Summary: She really hated the guy, his stupid smirk, and flirty attitude was an annoyance at work. Outside of work though, matters were different.
I had to use this gif. Look at his fingers!1! I was listening to Easy Love by SF9 on repeat and as a result, I think this turned out more angsty than I originally intended. I’m not sorry.
He walked out on the pool deck to find her lying down on a chair.
“You seem to be having fun, enjoying the sun are we?” He came and stood in front of her blocking the sun from her view.
“It’s unsettling, I don’t remember the last time I had this much free time. I’m having a phantom sense of urgency.” She didn’t need to open her eyes, scoffing at her own ridiculous confession.
“I think if we look enough we’ll find a support group for workaholics for you.” He grinned and her only response was a hum.
“Aren’t you going to swim if you’re by the pool?” He sat down at the edge of her feet, she pushed down her sunglasses and raised her head to look at him for a second before sighing.
“I didn’t get a swimsuit, I have to go buy one.” She confessed before lying back down, missing the spark in Yuta’s eyes at her words.
“Let’s go.” His eager voice made her roll her eyes, “I’ll even buy it for you if you let me pick it.” She held back a laugh at his excited tone.
“I can buy my own overpriced scanty clothing thank you very much.” She sat up straight, “Didn’t you come here to swim?” She pointed at the pool towel in this hand. He looked at where she pointed and looked back up with his signature suggestive smirk.
“Yeah, but going bikini shopping with you sounds so much better.” She rolled her eyes again.
“Fine let’s go. But you have to behave.” She warned, getting up and he followed close behind.
“Want to do it in a changing room? It’ll be fun.” He suggested.
“That’s not behaving.” She sighed.
She sat at the restaurant, waiting for Yuta to show up. She didn’t blame him for talking a work call but she was getting excessively bored. This was definitely not the first time she was alone at a restaurant, but it was obvious that she was getting used to his presence a little too much because of this trip. She slumped down a little more and extended her hand towards her wine glass.
“I couldn’t help noticing that you were all by yourself.” She turned at the sudden voice that intruded her thoughts. The stranger seemed to have his lines prepared.
“Do you mind if I join you?” Before she could even respond he had already taken a seat opposite her. She stared at the man perplexed.
“I’m waiting for someone.” She tried to keep her voice polite but clipped. He didn’t seemed phased, only smiling at her brighter.
“That’s okay, let me just give you company till they arrive. I thought you looked rather crestfallen all alone.” She raised her brows, more amused than anything else by his forwardness.
“What are you drinking?” He asked almost immediately, not allowing time for any responses.
“It’s a Bordeaux.” She said with a bored voice.
“Oh? What type of grape is that?” She realised he was trying to sound like he knew what he was talking about.
“It’s a blend.” A voice interrupted. She snapped her head back.
“Bordeaux is a blend of different types of grapes. Something like merlot is a single variety.” He looked between the both of them, she saw the way his jaw was clenched when she looked at her. He turned to the man and smiled.
“Yuta Nakamoto. Nice to meet you.” He extended his arm naturally. They guy got up and shook his hand. She stared in disbelief when he sat back down.
“You must be the someone she was waiting for.” He said and yuta looked at her with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. She moved in, wondering if he was just waiting for some place to sit. He didn’t seem to be making any effort to do so.
“So what are you both..” He looked between both of them, trying to weigh the situation.
“Colleagues.” She responded quickly, more out of habit than anything else. This wasn’t the first time people questioned the nature of their relationship and by now she was used to it, ready with a response. What she didn’t expect was Yuta’s response, that was different.
“Right. I should go, leave you two alone.” She furrowed her brows at his words.
“No, that’s ridiculous. I’m the one intruding.” The man said, still somehow seated.
“No. I have to call my brother.” His smile seemed forced when he left in a hurry.
“Well I guess it’s just us.” She was still trying to understand what happened when the man spoke.
“I have to go. It was nice meeting you.” She said quickly, rushing out of the restaurant.
She was practically limping in her heels by the time the elevator reached the floor their room was on. How he managed to disappear in the mere minutes it took her to follow him was a mystery, but she hoped he was in the room.
When she entered the room he was sitting on the bed, still in the suit he had put the effort of wearing. When he sat like that with such a cold expression, she realised that he looked like a statue. A relic frozen in time to be admired from afar, but prohibited to touch.
“What’s wrong?” Her voice was hesitant. He hadn’t even acknowledged her presence.
“Nothing. I’m just tired, I want to go to bed.” He was avoiding eye contact when he stood up and slipped out of his jacket.
“You don’t have a brother.” She said, her voice sounding her growing confusion. He finally turned around and faced her, eyes full of so much hurt that she took a step back.
“Well you wouldn’t know. I’m just your Colleague.” Her features softened at his wounded words.
“Yuta..” Her voice trailed off. But the confusion still deeply engraved in her eyes enraged Yuta enough to throw his jacket across the room. A small glass object inside a pocket shattering on impact and she gasped, hand going to cover her mouth.
“I don’t understand why you’re so mad about something so stupid.” She stared wide-eyed at him.
“You never understand!” His sudden loud voice made her jump, “You’re the most intelligent person I know and yet you never seem to understand.” He lowered his voice a little.
“Are you jealous of some stranger who just came and sat at our table?” She laughed herself at the ridiculous thought, it had to be something else.
“Of course I am!” He turned to her with eyes that desperately yearned for her to see.
“I hate that I can’t tell people like him to just back the fuck off. To stay away from something that is not theirs.” His hands shook from anger and panic from his unplanned confession.
“I am not yours.” She was breathing deeply trying hard to keep calm.
“You are always going on dates, telling me about your recent escapades. How are you even in the position to say these things.” She didn’t understand what she was feeling suddenly. Where was this jealousy coming from?
“Then tell me to stop.” His simple solution stopped her mid breath. There was a silence filled with possibilities and hope.
“Tell me you hate it. Tell me you want me to be just yours!” He raised his voice again, but his cry was filled with a frenzied plead. She still stood in silence, staring at him. Watching him strip himself vulnerable to her. He turned away from her, overwhelmed and still surprised at the words spilling out of his own lips. He laughed at the situation.
“How does it matter! Why do you want me to?” She was screaming now, she realised in a small corner of her mind that this wasn’t something she expected her to do. He turned back to her in disbelief, How could she be so adamant?
“Because I love you!” Both of them were equally shocked, stunned into silence. He was the last person she expected to say those words and he never expected he’d actually tell her his closest guarded secret.
“That’s why it matters. That’s why I need you to tell me. Tell me that you want me please. Or just cast me down now. I can’t do this anymore, I’m human. I won’t hate you, I won’t blame you. Just tear the hope I dared to nurture before it ruins me.” A tear slipped out of his eye. She was too shocked to form words.
“Do it!” He said more forcefully.
All she could think of was to kiss him, it’s all her mind allowed. It’s all she wanted in the moment and that’s what she did. He was shocked at first, having prepared himself for pain, braced himself to suffer his heart being torn out and devoured by the only person who had the power to. Instead he cradled her chin, wiping the tears on her face with his thumb, he realised that he didn’t want to see her cry, especially when he was the reason.
They were lying in bed staring at the ceiling in silence, exhausted from emotions and weary from screaming their hearts out. Still in the clothes they went out in.
“We’re so different,” She whispered, partly from how raw her throat was and partly in an attempt to not break apart. “Being together, making it work will take a lot of effort.” Even with her cautious words, her heart was fluttering at the possibilities. Yuta smiled at the thought, the word together ringing in his head over and over.
“It’s a huge risk.” She turned towards him meaningfully. He smiled brighter and turned to her completely, pushing her hair back with affection etched on his features.
“The best thing usually are.” He came closer and kissed away another escaping tear.
“What broke in your jacket?” She broke the blissful silence when a memory resurfaced. He shyly bit his bottom lip but beamed soon after.
“It was a small bottle of wine. There was a sommelier at the bar who was helping me understand wine.” Warmth spread in her chest from the gesture. She didn’t resist the urge to kiss him.
Suddenly she gasped into his mouth pulling away like she was burned and jumping off the bed. He raised his head confused.
“That’s not how you usually expect someone you love to react when you kiss them.” His smirk was teasing.
“No you idiot. Your jacket! The wine stain will never come off.” She said urgently picking up the jacket and brushing it with sympathy, “It’s a custom Tom Ford.” She whined.
Yuta lay back down full of disbelief, smiling still. This was the women he was in love with.