𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

(ix) when, not if

"we bought a bar"

"we bought a bar?"

"we.bought.a.bar"

you and osamu had been getting calls from your respective accountants the whole morning.

you were officially co-owners of a bar in mykonos. and purchase of a bar- especially in a foreign country- means a huge paper trail.

so now you had two options. hide the papers- bury them so no one ever finds out.

or

sell the bar and then do the same thing. although selling would also create a paper trail of its own so the cons outweighed the pros.

both of you had kept your specific co-owners private from them because you didn't want them to have a heart attack and pass away. it was a considerate move.

so now you were stuck with a restaurant-bar in the heart of mykonos town. you'd finally discovered the name of the place as it said on the deed.

star-crossed.

that's what it was called. the universe works in weird ways.

also, it was unhinged that you and osamu had a legally binding co-ownership but not a label on your increasingly complicated relationship.

and neither of you wanted to have that conversation either. absolutely nothing was established about your situationship except that it was a secret.

anyway, you woke up half naked in osamu miya's arms.

and he was pretty.

his eyes were grey and his hair were too. the ridges of his abs were well defined.

after a gruelling talk with each of your accountants, you'd fallen back asleep comfortably. in your little bubble.

he woke up first, but hadn't really woken you up. he found that he liked the feeling of you clinging to him.

you woke up to the sounds of keyboard keys clicking away steadily. your eyes went up to osamu's more focused ones. his attention was on the open laptop screen in front of him.

"miya", you mumbled, lifting up your head from his chest but he tensed up, bringing one hand to your hair to bring you back to him.

"wait", he requested, "it's work stuff. i can't have you looking"

it was a report that he'd been asked to oversee and the interim CEO had asked him to review the final copy immediately.

"okay, wake me up when you're done", you whispered, running your fingers along his abs.

osamu felt a pang of guilt at that. you so easily accepted his boundaries- as compared to him, who initially only wanted to break through yours for his personal gain.

but regardless of how he got into this situation, he found himself thinking about you all the time. it was annoying.

he clicked 'send' on his email ten minutes later and then woke you up. you whined a little and snuggled into him instead, mumbling something about 'five more minutes'.

and yet, osamu couldn't get himself to acknowledge what you made him feel. because if he said it out loud, suddenly it was all real.

-•-•-•-

you woke up once again to the sound of your alarm going off- an alarm that made you hop out of bed at once, walking over to the mirror-side cabinet.

"what's up?", he whispered, sitting up after you, "i thought you were asleep"