I don't not love you! [Ongoing]
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Title: I don’t not love you!
Author: yoshi09
Rating: PG
Classification: Present day
Spoilers: None.
Warning: I gathered info to make this fic from both actual and rumored MaoJun information as usual… and filled in the gaps from there.
Summary: Mao invited Jun to watch a movie with her at her apartment like old times. It starts raining really hard. Awkwardness ensues!
Disclaimer: I don’t have any property rights to HYD or it’s cast, crew, or fandom (except my fanfics). I don’t own Arashi and I especially don’t own Inoue Mao or Matsumoto Jun- they’re owned by each other.
Author’s Note: I always imagine the MaoJun couple in two ways- either together and hiding it… or at the “awkward-best-friends-who-love-each-other-and-(won’t)-admit-it” stage. I’m thrilled to finally write the latter.
*courtesy of getcupcakes.com
“Listen, is it really important that I come by right now?”
Inoue Mao closed her eyes and bit her lip. It took all her energy not to remind him that he had promised to get off work early today and hang out with her.
“…You could come by after work,” she said, slowly, deliberately trying to sound as neutral as possible.
“Okay, thanks. I’ll see you later. Bye.”
Matsumoto Jun hung up before Mao could reply.
“…bye.” Mao whispered to the empty receiver. She clicked her phone shut her gaze still locked out the door to the balcony and to the rain washed pavement that reflected the heavy gray of the sky. Mao loved rainy days. But even the soft pitter-patter of the raindrops landing on the roof of her apartment was not enough to deter her disappointment.
Mao shuffled casually to the kitchen, determined to convince herself that she was just looking out the balcony earlier to admire the hues of her favorite color. She was not, of course, waiting to see a taxi to pull up and Jun to hop out with his jacket over his head to deflect the rain he personally thought was annoying.
Ridiculous.
They weren’t even together.
But even as Mao thought this her eyes strayed to the bowls, the spatulas, and the measuring cups and spoons still layered with chocolate residue in the sink of her kitchen. Her apartment still smelled heavily of chocolate cupcakes she made from scratch- it was her specialty. Then again, it only became her specialty when Jun praised her baking abilities during Hana Yori Dango Returns shooting. Abe Tsuyoshi, Matsuda Shota, Oguri Shun, and the rest of the HYD cast had done so too but Mao explicitly remembered her being the most thrilled when Jun told her she should make a batch for him to take home one day.
Which she had done.
The very next day.
Mao had refused to believe then that she had been falling for her costar since they started filming season two, but she knew she was. This fact was only confirmed when New Years 2008 rolled around and she sent a mass text message to her friends with the usual fireworks, melody signs, and heart ensemble wishing them a new year… only to find herself deleting Jun off her list of New Years text greetings because she didn’t want him to think she was trying to be cute. Mao ended up calling him instead that day.
Mao brushed her hair over a shoulder and decided to wash the dishes at least since she didn’t have anything better to do. Her thoughts continued to stray towards Jun.
‘Will he ever look at me more than just Mao-chan?’ thought Mao dubiously. Probably not. Mao was painfully shy, and she’s seen the women Jun was surrounded by-outgoing, cute, sexy, bubbly model types. Mao was cute, but in a childish way. She knew she was certainly not sexy, especially compared to the girls Jun sometimes models with. And Jun had explicitly said she had gotten darker, more gloomy, not bubbly like most girls in the entertainment industry. She sighed heavily. The only reason why she had gotten gloomier was because she knew she didn’t stand a chance.
What’s more was how irritatingly confusing Jun was.
Jun had admitted to her in half-drunk slur when they went drinking one night with a group of friends that he really, really enjoyed rehearsing kissing scenes with her. He told her it was nice because her lips were so receptive to his, so yielding, so soft. Mao remembered blushing at his rare compliment and before she could respond he silenced her with a finger as he had made a phone call, “Hoy, Naomi, are you busy? No? Come drinking with us…” Of course, Mao thought as Jun convinced his friend, he was just complimenting her skill as an actress. Nothing else. Just friends.
But for a few weeks afterwards Jun had avoided talking to her except for strict rehearsal and filming purposes. Clearly he was avoiding her. Mao had a strong suspicion it was due to the unexpected kissing confession while under the influence, but she was too embarrassed to ask herself. Eventually he warmed up to her again, probably under the impression she had forgotten the incident as she never brought it up, and they went on as usual.
She hated it. She hated her inability to fully express herself with the passion many girls who pined after Jun could. She hated how cool and reasonable she was on the outside when she was in such turmoil on the inside. It was especially bothersome when so many people melded acting and real life together and they just assumed since she kissed Jun on the set she could do it any time she pleased. Oh, how she wished.
Mao turned to glance at the cupcakes still on the table as she rinsed the remainder of the dishes. They were cooling now.
She finished rinsing the final dish and took a cloth to dry her hands with as she surveyed herself in the reflection of one of the baking pans she had just washed. Mao inwardly hoped she didn’t look too horrendous. Jun was always a little critical about her fashion choices and it was always a bit of an adventure trying to figure out what exactly she was going to wear when they hung out together. She never wanted to look too cute- God forbid Jun find out about Mao’s “little” crush on him and feel that she was dressing up for him, but at the same time, she didn’t want to outright insult Jun by dressing frumpy either. Mao donned a casual not too tight, not too loose green tank top with a pair of denim jeans. Her hair was up in a quick messy bun, and she wore an apron- similar to the one she wore for her maid outfit in HanaDan Returns- smudged with some chocolate fudgings from her cupcake baking earlier. It wasn’t a bad outfit… if she added a belt and a bracelet Jun might approve more, but would he consider that too dressy? She could play it off and say she was out shopping earlier and didn’t bother to change…
The buzz from the doorbell broke her out of her reverie. It must be her dog sitter returning Hug-chan for the day. Usually Shun or another close friend would take her absolutely adorable pet, but everyone was busy. She continued drying the remainder of her fingers before opening the door... and gasped.
Author's Note: It's nice being back to writing MaoJun again! Not a lot of fluff in this chapter because I need to set the background. And yes... this is my first chaptered MaoJun fic. I'm so excited (no, really, I am)! I'm planning to update once every week- quite possibly every Friday, so look out for that. This is going to be different (and difficult) for me because it'll all be from Mao's limited point of view... but we could all imagine what Jun is thinking anyway. Haha. ^_^ Reviews make authors happy!
~yoshi09
Title: I don’t not love you!
Author: yoshi09
Rating: PG
Classification: Present day
Spoilers: None.
Warning: I gathered info to make this fic from both actual and rumored MaoJun information as usual… and filled in the gaps from there.
Summary: Mao invited Jun to watch a movie with her at her apartment like old times. It starts raining really hard. Awkwardness ensues!
Disclaimer: I don’t have any property rights to HYD or it’s cast, crew, or fandom (except my fanfics). I don’t own Arashi and I especially don’t own Inoue Mao or Matsumoto Jun- they’re owned by each other.
Author’s Note: I always imagine the MaoJun couple in two ways- either together and hiding it… or at the “awkward-best-friends-who-love-each-other-and-(won’t)-admit-it” stage. I’m thrilled to finally write the latter.
*courtesy of getcupcakes.com
“Listen, is it really important that I come by right now?”
Inoue Mao closed her eyes and bit her lip. It took all her energy not to remind him that he had promised to get off work early today and hang out with her.
“…You could come by after work,” she said, slowly, deliberately trying to sound as neutral as possible.
“Okay, thanks. I’ll see you later. Bye.”
Matsumoto Jun hung up before Mao could reply.
“…bye.” Mao whispered to the empty receiver. She clicked her phone shut her gaze still locked out the door to the balcony and to the rain washed pavement that reflected the heavy gray of the sky. Mao loved rainy days. But even the soft pitter-patter of the raindrops landing on the roof of her apartment was not enough to deter her disappointment.
Mao shuffled casually to the kitchen, determined to convince herself that she was just looking out the balcony earlier to admire the hues of her favorite color. She was not, of course, waiting to see a taxi to pull up and Jun to hop out with his jacket over his head to deflect the rain he personally thought was annoying.
Ridiculous.
They weren’t even together.
But even as Mao thought this her eyes strayed to the bowls, the spatulas, and the measuring cups and spoons still layered with chocolate residue in the sink of her kitchen. Her apartment still smelled heavily of chocolate cupcakes she made from scratch- it was her specialty. Then again, it only became her specialty when Jun praised her baking abilities during Hana Yori Dango Returns shooting. Abe Tsuyoshi, Matsuda Shota, Oguri Shun, and the rest of the HYD cast had done so too but Mao explicitly remembered her being the most thrilled when Jun told her she should make a batch for him to take home one day.
Which she had done.
The very next day.
Mao had refused to believe then that she had been falling for her costar since they started filming season two, but she knew she was. This fact was only confirmed when New Years 2008 rolled around and she sent a mass text message to her friends with the usual fireworks, melody signs, and heart ensemble wishing them a new year… only to find herself deleting Jun off her list of New Years text greetings because she didn’t want him to think she was trying to be cute. Mao ended up calling him instead that day.
Mao brushed her hair over a shoulder and decided to wash the dishes at least since she didn’t have anything better to do. Her thoughts continued to stray towards Jun.
‘Will he ever look at me more than just Mao-chan?’ thought Mao dubiously. Probably not. Mao was painfully shy, and she’s seen the women Jun was surrounded by-outgoing, cute, sexy, bubbly model types. Mao was cute, but in a childish way. She knew she was certainly not sexy, especially compared to the girls Jun sometimes models with. And Jun had explicitly said she had gotten darker, more gloomy, not bubbly like most girls in the entertainment industry. She sighed heavily. The only reason why she had gotten gloomier was because she knew she didn’t stand a chance.
What’s more was how irritatingly confusing Jun was.
Jun had admitted to her in half-drunk slur when they went drinking one night with a group of friends that he really, really enjoyed rehearsing kissing scenes with her. He told her it was nice because her lips were so receptive to his, so yielding, so soft. Mao remembered blushing at his rare compliment and before she could respond he silenced her with a finger as he had made a phone call, “Hoy, Naomi, are you busy? No? Come drinking with us…” Of course, Mao thought as Jun convinced his friend, he was just complimenting her skill as an actress. Nothing else. Just friends.
But for a few weeks afterwards Jun had avoided talking to her except for strict rehearsal and filming purposes. Clearly he was avoiding her. Mao had a strong suspicion it was due to the unexpected kissing confession while under the influence, but she was too embarrassed to ask herself. Eventually he warmed up to her again, probably under the impression she had forgotten the incident as she never brought it up, and they went on as usual.
She hated it. She hated her inability to fully express herself with the passion many girls who pined after Jun could. She hated how cool and reasonable she was on the outside when she was in such turmoil on the inside. It was especially bothersome when so many people melded acting and real life together and they just assumed since she kissed Jun on the set she could do it any time she pleased. Oh, how she wished.
Mao turned to glance at the cupcakes still on the table as she rinsed the remainder of the dishes. They were cooling now.
She finished rinsing the final dish and took a cloth to dry her hands with as she surveyed herself in the reflection of one of the baking pans she had just washed. Mao inwardly hoped she didn’t look too horrendous. Jun was always a little critical about her fashion choices and it was always a bit of an adventure trying to figure out what exactly she was going to wear when they hung out together. She never wanted to look too cute- God forbid Jun find out about Mao’s “little” crush on him and feel that she was dressing up for him, but at the same time, she didn’t want to outright insult Jun by dressing frumpy either. Mao donned a casual not too tight, not too loose green tank top with a pair of denim jeans. Her hair was up in a quick messy bun, and she wore an apron- similar to the one she wore for her maid outfit in HanaDan Returns- smudged with some chocolate fudgings from her cupcake baking earlier. It wasn’t a bad outfit… if she added a belt and a bracelet Jun might approve more, but would he consider that too dressy? She could play it off and say she was out shopping earlier and didn’t bother to change…
The buzz from the doorbell broke her out of her reverie. It must be her dog sitter returning Hug-chan for the day. Usually Shun or another close friend would take her absolutely adorable pet, but everyone was busy. She continued drying the remainder of her fingers before opening the door... and gasped.
Author's Note: It's nice being back to writing MaoJun again! Not a lot of fluff in this chapter because I need to set the background. And yes... this is my first chaptered MaoJun fic. I'm so excited (no, really, I am)! I'm planning to update once every week- quite possibly every Friday, so look out for that. This is going to be different (and difficult) for me because it'll all be from Mao's limited point of view... but we could all imagine what Jun is thinking anyway. Haha. ^_^ Reviews make authors happy!
~yoshi09