Tomorrow Will Be Sunny
Tomorrow Will Be Sunny
Pairing: Matsumiya
Rating: G
Word Count: 425
Summary: The end on a rainy night.
A/N: A prompt from Rinalin, and dedicated to her. Thank you to
primroseshows for the beta. ♥
The sky was murky gray outside. It had rained all day, opaque and fierce, and Nino's hair was still wet from his dash from their work van to the apartment.
He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. Now he was glad for it; the dizziness made things seem farther away.
Of course Jun had to do something like this in person, Nino thought.
"So this is why you wanted to come home with me?" he asked, tired.
Jun's face told him everything, with all its lines and sadness: it had been a long time in coming. "You know why."
"Yeah," Nino said. He knew. He knew that Aiba and Sho and Ohno were the best at keeping secrets, but all the close calls, all the media focused around them made it hard, so hard to hide.
And each flash of the camera that almost told their story had made Jun pricklier than the last. Their time together had grown shorter. It was the first time in two months Jun had even set foot into Nino's apartment, and just as long since he'd last felt the soft, impatient heat of Jun's wandering mouth.
Jun stood awkwardly, hands in his pockets, face tilted down in apology. There was nothing to cry about, Nino reminded himself. There was a weight in his chest where no weight should be.
He sighed. "Go on home." There was nothing else to say, anyway. Nothing that 'I'm sorry' could fix, and if Jun said the words 'I still love you' Nino would have to accuse him of stealing lines from cheesy dramas. Jun still did, though. He could tell.
"I promised to make you dinner," Jun protested, looking at him full-on for the first time since coming in the door.
"I have ramen, I'll be fine. It was just an excuse to come over anyway, wasn't it? You have filming in eight hours after all." Nino smiled; he put none of his hurt into it, because Jun would have stayed if he did. "Arashi comes first. For me, too. Now go home, Jun-kun, or you'll have bags under your eyes tomorrow morning."
Jun was no fool. "All right," he said, reluctant but giving in. It was better this way, anyway, Nino thought as Jun walked out the door. A clean cut with nothing left to grow infected, no sweet words they would regret having said.
It was better, but that made it no less hard.
His knuckles were white when he closed the door.
Pairing: Matsumiya
Rating: G
Word Count: 425
Summary: The end on a rainy night.
A/N: A prompt from Rinalin, and dedicated to her. Thank you to
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The sky was murky gray outside. It had rained all day, opaque and fierce, and Nino's hair was still wet from his dash from their work van to the apartment.
He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. Now he was glad for it; the dizziness made things seem farther away.
Of course Jun had to do something like this in person, Nino thought.
"So this is why you wanted to come home with me?" he asked, tired.
Jun's face told him everything, with all its lines and sadness: it had been a long time in coming. "You know why."
"Yeah," Nino said. He knew. He knew that Aiba and Sho and Ohno were the best at keeping secrets, but all the close calls, all the media focused around them made it hard, so hard to hide.
And each flash of the camera that almost told their story had made Jun pricklier than the last. Their time together had grown shorter. It was the first time in two months Jun had even set foot into Nino's apartment, and just as long since he'd last felt the soft, impatient heat of Jun's wandering mouth.
Jun stood awkwardly, hands in his pockets, face tilted down in apology. There was nothing to cry about, Nino reminded himself. There was a weight in his chest where no weight should be.
He sighed. "Go on home." There was nothing else to say, anyway. Nothing that 'I'm sorry' could fix, and if Jun said the words 'I still love you' Nino would have to accuse him of stealing lines from cheesy dramas. Jun still did, though. He could tell.
"I promised to make you dinner," Jun protested, looking at him full-on for the first time since coming in the door.
"I have ramen, I'll be fine. It was just an excuse to come over anyway, wasn't it? You have filming in eight hours after all." Nino smiled; he put none of his hurt into it, because Jun would have stayed if he did. "Arashi comes first. For me, too. Now go home, Jun-kun, or you'll have bags under your eyes tomorrow morning."
Jun was no fool. "All right," he said, reluctant but giving in. It was better this way, anyway, Nino thought as Jun walked out the door. A clean cut with nothing left to grow infected, no sweet words they would regret having said.
It was better, but that made it no less hard.
His knuckles were white when he closed the door.
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YES. He is a gentleman, of course! ;A;
Jun's face told him everything, with all its lines and sadness: it had been a long time in coming. "You know why."
;A;;;;;
Jun stood awkwardly, hands in his pockets, face tilted down in apology. There was nothing to cry about, Nino reminded himself. There was a weight in his chest where no weight should be.
;A;;;;;;;;;;;;;
omfg this was the most useless comment ever. But needless to say, I love this and it's beautifully written without being too blunt or too sappy and it broke my heart.
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(Anonymous) 2009-06-08 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)It's so bitter-sweet! I love the feeling of inevitabilty, that they've been struggling for so long. And that Arashi comes first. I think Arashi will always come first.
*sniffs*
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I'm happy you enjoyed it! Means I did something right. ♥ Thanks for the prompt, babe. :D
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*dies and is dead*
;_____;
I think I'm in competition with
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This was a great story.
Jun stood awkwardly, hands in his pockets, face tilted down in apology. There was nothing to cry about, Nino reminded himself. There was a weight in his chest where no weight should be.
I really liked that part and Nink's non-drama attitude even when he's hurting so much.
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But thank you, I'm so happy you feel that way. :D I can't imagine the boys being drama queens about breaking up, man. So I'm glad it worked for you! (Nink? That is cute. ;o;)
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Me either, because Arashi is first. (And a typo, too. Even then, it kinda works because it gives this idea of... shortness. XD)
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Seriously, though, I love this, but of course at the same time it reduces me to a wibbling mess. I love that Arashi comes first but in the context of this fic it hurts at the same time, because I am always rooting for the romance.
It was better this way, anyway, Nino thought as Jun walked out the door. A clean cut with nothing left to grow infected, no sweet words they would regret having said. CRYING. ;o;
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It's a conundrum! Sometimes the things you want cancel each other out. :( Poor boys.
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(Randomly: I was under the impression that you had a DW account. Am I crazy? x.x)
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Still, don't quite understand the end of this fic :P
I hope to read them more XD