Fate Written on Your Hand - 8/15
Title: Fate Written on Your Hand
Genre: fluff, romance
Pairing: Juntoshi
Summary: They say that once you and your soulmate’s skin touch for the first time, magical things happen. Jun was almost done believing this silly story his mother told him until that fateful day.
A/N: I have a question to all of you readers: How do you imagine Jun's and Ohno's first date? How about Satoshi's and J's first date? (/to-mei-to/ and /to-ma-toh/) I'll be looking forward to your thoughts!
INDEX: 01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08
CHAPTER 8:
Satoshi sighed. He had just finished two cups: one for his loyal customer, Jun, and one for the other loyal customer whose name was Sho (apparently, he’s Jun’s colleague).
He placed Jun’s cup in front of him and looked at it as if he was an art critic. Satoshi was quite proud of his artworks but he knew that they were not really the best (or so he thought). He did not want to disappoint one of his most loyal patrons. Plus, he just felt that Jun had been very kind. He also noticed that he brought a lot of his colleagues and business partners in the café. In a way, Satoshi was really grateful because his café got a lot of new customers.
Not to mention the high school girls who always visit the shop to see the “handsome salaryman”.
The thing is that, he did not want anyone to get the same special treatment as his soulmate. His best artworks, in his opinion, should be reserved for J. That’s why he had to hold back when he was painting Jun’s cup, even though he was itching to fill it with more colors.
Satoshi’s phone alarmed. It was already 8 o’ clock and it’s time for another drawing session for J.
“Hmm… what to draw?” Satoshi wondered, playing with the paintbrush. He did not want to use the images he drew on the cups; it was similar to committing plagiarism.
Satoshi frowned and placed the tip of the brush under his chin as he tried to think of something. His first drawing was funny but probably offensive, depending on what kind of person J was.
He let out a snort when J replied.
“Ha ha ha… running out of ideas?”
Satoshi had drawn a picture of a cute butt.
He smiled before replying. “I’m trying to be more creative and unique.”
“Unique? Why?”
“I don’t want you to get sick of me.”
“Who says I’m sick of you?”
Satoshi held his breath while he watched a new message appear on his skin.
“The more I see your art, the more I want to meet you.”
***
“Instead of moping like that, I told you, you should invite J in your café. He’ll definitely fall in love with this place,” Masaki said as he helped Satoshi arrange the newly drawn cups to be picked up by regular customers. “You practically turned this café into an art museum.” Aiba pointed at the bare corner. “One of these days, I’m sure that wall will be painted as well.”
Satoshi looked at the corner and remembered that that was Jun’s favorite seat. “Well, probably,” he just sighed as he placed Jun’s cup on the shelf, beside the special cup he had reserved for J.
“This one looks funny,” his friend commented, holding up a red cup.
“Ah, that’s Sakurai-san’s cup,” Satoshi replied. “He’s a friend of Jun-san.”
“Ah, that guy who always reads the newspapers. He looks boring. It’s a good thing that you turned his cup to something like this,” Masaki commented absentmindedly as he wiped the cup with a rag.
“B-boring…?” a voice interrupted their conversation. Satoshi looked up and saw their loyal customers, Jun and his friend Sakurai.
“Damn, Masaki. Can’t you just shut up for a minute?” Satoshi thought. He quickly got down from the stool and bowed low in front of Sho.
“I’m so sorry, my friend is a bit talkative like that sometimes,” he apologized. He glanced at Masaki, who was blushing furiously while sliding his left foot back and forth on the tiles. It was a good thing that his friend did not drop the cup.
“Uhh, your cup,” Masaki said, giving the red cup to Jun’s friend.
“T-thanks,” Sho replied. He was also blushing and behind him, Jun was carrying an amused expression. Satoshi immediately went behind the counter. “To apologize, I’ll give you a free order,” he said, typing on the POS furiously.
“Ah, no need,” Sho said with a shy smile. He was still red, though. “I’ll have my usual… umm…” he glanced towards Masaki, who quickly withdrew towards his favorite corner, the part of the café that was always bathing in the sun.
“Sakurai-san?”
“Can you… can you give me something… that’s not… boring?” he breathed out.
“Oh,” Satoshi replied. He grinned. Sho’s usual order is a cup of espresso or Americano. Very straightforward. But of course, that kind of request was really vague for him. “Do you have any thoughts in mind?”
Sho’s shaky finger pointed towards Masaki. “What does he usually have?”
“Café latte with chocolate kisses and caramel and strawberry drizzle,” Satoshi answered. “With whipped cream on top,” he added, a bit unsure. As a barista, he found Masaki’s add-ons a little too sweet and a little too much.
Even though Sho did not have an idea about that concoction, he immediately said, “I’ll have that one.” He pulled out some bills and handed it to Satoshi.
“I’ll serve it using your new personalized cup, thank you, Sakurai-san,” Satoshi answered with a smile. Sho sheepishly nodded, placed the red cup on the counter, and made his way towards the corner seat. He could see the man look at his newspaper hesitantly.
“Oh, Masaki, you’ve done it,” he muttered.
“Hello, Ohno-san,” Jun greeted next. Satoshi smiled instinctively in response. “I’d like to try the green tea latte today.”
“Oh, that’s great!” Satoshi exclaimed. “We also have your cup now. Do you want to use that?”
“Can I see it?”
Satoshi walked towards the shelf and tiptoed a bit so that he could get the cup at the topmost. Since he could not really reach the top, he mistakenly grabbed the cup reserved for J.
“Watch out!” Jun shouted.
“Woah!” Satoshi gasped as the cup slipped from his fingers, dropping on the ground and shattering to tiny pieces.
Jun had caught Satoshi before he could fall and before he could be hit by the falling mug. But he could not be bothered at that point; the barista’s eyes were on the shattered mug.
“Are you alright, Ohno-san?” Jun asked, clearly worried. He winced a bit.
Satoshi was just silently looking at the mug. He silently stood up, gave a small forced smile to his customer. But he noticed that something was off. “Are you alright?” He looked at his customer’s arm and saw traces of red on his white sleeve.
“Chika-san, first aid kit please,” he said, trying to be as calm as possible. But deep inside, Satoshi felt like he was at was and he needed to take care of this cut as soon as possible.
“It’s just a scratch,” Ohno-san,” Jun retorted kindly, but nevertheless, Satoshi dragged him to the farthest corner, the portion where the owner usually computes for the day’s earnings.
He silently cleaned the area and placed a gauze while stealing glances at Jun. He wanted to smile at the fact that Jun looked enamored with the corner; it was filled with Satoshi’s own artworks, drawings and paintings that he was too embarrassed to show to the world.
“Did you… make all of these?” Jun asked curiously, his eyes wide like those of a child’s.
Satoshi just nodded as he his final touches. “Yes. They’re not so good so they stay here.”
“Are you kidding me?” Jun said. “I like them.”
Satoshi blushed so he lowered his head as he fixed the kit. There was a weird feeling in his stomach and his heart could jump out of his chest any time. He took a deep breath and stood up, holding the first aid kit.
“Doesn’t feel right…” he thought. He looked at his forearm subtly and tried to rub on a reddish mark that was not really there earlier.
“Thanks, Jun-san. Anyway, your drink will be in the house for today. Sorry for the bother.”
Satoshi looked at the floor sadly as he watched Chika sweep the remnants of the cup that he was supposed to give J. He decided to leave the café earlier than usual. It would be unfair if the customer suffers because he was not in the mood.
He was too upset that he actually forgot that it was twelve in the afternoon already. He went to his bed and looked at the ceiling absentmindedly.
He spent several hours inside his bedroom, staring at the wall that was decorated by various shades of finger-painted colors. Satoshi sat up in surprise when he felt the familiar tickling sensation on his forearm.
“I want to meet you, Satoshi.”
Satoshi blinked a few times. The message from J was short but it made Satoshi anxious. Really anxious. He remembered the shattered mug, and he thought of all possible negative omens that accident could mean. He remembered how Jun touched his hand when he caught him and how their eyes met, and how his heart beat furiously. He felt guilty.
Satoshi pursed his lips and stared at the message as it slowly faded away. His attention went to his phone that lit up. He opened it and read the message.
“Oh-chan, I found him.”
“Who?” Satoshi replied, a bit lost. It was Masaki.
“My soulmate. The guy who drew a funny-looking Totoro.”
“Congratulations,” he replied.
“Oh-chan, please meet with your soulmate. It will be worth it, I know. I am sure of it. He might even be near you. Just… just go for it, okay?”
Satoshi hesitated before replying. He was very happy for Masaki. But Masaki was beautiful and kind, anyone would surely fall for him. His soulmate would be the luckiest guy on earth.
But what about Satoshi himself? What could he offer to his soulmate? What if his soulmate only enjoys his art and nothing else? They haven’t really talked using this method of communication. J would always write something and he would only use an illustration to answer his questions.
Satoshi heaved a deep sigh before finally grabbing a pen to write his response to his soulmate.
Genre: fluff, romance
Pairing: Juntoshi
Summary: They say that once you and your soulmate’s skin touch for the first time, magical things happen. Jun was almost done believing this silly story his mother told him until that fateful day.
A/N: I have a question to all of you readers: How do you imagine Jun's and Ohno's first date? How about Satoshi's and J's first date? (/to-mei-to/ and /to-ma-toh/) I'll be looking forward to your thoughts!
INDEX: 01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08
CHAPTER 8:
Satoshi sighed. He had just finished two cups: one for his loyal customer, Jun, and one for the other loyal customer whose name was Sho (apparently, he’s Jun’s colleague).
He placed Jun’s cup in front of him and looked at it as if he was an art critic. Satoshi was quite proud of his artworks but he knew that they were not really the best (or so he thought). He did not want to disappoint one of his most loyal patrons. Plus, he just felt that Jun had been very kind. He also noticed that he brought a lot of his colleagues and business partners in the café. In a way, Satoshi was really grateful because his café got a lot of new customers.
Not to mention the high school girls who always visit the shop to see the “handsome salaryman”.
The thing is that, he did not want anyone to get the same special treatment as his soulmate. His best artworks, in his opinion, should be reserved for J. That’s why he had to hold back when he was painting Jun’s cup, even though he was itching to fill it with more colors.
Satoshi’s phone alarmed. It was already 8 o’ clock and it’s time for another drawing session for J.
“Hmm… what to draw?” Satoshi wondered, playing with the paintbrush. He did not want to use the images he drew on the cups; it was similar to committing plagiarism.
Satoshi frowned and placed the tip of the brush under his chin as he tried to think of something. His first drawing was funny but probably offensive, depending on what kind of person J was.
He let out a snort when J replied.
“Ha ha ha… running out of ideas?”
Satoshi had drawn a picture of a cute butt.
He smiled before replying. “I’m trying to be more creative and unique.”
“Unique? Why?”
“I don’t want you to get sick of me.”
“Who says I’m sick of you?”
Satoshi held his breath while he watched a new message appear on his skin.
“The more I see your art, the more I want to meet you.”
***
“Instead of moping like that, I told you, you should invite J in your café. He’ll definitely fall in love with this place,” Masaki said as he helped Satoshi arrange the newly drawn cups to be picked up by regular customers. “You practically turned this café into an art museum.” Aiba pointed at the bare corner. “One of these days, I’m sure that wall will be painted as well.”
Satoshi looked at the corner and remembered that that was Jun’s favorite seat. “Well, probably,” he just sighed as he placed Jun’s cup on the shelf, beside the special cup he had reserved for J.
“This one looks funny,” his friend commented, holding up a red cup.
“Ah, that’s Sakurai-san’s cup,” Satoshi replied. “He’s a friend of Jun-san.”
“Ah, that guy who always reads the newspapers. He looks boring. It’s a good thing that you turned his cup to something like this,” Masaki commented absentmindedly as he wiped the cup with a rag.
“B-boring…?” a voice interrupted their conversation. Satoshi looked up and saw their loyal customers, Jun and his friend Sakurai.
“Damn, Masaki. Can’t you just shut up for a minute?” Satoshi thought. He quickly got down from the stool and bowed low in front of Sho.
“I’m so sorry, my friend is a bit talkative like that sometimes,” he apologized. He glanced at Masaki, who was blushing furiously while sliding his left foot back and forth on the tiles. It was a good thing that his friend did not drop the cup.
“Uhh, your cup,” Masaki said, giving the red cup to Jun’s friend.
“T-thanks,” Sho replied. He was also blushing and behind him, Jun was carrying an amused expression. Satoshi immediately went behind the counter. “To apologize, I’ll give you a free order,” he said, typing on the POS furiously.
“Ah, no need,” Sho said with a shy smile. He was still red, though. “I’ll have my usual… umm…” he glanced towards Masaki, who quickly withdrew towards his favorite corner, the part of the café that was always bathing in the sun.
“Sakurai-san?”
“Can you… can you give me something… that’s not… boring?” he breathed out.
“Oh,” Satoshi replied. He grinned. Sho’s usual order is a cup of espresso or Americano. Very straightforward. But of course, that kind of request was really vague for him. “Do you have any thoughts in mind?”
Sho’s shaky finger pointed towards Masaki. “What does he usually have?”
“Café latte with chocolate kisses and caramel and strawberry drizzle,” Satoshi answered. “With whipped cream on top,” he added, a bit unsure. As a barista, he found Masaki’s add-ons a little too sweet and a little too much.
Even though Sho did not have an idea about that concoction, he immediately said, “I’ll have that one.” He pulled out some bills and handed it to Satoshi.
“I’ll serve it using your new personalized cup, thank you, Sakurai-san,” Satoshi answered with a smile. Sho sheepishly nodded, placed the red cup on the counter, and made his way towards the corner seat. He could see the man look at his newspaper hesitantly.
“Oh, Masaki, you’ve done it,” he muttered.
“Hello, Ohno-san,” Jun greeted next. Satoshi smiled instinctively in response. “I’d like to try the green tea latte today.”
“Oh, that’s great!” Satoshi exclaimed. “We also have your cup now. Do you want to use that?”
“Can I see it?”
Satoshi walked towards the shelf and tiptoed a bit so that he could get the cup at the topmost. Since he could not really reach the top, he mistakenly grabbed the cup reserved for J.
“Watch out!” Jun shouted.
“Woah!” Satoshi gasped as the cup slipped from his fingers, dropping on the ground and shattering to tiny pieces.
Jun had caught Satoshi before he could fall and before he could be hit by the falling mug. But he could not be bothered at that point; the barista’s eyes were on the shattered mug.
“Are you alright, Ohno-san?” Jun asked, clearly worried. He winced a bit.
Satoshi was just silently looking at the mug. He silently stood up, gave a small forced smile to his customer. But he noticed that something was off. “Are you alright?” He looked at his customer’s arm and saw traces of red on his white sleeve.
“Chika-san, first aid kit please,” he said, trying to be as calm as possible. But deep inside, Satoshi felt like he was at was and he needed to take care of this cut as soon as possible.
“It’s just a scratch,” Ohno-san,” Jun retorted kindly, but nevertheless, Satoshi dragged him to the farthest corner, the portion where the owner usually computes for the day’s earnings.
He silently cleaned the area and placed a gauze while stealing glances at Jun. He wanted to smile at the fact that Jun looked enamored with the corner; it was filled with Satoshi’s own artworks, drawings and paintings that he was too embarrassed to show to the world.
“Did you… make all of these?” Jun asked curiously, his eyes wide like those of a child’s.
Satoshi just nodded as he his final touches. “Yes. They’re not so good so they stay here.”
“Are you kidding me?” Jun said. “I like them.”
Satoshi blushed so he lowered his head as he fixed the kit. There was a weird feeling in his stomach and his heart could jump out of his chest any time. He took a deep breath and stood up, holding the first aid kit.
“Doesn’t feel right…” he thought. He looked at his forearm subtly and tried to rub on a reddish mark that was not really there earlier.
“Thanks, Jun-san. Anyway, your drink will be in the house for today. Sorry for the bother.”
Satoshi looked at the floor sadly as he watched Chika sweep the remnants of the cup that he was supposed to give J. He decided to leave the café earlier than usual. It would be unfair if the customer suffers because he was not in the mood.
He was too upset that he actually forgot that it was twelve in the afternoon already. He went to his bed and looked at the ceiling absentmindedly.
He spent several hours inside his bedroom, staring at the wall that was decorated by various shades of finger-painted colors. Satoshi sat up in surprise when he felt the familiar tickling sensation on his forearm.
“I want to meet you, Satoshi.”
Satoshi blinked a few times. The message from J was short but it made Satoshi anxious. Really anxious. He remembered the shattered mug, and he thought of all possible negative omens that accident could mean. He remembered how Jun touched his hand when he caught him and how their eyes met, and how his heart beat furiously. He felt guilty.
Satoshi pursed his lips and stared at the message as it slowly faded away. His attention went to his phone that lit up. He opened it and read the message.
“Oh-chan, I found him.”
“Who?” Satoshi replied, a bit lost. It was Masaki.
“My soulmate. The guy who drew a funny-looking Totoro.”
“Congratulations,” he replied.
“Oh-chan, please meet with your soulmate. It will be worth it, I know. I am sure of it. He might even be near you. Just… just go for it, okay?”
Satoshi hesitated before replying. He was very happy for Masaki. But Masaki was beautiful and kind, anyone would surely fall for him. His soulmate would be the luckiest guy on earth.
But what about Satoshi himself? What could he offer to his soulmate? What if his soulmate only enjoys his art and nothing else? They haven’t really talked using this method of communication. J would always write something and he would only use an illustration to answer his questions.
Satoshi heaved a deep sigh before finally grabbing a pen to write his response to his soulmate.