Make You Mine

MAKE YOU MINE

An Arashi fanfiction by jade_lil

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Mao found herself standing in front of an unfamiliar door, letting her eyes wander around the equally unfamiliar place as she tugged at the huge hat she chose to wear today (a gift from Matsujun) which she had matched with an equally huge sunglasses that almost covered half of her face. She wasn’t really sure what she’s doing here, or maybe she did, she just didn’t want to admit it out loud (not even to herself) because, well –

It’s embarrassing.

It had been over three weeks since the most unforgettable night of her life happened, three weeks since she and Ohno Satoshi had had the most amazing, mind-blowing sex and Mao found herself thinking about him for the past week to the point where she couldn’t concentrate well at her job because she kept imagining his hands, his hips, his mouth, oh god his mouth on her, skimming her skin like he did that night, that the fact seemed almost ridiculous.

Ridiculous because it was not like her to want something – someone – and actually want the same thing after already getting it; it was never in her nature to go for complicated things, most especially since wanting this particular person would only mean complication on both sides, not to mention the implication it might bring to both of their careers if anyone was to find out they had actually stepped over the line of professionalism and slept together despite the fact that they were not even dating.

And the fact that she’s here, standing just outside the door of Ohno Satoshi’s apartment, her right hand currently caught in mid-air and contemplating between pressing the doorbell as quickly as her fingers would allow her and running off before anyone realized that this girl indeed, was Inoue Mao, standing outside of Ohno Satoshi’s apartment and looking like an avid fangirl in disguise. Pathetic.

She could already imagine the shock of seeing her face and Ohno’s in the next day’s tabloid, and unless she’s quick in deciding whether it was a good thing coming here now, or better yet turn around before anyone even –

“Oh.” The door opened abruptly, and Mao was immediately stepping back, stunned, hunching onto herself and unable to say anything as she stared at the hunched form of Ohno Satoshi, looking confused and surprised as he stared her up and down. “Can I help you?” he asked, and Mao nearly grimaced at the fact that Ohno didn’t recognize her at all.

She swallowed hard, feeling like she had turned a few centimeters shorter with the way Ohno’s currently hovering over her, checking her out like he couldn’t decide whether to just ask her again. She was still mostly hunched onto herself when she looked up, taking the sight of him in and realizing belatedly that he’s got a towel thrown over his shoulder and he was without a shirt, his hair was still damp and flattened in one side and he was clearly just got out from the shower (but was still a looker despite of that, shut up, Mao!).

“Hmm,”

“R-Riida,” Mao said his name like she was afraid of saying it, looking down and taking her sunglasses off at the same time before looking back up in time to see his face broke into one of the most adorable smile she had ever seen on him, like he was glad to see her despite the fact that he really shouldn’t, because seriously, even she was feeling the awkwardness settling deep in her stomach that she’s afraid she might end up throwing up in his face. “I… I’m sorry for coming here unannounced, b-but I j-just, well –“

“Mao-chan,” he said in that tone that sounded mostly amazed and surprised, before Mao found herself being tugged forward by curling his fingers around her wrist. She squeaked, shocked at the suddenness but equally glad that Ohno didn’t look like he’d prioritized knowing the reason why she was standing outside his door looking like a freaking stalker and just quickly letting her in without another word.