Elegant Artist (Fuuto x OC)

Relaxation

I sat on the couch in my room, scrolling through Instagram on my phone. Jackson was supposed to come over and we were supposed to practice the duet, but he was late. I sigh, looking up at the clock on my wall and decide to get a bath since he probably wasn't going to show.

I send him a text saying that we could just work on the piece later and he agrees, apologizing that he wasn't here. Turns out there was an accident on the highway and he was an hour away so it was best for him to not bother.

My phone rings, Ema was calling. "Hey," I say, answering it as I start the bath.

"Hey, how's it going? I'm surprised you even answered your phone"

"Dude, you're still practically family to me, I would never leave you hanging"

"Thanks. Anyway, I saw the interview, did that actually just happen? No matter how many times I watch it I still can't believe my eyes"

"... yeah, it happened alright"

"How was it?" She asks.

"Did you really just ask that?"

"Yeah! I know that you two were in love years ago, you were the best couple. There must've still been some feelings"

"Umm, yeah actually. There was something, but it didn't mean anything. It was just a blast to the past, that relationship is most likely finished"

"So you're over him?"

"It's been years. Yes, I miss him, but that's only normal, right?"

Someone calls out Ema's name in the background and she says she has to go, ending the call with a "goodbye, I'll call you later and we can talk more about your inner dispute".

I put my phone down - turning on my music - and get undressed, stepping into the steaming water. I relax, enjoying probably the only break I'd have in the next week at least. I sink further into the bath, closing my eyes. My phone starts ringing and I put it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Hey! You free?" Fuuto asks.

"Yeah, Jackson couldn't show"

"K, we're gonna catch up," he insists.

"Can it wait? Like an hour?"

"I'll be there in a couple minutes"

He hangs up and I sigh, dunking my head completely under the water. I come up, pushing my wet hair out of my face and step out of the tub, drying myself off. I slip on some underwear and a bathrobe that reaches the floor, having forgotten my clothes in my room. I ring out my hair and leave the bathroom. The elevator dings and Fuuto steps out and smiles when he sees me.

"You're so impatient," I tell him.

"Can you blame me?"

I raise an eyebrow at him as he joins me. He kisses my cheek and drags me towards the couch. I sit beside him, curling one leg up underneath myself. I watch him staring back at me, waiting for him to speak.

"What was so important that you had to come interrupt my me time?" I ask when he doesn't say anything.

"I wanted to see you," he says honestly. He tucks a piece of my loose wet hair behind my ear. "I want to talk about us"

"I don't think there is an us anymore. I regret leaving, yet I don't at the same time. You understand me?"

"Sort of"

"I missed you-miss you, but my career has flourished, I'm exactly where I dreamed of being"

"I missed you too and I still do. We can make this work, I promise"

"Don't promise, remember where that got us last time," I say.

"We promised that when you were famous we'd do a duet together, that promise is soon gonna be fulfilled. I promise that I'll be by your side no matter what, even if you end up moving to the other side of the world again"

"But-"

"The first time you left I felt miserable without you, but I still continued to root for you, even when you were working with that dick for a little while"

"My work with Jackson had nothing to do with us," I say, chuckling a little.

"Maybe not to you but I was jealous, that he'd take you from me," I shake my head, denying it. "I know that would've never happened but I still couldn't help but have that thought at the back of my mind"

"Even when I left I didn't have a thing for anyone but you. The spark and memory may have faded but I still thought only you would be the one for me"

He starts leaning closer to me, causing me to lean away from him. Eventually he was hovering over me, me laying on the couch. I was trying my best to keep my robe from falling, not wanting to flash him with my underwear.

"Why don't we continue where we left off"

"I'd like that,"  I whisper, pulling his face to mine.

He slowly starts moving one of his hands down my side, ending on my waist. Our lips move together, sparks flying - even more than when we first became a couple. Fuuto pulls away, his eyes drifting down my body. His lips meet mine again but they move down to my neck, then around to my chest and back up to my lips.

"I love you," he whispers when he pulls away, still keeping a close distance between us.

I look at him in shock. "Isn't this going a little fast?"

He smirks, the same smirk I've always loved. "We're just... continuing the movie we paused"

"Just like we haven't spent 4 years apart, not talking, not getting in contact?" I question.

"Exactly"