance whatsover about his physical condition. He relaxed more into the pillow. "It's okay, I think we can work things out-"
"Do you know me?" a voice cut him. The gentle voice Ninomiya heard first when he awake before. "Do you know who I am?"
Ninomiya turned his sight to look better to the other person in the room. Just like Sakurai, this person was also handsome. He wore a really fancy clothes. But most of all the man had a very define face feature. A strong yet delicate jaw set, with intense eyes stared bored into everyone happen to have any eye contact, Ninomiya thought he would melt if he kept staring at those eyes. The rich eyebrows even made it looked like emphasized this feeling.
"Huh?" he managed to say confused.
"Ah, I forgot to introduce him. This is Matsumoto Jun-san," Sakurai introduced the man.
But the man named Matsumoto quickly asked again, "Don't you recognize me at all?"
Ninomiya blinked. "Do I supposed to know you?"
"You know, he's an idol, a very popular one, so you may hear his name before," Sakurai added again.
"Don't you even recognized my name?" Matsumoto asked again. Ninomiya thought he saw some hurt flashed momentarily at the man's eyes and voice before replace with coldness, and something he couldn't replace better than mix combination of anger-frustration-disbelieved. Well Ninomiya thought if you did really popular, might be sure frustrating when there's people not recognizing you like this.
"I'm really sorry. But I don't really follow to any news. Basically I turn on my television mostly just for gaming. You know, I'm quite a game freak like that, so I'm truly sorry if I may hurt your pride or something," Ninomiya tried to apologized.
Matsumoto just stared at him coldly before said in the most nonchalant way, "It's okay, I was just asking."
What a guy! Ninomiya saw that Matsumoto turned his head and stared outside the window instead, and when he followed to look out too seemed the sky already dark. What time is it again? He groan again, but suddenly stop dead and immediately tried to sit up. He regreted the action though, because the pain in his head came fully. His hand rubbed the back of his head and realized the bandage there.
Wait a minute! Ninomiya forced his mind to think in order. That Matsumoto guy is an idol? A popular one? And Ninomiya bumped into him accidentally? Wasn't it a bit like the scenario for RPG 'dating the idol' he played recently? Then didn't it mean this is all just... a dream!
Yeah, it was possible! Ninomiya thought with all those gaming nonstop for days, no doubt his mind finally got confused and made him saw this weird dream. He might just dead sleep in front of his television holding a controler in hand. It was too similar with the game to believe it was just the work of fate. Most of all, the fact that he couldn't remember anything beside playing the game, not even stepped outside of his house, made it sense more if this all just a dream right? But how about the bandage?
The tension in the room turned awkward, and so Sakurai seemed to tried lessen it. He cleared his throat again. "Well, Ninomiya-san where do you live? I asked doctor earlier after you awake actually you can go home. Tell us your address, we'd drop you there."
But Ninomiya barely listened. His mind still contemplated over this weird thing happened to him. No, really, just how high the possibility of him, a man who almost never come out his house met a popular idol just after he drown in a RPG about idol too? None.
"Erm, Ninomiya-san... are you listening? Do you still feel dizzy? Maybe it's better if you stay the night here? Do you even have someone at home to take care of you?" Sakurai asked again full of concern.
This Sakurai guy is nice. Mm, Ninomiya suddenly had idea to test...
"No, I live alone i think... Why don't you bring me to your place? If you are guilty enough, you can take care of me too right?" Ninomiya smirked. He knew he was making odd request. But this was for testing, whether this was just a dream or not. No sane man would let stranger stayed at his house, right?
Matsumoto raised one of his thick eyebrow. "Ok, fine. You can stay at mine."
WHAT?!
Ninomiya eyes bulged and his mouth gaped. This Matsumoto guy is must be weird, Ninomiya thought.
"Matsumoto-san! B-but w-why?" Sakurai couldn't help wondered.
"Yeah, why?!" Ninomiya added the question.
Again, Matsumoto raised his eyebrow and shrugged a little. "You asked me yourself don't you? I happen to have empty guest room. I also don't have any work until night tomorrow. It was partly our mistake for making you hurt like this. So, why not?"
"If you say so... I'll go inform the hospital administration. Then, I can drop you both at your place Matsumoto-san. So we all can quickly get rest," Sakurai in a flash already out from the room.
That was it? How could this people just let it happened? Shouldn't they be more careful? Find the request odd? Anything? Or, this was just a dream just like what he suspected. Yeah, this must be a dream. It must be a dream, Ninomiya concluded. After that Ninomiya just care no more about this weird 'dream'. Let what happen happened, and just enjoyed the show.
The sleepy feeling came again, Ninomiya thought it might from the painkiller or something. Or in case of a dream like this one, it might just supposed to be sleepy when you were dreaming? Mmm... He closed his eyes again, barely register Sakurai came back with a wheelchair and asked if he had anyone to contact which Ninomiya gave Sakurai his bestfriend's number, before he sleepily climbed out from bed then sat on the wheelchair. The wheelchair then moved along the hospital corridor slowly.
He vaguely recalled climbed into the middle seat of a fancy van, while Matsumoto guy climbed next to him and Sakurai be their driver, before drifted off to sleep again. Somewhere in the middle of the trip, his head fell into Matsumoto's shoulder. But the guy just let it stayed. In the middle of the way, when the car bumped a little and his body almost fell forward, Matsumoto even held his head closed to him. Mm, Ninomiya felt strangely safe.
Being a light sleeper, Ninomiya could felt the car stopped. Seemed they already arrived at Matsumoto's place. But too sleepy to even opened his eyes, Ninomiya just keep sleeping. He then felt like floating in the air, before realized belatedly that it was because someone had carried him bridal style!
Ninomiya quickly opened his eyes and struggled to stood up, but turned out Matsumoto gripped at his body tightly. So when Ninomiya opened his eyes he only looked straight into Matsumoto's eyes. For a while they keep staring at each other without words.
"Mind to let me down?" Ninomiya finally said.
Matsumoto blinked. "Okay," he put Ninomiya down easily. "You are so light."
Ninomiya snorted. "Sure." It really had nothing to do with the way he tended to forget to eat when already gaming. But yeah, no one cared he skinny or not.
Matsumoto walked passed him and opened his apartement door. Ninomiya gaped. The furnitures inside looked just as fancy as the clothes Matsumoto wore.
"Wow, your apartment looks so classy. Just like you," Ninomiya said casually. But when he looked at Matsumoto, the man looked like blushing. Did the popular idol not used to be praised? So cute, Ninomiya couldn't help but smirked.
"Erm, you can use this room," said Matsumoto while opened a door of the room near the genkan.
Ninomiya peeked before entered fully to the room. It was quite big actually for just a guest room. Bigger than his own room atleast.
"You can rest the night here. Let's see tomorrow if you still feel headache or anything, we can go to hospital again. For now do you need anything? A glass of water maybe?" asked Matsumoto from the doorframe.
"Water's fine," Ninomiya shrugged.
Matsumoto nodded then moved toward the kitchenette. Ninomiya followed him. But when he passed the entertainment system in the living room and saw those game consoles, his eyes bulged even more before he rushed to it.
"OMG! For all these consoles in the world! I must be really dreaming right now!" Ninomiya drolled. "And also all those games, damn! Someone had games collection better than I am. Wow!"
"So you really like gaming, huh?" Matsumoto came back with a glass of water in his hand.
Ninomiya silently took the glass offered to him and gulped the water alot for the sake not fainted. He afraid the life in this dream would be too good he won't wake up.
"Would you mind let me play a bit?" Ninomiya put his best puppy eyes.
Matsumoto seemed tried hard to resist the puppy eyes attacked. "Don't you supposed to sleep and rest?"
"I'll fell better if I can play a bit. Please," Ninomiya persuaded.
After being silent for a while Matsumoto denied the request. "You can play tomorrow when you already in better condition," the idol reasoned. But Ninomiya couldn't help notice the man grinned a bit. Was it fun to let him down like that? What a sadist! He couldn't help sulked and pouted.
Ninomiya then let Matsumoto ushered him back to guest room and bid him good night at the doorway. Ninomiya sat in the bed and looked at the idol as sultry as he could. "Won't you accompany me here? This bed quite big for both of us."
Matsumoto's face became as red as tomato quickly. "NO! I-I'll ju-just sleep at my own room!" then the door slammed loud.
Ninomiya chuckled. He loved tease the man, the reaction he got too cute to resist. He lay down and the bed felt fluffy, it was so good. Within seconds, Ninomiya already back to deep sleep. This time he slept peacefully no image whatsover came into his mind. He felt so peaceful, until the bed bounced and there was anoying voice woke him up.
"Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty! Come on! Your prince charming has come!" said the annoying voice.
Ninomiya grumbled angrily, without even opened his eyes he knew by heart the voice belong to his long time best friend. "Shut up, Aiba! You're so loud!"
Aiba Masaki, Ninomiya's best friend just laughed. "Ow come on Nino~ at least open your eyes. Let me know you're okay. You know I almost got a heart attack, when a man named Sakurai called me in the middle of the night, informed me that you got accident and-"
"Slow down Aibaka, you talk too fast!" Ninomiya grunted. He wanted to asked what accident his best friend talked about, before he tried to sat up and felt the headache, and remember about the weird dream again. The headache wasn't as bad as before, but still.
Ninomiya looked around the room he slept, it wasn't his own room, and he remembered it was the guest room of the idol Matsumoto. He groaned, so the weird dream hadn't end yet! Ugh!
"When will this dream end?" Ninomiya cursed before looked at Aiba again. "And why are you come in my dream anyway?"
Aiba blinked confusedly. "What? What do you mean dream? Ah! You mean by meeting Matsumoto Jun? I see. He looked more gorgeous in real. He's nice too even let you stay the night in his apartment. You're so lucky."
This time it was Ninomiya's turn to blinked. "But this is just a dream, right? This all not real.."
Aiba frowned deeper. "Kazu-chan are you okay? What the doctor said about your head, nothing serious right?" he held Ninomiya's head and examined the bandage.
Ninomiya let Aiba fuss over, his mind turned again and felt the headache became stronger. What? So this wasn't just a dream? So.. This was real?!
Damn.
Pairing: Matsumiya, Yama
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, crossover, crack, romance-comedy
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Cliche story based on same genre everywhere, about a love begin from a pretend one. But mostly come from kdramas "Full House" and "My Name is Kim Sam Soon". Just a little adjustment from me.
Summary: Ninomiya Kazunari's life was simply revolved around his love for gaming. But then, not more when he met a popular idol Matsumoto Jun.
A/N 1: When I wish to take part in celebrating this Nino’s month, I thought 'why not make it for Jun altogether?' since their month quite close to each other. So then I start plotting this all ^^" I've learnt from Sho’s birthday fic making process, that I can be really bad at deadline. I don't know... I hope this time won't be too long. And Happy Bday Nino! ^^
A/N 2: Un-beta ed. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes. Please be gentle to me.
chapter 1 : It's Real
When one's life revolved around a particular thing, mostly the other things happened won't be so important to take into account. For Ninomiya Kazunari it was his gaming time. Really. He could be just gaming nonstop, all day long, without any care what happened outside his little gaming world. As long as his gaming time not disturbed, he thought even if the sky fell down he won't mind. Although if it really did happened he could imagined the chaos would sure disturbed him, er, but anyway the point was his gaming time was everything to him.
If he thought back, not also everything less matter. Recently he realized even his brain only memorized stuffs he had from his gaming world only, while he didn't really remember his other parts of life. Such as of now, he only remembered really into a certain genre of RPG until the point to play the entire game nonstop he didn't even remember the last time he ate or even slept.
'Dating The Idol'. He forgot the exact name of the game. But it was a kind of RPG in which you played as someone who got lucky enough to bump into a popular idol. Then started to date the idol. Then facing difficult troubles etcetera because of your relationship. Really.
Actually it wasn't like he particularly interested in that genre. But the game got good review, and why not tried a bit, right? Then after he started, he just couldn't stop. It wasn't like he fantasized for it to be happened. Nor liked he secretly wished for it. Ehem. Well, but everyone somehow always love an almost impossible too good to be true everything, right? Including this too good to be true idol lover, ah! He didn't know why suddenly rambling nonsense about this. And also inside his head for all the matter.
Really.
It was just his head hurt. So bad. He cringed at the pain throbbing at his skull, and winced as he tried to stir awake. He groaned and heard some rustling.
"Are you awake, yet?" someone was asking him.
He didn't recognize the voice. He tried to sit up but groaned again when his head hurt more. Firm hands gripped his shoulders tried to prevent him to try sit again and helped him lay down.
"It's okay. Don't move if it still hurts anywhere," a gentle voice told him.
He relaxed a bit, but eventually atleast tried to open his eyes. He didn't even remember why he closed his eyes in the first place. Was he sleeping or something? But then why his head hurt like hell? A hangover? Nah! He knew himself too well for being a cheapskate to even bought himself any drink and got drunk. Nope. He was positive he would rather be sober and keep the money, thank you very much.
He blinked a few times, somehow the light in the room was so bright, and cringed again. When his eyes had adjusted, he could see the white ceiling. He was inside a room, mostly decorated in white. Huh? Was he in a hospital? He groaned then closed his eyes again, mentally scolding himself for whatever mess he made for ended up being here. Felt even more sorry for his money to pay this up.
He vaguely heard another voice said something about, "-call the doctor" before there was the sound rustling out from the room. The room quite again, but he thought he could still sense someone's presence beside his bed. Was it the person with gentle voice he heard before?
He didn't want to open his eyes again yet though. Instead he thought again about his situation. What exactly happen to him? He trully didn't remember anything other than played those 'dating' RPG. Also the pain in his head wasn't helping much.
There was rustling again he heard came inside the room. "How do you feel? Does it hurts anywhere?" He assumed it was the doctor who asked, while at the same time he felt being examined quickly.
He groaned a little as respon, but finally manage a weak mumbled "mmhead" for he meant to answer the question.
"I see, it must be hurt, yes considered you got your head hit pretty hard," said the doctor somehow got the message. "But we've examined you thoroughly when you're unconcious before, and found nothing dangerous for your body. We've even get your head scanned and the hit luckily not do any damage. So rest asure. You just need a lot of rest and you'll be better. I'll make you prescription to lessen the pain you feel."
With that said, the doctor leaved the room. He heard two voices said, "thank you" at the same time for the doctor before the room went quite again. Someone cleared his throat for some means to start conversation, and so Ninomiya tried to open his eyes again.
"I'm sorry, maybe it's best if we introduce ourself first," it was the person who called the doctor earlier who spoke. "My name is Sakurai Sho."
Sakurai as Ninomiya saw was a handsome man. The man's slightly wide forehead covered in his side bangs. He wore glasses and also a suit, Ninomiya somehow got the image of him being a butler somewhere. He saw this Sakurai man searched for something in his pocket, before handed a namecard into his palm.
"I am Matsumoto-san's manager here, and I-"
"Why am I here? What happened to me?" Ninomiya cut Sakurai. His voice still weak but he thought he managed to say it clear enough.
"Erm, I'm sorry for saying this, but we've got you into accident. Well, we hit you with our car. It was just that you suddenly came out of nowhere in front of our car, I hardly hit the brake, and-" Sakurai rambled and trailed a bit before continue, "I'm just so sorry. We rushed you here to hospital and got you thoroughly check, just like the doctor said, so don't worry nothing harm you seriously."
Ninomiya just blinked at the explanation. Sakurai sensed this a little awkward and so added a bit, "Well, you don't have to worry we'd paid all the fee and if you still wanted some compensation we could also negotiate further."
That! That were the words Ninomiya wanted to hear the most since he woke up. Even more than the assurance whatsover about his physical condition. He relaxed more into the pillow. "It's okay, I think we can work things out-"
"Do you know me?" a voice cut him. The gentle voice Ninomiya heard first when he awake before. "Do you know who I am?"
Ninomiya turned his sight to look better to the other person in the room. Just like Sakurai, this person was also handsome. He wore a really fancy clothes. But most of all the man had a very define face feature. A strong yet delicate jaw set, with intense eyes stared bored into everyone happen to have any eye contact, Ninomiya thought he would melt if he kept staring at those eyes. The rich eyebrows even made it looked like emphasized this feeling.
"Huh?" he managed to say confused.
"Ah, I forgot to introduce him. This is Matsumoto Jun-san," Sakurai introduced the man.
But the man named Matsumoto quickly asked again, "Don't you recognize me at all?"
Ninomiya blinked. "Do I supposed to know you?"
"You know, he's an idol, a very popular one, so you may hear his name before," Sakurai added again.
"Don't you even recognized my name?" Matsumoto asked again. Ninomiya thought he saw some hurt flashed momentarily at the man's eyes and voice before replace with coldness, and something he couldn't replace better than mix combination of anger-frustration-disbelieved. Well Ninomiya thought if you did really popular, might be sure frustrating when there's people not recognizing you like this.
"I'm really sorry. But I don't really follow to any news. Basically I turn on my television mostly just for gaming. You know, I'm quite a game freak like that, so I'm truly sorry if I may hurt your pride or something," Ninomiya tried to apologized.
Matsumoto just stared at him coldly before said in the most nonchalant way, "It's okay, I was just asking."
What a guy! Ninomiya saw that Matsumoto turned his head and stared outside the window instead, and when he followed to look out too seemed the sky already dark. What time is it again? He groan again, but suddenly stop dead and immediately tried to sit up. He regreted the action though, because the pain in his head came fully. His hand rubbed the back of his head and realized the bandage there.
Wait a minute! Ninomiya forced his mind to think in order. That Matsumoto guy is an idol? A popular one? And Ninomiya bumped into him accidentally? Wasn't it a bit like the scenario for RPG 'dating the idol' he played recently? Then didn't it mean this is all just... a dream!
Yeah, it was possible! Ninomiya thought with all those gaming nonstop for days, no doubt his mind finally got confused and made him saw this weird dream. He might just dead sleep in front of his television holding a controler in hand. It was too similar with the game to believe it was just the work of fate. Most of all, the fact that he couldn't remember anything beside playing the game, not even stepped outside of his house, made it sense more if this all just a dream right? But how about the bandage?
The tension in the room turned awkward, and so Sakurai seemed to tried lessen it. He cleared his throat again. "Well, Ninomiya-san where do you live? I asked doctor earlier after you awake actually you can go home. Tell us your address, we'd drop you there."
But Ninomiya barely listened. His mind still contemplated over this weird thing happened to him. No, really, just how high the possibility of him, a man who almost never come out his house met a popular idol just after he drown in a RPG about idol too? None.
"Erm, Ninomiya-san... are you listening? Do you still feel dizzy? Maybe it's better if you stay the night here? Do you even have someone at home to take care of you?" Sakurai asked again full of concern.
This Sakurai guy is nice. Mm, Ninomiya suddenly had idea to test...
"No, I live alone i think... Why don't you bring me to your place? If you are guilty enough, you can take care of me too right?" Ninomiya smirked. He knew he was making odd request. But this was for testing, whether this was just a dream or not. No sane man would let stranger stayed at his house, right?
Matsumoto raised one of his thick eyebrow. "Ok, fine. You can stay at mine."
WHAT?!
Ninomiya eyes bulged and his mouth gaped. This Matsumoto guy is must be weird, Ninomiya thought.
"Matsumoto-san! B-but w-why?" Sakurai couldn't help wondered.
"Yeah, why?!" Ninomiya added the question.
Again, Matsumoto raised his eyebrow and shrugged a little. "You asked me yourself don't you? I happen to have empty guest room. I also don't have any work until night tomorrow. It was partly our mistake for making you hurt like this. So, why not?"
"If you say so... I'll go inform the hospital administration. Then, I can drop you both at your place Matsumoto-san. So we all can quickly get rest," Sakurai in a flash already out from the room.
That was it? How could this people just let it happened? Shouldn't they be more careful? Find the request odd? Anything? Or, this was just a dream just like what he suspected. Yeah, this must be a dream. It must be a dream, Ninomiya concluded. After that Ninomiya just care no more about this weird 'dream'. Let what happen happened, and just enjoyed the show.
The sleepy feeling came again, Ninomiya thought it might from the painkiller or something. Or in case of a dream like this one, it might just supposed to be sleepy when you were dreaming? Mmm... He closed his eyes again, barely register Sakurai came back with a wheelchair and asked if he had anyone to contact which Ninomiya gave Sakurai his bestfriend's number, before he sleepily climbed out from bed then sat on the wheelchair. The wheelchair then moved along the hospital corridor slowly.
He vaguely recalled climbed into the middle seat of a fancy van, while Matsumoto guy climbed next to him and Sakurai be their driver, before drifted off to sleep again. Somewhere in the middle of the trip, his head fell into Matsumoto's shoulder. But the guy just let it stayed. In the middle of the way, when the car bumped a little and his body almost fell forward, Matsumoto even held his head closed to him. Mm, Ninomiya felt strangely safe.
Being a light sleeper, Ninomiya could felt the car stopped. Seemed they already arrived at Matsumoto's place. But too sleepy to even opened his eyes, Ninomiya just keep sleeping. He then felt like floating in the air, before realized belatedly that it was because someone had carried him bridal style!
Ninomiya quickly opened his eyes and struggled to stood up, but turned out Matsumoto gripped at his body tightly. So when Ninomiya opened his eyes he only looked straight into Matsumoto's eyes. For a while they keep staring at each other without words.
"Mind to let me down?" Ninomiya finally said.
Matsumoto blinked. "Okay," he put Ninomiya down easily. "You are so light."
Ninomiya snorted. "Sure." It really had nothing to do with the way he tended to forget to eat when already gaming. But yeah, no one cared he skinny or not.
Matsumoto walked passed him and opened his apartement door. Ninomiya gaped. The furnitures inside looked just as fancy as the clothes Matsumoto wore.
"Wow, your apartment looks so classy. Just like you," Ninomiya said casually. But when he looked at Matsumoto, the man looked like blushing. Did the popular idol not used to be praised? So cute, Ninomiya couldn't help but smirked.
"Erm, you can use this room," said Matsumoto while opened a door of the room near the genkan.
Ninomiya peeked before entered fully to the room. It was quite big actually for just a guest room. Bigger than his own room atleast.
"You can rest the night here. Let's see tomorrow if you still feel headache or anything, we can go to hospital again. For now do you need anything? A glass of water maybe?" asked Matsumoto from the doorframe.
"Water's fine," Ninomiya shrugged.
Matsumoto nodded then moved toward the kitchenette. Ninomiya followed him. But when he passed the entertainment system in the living room and saw those game consoles, his eyes bulged even more before he rushed to it.
"OMG! For all these consoles in the world! I must be really dreaming right now!" Ninomiya drolled. "And also all those games, damn! Someone had games collection better than I am. Wow!"
"So you really like gaming, huh?" Matsumoto came back with a glass of water in his hand.
Ninomiya silently took the glass offered to him and gulped the water alot for the sake not fainted. He afraid the life in this dream would be too good he won't wake up.
"Would you mind let me play a bit?" Ninomiya put his best puppy eyes.
Matsumoto seemed tried hard to resist the puppy eyes attacked. "Don't you supposed to sleep and rest?"
"I'll fell better if I can play a bit. Please," Ninomiya persuaded.
After being silent for a while Matsumoto denied the request. "You can play tomorrow when you already in better condition," the idol reasoned. But Ninomiya couldn't help notice the man grinned a bit. Was it fun to let him down like that? What a sadist! He couldn't help sulked and pouted.
Ninomiya then let Matsumoto ushered him back to guest room and bid him good night at the doorway. Ninomiya sat in the bed and looked at the idol as sultry as he could. "Won't you accompany me here? This bed quite big for both of us."
Matsumoto's face became as red as tomato quickly. "NO! I-I'll ju-just sleep at my own room!" then the door slammed loud.
Ninomiya chuckled. He loved tease the man, the reaction he got too cute to resist. He lay down and the bed felt fluffy, it was so good. Within seconds, Ninomiya already back to deep sleep. This time he slept peacefully no image whatsover came into his mind. He felt so peaceful, until the bed bounced and there was anoying voice woke him up.
"Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty! Come on! Your prince charming has come!" said the annoying voice.
Ninomiya grumbled angrily, without even opened his eyes he knew by heart the voice belong to his long time best friend. "Shut up, Aiba! You're so loud!"
Aiba Masaki, Ninomiya's best friend just laughed. "Ow come on Nino~ at least open your eyes. Let me know you're okay. You know I almost got a heart attack, when a man named Sakurai called me in the middle of the night, informed me that you got accident and-"
"Slow down Aibaka, you talk too fast!" Ninomiya grunted. He wanted to asked what accident his best friend talked about, before he tried to sat up and felt the headache, and remember about the weird dream again. The headache wasn't as bad as before, but still.
Ninomiya looked around the room he slept, it wasn't his own room, and he remembered it was the guest room of the idol Matsumoto. He groaned, so the weird dream hadn't end yet! Ugh!
"When will this dream end?" Ninomiya cursed before looked at Aiba again. "And why are you come in my dream anyway?"
Aiba blinked confusedly. "What? What do you mean dream? Ah! You mean by meeting Matsumoto Jun? I see. He looked more gorgeous in real. He's nice too even let you stay the night in his apartment. You're so lucky."
This time it was Ninomiya's turn to blinked. "But this is just a dream, right? This all not real.."
Aiba frowned deeper. "Kazu-chan are you okay? What the doctor said about your head, nothing serious right?" he held Ninomiya's head and examined the bandage.
Ninomiya let Aiba fuss over, his mind turned again and felt the headache became stronger. What? So this wasn't just a dream? So.. This was real?!
Damn.