{019} All the love I have for thee
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rinoahyunaPick, Ohno/Nino
PG, 580 words
Ohmiya drabble collection, part 13
Available in AO3
He picked at his clothes, wondering where the other went; he didn’t think it would matter much, not when the room was still bathed in darkness and Ohno was knocked out cold on the bed, snoring.
But it did. Somehow, Nino could already feel it, buzzing through his fingertips.
Was that regret? Or something fiercer? Nino couldn’t quite pinpoint the direction of his emotions, not when he was still fairly buzzed and he could still feel the remnants of his orgasm slowing him down. He was sore in all the places that count but that only made everything seemed clearer, more real.
He and Ohno had sex.
He and Ohno had sex and Nino had absolutely loved every minute of it.
He couldn’t stay here.
He struggled to put his pants on, not caring whether he’d put his boxers on properly; he might have not, but that was the least of his concerns. He had to get out of here, and fast, at least before Ohno stirred and –
“N-Nino? W-What are you doing?” Ohno whined on the bed, slurring his words together and Nino’s stomach churned in answer.
I have to leave, he wanted to say, but somehow, his mouth didn’t seem like it wanted to cooperate. He was rooted on the spot, fingers hooked on his beltloops if only to prevent his pants from sliding down the floor and further embarrassing himself.
Ohno squinted at him through the semi-darkness, half of his face barely illuminated by the light streaming through his open window. Nino squinted back, heart in his throat, wondering what Ohno was thinking. He felt sick, knowing that one, tiny trace of regret he saw on Ohno’s face would be enough to make him flee but.
But there was none of it. Somehow, Ohno managed to shift on his back, then on his side, reaching around him to grab for the pillows. He took one and slid it under his head, not breaking their gazes.
“You’re getting dressed,” Ohno commented; Nino felt like blanching. “you’re leaving.” Ohno followed and Nino felt like crying.
“L-Leader –“
“You’re worried this will ruin us?” Ohno said, thoughtful and so honest it hurt. Nino’s insides clenched painfully at the sight of him.
What have they done?
Nino could barely shake his head, could barely admit the truth.
“This shouldn’t – we shouldn’t have done this,” he managed to say amidst all the emotional chaos he was dwelling at the moment. He needed to go. Now. As soon as possible.
“It’s – I shouldn’t –“
“Nino, please, you don’t have to –“
“I have to go,” he said instead, lowering his gaze to the ground. He managed to finally button his pants without tripping, chest heaving hard. He needed to go. He needed to go, now.
“If you’re worried about him, don’t,” Ohno said, and it was like a cold bucket of water to the head, enough to made him stop. “He left. We broke up weeks ago, and we just. We just haven’t the time to inform you guys about it.”
And this ought to make him feel better?, Nino wanted to ask, but instead, he snapped his mouth shut as he walked to the door. If he left something behind, god forbid, so be it. Ohno could either throw it out or returned it to him, whatever.
“See you tomorrow, Leader,” he said, as he walked to the door.
He didn’t dare look back or he’d end up regretting everything even more.
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Don't, Ohno/Nino
PG, 431 words
Ohmiya drabble collection, part 13
Available in AO3
Jun didn’t dare venture too close and Nino would have thanked him for it, he would have, but he couldn’t. He felt so broken he didn’t know how to fix himself, he’s drowning in misery and it hurt.
It hurt, and he didn’t know how to stop it.
“Did you tell him?”
Nino shook his head. His throat felt dry and his chest heavy; his tongue felt thick in his mouth and he could barely breathe through it.
If this was how it felt to have a broken heart, well, tough luck.
“How could I?” he managed to utter through the almost debilitating pain clouding his senses, an impossibility he’d managed though miraculously.
He wondered if it was possible, to die of a broken heart, because it sure felt like he was so close to it.
He might be exaggerating, though.
“It’s easy,” Jun said, tapping his knuckles twice; it was probably meant to be reassuring, but Nino couldn’t tell. He was busy trying not to break down into a sobbing mess again to even care. “just say you didn’t mean it and you were just being an asshole. Say you’re sorry and beg him to take you back.”
“I made him cry,” he pointed out.
“So?” Jun returned, unperturbed. “He obviously made you cry too.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” he grunted, pissed at the irony.
“You can’t live without him? You’re a jerk but sometimes you have a heart, too? What else?”
“I told him I don’t love him anymore,”
“Crap.”
Nino winced. It was obvious he did the ultimate bummer, he saw it in the way Jun look at him now.
“And, do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Not love him anymore?”
Nino let his head hang on the tabletop, shoulders shaking. “No,” he said, unable to quell the anger now directed at himself. He was stupid for letting his emotions get in the way, so damn stupid for lashing on the person who meant the world to him.
“He’s my life, and I don’t know why I keep on hurting him. I’m so stupid.”
It was quiet for a while that Nino wondered if Jun somehow ended up leaving, until a voice added itself on their conversation and a hand, warm and familiar, found its way to Nino’s shoulder, squeezing.
“Say that again, and to my face. Let me see you, show me you’re not lying this time.”
Nino raised his head and swore under his breath, before he found himself being hauled up to his feet and into Ohno’s arms, loving the way Ohno had easily caught him, fingers carding through his hair as he buried his face into the front of Ohno’s chest.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry –“
PG, 580 words
Ohmiya drabble collection, part 13
Available in AO3
He picked at his clothes, wondering where the other went; he didn’t think it would matter much, not when the room was still bathed in darkness and Ohno was knocked out cold on the bed, snoring.
But it did. Somehow, Nino could already feel it, buzzing through his fingertips.
Was that regret? Or something fiercer? Nino couldn’t quite pinpoint the direction of his emotions, not when he was still fairly buzzed and he could still feel the remnants of his orgasm slowing him down. He was sore in all the places that count but that only made everything seemed clearer, more real.
He and Ohno had sex.
He and Ohno had sex and Nino had absolutely loved every minute of it.
He couldn’t stay here.
He struggled to put his pants on, not caring whether he’d put his boxers on properly; he might have not, but that was the least of his concerns. He had to get out of here, and fast, at least before Ohno stirred and –
“N-Nino? W-What are you doing?” Ohno whined on the bed, slurring his words together and Nino’s stomach churned in answer.
I have to leave, he wanted to say, but somehow, his mouth didn’t seem like it wanted to cooperate. He was rooted on the spot, fingers hooked on his beltloops if only to prevent his pants from sliding down the floor and further embarrassing himself.
Ohno squinted at him through the semi-darkness, half of his face barely illuminated by the light streaming through his open window. Nino squinted back, heart in his throat, wondering what Ohno was thinking. He felt sick, knowing that one, tiny trace of regret he saw on Ohno’s face would be enough to make him flee but.
But there was none of it. Somehow, Ohno managed to shift on his back, then on his side, reaching around him to grab for the pillows. He took one and slid it under his head, not breaking their gazes.
“You’re getting dressed,” Ohno commented; Nino felt like blanching. “you’re leaving.” Ohno followed and Nino felt like crying.
“L-Leader –“
“You’re worried this will ruin us?” Ohno said, thoughtful and so honest it hurt. Nino’s insides clenched painfully at the sight of him.
What have they done?
Nino could barely shake his head, could barely admit the truth.
“This shouldn’t – we shouldn’t have done this,” he managed to say amidst all the emotional chaos he was dwelling at the moment. He needed to go. Now. As soon as possible.
“It’s – I shouldn’t –“
“Nino, please, you don’t have to –“
“I have to go,” he said instead, lowering his gaze to the ground. He managed to finally button his pants without tripping, chest heaving hard. He needed to go. He needed to go, now.
“If you’re worried about him, don’t,” Ohno said, and it was like a cold bucket of water to the head, enough to made him stop. “He left. We broke up weeks ago, and we just. We just haven’t the time to inform you guys about it.”
And this ought to make him feel better?, Nino wanted to ask, but instead, he snapped his mouth shut as he walked to the door. If he left something behind, god forbid, so be it. Ohno could either throw it out or returned it to him, whatever.
“See you tomorrow, Leader,” he said, as he walked to the door.
He didn’t dare look back or he’d end up regretting everything even more.
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Don't, Ohno/Nino
PG, 431 words
Ohmiya drabble collection, part 13
Available in AO3
Jun didn’t dare venture too close and Nino would have thanked him for it, he would have, but he couldn’t. He felt so broken he didn’t know how to fix himself, he’s drowning in misery and it hurt.
It hurt, and he didn’t know how to stop it.
“Did you tell him?”
Nino shook his head. His throat felt dry and his chest heavy; his tongue felt thick in his mouth and he could barely breathe through it.
If this was how it felt to have a broken heart, well, tough luck.
“How could I?” he managed to utter through the almost debilitating pain clouding his senses, an impossibility he’d managed though miraculously.
He wondered if it was possible, to die of a broken heart, because it sure felt like he was so close to it.
He might be exaggerating, though.
“It’s easy,” Jun said, tapping his knuckles twice; it was probably meant to be reassuring, but Nino couldn’t tell. He was busy trying not to break down into a sobbing mess again to even care. “just say you didn’t mean it and you were just being an asshole. Say you’re sorry and beg him to take you back.”
“I made him cry,” he pointed out.
“So?” Jun returned, unperturbed. “He obviously made you cry too.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” he grunted, pissed at the irony.
“You can’t live without him? You’re a jerk but sometimes you have a heart, too? What else?”
“I told him I don’t love him anymore,”
“Crap.”
Nino winced. It was obvious he did the ultimate bummer, he saw it in the way Jun look at him now.
“And, do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Not love him anymore?”
Nino let his head hang on the tabletop, shoulders shaking. “No,” he said, unable to quell the anger now directed at himself. He was stupid for letting his emotions get in the way, so damn stupid for lashing on the person who meant the world to him.
“He’s my life, and I don’t know why I keep on hurting him. I’m so stupid.”
It was quiet for a while that Nino wondered if Jun somehow ended up leaving, until a voice added itself on their conversation and a hand, warm and familiar, found its way to Nino’s shoulder, squeezing.
“Say that again, and to my face. Let me see you, show me you’re not lying this time.”
Nino raised his head and swore under his breath, before he found himself being hauled up to his feet and into Ohno’s arms, loving the way Ohno had easily caught him, fingers carding through his hair as he buried his face into the front of Ohno’s chest.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry –“
