I'll Be Waiting. [Matsumiya]
Title : I'll Be Waiting
Pairing: Matsumiya - JunxNino
Genre: One-Shot
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If I owned Arashi, I wouldn't be writing this. =.=
Genre: Angst, slight fluff
A/N : Inspiration from this video, by the lovely kazugieyo
"A month?!"
"Its just a month, Jun. I'll be back as soon as I'm done filming."
"Its a month Nino! One month! 4 weeks! 21 days!"
"You're overreacting."
"I'm not! Its one month Nino! You won't be here for a month."
"What do you expect me to do? Its my job Jun. Or did you forget that when you said you wanted to be with me?"
"Its not as if you have to accept it."
"I'm sorry, but I want to."
Jun looked at Nino, how he was stubborn, adamant in accepting the chance to film with Clint Eastwood, a chance to shoot to fame. In his deepest of hearts, Jun knew it was for Arashi's sake that Nino took the job. A chance given to propel Arashi's name even further up in its stardom status. But Jun didn't want him to go. He just couldn't let him go. The thought of being alone for a month, with Nino all the way in Hollywood? It hurt him, more then ever.
"When are you going?"
"Next week."
He didn't know what to say. It wasn't as if he wanted to leave him. But this was a rare chance, with Clint Eastwood the reknown director helping him, not only would he be able to improve in acting, Nino felt sure Arashi would benefit from this too. But at the same time, he felt frustrated. Frustrated at why, how come Jun didn't understand, didn't even try.
"I'm going home."
"J-"
"I'm fine, Nino. Have fun at Hollywood."
And Jun picked up his bag and left the apartment without a second word. Nino stood in the middle of the living room, his fists clenched. Just half an hour ago, they had been playing around in the kitchen while preparing dinner. How did the night end up like this? Nino thought Jun would've understood. He thought Jun would've been happy for him. Yeah right.
"I'm sorry."
---
If it concerned the both of them, it definitely concerned the whole of Arashi. Not that Sho, Aiba and Ohno went to any further pain to actually find out what happened, and it wasn't as if they actually wanted to care, more like they had no choice. The tension in their dressing room was so tight, Ohno could've sliced it with his fishing hook.
Nino sat at one end of the couch, his hands furiously tapping away at the buttons of his Gameboy. Their bodies visibly tensed whenever the other move, and Sho swore Jun almost tore the magazine he read in to two when Ohno asked Nino if he was ready for his trip.
"Of course. I'm all packed. My flight's at 2am in the morning. Can't wait." Nino replied with a smile at Ohno.
Apparently, that was the last straw for Jun. Without a word, he pushed the magazine on the couch harshly, before walking out. All eyes turned on Nino, watching as the elder one of the two released his bunched up shoulder's, before he closed his Gameboy, and placed it on the side table. Leaning his head back, Nino let out a long sigh.
"I wish he could understand, just a little more."
"He wants to, I think. But you know how MatsuJun's always been stubborn." Sho replied in kind, sympatizing for the younger one.
"He was better when he was younger. Infinitely."
He had been attracted to his smile from the first moment Nino set eyes on the teenager that was Jun. The gangly stature, the mismatched teeth, the giddy headiness that came from being debuted. Frankly, Nino had been surprised when Jun had came to awaken him that morning at the hotel, but the first thing that struck him was how bright, how energetic the smile was, worn by the youngest of the five.
The second thing that hit him was how much he wanted to make sure the smile was never taken away from him.
"Oei! Nino! Wake up already! C'mon, you're dreaming. Up! Up!" the younger Jun bounced on the half-asleep Nino's bed, yanking at his bedcovers as he made the noise, adamant on waking Nino up.
And he dragged the half-asleep, bleary Nino out of his room by the hand. Jun thought Nino was not yet fully awake, but in actual fact, Nino was too distracted by the touch of Jun's skin on his wrist. How gentle yet insistent his grip was. Distracted by how much he loved feeling his skin against his own.
"Just give him some time, Nino. I'm sure he'll understand. Ne?"
"I hope so, Aiba-chan."
All three of them left then, letting Nino to his own devices. Yet when Sho looked back, and saw how Nino looked so dejected, so tired as he picked himself up the couch to collect his belongings and return back, Sho shook his head ruefully at how the pair was acting, and changed his course of direction.
---
He flipped the channels. Again and again, he changed it. Not knowing what to watch, he looked towards the kitchen, and back again. All the while, his leg shook, fingers tapped against his torso, yet for all he was worth, Matsumoto Jun could not keep still. And worst, his eyes kept flicking towards the clock on his wall, counting as the minutes ticked by. 11.45, 12.39. 1. Nino was due to leave in an hour.
Jun almost jumped out of his skin when his doorbell rang.
Perhaps half of himself hoped it was Nino, come to tell him that he wasn't going to go. But who kidded him? Nino was as much as a perfectionist and a workaholic as he was. So Jun couldn't really call himself dissapointed when he saw Sho standing at his doorway.
"MatsuJun."
"What is it Sho? And if you're coming to tell me about Nino, don't bother."
As the door opened, Sho's eyes fell on the bag haphazardly thrown on the ground, his jacket lying half on the chair, and half dragging the ground, and shook his head in amusement and ruefulness. Jun was never this messy, the stubborn guy.
"Not really. Just wanted to remind you something. Remember your Hana Yori Dango filming?"
"What about it?"
"How many nights didn't you come home?"
"I- How did you know?"
Sho laughed, and then shook his head at Jun again, a knowing gaze in his eyes as he spoke again. "Nino called me. More then 4 times a week he would call me. Sometimes he would be himself. Sometimes he sounded so lonely. Know what he said to me?"
Jun was too afraid to speak, or to ask. But Sho barrelled on anyway.
"He said he was lonely. He was scared. Because you suddenly felt so far away, so alienated from him. But you know what else he said? He blamed himself, because he thought he was not understanding enough to be crying by himself while you worked hard for yourself and for Arashi."
Guilt immediately swamped Jun. Had he really been away for so many times while he filmed Hana Yori Dango? He remembered a few unanswered messages and calls he got from Nino, and how sometimes he would brush Nino away when he wanted to get to work quickly. But he always, always apologized when he got home. Speaking of getting home though, now that Jun thought about it. Every time he got back to the apartment Nino sometimes slept over at, he would find the slighter boy on the ground, on the couch half-asleep. Jun had thought it amusing then, how Nino always said he fell asleep watching the television. Or playing his games.
"Just a reminder, MatsuJun."
And then Sho left with a smile, recognizing the look in Jun's eyes as he returned to his car.
---
His bag sat, all packed next to him. Fiddling with the boarding pass in his hands, Nino sat dressed in a sweatshirt and pants, nothing at all like the Ninomiya Kazunari of Arashi by day. Now he sat awaiting his flight, yet Nino couldn't help looking every once in a while, at the influx of people. Each time someone walked past, he would look up, and then curse himself for being so hopeful, so naive to think that Jun would actually come. Ohno had sent him a message, along with Sho. Both stated they had something to do, and so wouldn't be able to send him off. Aiba was the one who had drove him here, and Nino was glad for the elder mans energetic presence before he left. Nino would most definitely miss his band mates for the whole month.
But the one he would miss the most was the one he had heard nothing from, for almost the whole week if you didn't count their jobs together.
'Flight SP - 306, direct to Hollywood.'
The annoucement made Nino look up, as if absorbing the information, before he finally gave a dejected, soft sight, and grasped his hands around the handle of his suitcase. A month wouldn't be too long, he hoped. Nino wasn't all that strong to handle a month of cold war with one he loved the most.
"Nino!"
He paused in his steps heading to the terminal, almost afraid to turn around. Yet when those hands flung themselves around his waist, Nino couldn't deny the heavy thumb the large ring gave his torso at contact, wincing yet smiling when he felt it.
"A little late much?"
"Baka. Shut up." Jun replied, his voice muffled by how he had tucked his head in the crook of Nino's neck, his grip tight around Nino's waist. And that was how they stood for a while, before Nino twisted in Jun's embrace to face him, reaching up to brush a soft kiss against his waiting lips, before pulling back. "Its only a month, right? I'll call, don't worry."
"I'll be waiting. Right here. I'm sorry."
"Don't be." Nino's heart ached. He didn't want to leave the younger one. But he had no choice, apparently. "I have to go."
Jun didn't want to let go. He didn't want to ever let go, yet as Nino stepped back, he loosened his grip on the elder ones waist slowly. As Nino dissapeared through the terminal door with one last wave and smile, Jun smiled back, a bittersweet smile. He'll be waiting, most definitely. And when Nino comes back, he'll make sure that they never leave each other like that again.
Pairing: Matsumiya - JunxNino
Genre: One-Shot
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If I owned Arashi, I wouldn't be writing this. =.=
Genre: Angst, slight fluff
A/N : Inspiration from this video, by the lovely kazugieyo
Click to view"A month?!"
"Its just a month, Jun. I'll be back as soon as I'm done filming."
"Its a month Nino! One month! 4 weeks! 21 days!"
"You're overreacting."
"I'm not! Its one month Nino! You won't be here for a month."
"What do you expect me to do? Its my job Jun. Or did you forget that when you said you wanted to be with me?"
"Its not as if you have to accept it."
"I'm sorry, but I want to."
Jun looked at Nino, how he was stubborn, adamant in accepting the chance to film with Clint Eastwood, a chance to shoot to fame. In his deepest of hearts, Jun knew it was for Arashi's sake that Nino took the job. A chance given to propel Arashi's name even further up in its stardom status. But Jun didn't want him to go. He just couldn't let him go. The thought of being alone for a month, with Nino all the way in Hollywood? It hurt him, more then ever.
"When are you going?"
"Next week."
He didn't know what to say. It wasn't as if he wanted to leave him. But this was a rare chance, with Clint Eastwood the reknown director helping him, not only would he be able to improve in acting, Nino felt sure Arashi would benefit from this too. But at the same time, he felt frustrated. Frustrated at why, how come Jun didn't understand, didn't even try.
"I'm going home."
"J-"
"I'm fine, Nino. Have fun at Hollywood."
And Jun picked up his bag and left the apartment without a second word. Nino stood in the middle of the living room, his fists clenched. Just half an hour ago, they had been playing around in the kitchen while preparing dinner. How did the night end up like this? Nino thought Jun would've understood. He thought Jun would've been happy for him. Yeah right.
"I'm sorry."
---
If it concerned the both of them, it definitely concerned the whole of Arashi. Not that Sho, Aiba and Ohno went to any further pain to actually find out what happened, and it wasn't as if they actually wanted to care, more like they had no choice. The tension in their dressing room was so tight, Ohno could've sliced it with his fishing hook.
Nino sat at one end of the couch, his hands furiously tapping away at the buttons of his Gameboy. Their bodies visibly tensed whenever the other move, and Sho swore Jun almost tore the magazine he read in to two when Ohno asked Nino if he was ready for his trip.
"Of course. I'm all packed. My flight's at 2am in the morning. Can't wait." Nino replied with a smile at Ohno.
Apparently, that was the last straw for Jun. Without a word, he pushed the magazine on the couch harshly, before walking out. All eyes turned on Nino, watching as the elder one of the two released his bunched up shoulder's, before he closed his Gameboy, and placed it on the side table. Leaning his head back, Nino let out a long sigh.
"I wish he could understand, just a little more."
"He wants to, I think. But you know how MatsuJun's always been stubborn." Sho replied in kind, sympatizing for the younger one.
"He was better when he was younger. Infinitely."
He had been attracted to his smile from the first moment Nino set eyes on the teenager that was Jun. The gangly stature, the mismatched teeth, the giddy headiness that came from being debuted. Frankly, Nino had been surprised when Jun had came to awaken him that morning at the hotel, but the first thing that struck him was how bright, how energetic the smile was, worn by the youngest of the five.
The second thing that hit him was how much he wanted to make sure the smile was never taken away from him.
"Oei! Nino! Wake up already! C'mon, you're dreaming. Up! Up!" the younger Jun bounced on the half-asleep Nino's bed, yanking at his bedcovers as he made the noise, adamant on waking Nino up.
And he dragged the half-asleep, bleary Nino out of his room by the hand. Jun thought Nino was not yet fully awake, but in actual fact, Nino was too distracted by the touch of Jun's skin on his wrist. How gentle yet insistent his grip was. Distracted by how much he loved feeling his skin against his own.
"Just give him some time, Nino. I'm sure he'll understand. Ne?"
"I hope so, Aiba-chan."
All three of them left then, letting Nino to his own devices. Yet when Sho looked back, and saw how Nino looked so dejected, so tired as he picked himself up the couch to collect his belongings and return back, Sho shook his head ruefully at how the pair was acting, and changed his course of direction.
---
He flipped the channels. Again and again, he changed it. Not knowing what to watch, he looked towards the kitchen, and back again. All the while, his leg shook, fingers tapped against his torso, yet for all he was worth, Matsumoto Jun could not keep still. And worst, his eyes kept flicking towards the clock on his wall, counting as the minutes ticked by. 11.45, 12.39. 1. Nino was due to leave in an hour.
Jun almost jumped out of his skin when his doorbell rang.
Perhaps half of himself hoped it was Nino, come to tell him that he wasn't going to go. But who kidded him? Nino was as much as a perfectionist and a workaholic as he was. So Jun couldn't really call himself dissapointed when he saw Sho standing at his doorway.
"MatsuJun."
"What is it Sho? And if you're coming to tell me about Nino, don't bother."
As the door opened, Sho's eyes fell on the bag haphazardly thrown on the ground, his jacket lying half on the chair, and half dragging the ground, and shook his head in amusement and ruefulness. Jun was never this messy, the stubborn guy.
"Not really. Just wanted to remind you something. Remember your Hana Yori Dango filming?"
"What about it?"
"How many nights didn't you come home?"
"I- How did you know?"
Sho laughed, and then shook his head at Jun again, a knowing gaze in his eyes as he spoke again. "Nino called me. More then 4 times a week he would call me. Sometimes he would be himself. Sometimes he sounded so lonely. Know what he said to me?"
Jun was too afraid to speak, or to ask. But Sho barrelled on anyway.
"He said he was lonely. He was scared. Because you suddenly felt so far away, so alienated from him. But you know what else he said? He blamed himself, because he thought he was not understanding enough to be crying by himself while you worked hard for yourself and for Arashi."
Guilt immediately swamped Jun. Had he really been away for so many times while he filmed Hana Yori Dango? He remembered a few unanswered messages and calls he got from Nino, and how sometimes he would brush Nino away when he wanted to get to work quickly. But he always, always apologized when he got home. Speaking of getting home though, now that Jun thought about it. Every time he got back to the apartment Nino sometimes slept over at, he would find the slighter boy on the ground, on the couch half-asleep. Jun had thought it amusing then, how Nino always said he fell asleep watching the television. Or playing his games.
"Just a reminder, MatsuJun."
And then Sho left with a smile, recognizing the look in Jun's eyes as he returned to his car.
---
His bag sat, all packed next to him. Fiddling with the boarding pass in his hands, Nino sat dressed in a sweatshirt and pants, nothing at all like the Ninomiya Kazunari of Arashi by day. Now he sat awaiting his flight, yet Nino couldn't help looking every once in a while, at the influx of people. Each time someone walked past, he would look up, and then curse himself for being so hopeful, so naive to think that Jun would actually come. Ohno had sent him a message, along with Sho. Both stated they had something to do, and so wouldn't be able to send him off. Aiba was the one who had drove him here, and Nino was glad for the elder mans energetic presence before he left. Nino would most definitely miss his band mates for the whole month.
But the one he would miss the most was the one he had heard nothing from, for almost the whole week if you didn't count their jobs together.
'Flight SP - 306, direct to Hollywood.'
The annoucement made Nino look up, as if absorbing the information, before he finally gave a dejected, soft sight, and grasped his hands around the handle of his suitcase. A month wouldn't be too long, he hoped. Nino wasn't all that strong to handle a month of cold war with one he loved the most.
"Nino!"
He paused in his steps heading to the terminal, almost afraid to turn around. Yet when those hands flung themselves around his waist, Nino couldn't deny the heavy thumb the large ring gave his torso at contact, wincing yet smiling when he felt it.
"A little late much?"
"Baka. Shut up." Jun replied, his voice muffled by how he had tucked his head in the crook of Nino's neck, his grip tight around Nino's waist. And that was how they stood for a while, before Nino twisted in Jun's embrace to face him, reaching up to brush a soft kiss against his waiting lips, before pulling back. "Its only a month, right? I'll call, don't worry."
"I'll be waiting. Right here. I'm sorry."
"Don't be." Nino's heart ached. He didn't want to leave the younger one. But he had no choice, apparently. "I have to go."
Jun didn't want to let go. He didn't want to ever let go, yet as Nino stepped back, he loosened his grip on the elder ones waist slowly. As Nino dissapeared through the terminal door with one last wave and smile, Jun smiled back, a bittersweet smile. He'll be waiting, most definitely. And when Nino comes back, he'll make sure that they never leave each other like that again.