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badlywrittenfilms · 5 years

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final destination; lmh

summary; being a stewardess has its' pros and one of it is falling for the pilot, lee minho.

genre; fluff

word count; 2.7K

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[1]

Working as a stewardess has its pros. You are basically hired to travel around the world, but at the same time it meant that you can seldom visit your parents since you’re always in the air. Being a stewardess also meant that you had to deal with different types of people on a daily basis, some are nice and some are just down right unpleasant.

You loved your crew dearly, after-all they’re the ones you spend the most time with, they are just a bunch of eager to please people; with Yeji being the quirky one, Seungmin the savage one, Felix the one that never seems to run out of energy and the pilots, Minho being the main pilot and Hyunjin being the co-pilot while you’re known as the ‘chaotic neutral’. All of you are tight, with Felix and Seungmin always at each other’s neck, Yeji and Hyunjin being lovely-dovely but refusing to accept the fact that they’re in love with each other and then there’s you and Minho; the single ones.

Your relationship with Minho is a weird one, one second you both would be showering each other with love and affection, and the next thing you know, you would both be silently cursing each other.

Now, you’re dragging your suitcase behind you heading to the plane to meet your fellow crew members.

Today, you guys will be flying on a Boeing-757 to Germany, with 250 passengers on board, the number of passengers is not the most you’ve dealt with so you are slightly relieved to have a shift with slightly less passengers, plus majority of them are businessman and businesswoman. Silently thanking the gods that there won’t be any rowdy kids on board, you put on what you call a ‘professional smile’ and head down the aisle asking if any service is needed.

Whilst walking down the else, there are a few perverted old businessmen looking at you like you’re a pray, of course it made you uncomfortable, you aren’t some prostitute for the love of god. Clenching your jaw, you forced a smile at them asking if any of your services are needed.

Thankfully for you, all that was put to an end when you heard Minho’s voice over the intercom;

“Thank you for flying with us, this is your pilot, Captain Minho speaking. We hope you have a pleasant trip in Berlin, Germany.”

You let out a sigh of relief and headed to the exit of the airplane near the cockpit, smiling at passengers, wishing them to have a nice trip ahead as well as thanking them.

As soon as the last passenger left your sight, you let out a groan of frustration which earned you a chuckle from Yeji. She patted your back,

“Horny passengers again?”

You nodded vigorously and started ranting to Yeji about how disgusting their stares were and how disgusted you felt topped with over-exaggerated hand movements. You heard a giggle behind you, turning around you saw Minho, now with his hat in hand, 4-striped blazer draped over his shoulders. Minho then gave you a smile to which you returned.

“(Name), do you want to go grab supper? I am feeling a little hungry.” Minho asked, putting his hand on his tummy.

You smiled, and nodded. Earning snickers and whispers from the rest of the crew.

“Ey our captain Minho getting it tonight.” Felix teased, earning a slap on the back of the head by Minho.

That caused all of you to erupt into fits of laughter, with Felix holding his head while pouting.

[2]

After the meal with Minho, you guys settled into your respective hotels. Your next flight isn’t until three days later so you had some time to explore Berlin all you want; you were still contemplating whether or not to explore this beautiful city or stay in your hotel room to catch up on the sleep you lost. Just then, you received a text from Minho, it read,

“Hey, do you want to explore Berlin with me? Get some good food, take some photos and treat this as a hard-earned vacation.”

That brought a smile to your face, recently, things have been weird with you. Whenever you interact with Minho, you felt smiley, there’s this unfamiliar feeling that you’ve never felt before with Minho. You convinced yourself that it’s just the jetlag, nothing big, not fully wanting to succumb to the fact that you are falling in love with Minho.

Replying Minho with a simple, “Sure, we'll meet at the lobby?”. He then replied almost instantly with an 'Okay'.

When you arrived at the lobby, you saw Minho wearing his ugly sweater that you got for him for Christmas last year overlapping his black hoodie and a long coat that made him look like a typical K-drama male lead. Walking towards him with gentle steps, you tapped on his shoulders. He turned around, looking slightly offended but his expressions immediately soften upon the sight of you.

Giving you a smile, he held his hands out for you to hold them.

“So that I don’t lose you in the streets of Berlin.” Minho explained.

Obligating, you held his hands and with that, the both of you walked out of the hotel and into the busy streets of Berlin. Dragging Minho to all the different shops that caught your eye, at that moment, you looked like a little kid to him; he was lost in his thought until he felt a tug on his sweater,

“Hey Minho, I am going to build a bear to well, obviously, build a bear. Do you want to build one too?”

He ruffled your hair and nodded. Your eyes lit up and once again dragged Minho towards the direction of the outlet of build a bear, rushing up to a staff member and start customising your own bear. Minho too, started his own.

After a while, you both walked out of the shop with your bears in hand; heading to somewhere secluded you found on google hoping to catch a glimpse of the sunset. Settling down on one of the benches, you tapped random beats on the ground with your feet, staring into the sky that's painted in hues of golden, orange and yellow whilst a gentle breeze blew on your face causing your hair to flow along with it.

The golden light from the sun shining on your face made it impossible for Minho to take his eyes off of you, you looked so beautiful; he is resisting the urge to just hold you close to him and shower you with his love. He knew he fell in love with you since the day you joined the crew as an inexperienced stewardess and now, you’re one of the most experienced stewardesses in the crew, he always thought that your existence and addition to the crew was a blessing. That feeling amplified in that momentum, he felt so lucky to just have you by his side even when you’re not remotely doing anything significant.

“Woah, Minho! Look at the sunset! It’s so beautiful” You rambled on, sounding like a kid at the zoo.

‘You’re more beautiful, though.’ Minho thought in his head.

Eventually, time has passed, you both have to head back to the hotel before the last bus leaves. Sadly, you stared at the beautiful silhouette of buildings passing by you, you used your eyes to capture this beautiful view, and that includes Minho.

[3]

Time flew and the three days you had free in Berlin were gone. Back to the normal hustle and bustle, dealing with horny businessman and rowdy kids. The only thing that changed was the relationship between you and Minho, the both of you are getting daring, and more affectionate with each other, Yeji would always whisper-shout “love is in the air” whenever she sees Minho and you interacting.

Minho and you has always been like a couple, but not quite. Sometimes he would have a sleepover at your apartment and vice-versa, it has come to the point that Minho has some of his clothes in your closet and you too, have some of your clothes in his. If a stranger were to look at you both, they’re no doubt going to assume that you both are a couple, a long-term couple at that. This situation frustrated your fellow crew-mates a little, they’re tired of the both of you sneaking smiles and stares at each other, they just want the both of you to officially date.

Today your crew-members has decided on going for a ‘crew dinner’ to celebrate flying to 5 countries in the span of a month. As one of the oldest in the crew, you offered to pay for the dinner to which Minho interfered and offered to pay for half of it since you are both the same age and he claimed that it would be unfair for you. Hearing the news that you would be paying, one of the youngest amongst your crew, Felix cheered in happiness, pulling you and Minho into a passive aggressive hug.

The dinner was really fun. You witnessed more of Felix and Hyunjin's crazy side, and how Seungmin looks like he done with Felix while Yeji is just busy recording the mess and uploading them onto her Snapchat. You stared at them, silently wishing you had the energy they had.

Minho looked at you, chuckling to himself which in return, gained your attention.

"What are you laughing at?" you asked.

"You're looking at them as though they're aliens." Minho responded, holding his laughter.

You sighed and replied, "Well, how are they this energetic? I feel like my legs are going to break if I do those fortnite dances like Felix."

Minho finally erupted into a fit of laughter that sounded like heaven. You smiled unknowingly to yourself, turning your attention back to Felix's antics. Soon, your eyes started to get heavy, despite all the mess and noise around you, you started to doze off and eventually your head landed on Minho's shoulder which startled Minho a little but when he looked down at you, his heart beat starts to speed up.

Silently hoping you can't feel his increasing heartbeat, he carried you bridal style, told the rest of the crew that he is leaving and that he already paid for the bill. Heading towards his car, he placed you gently on the shotgun seat, claimed a hoodie of his from the backseat and drapped it over you and proceeded to put on the seatbelt for you. He smiled a little, brushing off a strand of stray hair off your face and closed the door as gently as he could.

The ride to Minho's home wasn't long, when he arrived, he parked his car in the garage and carried you into his guest room, or well, your room since Minho specifically decorated this room for you ever since the first time you had a sleepover at his house.

He went to the bathroom and took the make-up remover to help you remove your make-up and afterwards, he tucked you in bed, pulling the silk blanket over you; at that very instant, the urge of kissing your cheeks and cuddling you close came back. He gently placed a kiss on your forehead, he went back to his room, hands on his chest trying to calm down his heart.

[4]

Soon the sun rose, you woke up with the bright light from the sun illuminating the room. Sitting up on the bed, you realized that you aren't in your own home, you sat up straight immediately. Minho walked in, surprised that you're already awake.

"Good morning angel." Minho greeted, smiling a little too dazzling for a morning.

Your hands instinctively went to your hair, trying to pat down the bed hair you're known to have. You looked back up and see Minho staring at you, seemingly in love.

"Good morning to you too, handsome."

Minho walked towards you, ruffled your hair, and whispered,

"Go wash up, I have your clothes you left last time in the bathroom ready. I'll be waiting downstairs, I prepared breakfast."

When Minho walked out the room, you shoved your head in the pillow and screamed into it. God you really were in love with him, you were trying so hard to ignore all the heart beating but you can't now, it's a fact and you can't avoid something factual for long.

Wanting to wake yourself up, you head to the bathroom, splashing water on yourself, you stared at your reflection. Thoughts start to run wild in your head, ranging from positive thoughts like "What if he likes me too?" to negative ones like, "What if he secretly hates me?". You are positive that the more you think about these, the crazier it drives you; shaking this off, you forged a smile and walked towards the dining room where Minho was waiting for you with soup and rice alongside with some side dishes on the table.

"I made a simple meal, hope you don't mind." Minho broke the silence, flashing you his toothy smile.

"Of course not! I eat instant noodles or toast for breakfast everyday so this is very much a feast. Thank you so much, Minmin!" You spoke, staring Minho straight in the eyes.

Minho felt heat rush towards his cheeks, tainting it a dusty pink in the process. That's the effect you have on him, every little thing you do drives him insane; one day, he is probably going to just slap you on the lips with his.

Waving your hands in front of Minho, you tried to catch his attention, but no avail. You lightly pinch his cheek and that worked. You smiled at Minho and asked,

"What are you thinking about?"

He shook his head and gestured for you both to start eating.

[5]

It's been roughly about two days since you last saw Minho and your crew, but that is about to end because you're on the cab, on your way to the airport to fly once again.

This time around, Minho would be flying the Boeing 737 MAX 10, with roughly about 200 passengers on board. Luckily for you, there aren't any horny businessman in the Business or First-class cabin you were assigned to, just normal civilised people hoping to get a comfortable rest on this long flight from Incheon Airport to Los Angeles International Airport which will be taking around an estimated 12 Hours and 30 Minutes.

Time eventually passed by, you knew you are allowed you take breather when you heard,

"This is Captain Minho speaking, ladies and gentleman we have arrived at Las Angeles International Airport, it is local time 02:00AM. We hope you enjoyed the flight and we hope you fly with us again."

Soon, passengers start leaving one by one. You felt a sense of relief when the final passenger walked out the cabin with her child in toll. You fell on one of the seats and start stretching, removing your shoes, and rubbing your sore heels. Yeji followed suit, seated next to you, rubbing her sore feet and neck. The both of you looked like you are in immense pain, which was partly true, but you knew that the pain you experienced now cannot be compared to childbirth.

Minho walked out of the cockpit, and he immediately walked towards you. When he saw you rubbing your feet, he kneeled down and started massaging your legs for you which earned a whistle from Yeji.

When Felix walked out of the toilet, he screamed like a schoolgirl.

"Oh my god, they're getting bolder. Can I get a waffle? Can I please get a waffle?"

Seungmin walked out from the upper level with Hyunjin and smacked Felix on the back of the head which earned a 'Hey!' from the very offended Felix.

"Silly Felix, they're obviously married. They look like an old married couple."

Minho looked up at you and giggled, turning towards the two now-bickering boys he said,

"I would ask her to be mine but I don't know if she wants to," he turned to you, "So, (Name), I met you on the plane, and I'm going to confess to you on the plane. I'd love to be your final destination, so will you be mine?"

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sophcaro · 7 years

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Destiny | WMatsui - Chapter 24

As the car was finally arriving at destination after a short drive from the police station, detective Inoue Kaori looked out the window from the passenger seat to observe the vast expanse of water on her left. Despite the pleasant warm and sunny weather, there were very few people currently taking a stroll in this area. Another time, the view would have caught her off guard, considering it was always well frequented, even more during the week-end. However, on this Saturday morning, a brutal crime had managed to scare off the inhabitants of Tokyo.

“It’s so lively here during the week-end,” A masculine voice prompted Kaori to tilt her head right, her eyes falling on the young driver with shoulder-length, black hair. Noting his fingers gripping tightly the steering wheel, she knew her partner was feeling as similarly disturbed by this unexpected crime. “Why would anyone commit a crime in such a place?”

“I have no idea, Daisuke-san,” Kaori admitted her helplessness, diverting her attention to the group of policemen gathered around the corpse near the water. “I actually also come here often on the week-end. I can’t believe such a beautiful place turned into a crime scene.”

Kaori tied her long, black straight hair in a neat ponytail before stepping out of the car, both detectives walking towards the group of officers standing by the river bank. On her way, Kaori noted a crowd of people observing the scene from afar, and pointing their phones at the group of officers in the obvious intent of taking a good, memorable picture. Well, their curiosity was legitimate, Kaori figured. After all, it wasn’t every day you saw a dead body at Shinobazuno pond.

“Detective Nishimura, detective Inoue,” One of the policemen stepped forward, and bowed in respect at their approach. “The body was found by a pedestrian. We haven’t moved or touched anything.”

Kaori looked down to the body, having a bad feeling about this when she noted the white plastic bag covering the victim’s head. At first, she believed the killer may have tried to dispose of the body by throwing him into the lake, but she knew her theory was incorrect when the victim – that she deduced had to be a young male in his late twenties - was completely dry from head to toe.

“He wasn’t killed here,” Kaori stated with assurance after studying carefully his clothes. Not only was the victim barefoot, he was wearing a white tee-shirt along with a pair of blue pajama shorts. “I think he was attacked in his sleep, then brought here by the killer.”

“Why would the killer bother to carry his body all the way here?” Detective Nishimura uttered in perplexity. “Why place it here, out in the open?”

“Maybe he wanted us to find the victim,” Kaori offered. “Everyone knows this place is crowded, especially on the week-end. He knew we would find the body quickly and very easily.”

“So this could have been… staged?” Detective Nishimura glanced down at the plastic bag closed around the victim’s neck with a string. “What do you think. Death by suffocation?”

Kaori kneeled by the victim’s side and observed attentively the region around the victim’s neck. When she had first seen the body, she had drawn the exact same conclusions as her partner, but after careful observation, she distinguished a neat cut a few millimeters wide and ten centimeters long just below the plastic bag.

“Can you see this?” she pointed at the blunt cut. “The killer slit his throat with great precision. He knew exactly what he was doing.”

Kaori looked up to the victim’s face again. Unfortunately, it was impossible to distinguish his features properly, considering it was completely covered in cuts and bruises. Were those marks provoked post-mortem? It was too early to say yet but one thing was for sure: the victim was in pretty bad shape. Considering there were no papers on him, Kaori hoped his DNA would give them some information about the victim’s identity.

Just as Kaori was about to stand up, her attention was suddenly caught by a brown mark on the inside of his left wrist. A small birthmark that resembled slightly the letter O, and strangely looked familiar. Too familiar.

“Heita-kun,” A sharp gasp escaped Kaori’s lips in horror.

“You know him?!” The male detective exclaimed in surprise. “His face is brutally marked. You could mistake him with someone else.”

“No, it’s him,” Kaori’s voice trembled. “His name is Suzuki Heita. I could recognize this particular birthmark everywhere.”

Vaguely, Kaori registered in the background her partner inquiring about the nature of her relationship with the victim but she was frozen in place, incapable of adding another single word. Right in front of her eyes, was laying someone she knew very well. Someone she had deeply cared about at one point of her life.

Suzuki Heita.

Heita wasn’t just her childhood friend; they had also both entered the police academy at the age of eighteen in the hope of fulfilling their long-time dream of becoming detectives. Unfortunately, things hadn’t gone as expected for Heita as, only four months after enrolling, a severe knee injury had forced him to leave the academy, incapable of continuing the demanding physical training.

This major setback had affected him terribly, and caused irreparable damage on his emotional and mental health. Their budding romantic relationship didn’t survive. Little by little, his depression drew them apart, and Kaori never heard about him ever again during all those years.

Until today.

Kaori tore her eyes away from the gruesome sight, not having the force nor the will to resist when her partner seized her gently by the waist to help her get up on her feet. The female detective had already seen a few dead bodies in her short career, but never had she been confronted with the death of someone she had cared so much about. When her partner kindly suggested to walk back to the car she didn’t protest, although not before taking one last peek at the large inscription on the white tee-shirt. Two red capital letters, that had been handwritten by the killer.

I K

Two letters that awfully sounded like her own initials.

Rena shivered in displeasure as the cold wind hit her face. She had just finished shooting an important scene of her new drama, the crucial moment when her character – a rising, female detective – discovered in complete shock the dead body of a past lover in the crowded area of Shinobazuno pond. The first body of a long series of crimes in Tokyo, the killer following each and single time the same modus operandi, all victims being strangely connected to the female detective’s own past...

The actress still had another scene to shoot at Shinobazuno pond before moving to the next shooting location – this time, an indoor scene at the police station - but was for now waiting patiently for the staff to get their equipment prepared. In the drama, the weather was supposed to be sunny and warm, but the reality was different. Yes, the sun was currently shining over her head, yet the weather was awfully windy and admittedly a little chilly this Friday morning of early June.

Oh no, it was not the moment to get sick. Without further ado, Rena seized the large, black coat resting behind her on the folding chair, and covered her shoulders with it.

“Are you alright, Rena-san?” A male, gentle voice suddenly sounded on her left, and inquired in concern.

Rena tilted her head towards the other actor sitting on the folding chair by her side, and smiled at him with gratitude. “I’m fine. Thank you, Yosuke-san.”

“I think I’m going to follow your example,” the twenty-seven years old actor wrapped himself up in his down, warm jacket. “At least, we’re lucky it hasn’t rained yet. The weather forecast for today didn’t sound so promising.”

Rena observed quietly her co-star who was trying to brush his hair back in place, a little amused when all these attempts proved much fruitless as the wind kept stubbornly on blowing his fringe across his eyes. “Maybe you should ask the hairdresser to help you with this.”

Yosuke laughed softly, finally conceding defeat when his hair refused to obey to his command and the wind didn’t prove to be his greatest ally. “I think it’s best. Maybe I shouldn’t have let my hair grow so much either.”

Both actors shared a knowing smile, Rena realizing once again how unbelievably fortunate she had been to be paired with him out of all possible choices of actors. The last time she had crossed path with Masada Yosuke was almost a year ago, when they both had worked on the critically acclaimed historical drama Destiny.

At first, she had been a little startled when her agent had informed her she would be sharing the screen alongside the actor again. There were so many young talented actors in Japan. What were the odds they would both have the chance to act together again, and moreover be offered the leading roles of this drama?

It had now been two weeks since the shooting had started in Tokyo, and more than a few times, she was reminded of why she had already enjoyed so much working with him on Destiny. Not only was he remarkably professional – always arriving in advance for his scenes and never forgetting his lines once the cameras were rolling – he was profoundly gifted and always succeeded in making each scene flow naturally. At every given opportunity, the staff and crew adored to praise their chemistry on screen. It didn’t surprise her in the least; she had already heard such compliments during the shooting of Destiny.

When the director sometimes invited them to review on the monitor a scene they had just finished shooting, she was forced to admit they weren’t lying. If there was one personality trait she and Yosuke shared in common, it was their hardworking nature. Constantly, they thrived to excel and were determined to miss nothing pass. They agreed on a great many things and, if something was not completely to their liking during a scene, they never hesitated to share with one another their concerns, and to discuss on the best way to improve it.

Supported and surrounded by an undoubtedly qualified staff and crew, Rena trusted her co-star completely, and wasn’t worried one instant about the good execution of this shooting.

“Today is Friday,” Yosuke’s voice broke up the comfortable silence and startled the actress from her thoughts. “I hope you’ll come to have dinner with us tonight?”

Rena shifted in her seat and avoided his expectant gaze in unease. Last Friday too, she had also been confronted with the same question from the actor, an offer that she had politely declined. It was the cast and crew’s little ritual: each Friday evening, they would go out to a restaurant to loosen up after a long week of work. During the shooting of Destiny, she had willingly agreed to follow it, enjoying those pleasant evenings spent in the company of her two other co-stars, Masada Yosuke and Kaneko Sayuri.

So why was she so reluctant to renew with the tradition this time? Maybe because she wasn’t in the best state of mind lately for any social gathering. Enjoyment and high spirits were prominent during those times, and she refused to force herself to pretend or fake emotions when her mind was simply not at it. And, of course, it was out of the question to let her dark, melancholic mood transpire in the presence of others. Even less in front of staff members and co-workers.

“Rena-san…” Her interlocutor murmured hesitantly. “Are you alright? I know it’s been almost a year since the last time we met but since the beginning of this shooting, I can’t shake the feeling that something has changed.”

“Changed?” Rena glanced back at him in puzzlement. “What do you mean? In my acting?”

“No, not your acting,” Yosuke reassured her immediately. “I just sometimes have the impression that something is on your mind; especially when I watch you leaving set at the end of the day. I used to think it was work-related, but…”

Yosuke suddenly paused, and looked away in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I asked that. It’s none of my business; please forget what I just said.”

Taken aback by her interlocutor’s perspicacity, Rena didn’t know what to reply for a little while. Yosuke was entirely right. During the day, she focused all her attention on her work, but the familiar face of a girl she still deeply loved never failed to submerge her mind as soon as the cameras were off. Could her perfect mask have possibly slipped a few times without her realizing it? Could others also have noticed what he had just described?

“It’s true. Many things have changed in my life since the last time we met,” Rena confessed. Her co-star was a kind and thoughtful person, and she was touched by his sincere concern for her. Nevertheless, there were certain things she wasn’t ready to share about herself. It wasn’t a problem of trust; but of boundaries she wasn’t willing to cross. “That’s why I’m afraid I wouldn’t be very good company tonight.”

“I understand,” Yosuke nodded, and Rena didn’t fail to detect the small, perceptible disappointment in his voice. “If you ever change your mind, you know where to find us. Same restaurant as last week.”

“Thank you,” A faint smile moved to Rena’s lips, grateful when he didn’t insist. “I can’t promise anything, but I’ll think about it.”

When the shooting ended a little after 6 PM and the minivan left Rena in front of her hotel, she soon remembered Yosuke’s suggestion. These last two weeks, she had on a few occasions settled down alone at a table of the hotel restaurant, but had mostly spent her dinners in her comfortable hotel room, watching television or listening to music on her iPhone. Maybe she could afford to make a small change tonight, Rena figured as she entered the elevator leading upstairs to her room. Maybe the distraction would do her some good.

Letting out a despondent sigh, she leaned her back heavily against the elevator panel. Press conferences, interviews: as part of her job, she had had to attend a few of those lately to promote her new drama. However, she had carefully made sure to stay away from non-mandatory events. This evening, as the prospect of joining the cast and crew at the restaurant definitely didn’t sound appealing at all, she realized she wasn’t mentally ready yet to participate in those kinds of social gatherings.

Rena felt slightly guilty for letting her co-star down - especially when he looked so hopeful after telling him she would sincerely consider it – but she was going to have to pass for now.

Much as she was not disposed to spend the evening in the presence of co-workers, she nevertheless decided on the next day to make a small infringement to her daily routine and have dinner outside of the hotel. Not wishing to have to walk too far, she opted for a small place that didn’t look like much from the outside, less than ten minutes away from the hotel. She wasn’t looking for any type of food in particular; she just wanted to spend a peaceful, undisturbed evening in a quiet and cozy restaurant.

The food was tasty and the staff discrete, yet her mind was anything but at rest. Now and then, her fingers would play absent-mindedly with her necklace, her thoughts drifting far too frequently towards a certain beloved twenty years old ace. Before leaving Nagoya, Airi had mentioned the change of scenery may enable her to take her mind off things, and she had deeply hoped her best friend would be right.

Ultimately, it had only been wishful thinking.

Not only was she consumed with guilt - incapable of forgetting or even less forgiving herself for what she had said and done that fateful day of early April - she had never felt so empty inside. These last two years, she had relished Jurina’s constant presence in her life and by her side. Her voice. Her smile. Her touch. She was missing her so badly. Where was she? What was she doing? Was she alright? Many questions piled up in her head; questions that remained desperately unanswered.

Rena had been sitting at the table for almost an hour – her meal already finished - when she noticed the many emptied Sapporo beers lining in front of her. It definitely wasn’t the first time she consumed alcohol, but she always made sure to drink in moderation. Tonight, she knew she had gotten carried away when she felt even more miserable than when she first entered the restaurant. Getting drunk was never her objective in the first place; she had just naively hoped the beverage would enable her to forget about her sorrow for at least one evening.

It wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

The problem was, it had done the exact opposite.

Not wishing to let the male waiter witness her current fragile emotional state, she wiped away discretely a solitary tear sliding down her cheek when he had his back turned. Staring in despair at the content of her half empty glass, pain began gnawing at her chest. Was she forever doomed to live with a heavy weight on her conscience? Would she ever be able to fill that void within her again?

“Rena-san?”

Rena came back to her senses and looked up when she caught the sound of a voice addressing her. When she noticed a familiar silhouette standing a few feet away, her eyes widened in stupefaction. “Y-Yosuke-san? What are you doing here?”

“What a surprise to see you here,” Yosuke approached her table. “I sometimes come here to take some takeaway, they make the best takoyaki.”

Rena noted the plastic bag with the restaurant’s label in his right hand, the actor’s smile vanishing when his eyes fell on the content of her table, more specifically on the empty bottles of beers. She tensed and avoided his gaze, now feeling awfully embarrassed at the terrible sight she was offering. Her first instinct was to try and justify herself and assure him it definitely wasn’t what he was thinking. But how could she manage to make herself convincing enough when, not only wasn’t she exactly feeling at her best right now, the evidence was laying just in front of his eyes?

Rena knew she would never manage to erase what he had just seen; it was already too late for that. However, she could still attempt to distract him from the view and try to make the situation slightly less awkward for both of them. Composing herself a little, she looked up to him with a tentative smile. “It was my first time coming here. I was about to leave… soon.”

“You were?” Yosuke diverted his attention from the remnants of her meal to glance back at her in anticipation. “Then, why don’t we walk back to the hotel together?”

“I…” Rena trailed off. Somehow, she had hoped her words would satisfy the actor’s curiosity, putting an end to their unpredictable meeting and prompting him to leave. And now, he was offering to accompany her back to the hotel? Wouldn’t he, on the contrary, want to turn on his heels and pretend he hadn’t seen anything?

“Please,” Rena was caught off guard when Yosuke placed a warm hand upon her shoulder. “Let me walk you back to the hotel.”

Rena was startled by the tenderness and concern in his eyes. The true reason behind his proposal suddenly appeared a little clearer, and she found herself torn between two conflicted emotions. A part of her was still feeling ashamed to have been caught in such a compromising situation in front of him, yet another was moved by the actor’s benevolent care and appreciative of his non-judgmental attitude.

Slowly raising herself from the chair, she realized his presence was far from unwelcomed after all when her feet proved to be a little unsteady.

What could possibly have pushed Matsui Rena, one of the most collected people he had ever met in his life, to drink so much tonight?

Those worried thoughts crossed Yosuke’s head more than once when they both left the restaurant and moved towards the direction of their hotel. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to have lost all her senses yet, as she proved to be coherent enough when they exchanged a few words on the way back. Nevertheless, he kept a cautious eye on her, worried by her sometimes slightly unbalanced steps.

When, a little while later, they arrived in front of her hotel room, he was more than reluctant to leave her alone. The actress may have thanked him politely for walking her back to her room, the way she was having difficulty sliding her keycard inside the lock didn’t go unnoticed. Yosuke reached for her hand, and wrapped his fingers gently around hers. “Let me do it.”

The actress didn’t oppose any resistance, letting him take the keycard from her hand to unlock the door. “I’m sorry,” A faint whisper left her lips. “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Yosuke said softly. “Are you going to be alright?”

Receiving a small nod in reply, he stepped aside to let her move inside the room. Just as the door was closing behind him progressively, it suddenly paused halfway through, Rena’s bothered expression appearing through the partially opened door. “No, I’m not fine…”

Yosuke gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ll stay with you for a little while.”

Yosuke tried not to look around the room when he followed her inside, not feeling entirely comfortable with the idea of invading her privacy. As soon as she was seated on the corner of the bed upon his demand, he went for the mini-bar in search of something adequate for her to drink. The unease crossing her features when he presented her a small bottle of orange juice he had fetched, taught him she definitely didn’t enjoy showing such a vulnerable side in front of him.

No, Matsui Rena wasn’t as flawless as the image she always tried to project in public, whether in front of the staff and crew or in magazines. More than anything, he wanted to reassure her that she had nothing to fear from him: her secret was perfectly safe. After all, she was a human being like anyone else: she could afford to make small mistakes. His respect for her would not diminish after today because of what he had accidently witnessed.

And, right now, his only objective was to be present for her during that difficult moment she was going through.

“Why don’t we watch something on the television?” Yosuke offered. Somehow, he didn’t want to take the risk of her falling asleep yet when she remained quite intoxicated.

“Alright,” Rena agreed. “You can choose the program.”

Yosuke seized the remote control, caught off guard when he suddenly felt trembling fingers encircling his hand. “Thank you, Yosuke-san.”

Yosuke glanced back at her, startled when he noticed her watery eyes. Wishing to comfort her a little, he caressed her hair hesitantly but tenderly. “You don’t have to thank me. You’ll be fine. Go and lay down.”

Rena nodded and went to rest her back against the headboard while he moved a chair near the bed, close enough to keep an eye on her in case she needed assistance. When, more than an hour later, the ending titles appeared on the screen, he glanced back at her in curiosity when he didn’t detect any movement on the bed. Her closed eyelids informed him that she had unexpectedly fallen asleep, and the sound of her calm and steady breathing reassured him instantly.

His presence wasn’t required any longer.

Standing up from his chair, he pulled the blanket over her still fully-clothed form, careful to be gentle enough not to wake her up in the process. After that, he observed her for a few more seconds, startled when he suddenly distinguished a tear rolling down her cheek. Saddened by the unexpected sight, he momentarily wondered what she could currently be thinking about. But would he ever discover the origin of her sorrow? The actress was and had always been awfully secretive.

Before switching the light off and leaving the room, he paused on the doorstep and glanced in her direction one last time, hoping for her torment not to last. Tears simply didn’t suit such a beautiful and kind person as Matsui Rena.

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