𝗕𝗶𝗴 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗳 𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 | 𝗧𝗪𝗢

Aquamarine Hoshino

Meeting And Greetings

Synopsis: (Requested) Past lovers Y/n and Aquamarine Hoshino reunite by fate of a romance movie the two are co-starring in. When Aqua recognises his past lover from his past life he realises that she doesn't recognise him. Slightly hurt by the revealation he realises that there might be a chance if he's lucky enough. 

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                    He feels reluctant to read, though is pressured into it. His eyes deviating from each line portrayed as if he was quickly reading the terms and conditions but in reality he was faking it like the good actor he was. His eyes were heavily glazed over in a thick lining of boredom, only to blink when his eyes snapped to the clock and back. Without much care or consideration to what he had just signed he hurls the staple pages to land in a tepee formation on the glass coffee table.

'Mr Hoshino Sir-' stumbles the man twice Aqua's age, 'It's a real pleasure having someone as famous as you in this movie. Especially as the big shot romantic interest, the target audience are practically banging on the gates to see you in this film. I'm glad we could make this dea-'

The hesitant man is cut off without the slightest interest in what gloating sentence the man was making, '-Who is my co-star?' An irritable Aqua spits out in disinterest,

'Hmm? Your co-star? Oh, Uh she's a new and upcoming star, Y/n... Y/n L/n.'

                     Your name is briefly mentioned from the other side of the wall, attention lapsed for a moment before your eyes continued to follow never-ending script lines of a two-hundred page script that will begin production in three months time. The rest of the conversation is short, not inaudible but nothing but muffles come from next door. It hasn't crossed your mind that it might be your co-star that you have to kiss on page 37.

                    There's a coffee table in front of you covered in miscellaneous decorations that matches the other vaguely distant coffee tables present within the corporate foyer. The one you had conveniently chosen is squished in a corner beside a walled office. The walls are thin for safety purposes of the actors though eavesdropping is quite hard to catch everything said. While your eyes do avert from the paper to try and catch a momentary sentence or two they snatch back hearing the shuffle of feet and the door 'click' as it's opened.

'So your Y/n L/n?' ticked off he stands in front of you, he studies the top of your head and body the only parts he can see as he looms over with annoyance prevalent in his words and expressions,

                    By elimination on a number of factors he considered the genders, age and appearances of everyone in the room and till you were the rightful answer. He can tell you're inexperienced. Any experienced actor would have shot back an insult like it was second nature just by hearing his tone, they wouldn't have bothered with the details and wouldn't have shot him a confused gaze like you did. Your head slowly turns to him, you watch his nose unscrunch his cheeks that were icy cold and begin to heat up and the cruel blush placed on his face and tips of his ears only got worse when you shot him a soft innocent smile.

                    He knows who you are but you don't know him. There's something about your eyes that makes him realize who you were and what you meant to him in his past life. Some part of him doubted it's you, but it's hard to forget a face so beautiful like yours. He can tell you don't remember him, you don't stare at him with the love you once had; your eyes are bare only filled with confusion and partial worry but slightly beyond there's a hesitation of familiarity that you can't put your finger on when you had met him before.

                    Aqua clears his throat and composes himself in a state of okayness. On one hand he's over the moon because he never thought he would able to glance upon your beauty unless it was in his dreams, but on the other hand you don't have the slightest clue who he was to you, almost as if you had forgotten him and maybe remembering him was because he's so famous.

'Your Aquamarine Hoshino, if i'm right?! It's a pleasure.' softly spoken, you stand up with your hand extended in front of you to shake his,

                    He's hesitant but does so. Your hand feels the exact same as it did when he used to hold your hand for hours on end. Ideal handshakes last two to three seconds, but it lingers. He forgets to let go until your grip begins to lessen slightly until you slowly pull your hand away. He does so only when he realizes how creepy his actions were portraying him to be.

'Pleasures. mine.' truncated words expel from his lips, it's as if his head isn't screwed on properly and looks towards the spare script to calm his nerves and childish behaviors,

                    You take note of where he's looking, eyes trail down to the script in your hand till you bring it up to chest level between you two. You examine the sparse cover for a moment before realizing there were a few lines you wanted to go through with him during your first encounter with him. You flip through the pages. Your fingers dance against the paper reading lines before you stop and stare at him. The whole time he had been studying your face staring at all the small perfections he uses to caress and love.

'My ride doesn't come for a while... if you're not rushing anywhere do you want to go over our lines we have together?' you ask him softly, unsure how he'd react,

                    He nods his head and swiftly takes a seat on the couch, followed by you whose leg brushes him as you cradle the script between both of you so you both could see. His face is red. He scrambles to gain control over his pathetic emotions, his voice loosely squeaks in nerves until he settles as if things were like the past again though he knows it's too good to be true and it won't last for much longer.

                    His gaze is casted over you during your turn reading the script. During the entirety of the long paragraph stated by you he's in awe, unable to tear his eyes away. As instructed by the script your head turns and eyes move back and forth from the script and his face. He jumps at the moment and catches you off guard. He acts impulsively almost as if it was second nature; it's a hastily kiss. One where his hand slides against your cheek and pushes strands of hair behind your ear. He can feel your shock as you don't reciprocate as he pulls away.

                    He bites his lip awaiting for an expectation of an outburst of disgust by you but your cheeks are flustered. Fingers flicking through the pages till you stop and catch his gaze once again.

'Hoshino- we don't kiss until like page eleven?' you mumble, touching your lip softly almost as if you didn't believe it had just happened,

'-IMPROvisation...' he stutters out in which you dumbly agree,

                     You're so eager to be within his presence, with him as your co-star you knew you would learn a lot in a short matter of time. You hold him upon a pedestal, his experience with everything makes you practically a fangirl of his. He stares at your eyes filled with admiration for him, your entire eye is filled with the reflection of himself between twinkles in your eyes.

Your lips part as if to speak yet are cut off by a receptionist calling your name, 'Miss Y/n, your ride out front.'

                       You depart after thanking him and a small comfortable goodbye. He sits in silence fixated on the feeling as if something was out of place. His eyes firmly staring upon his hands before a glimmer catches his eye. It's the pink bow that had once sat tied within your hair and sits curled upon the carpeted floor. He knows it's yours because there were no other women within the foyer at the time and for your initial hand embroidered into it. Aqua knows you must have more, though he takes it just in case. It slips within his pants pocket as he returns back towards his agent. As if he hadn't been blushing in the presence of a girl, his face turns displeased by the presence of anyone else but you. He'll return it to you the next time he sees you, he promises. He's counting down the days till he sees your pretty face once again.