Remix of saturn_necklace's '(Probably) The Most Pointless Day of the Year'
Title: Life goes on [The I Still love U Remix]
Rating: PG
Group/Pairing: Arashi; Ohmiya
Warnings/Genre (ie mpreg, kinks, etc): angst, future fic
Notes: Click the hearts!
Link to Original Story: (Probably) The Most Pointless Day Of The Year
Link to Original Writer: scriptual
After a few moments of trying to ignore the hangover from hell and remember what on earth had happened the night before, something clicked in Ohno’s mind and he realized that Nino was still clinging to him but the sun was high and birds were singing. Rain would have been more fitting, but you can’t ask for everything, can you?
He decided not to nudge Nino for the time being. Instead, he’d stall the foregone conclusion for as long as it was possible. He was good at stalling and in this case, it was even what they needed. A simple pause before the end, a moment to contemplate everything, some instant given to the mourning.
Their lives had been always so rushed and so pause-less that the idea of ever having a moment to just stop and think sounded ridiculous even now. He still hadn’t been able to take in the information, even if the goodbye party had been a month ago. Deep down, he thought that a month from then, a year from then, they’d have a tour, a new single, something. And of course, there’d be reunion tours but that was so far down the road that they sounded impossible. Because how can there be a reunion if you still haven’t understood there’s been a separation?
So he had to stop and think. He watched Nino’s sleeping form and slightly touched his nose. He still looked 17, he thought and smiled to himself. It was easy to pretend time stood still if he squinted and ignored how old he felt.
Stop and think. Accept it. Move on from denial and try to paint a brand new tomorrow.
There was nothing they could do, after all. The night before had been an illusion, an indulgence but both of them knew that the second Nino woke up (or stopped pretending to be asleep), they’d part ways.
They had been pretending since Nino showed up at Ohno’s door. He was drunk and not keeping it together that well, but it hadn’t mattered. Ohno had let him in and offered him his couch as always. They were great actors and acting came naturally after so many years of being Japan’s perfect boyfriends and then husbands and maybe even grandfathers. But those days were over and both of them knew it.
However, Ohno hadn’t pushed Nino away when he had kissed him even if it was useless now, because they were old and so many years of friendship couldn’t just evaporate. Now it was all filled with nostalgia for what had never happened and that was the worst kind.
He kissed Nino’s forehead and regret crushed him like a demolition ball. It was all over now and their love had became so entangled with Arashi that it shattered the moment Arashi called it quits. They had always known, but they chose to ignore it. All of them.
It had been astoundingly stupid, but youth is always astoundingly stupid. Sometimes it works for the best, sometimes recklessness opens all the cans and lets out all the worms but they’ve never been careless. You can’t be careless with stalkers and cameras and paparazzi.
Now Arashi was over and so were they, at least the ‘them’ that had loved each other so dearly and so silently. They had to shed their old skins and become new, improved people. It was a chance to evolve, to do whatever they wanted. To go wild with scandals or to fade away quietly like the dreams they had always been. It was a good thing, he thought desperately. He could finally be an individual, free and alone.
He could now move to the country, near the sea, and paint all day. And fish and sometimes sing old songs with a bitter voice. Nino could write the songs he actually wanted to write and write only for himself and sing new songs with a bitter voice.
It was good, wasn’t it? What they’d been waiting for. Maybe he could travel and actually see Seoul. He could read all the books Jun always talked about and watch all the movies you should see before dying. This was the chance of a lifetime, the chance to actually have a lifetime.
But when he finally gave in and nudged Nino and they said goodbye and he was left alone in his tiny flat, he was glad Nino had lied and promised to call, to keep in touch. After all, the best kind of promises were the ones not meant to be kept.
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Rating: PG
Group/Pairing: Arashi; Ohmiya
Warnings/Genre (ie mpreg, kinks, etc): angst, future fic
Notes: Click the hearts!
Link to Original Story: (Probably) The Most Pointless Day Of The Year
Link to Original Writer: scriptual
After a few moments of trying to ignore the hangover from hell and remember what on earth had happened the night before, something clicked in Ohno’s mind and he realized that Nino was still clinging to him but the sun was high and birds were singing. Rain would have been more fitting, but you can’t ask for everything, can you?
He decided not to nudge Nino for the time being. Instead, he’d stall the foregone conclusion for as long as it was possible. He was good at stalling and in this case, it was even what they needed. A simple pause before the end, a moment to contemplate everything, some instant given to the mourning.
Their lives had been always so rushed and so pause-less that the idea of ever having a moment to just stop and think sounded ridiculous even now. He still hadn’t been able to take in the information, even if the goodbye party had been a month ago. Deep down, he thought that a month from then, a year from then, they’d have a tour, a new single, something. And of course, there’d be reunion tours but that was so far down the road that they sounded impossible. Because how can there be a reunion if you still haven’t understood there’s been a separation?
So he had to stop and think. He watched Nino’s sleeping form and slightly touched his nose. He still looked 17, he thought and smiled to himself. It was easy to pretend time stood still if he squinted and ignored how old he felt.
Stop and think. Accept it. Move on from denial and try to paint a brand new tomorrow.
There was nothing they could do, after all. The night before had been an illusion, an indulgence but both of them knew that the second Nino woke up (or stopped pretending to be asleep), they’d part ways.
They had been pretending since Nino showed up at Ohno’s door. He was drunk and not keeping it together that well, but it hadn’t mattered. Ohno had let him in and offered him his couch as always. They were great actors and acting came naturally after so many years of being Japan’s perfect boyfriends and then husbands and maybe even grandfathers. But those days were over and both of them knew it.
However, Ohno hadn’t pushed Nino away when he had kissed him even if it was useless now, because they were old and so many years of friendship couldn’t just evaporate. Now it was all filled with nostalgia for what had never happened and that was the worst kind.
He kissed Nino’s forehead and regret crushed him like a demolition ball. It was all over now and their love had became so entangled with Arashi that it shattered the moment Arashi called it quits. They had always known, but they chose to ignore it. All of them.
It had been astoundingly stupid, but youth is always astoundingly stupid. Sometimes it works for the best, sometimes recklessness opens all the cans and lets out all the worms but they’ve never been careless. You can’t be careless with stalkers and cameras and paparazzi.
Now Arashi was over and so were they, at least the ‘them’ that had loved each other so dearly and so silently. They had to shed their old skins and become new, improved people. It was a chance to evolve, to do whatever they wanted. To go wild with scandals or to fade away quietly like the dreams they had always been. It was a good thing, he thought desperately. He could finally be an individual, free and alone.
He could now move to the country, near the sea, and paint all day. And fish and sometimes sing old songs with a bitter voice. Nino could write the songs he actually wanted to write and write only for himself and sing new songs with a bitter voice.
It was good, wasn’t it? What they’d been waiting for. Maybe he could travel and actually see Seoul. He could read all the books Jun always talked about and watch all the movies you should see before dying. This was the chance of a lifetime, the chance to actually have a lifetime.
But when he finally gave in and nudged Nino and they said goodbye and he was left alone in his tiny flat, he was glad Nino had lied and promised to call, to keep in touch. After all, the best kind of promises were the ones not meant to be kept.
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