One Glance
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa/Horikita Maki
Fandom: – (RL)
Genre: Slight angst
Rating: PG
Summary: She thinks she sees him staring right her, but it must be the heat, right?
A/N: Written at around, what, 3 am?
Maki tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, though it wasn’t all that tough to blend into the crowd. Never mind that she was a rising star in the entertainment world, the screaming fangirls were too mesmerized by the boys in the middle of the stage.
Speaking of which…
“YAMAPIIII!!! YAMAPPIII!!!”
Oh my. He was so sexy. Unconsciously her tongue touched her lips, and her heart started beating at an alarming rate.
“YAMAPIII!!! AAAAAAHH!!”
She always knew he was gorgeous of course. But here, at his concert with NewS, singing solo, and dancing so…seductively…she was absolutely blown away.
The screams grew louder and louder, reaching an almost feverish pitch. Maki herself found her body heating up, and just when she felt like she couldn’t take anymore Yamapi decided it was a great time to…
“OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!”
…Rip off his shirt.
She almost lost balance for a split second, before scolding herself mentally that she should have known better, and willing herself to cling on to any semblance of calm she had in her. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was a bad idea after all. She had been so caught up with the thought of getting to see Pi again, but now it seemed childish. He would never notice her in the booming crowd, and to top that off, she was making an absolute fool of herself, getting so aroused over a mere performance. It was so unlike her.
She threw one last glance at the stage before pushing her way through the people. She made a good choice alright. She was beginning to hallucinate that Pi was staring straight at her. Must have been the lack of oxygen in the place.
—–
“Hey Pi, you alright?” Koyama asked, slapping his groupmate on the back.
“Huh? Uh, yeah…fine. Yeah.” Distractedly, he pulled his t-shirt on.
He must’ve dreamt it. He must’ve dreamt it. It wouldn”t be surprising, since she had been on his mind a lot recently. Well, technically he had been unable to put her out of her mind since filming for Kurosagi wrapped up. At first he thought he was suffering from some weird withdrawal syptom, then he figured that what he was feeling was just protectiveness to one he’d come to love as a…sister?
But if it was a dream, it sure was a good one. The image of Maki standing among a blur of faces, as poised as ever, and the look in her eyes…As if she couldn’t possibly move her gaze anywhere else. As if, she wanted him.
Groaning, he buried his face in his towel.
