Stardrop Earrings
Story: Stardrop Earrings
Type: one-shot
Genre: romance/comedy/life
Rating: T
Credits: characters and storyline are the result of my imagination and thus mine, so don't even think of stealing or copying
Comments: Un-betaed so be prepared for some mistakes. I didn't have the time to read through it again. ^^; It's the first of a series of one-shots dealing with the same couple.
Stardrop Earrings
It's too quite. The eerie silence which is covering this room will make me crawl up the walls soon enough. As if it isn't bad enough that the furniture itself reminds me of a hospital. Not that the main color is white. The lower half of the walls has a green color, anything else has a creamy touch. Stools, table and even the couch I'm currently sitting on. But that's it. No pictures, no flowers but bright artificial light burning down from above. Simply, nothing what gives me a warm feeling. Thus, hospital feeling. And the silence is making it even worse. I'm sure that people are running down the corridor on the other side of the door now and then but not a single sound can be heard. Maybe the door is soundproof for whatever reason. The only thing breaking the silence is the breathing of two people. His and mine. And the occasional rusteling of paper. Glancing to my side, I see him reading through the folder he has been given earlier, apparently concentrating on its content. I have to suppress a sigh and turn to my own folder. The two of us will be hosting a bi-weekly radio show starting next week and today is supposed to be the final meeting before the first recording. To clear out any remaining problems or doubts. An important thing for sure. But why did the rest of the team leave us here with two folders of which we know the content already? I really don't get the way the main producer's mind is working at times. And, more important, ever since they left the two of us haven't exchanged a single word. Would I tell some of my friends, they'd say I'm crazy. He's known to be a quite talkative and outgoing person, him not talking at all doesn't fit. Even not in a situation like this. And as I don't know what I should say, I'm keeping quite myself. What a pair. I wonder if we're really able to host a radio show seeing how great our current communication is. But why should I bother, it will work out. Professionals are like that. Or not? Being somehow frustrated, I do what I often do. Roaming through my hair and pulling it out of my face in process. What leads to an interesting result.
"You're wearing my earrings."
Okay. That's also a way to start a conversation. Even if I don't get what he means. His earrings? I turn around to see him staring at me with an intense gaze.
"Excuse me?"
"You are wearning MY earrings."
He stresses out every syllable as if I wouldn't understand him otherwise. And I can feel the annoyance building up inside of me. I may not be fluent in his native language but I'm not retarted either. What doesn't mean that I'm bound to get the meaning of this.
"As far as I can recall, I bought the earrings myself making them MINE and not yours. Stop fooling around."
Maybe that reply did sound slightly bitchy but I cannot help it. While it had first been the silence which bothered me, now it's him who's driving me nuts. In a bad way. And it doesn't look like he's giving up any time soon. Instead he stuffs the folder into a gap of the couch and turns around fully.
"Not in the sense of owning, yes. But I'm responsible for the design thus... MY earrings."
"Eh~?"
I really cannot think of anything more intelligent. But when I run my fingers over the shape of one earring, I finally understand. The stardrop earrings. Of course, I totally forgot that him and some of his bandmates design fashion jewelery on a regular basis and these earrings are one of their results. Or, better to say, his result as he indeed created them. I feel slightly embarrassed for not realizing that he wasn't fooling around earlier and thus decide to apologize.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Actually, I didn't realize which earrings I was wearing up to now."
"It's okay. However..."
Not ending his sentence at once, he gives me look of sheer curiosity which makes me feel pretty uneasy. Now that I think of it, the two of us have never been alone before. There was always someone around us, let it be managers, producers or other staff members. We never got to talk like this and, most certainly, never about anything other than the radio show. That must be the reason for my sudden uneasiness. That and the fact that he has shifted a bit closer without me noticing. What now?
"They look better on you than on me. So perfect."
"Thank you."
Heavy silence follows while the two of us are simply staring at each other. Or rather, he's staring at me while I constantly try to shift my gaze but I don't succeed. If I didn't know better, I'd say that he's using magic on me. My mind tries to find the words for saying something intelligent but never gets this far as his hand is suddenly quite close to my right cheek. What results into me literally jumping back on the couch.
"What are you doing?!"
"Trying to touch you?"
The innocent smile which graces his face is exactly that smile his female fans love so much. One that melts your heart and takes your breath away. One that makes me feel scared. Because, no matter how innocent he pretends to be, his hand is still too close and it doesn't look like he's going to withdraw any time soon. Thus I inch back further, getting dangerously close to the edge of the couch.
"And exactly why do you want to touch me all of a sudden?"
"You're cute?"
And again I can't think of an intelligent reply. I'd give the world for one of the staff members entering the room. Right now. But, of course, luck isn't on my side. Still sporting the famous smile, he moves closer to me, obviously trying to do exactly what he's been trying to for minutes already. And I try to put some distance between the two of us. Deja-vu, anyone? I wonder how long we'll continue this game.
"Trying to avoid me?"
"It's not that normal to have someone you barely know wanting to touch you, if that's what you mean."
"Aww, I won't hurt you. Trust me."
"I don't care! Just stay away~... aah!"
The discussion ends as we've reached the very end of the couch. And, seeing that none of us was prepared for that, we end up falling onto the ground, knocking over a chair in process. The back of my head hits the cold floor, letting me see stars for a second. I should have seen this coming, really. But situations like this are hardly the time for given common sense. I try to raise my right hand in order to touch my poor head but find that I'm not able to move it. Somehow he ended up falling straight upon me and his body is now successfully blocking my limbs from moving. Awesome result. I didn't want him to touch my face and now he's touching even more. His head is burried in the crook of my neck and the only thing I can see is a mass of blonde hair. No sign of life or the like. But I'm not going to lay here waiting for him to regain his senses. My body is already growing sore under his weight.
"Are you okay?"
"Nnn~."
A groan is my response. Well, at least he hasn't fainted. Shortly after he moves slightly, pulling himself up onto his elbows. He shakes his head once as if to clear his thoughts.
"Gosh, my head, I must have hit something during the fall."
"Might have been the chair which was right beside the couch."
"Guess so..."
He opens his eyes fully and glances down. Right into my eyes. What makes me realize that he's not only touching more than he should but that he's also closer than ever before. Is it just me or is the temperature of this room raising all of a sudden? The silence stretches making the seconds feel like hours and I decide that I cannot take it anymore. I need to say something and that quick. But just when I'm about do so, I'm beaten to it by the door being thrown open.
"Are you two okay? I heard a scream and..."
The voice of his manager dies in the middle of the sentence and I'm able to see her shocked face when I tilt my head slightly. Another moment of silence passes before the walls are literally shaking at the sound of her loud voice.
"OH. MY. GOD. What do you think you're doing? Attacking each other like that in a public place. Don't you have any shame at all?!"
I blink once, too confused to get what she means. But realization finally dawns when I see the amused face of some staff members behind her. We're on the floor. He's laying on me. Our faces are close enough to touch. His hands hold mine in check. An obviously compromising position. I can feel the deep blush making its way to cheeks and decide to act. Fast.
"Get off me, now!"
Now it's his turn to blink, all surprised. And I'm close to lose my last piece of patience. By now, he should have realized our current situation but, apparently, I have to give him a hint. By trying to move my legs which are trapped under him. His reaction is as expected. He flinches before moving away with nearly inhuman speed. Seconds later we're seperated. Both of us kneeling on the floor with ruffled clothes and matching blushes, two metres of distance between us. The staff members are still snickering but moving away after being granted by a death glare of his manager. Once they've left, she gives us the look all children know. One which tells how improper our behavior was and that we can be lucky that we're not about to receive a punishment. No scolding follows, instead we're granted with a voice that cold and demanding that you won't dare to disobey.
"The meeting with the main producers is about to start. You know the place. And... keep your hands to yourself."
And we're left alone with the aftermath of our awkward situation. One I no longer want to deal with. I raise to my feet and move towards the door, smoothing my clothes and hair on the way. Once I've stepped out onto the corridor, I can hear some noise behind me, indicating that he's following. We walk down the corridor in silence with me in lead. An uncomfortable silence but I feel better dealing with that instead of talking about what happened.
"Can I ask you something?"
His voice is low, sounding somewhat embarrassed. Nothing to feel uneasy about. And so I turn around, expecting an apology or something alike.
"Yes?"
"You know... when our faces were so close earlier I couldn't help but notice just how... soft and delicious your lips are."
Now, this is far from an apology. My mind is telling me to slap him and continue my way but my legs won't move. Most likely because of shock. I've heard all possible things when it comes to my appearance but having my lips being called delicious like some tasty apple is something new. His brown eyes shine with sincere adoration and the same determination which motivated him to touch me earlier. And which resulted into this mess.
"Can I kiss you?"
"No freaking way! After all of this, I won't let you come close to me like that again. Never!"
My response was loud enough to make random people popping their head out of their bureaus just to see who is the source of this commotion. Only now, I couldn't care less. I continue my way to the meeting, with anger visible in my movements. What is this guy thinking? We've been alone for less than an hour and he has attacked me already. Twice if you count this verbal request. My opinion of him has changed drastically. he isn't the cute, handsome leader of a famous group with a charming smile and good manners. He's a lecherous idiot who attacks innocent women once left alone with them. And who doesn't give up until he gets what he wants. Obviously, as he's currently trying to keep pace with me like an affectionate puppy and tries to melt my heart by giving me the matching puppy eyes. But that won't work.
"Just once. Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with cherry on top?"
"No! And stop acting like a spoilt brat. That won't get you anywhere."
That has some effect as he's only pouting now. What is still bad in its own way as his way of pouting is more dangerous than his smile or puppy eyes. Because it's just adorable. I feel the urge to smack my head. I'm supposed to be angry at him.
"Okay, I stop."
Now, that's unexpected. I never thought he'd admit defeat so easily. What gives me the nagging feeling that there's a catch to it all. And I'm proven right as he walks past me, the famous charming smile gracing his lips.
"I'll try to kiss you during the show then."
"Eh?!"
I'm too taken aback as to actually react to this. Thus, I can only watch him walking down the corridor with a light skip in his steps, whisteling the happy tune of an unknown song. Why do I have the feeling that I'm in for something which definitively change my life soon enough? I groan inwardly before following him. And all only because of a pair of stardrop earrings.
Type: one-shot
Genre: romance/comedy/life
Rating: T
Credits: characters and storyline are the result of my imagination and thus mine, so don't even think of stealing or copying
Comments: Un-betaed so be prepared for some mistakes. I didn't have the time to read through it again. ^^; It's the first of a series of one-shots dealing with the same couple.
Stardrop Earrings
It's too quite. The eerie silence which is covering this room will make me crawl up the walls soon enough. As if it isn't bad enough that the furniture itself reminds me of a hospital. Not that the main color is white. The lower half of the walls has a green color, anything else has a creamy touch. Stools, table and even the couch I'm currently sitting on. But that's it. No pictures, no flowers but bright artificial light burning down from above. Simply, nothing what gives me a warm feeling. Thus, hospital feeling. And the silence is making it even worse. I'm sure that people are running down the corridor on the other side of the door now and then but not a single sound can be heard. Maybe the door is soundproof for whatever reason. The only thing breaking the silence is the breathing of two people. His and mine. And the occasional rusteling of paper. Glancing to my side, I see him reading through the folder he has been given earlier, apparently concentrating on its content. I have to suppress a sigh and turn to my own folder. The two of us will be hosting a bi-weekly radio show starting next week and today is supposed to be the final meeting before the first recording. To clear out any remaining problems or doubts. An important thing for sure. But why did the rest of the team leave us here with two folders of which we know the content already? I really don't get the way the main producer's mind is working at times. And, more important, ever since they left the two of us haven't exchanged a single word. Would I tell some of my friends, they'd say I'm crazy. He's known to be a quite talkative and outgoing person, him not talking at all doesn't fit. Even not in a situation like this. And as I don't know what I should say, I'm keeping quite myself. What a pair. I wonder if we're really able to host a radio show seeing how great our current communication is. But why should I bother, it will work out. Professionals are like that. Or not? Being somehow frustrated, I do what I often do. Roaming through my hair and pulling it out of my face in process. What leads to an interesting result.
"You're wearing my earrings."
Okay. That's also a way to start a conversation. Even if I don't get what he means. His earrings? I turn around to see him staring at me with an intense gaze.
"Excuse me?"
"You are wearning MY earrings."
He stresses out every syllable as if I wouldn't understand him otherwise. And I can feel the annoyance building up inside of me. I may not be fluent in his native language but I'm not retarted either. What doesn't mean that I'm bound to get the meaning of this.
"As far as I can recall, I bought the earrings myself making them MINE and not yours. Stop fooling around."
Maybe that reply did sound slightly bitchy but I cannot help it. While it had first been the silence which bothered me, now it's him who's driving me nuts. In a bad way. And it doesn't look like he's giving up any time soon. Instead he stuffs the folder into a gap of the couch and turns around fully.
"Not in the sense of owning, yes. But I'm responsible for the design thus... MY earrings."
"Eh~?"
I really cannot think of anything more intelligent. But when I run my fingers over the shape of one earring, I finally understand. The stardrop earrings. Of course, I totally forgot that him and some of his bandmates design fashion jewelery on a regular basis and these earrings are one of their results. Or, better to say, his result as he indeed created them. I feel slightly embarrassed for not realizing that he wasn't fooling around earlier and thus decide to apologize.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Actually, I didn't realize which earrings I was wearing up to now."
"It's okay. However..."
Not ending his sentence at once, he gives me look of sheer curiosity which makes me feel pretty uneasy. Now that I think of it, the two of us have never been alone before. There was always someone around us, let it be managers, producers or other staff members. We never got to talk like this and, most certainly, never about anything other than the radio show. That must be the reason for my sudden uneasiness. That and the fact that he has shifted a bit closer without me noticing. What now?
"They look better on you than on me. So perfect."
"Thank you."
Heavy silence follows while the two of us are simply staring at each other. Or rather, he's staring at me while I constantly try to shift my gaze but I don't succeed. If I didn't know better, I'd say that he's using magic on me. My mind tries to find the words for saying something intelligent but never gets this far as his hand is suddenly quite close to my right cheek. What results into me literally jumping back on the couch.
"What are you doing?!"
"Trying to touch you?"
The innocent smile which graces his face is exactly that smile his female fans love so much. One that melts your heart and takes your breath away. One that makes me feel scared. Because, no matter how innocent he pretends to be, his hand is still too close and it doesn't look like he's going to withdraw any time soon. Thus I inch back further, getting dangerously close to the edge of the couch.
"And exactly why do you want to touch me all of a sudden?"
"You're cute?"
And again I can't think of an intelligent reply. I'd give the world for one of the staff members entering the room. Right now. But, of course, luck isn't on my side. Still sporting the famous smile, he moves closer to me, obviously trying to do exactly what he's been trying to for minutes already. And I try to put some distance between the two of us. Deja-vu, anyone? I wonder how long we'll continue this game.
"Trying to avoid me?"
"It's not that normal to have someone you barely know wanting to touch you, if that's what you mean."
"Aww, I won't hurt you. Trust me."
"I don't care! Just stay away~... aah!"
The discussion ends as we've reached the very end of the couch. And, seeing that none of us was prepared for that, we end up falling onto the ground, knocking over a chair in process. The back of my head hits the cold floor, letting me see stars for a second. I should have seen this coming, really. But situations like this are hardly the time for given common sense. I try to raise my right hand in order to touch my poor head but find that I'm not able to move it. Somehow he ended up falling straight upon me and his body is now successfully blocking my limbs from moving. Awesome result. I didn't want him to touch my face and now he's touching even more. His head is burried in the crook of my neck and the only thing I can see is a mass of blonde hair. No sign of life or the like. But I'm not going to lay here waiting for him to regain his senses. My body is already growing sore under his weight.
"Are you okay?"
"Nnn~."
A groan is my response. Well, at least he hasn't fainted. Shortly after he moves slightly, pulling himself up onto his elbows. He shakes his head once as if to clear his thoughts.
"Gosh, my head, I must have hit something during the fall."
"Might have been the chair which was right beside the couch."
"Guess so..."
He opens his eyes fully and glances down. Right into my eyes. What makes me realize that he's not only touching more than he should but that he's also closer than ever before. Is it just me or is the temperature of this room raising all of a sudden? The silence stretches making the seconds feel like hours and I decide that I cannot take it anymore. I need to say something and that quick. But just when I'm about do so, I'm beaten to it by the door being thrown open.
"Are you two okay? I heard a scream and..."
The voice of his manager dies in the middle of the sentence and I'm able to see her shocked face when I tilt my head slightly. Another moment of silence passes before the walls are literally shaking at the sound of her loud voice.
"OH. MY. GOD. What do you think you're doing? Attacking each other like that in a public place. Don't you have any shame at all?!"
I blink once, too confused to get what she means. But realization finally dawns when I see the amused face of some staff members behind her. We're on the floor. He's laying on me. Our faces are close enough to touch. His hands hold mine in check. An obviously compromising position. I can feel the deep blush making its way to cheeks and decide to act. Fast.
"Get off me, now!"
Now it's his turn to blink, all surprised. And I'm close to lose my last piece of patience. By now, he should have realized our current situation but, apparently, I have to give him a hint. By trying to move my legs which are trapped under him. His reaction is as expected. He flinches before moving away with nearly inhuman speed. Seconds later we're seperated. Both of us kneeling on the floor with ruffled clothes and matching blushes, two metres of distance between us. The staff members are still snickering but moving away after being granted by a death glare of his manager. Once they've left, she gives us the look all children know. One which tells how improper our behavior was and that we can be lucky that we're not about to receive a punishment. No scolding follows, instead we're granted with a voice that cold and demanding that you won't dare to disobey.
"The meeting with the main producers is about to start. You know the place. And... keep your hands to yourself."
And we're left alone with the aftermath of our awkward situation. One I no longer want to deal with. I raise to my feet and move towards the door, smoothing my clothes and hair on the way. Once I've stepped out onto the corridor, I can hear some noise behind me, indicating that he's following. We walk down the corridor in silence with me in lead. An uncomfortable silence but I feel better dealing with that instead of talking about what happened.
"Can I ask you something?"
His voice is low, sounding somewhat embarrassed. Nothing to feel uneasy about. And so I turn around, expecting an apology or something alike.
"Yes?"
"You know... when our faces were so close earlier I couldn't help but notice just how... soft and delicious your lips are."
Now, this is far from an apology. My mind is telling me to slap him and continue my way but my legs won't move. Most likely because of shock. I've heard all possible things when it comes to my appearance but having my lips being called delicious like some tasty apple is something new. His brown eyes shine with sincere adoration and the same determination which motivated him to touch me earlier. And which resulted into this mess.
"Can I kiss you?"
"No freaking way! After all of this, I won't let you come close to me like that again. Never!"
My response was loud enough to make random people popping their head out of their bureaus just to see who is the source of this commotion. Only now, I couldn't care less. I continue my way to the meeting, with anger visible in my movements. What is this guy thinking? We've been alone for less than an hour and he has attacked me already. Twice if you count this verbal request. My opinion of him has changed drastically. he isn't the cute, handsome leader of a famous group with a charming smile and good manners. He's a lecherous idiot who attacks innocent women once left alone with them. And who doesn't give up until he gets what he wants. Obviously, as he's currently trying to keep pace with me like an affectionate puppy and tries to melt my heart by giving me the matching puppy eyes. But that won't work.
"Just once. Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with cherry on top?"
"No! And stop acting like a spoilt brat. That won't get you anywhere."
That has some effect as he's only pouting now. What is still bad in its own way as his way of pouting is more dangerous than his smile or puppy eyes. Because it's just adorable. I feel the urge to smack my head. I'm supposed to be angry at him.
"Okay, I stop."
Now, that's unexpected. I never thought he'd admit defeat so easily. What gives me the nagging feeling that there's a catch to it all. And I'm proven right as he walks past me, the famous charming smile gracing his lips.
"I'll try to kiss you during the show then."
"Eh?!"
I'm too taken aback as to actually react to this. Thus, I can only watch him walking down the corridor with a light skip in his steps, whisteling the happy tune of an unknown song. Why do I have the feeling that I'm in for something which definitively change my life soon enough? I groan inwardly before following him. And all only because of a pair of stardrop earrings.