[Fic] Loving You is Hard Dakedo Happy 8 part 2
Title : [Fic] Loving You Is Hard Dakedo Happy
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Sho/Jun, Nino/Aiba bff-ery
Rating : R
Summary : AU. Nino usually doesn’t consider a man attractive unless he takes his wallet out and have Nino peek at the supposedly thick contents - the kind of guy Nino usually go for - but frankly, working for a man like that is a completely different story altogether.
Word count : around 1685 words
Author’s Note : so this silly thing is like a spin off (but not really) of that Ohno Satoshi drama, Sekai Ichi Muzukashii Koi, with the exception of the ladies. Sorry for the delay.
(This fic is also available in AO3)
( Loving You Is Hard, Dakedo Happy - 8 part 1)
Nino is worried.
Somehow, it doesn’t come as a surprise that he is. It’s almost five o’clock now and his officemates are all getting ready to leave in a few minutes, but he’s too distracted to even care. He can’t help his gaze from wandering over the door of the President’s office every now and then, which has remained shut since morning after Sakurai Sho had come and left not even an hour after.
No one knows what is happening; it seems like this is the first time they’ve encountered the same thing, their President being gone from the office without any prior memo informing his staffs where he would be traveling and even poor Chief Matsuoka seems a little lost.
“I heard they couldn’t contact him,” Aiba had told him earlier during lunch, and Nino had tried to keep himself from frowning, from outright demanding Aiba for an explanation, even though he kind of already suspected what had triggered the President’s much unexpected and obviously very sudden disappearance.
Aiba had then followed it with, “I heard Joushima-san telling the Chief that the President had been out of reach since late Friday evening….” And Nino swore the sound he had just made right then and there would have been awfully embarrassing if not for the fact that he was too busy trying to locate his phone from his pants pocket, fingers shaking as he unlocked the screen finding Sakurai Sho’s number as he excused himself from the table he was sharing with Aiba.
Unsurprisingly, Sakurai Sho’s phone was equally out of reach.
“Nino-chan, are you ready to go?” Aiba’s voice prompts him out of his temporary daze, hand on his shoulder. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been quiet since morning. Are you sick? Do you want me to go with you to the doctor or something?”
Nino forces out a smile, grateful for Aiba’s genuine concern even though Nino doesn’t deserve it. He shakes his head, figures he can try and call Sakurai later at home, ask him about the President then, at least if he answers.
“Nino-chan?”
Nino pats Aiba’s arm and stands up. “I’m okay, Aiba-chan,” he tells his friend, not really meaning it. He gathers his things without sparing Aiba a look, wishing he doesn’t look as pathetic as he feels. “Shall we go?”
“Okay, if you say so,” Aiba says, sounding not the least bit convinced but otherwise lets Nino lead the way.
+
He pauses, looks Matsumoto in the eyes and finds himself mumbling a stupid-sounding, “Huh?” in answer, the only eloquent thing he could muster in counter to Matsumoto’s idea.
To this, Matsumoto simply grins.
“Come on, think about it for just one second, Samii-kun,” Matsumoto says, trying to keep a straight face despite the fact that he seems to be having a seriously hard time keeping his mirth in. Ohno’s hand twitches with the urge to hit him.
“I don’t know why you even think I’m going to listen to you,” he counters, annoyed.
It’s not to say that he’s pissed because of the fact that Matsumoto is here, or that of all people, he should be the one to try and put some sense into Ohno’s head as if he has all the fucking right, but because Ohno doesn’t want to admit that for all the things he absolutely hates about Matsumoto, one of it is the fact that Matsumoto is seldom wrong.
However, he’s not that stupid to admit that to Matsumoto, not even if the other man threatens to dismember him.
“Oh, I know you would, Samii-kun,” Matsumoto returns with a confident smile Ohno feels like wiping off with his fist. “Eventually. You won’t admit it now because we both know you’re too stubborn for your own good but in the end, you’ll do it, because you know I’m right.” Matsumoto says, tone overflowing with confidence it is almost terrifying.
Ohno gives Matsumoto a look before he promptly takes his gaze away, squaring his shoulders in feigned defiance even though he’s feeling anything but. Damn Matsumoto and his fucking perfect existence.
Still, it doesn’t hurt to pretend he at least has the upper hand here. “I don’t know,” he says, shrugging nonchalantly. “I don’t see any reason why you think firing Ninomiya-san is the answer to all this trouble because as far as I’m concerned, doing that will only benefit you,” he says. Matsumoto’s brow arches the slightest bit the action would have gone unnoticed if he wasn’t looking at Matsumoto.
To be honest, having drawn that reaction from the other man made him feel slightly better.
“Please excuse me if I’m wrong, though,” he follows, smirking. Matsumoto shrugs, as if he’s not at all ashamed to admit that he will jump at the very first chance he could get to steal Ninomiya from his company.
And well, keeping his disgusting feelings over Ninomiya aside, as the company’s owner and having interviewed Ninomiya himself, he’s pretty certain he’d have done the same thing if he’s Matsumoto.
Ninomiya is quite a catch, be it in terms of business and in - nope, he’s not going there, is he?
“You’re not,” Matsumoto agrees quite readily, and Ohno really feels like punching him. “Though I must say I really do envy you for bagging Ninomiya-san so easily. I mean, I even went out of my way to personally scout him the first time I met him in Singapore but he outright declined me. Said he was happy in the hotel he’s working at even though I told him I’d double the salary he’s getting there, and then a couple of months later, I found out he’s back here in Japan and is working at your hotel,” Matsumoto says without pause.
Then, sounding bitter, “I mean, come on, you already have Sho-san with you, following you around like you’re the crown prince of Egypt, why can’t I have Ninomiya-san at least? You’re a lucky dog, Samii-kun.”
Ohno frowns, not liking the word Matsumoto just used. “Ninomiya is not a thing and therefore I couldn’t bag him, Matsumoto-san,” he says, annoyed. “And I guess you’re right, I’m lucky like that so there is no way I am going to kick him out of my company just because I like him and he didn’t.”
Matsumoto gives him a look then, and shrugs. “Fine, then don’t,” Matsumoto says, “but you agree with me that you need to give him some space, right? If it doesn’t work out, still, then maybe -“
“It’s for the best, I know,” he agrees, not wanting to admit it but he guesses that’s just how it is. He can’t possibly have everything he wants, even if he works hard to get them.
Matsumoto raises his hand and mock-punches him on the shoulder.
“Right,” Matsumoto says, “so are you ready to go home or what? Your mother is worried, you know?”
“My mother?”
“Sho-san,” Matsumoto says, then proceeds on giving him that signature smirk of his again as Ohno scowls, revises his impression about this person .
A jerk, he thinks, but an honestly charming one at that. “Oh, well then you should stop trying to flirt with him,” he says, grinning inwardly, “because then if he says yes to you you’ll have to adopt me. You don’t like that, do you?”
Matsumoto laughs, loud and carefree that the sight of him with his eyes reduced to slits, head thrown back and looking so very young, surprises Ohno.
“Oh, Samii-kun, you’re hilarious,” Matsumoto says, thumping Ohno’s back not-so-gently, and for once, Ohno doesn’t feel entirely repulsive of him.
He grins, genuinely this time, and leans back into his tent comfortably, enjoying his last few minutes stay here while thinking of Ninomiya.
+
The next morning, Nino is edgy. It doesn’t help that Aiba keeps on checking him out, asking him what’s wrong, and why he looks like a pregnant cat about to go into labor. He couldn’t even find the strength to get back at Aiba for it, his brows creased with worry as his gaze keeps darting towards the President’s office, vaguely wondering what is happening to him.
But to be honest, he knows exactly what triggers this.
He spent the previous night thinking about the President, how poorly he treated the other man when it was pretty obvious to anyone with eyes the reason why the President had acted the way he did. It was kind of a given, and this isn’t the first time Nino’s experienced someone treating him the way the President had been treating him.
The President likes him, and that in itself is surprising as much as it is humbling, and for the life of him, Nino doesn’t know what to feel about it really.
On one hand, he’s grateful. There’s no other way to go about it, honestly, and he finds himself wondering what’s so special about him that he always kind of ends up attracting the ‘crazy ones’, then laughs it off despite himself. Toma might be on the crazy category, yes, but he won’t put the President there; he may be a little weird but until Nino gets to know the man better, he couldn’t really tell.
The other man might lean heavily on the eccentric side, but that doesn’t make him a bad person. Nino figures as much, even after his few but very personal encounters with the President.
The front door opens and Nino is quickly snatched out from his thoughts, stands up along with the others as the President strides in, confidently, Sakurai Sho hot on his heels. He doesn’t even pause when everyone bow their heads, and Nino finds himself following the President’s retreating back with a frown, heart hammering hard in his chest at the all-too-familiar scowl marring the President’s mouth, made even prominent by the passive look on his face as he passed by.
For a second there, Nino wonders what made it look so familiar.
Then he remembers. It’s the same look the President wore the first time he met the President in Singapore - distant, uncaring, untouchable, and Nino’s heart aches without him knowing exactly why.
( Loving You Is Hard, Dakedo Happy - 9 part 1)
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Sho/Jun, Nino/Aiba bff-ery
Rating : R
Summary : AU. Nino usually doesn’t consider a man attractive unless he takes his wallet out and have Nino peek at the supposedly thick contents - the kind of guy Nino usually go for - but frankly, working for a man like that is a completely different story altogether.
Word count : around 1685 words
Author’s Note : so this silly thing is like a spin off (but not really) of that Ohno Satoshi drama, Sekai Ichi Muzukashii Koi, with the exception of the ladies. Sorry for the delay.
(This fic is also available in AO3)
( Loving You Is Hard, Dakedo Happy - 8 part 1)
Nino is worried.
Somehow, it doesn’t come as a surprise that he is. It’s almost five o’clock now and his officemates are all getting ready to leave in a few minutes, but he’s too distracted to even care. He can’t help his gaze from wandering over the door of the President’s office every now and then, which has remained shut since morning after Sakurai Sho had come and left not even an hour after.
No one knows what is happening; it seems like this is the first time they’ve encountered the same thing, their President being gone from the office without any prior memo informing his staffs where he would be traveling and even poor Chief Matsuoka seems a little lost.
“I heard they couldn’t contact him,” Aiba had told him earlier during lunch, and Nino had tried to keep himself from frowning, from outright demanding Aiba for an explanation, even though he kind of already suspected what had triggered the President’s much unexpected and obviously very sudden disappearance.
Aiba had then followed it with, “I heard Joushima-san telling the Chief that the President had been out of reach since late Friday evening….” And Nino swore the sound he had just made right then and there would have been awfully embarrassing if not for the fact that he was too busy trying to locate his phone from his pants pocket, fingers shaking as he unlocked the screen finding Sakurai Sho’s number as he excused himself from the table he was sharing with Aiba.
Unsurprisingly, Sakurai Sho’s phone was equally out of reach.
“Nino-chan, are you ready to go?” Aiba’s voice prompts him out of his temporary daze, hand on his shoulder. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been quiet since morning. Are you sick? Do you want me to go with you to the doctor or something?”
Nino forces out a smile, grateful for Aiba’s genuine concern even though Nino doesn’t deserve it. He shakes his head, figures he can try and call Sakurai later at home, ask him about the President then, at least if he answers.
“Nino-chan?”
Nino pats Aiba’s arm and stands up. “I’m okay, Aiba-chan,” he tells his friend, not really meaning it. He gathers his things without sparing Aiba a look, wishing he doesn’t look as pathetic as he feels. “Shall we go?”
“Okay, if you say so,” Aiba says, sounding not the least bit convinced but otherwise lets Nino lead the way.
+
He pauses, looks Matsumoto in the eyes and finds himself mumbling a stupid-sounding, “Huh?” in answer, the only eloquent thing he could muster in counter to Matsumoto’s idea.
To this, Matsumoto simply grins.
“Come on, think about it for just one second, Samii-kun,” Matsumoto says, trying to keep a straight face despite the fact that he seems to be having a seriously hard time keeping his mirth in. Ohno’s hand twitches with the urge to hit him.
“I don’t know why you even think I’m going to listen to you,” he counters, annoyed.
It’s not to say that he’s pissed because of the fact that Matsumoto is here, or that of all people, he should be the one to try and put some sense into Ohno’s head as if he has all the fucking right, but because Ohno doesn’t want to admit that for all the things he absolutely hates about Matsumoto, one of it is the fact that Matsumoto is seldom wrong.
However, he’s not that stupid to admit that to Matsumoto, not even if the other man threatens to dismember him.
“Oh, I know you would, Samii-kun,” Matsumoto returns with a confident smile Ohno feels like wiping off with his fist. “Eventually. You won’t admit it now because we both know you’re too stubborn for your own good but in the end, you’ll do it, because you know I’m right.” Matsumoto says, tone overflowing with confidence it is almost terrifying.
Ohno gives Matsumoto a look before he promptly takes his gaze away, squaring his shoulders in feigned defiance even though he’s feeling anything but. Damn Matsumoto and his fucking perfect existence.
Still, it doesn’t hurt to pretend he at least has the upper hand here. “I don’t know,” he says, shrugging nonchalantly. “I don’t see any reason why you think firing Ninomiya-san is the answer to all this trouble because as far as I’m concerned, doing that will only benefit you,” he says. Matsumoto’s brow arches the slightest bit the action would have gone unnoticed if he wasn’t looking at Matsumoto.
To be honest, having drawn that reaction from the other man made him feel slightly better.
“Please excuse me if I’m wrong, though,” he follows, smirking. Matsumoto shrugs, as if he’s not at all ashamed to admit that he will jump at the very first chance he could get to steal Ninomiya from his company.
And well, keeping his disgusting feelings over Ninomiya aside, as the company’s owner and having interviewed Ninomiya himself, he’s pretty certain he’d have done the same thing if he’s Matsumoto.
Ninomiya is quite a catch, be it in terms of business and in - nope, he’s not going there, is he?
“You’re not,” Matsumoto agrees quite readily, and Ohno really feels like punching him. “Though I must say I really do envy you for bagging Ninomiya-san so easily. I mean, I even went out of my way to personally scout him the first time I met him in Singapore but he outright declined me. Said he was happy in the hotel he’s working at even though I told him I’d double the salary he’s getting there, and then a couple of months later, I found out he’s back here in Japan and is working at your hotel,” Matsumoto says without pause.
Then, sounding bitter, “I mean, come on, you already have Sho-san with you, following you around like you’re the crown prince of Egypt, why can’t I have Ninomiya-san at least? You’re a lucky dog, Samii-kun.”
Ohno frowns, not liking the word Matsumoto just used. “Ninomiya is not a thing and therefore I couldn’t bag him, Matsumoto-san,” he says, annoyed. “And I guess you’re right, I’m lucky like that so there is no way I am going to kick him out of my company just because I like him and he didn’t.”
Matsumoto gives him a look then, and shrugs. “Fine, then don’t,” Matsumoto says, “but you agree with me that you need to give him some space, right? If it doesn’t work out, still, then maybe -“
“It’s for the best, I know,” he agrees, not wanting to admit it but he guesses that’s just how it is. He can’t possibly have everything he wants, even if he works hard to get them.
Matsumoto raises his hand and mock-punches him on the shoulder.
“Right,” Matsumoto says, “so are you ready to go home or what? Your mother is worried, you know?”
“My mother?”
“Sho-san,” Matsumoto says, then proceeds on giving him that signature smirk of his again as Ohno scowls, revises his impression about this person .
A jerk, he thinks, but an honestly charming one at that. “Oh, well then you should stop trying to flirt with him,” he says, grinning inwardly, “because then if he says yes to you you’ll have to adopt me. You don’t like that, do you?”
Matsumoto laughs, loud and carefree that the sight of him with his eyes reduced to slits, head thrown back and looking so very young, surprises Ohno.
“Oh, Samii-kun, you’re hilarious,” Matsumoto says, thumping Ohno’s back not-so-gently, and for once, Ohno doesn’t feel entirely repulsive of him.
He grins, genuinely this time, and leans back into his tent comfortably, enjoying his last few minutes stay here while thinking of Ninomiya.
+
The next morning, Nino is edgy. It doesn’t help that Aiba keeps on checking him out, asking him what’s wrong, and why he looks like a pregnant cat about to go into labor. He couldn’t even find the strength to get back at Aiba for it, his brows creased with worry as his gaze keeps darting towards the President’s office, vaguely wondering what is happening to him.
But to be honest, he knows exactly what triggers this.
He spent the previous night thinking about the President, how poorly he treated the other man when it was pretty obvious to anyone with eyes the reason why the President had acted the way he did. It was kind of a given, and this isn’t the first time Nino’s experienced someone treating him the way the President had been treating him.
The President likes him, and that in itself is surprising as much as it is humbling, and for the life of him, Nino doesn’t know what to feel about it really.
On one hand, he’s grateful. There’s no other way to go about it, honestly, and he finds himself wondering what’s so special about him that he always kind of ends up attracting the ‘crazy ones’, then laughs it off despite himself. Toma might be on the crazy category, yes, but he won’t put the President there; he may be a little weird but until Nino gets to know the man better, he couldn’t really tell.
The other man might lean heavily on the eccentric side, but that doesn’t make him a bad person. Nino figures as much, even after his few but very personal encounters with the President.
The front door opens and Nino is quickly snatched out from his thoughts, stands up along with the others as the President strides in, confidently, Sakurai Sho hot on his heels. He doesn’t even pause when everyone bow their heads, and Nino finds himself following the President’s retreating back with a frown, heart hammering hard in his chest at the all-too-familiar scowl marring the President’s mouth, made even prominent by the passive look on his face as he passed by.
For a second there, Nino wonders what made it look so familiar.
Then he remembers. It’s the same look the President wore the first time he met the President in Singapore - distant, uncaring, untouchable, and Nino’s heart aches without him knowing exactly why.
( Loving You Is Hard, Dakedo Happy - 9 part 1)