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yutahoes · 3 years

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Howlite

pairing : office worker! Yuta Nakamoto x Reader

genre : fluff

summary : You’ve been having trouble sleeping and howlite is your only answer.

word count : 2.6 k

tag list : @ailoveyuta @yutazen01 @aiforyuu

note : Again, written in a whim. I’ll edit it after class. Written for @yutazen01 who has insomnia. I read that howlite helps and whatever the cause is of your sleep disturbance, please know that you can message me. I’ll be a listening ear.

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This was the third day, and you just feel terrible for yourself more than any other days.

You just sat in front of your computer, staring at the documents your company boss wanted you to revise. For three days you've been doing this and now, it's just the worst. A coffee cup appeared in front of you and you glanced at your deskmate who sat on your desk, "You seemed so out of it this day."

Your eyes cannot leave the coffee cup. Wanted a sip. But it's difficult already. "I can't sleep properly." You shared then yawned. "I feel so bad, I don't need you to tease me today Yuta."

He grinned, taking the documents on top of your table. "Then I'll do this so you can take some rest." You only smiled as you watched him sit on his swivel chair and started typing on his computer.

You leaned your head on the table, glancing at him. Yuta isn't bad actually. He came three months after you and he's a ball of sunshine in your office. A lot of girls from other departments would come to your floor just to gaze at him and here you are, looking at him while working. Honestly, he's good looking. And you don't mind watching him like this.

"You're burning a hole on my face." He said without taking his eyes away from the computer screen.

God, his guts! He really knew that he's handsome, didn't he? "Go to sleep already." His eyes turned to you, placing his jacket behind you. It smelled like him, and it feels so warm, really warm that your eyes are closing instantly. "Goodnight, Y/N."

It was dark in the office when you woke up. That was the best nap you actually had for days now, ever since this project started. You stretched your limbs, feeling energized so suddenly. You glanced at the clock and was surprised that it's already past 7 pm. Did you fell asleep for three hours? Are you the only one left in the office?

You stand up then head to the bathroom to wash your face and redo your makeup. This is bad news. You're going to have another sleepless night. Why did you have to sleep at work? And why does it have to be a good sleep?

When you returned to your desk, you were surprised to see Yuta seated on his chair. Why is he still here? "Oh, you're up!" He exclaimed then finished his coffee, "I thought you left already."

You raised an eyebrow at him. It's Friday night. Why is he still here? "It's already late." You noted as you sat on your chair and started fixing your things, making sure that your computer is shut down. "No date today?"

A chuckle can be heard as you whip your head to him. He was playing with his pencil, twirling it against his fingers while leaning on his chair facing you. The distance is rather intimidating that you had to push your chair backward. "Let's have dinner." He said, taking his bag and jacket. You followed him, skeptical about this. Why is he suddenly asking you for dinner? But you felt bad that he had to finish your report so you can't revolt.

The elevator ride going down to the lobby is filled with thick air. You never noticed how muscular Yuta's back is now that you're staring at it through his dress shirt. Even the smell of his cologne seemed so strong now. Why is everything about Yuta so charming now? But no, he's bad news. A total player.

It was a sushi place near the office, where Yuta took you to dinner that made you surprised. Yes, Yuta is Japanese but you haven't tried a Japanese meal before. And why here? A crowd was buzzing in the restaurant, a lot of people going in and out of the place. You didn't even know that this place existed so why is it so famous?

He secured a table by the corner of the sushi restaurant and he talked animatedly, in Japanese, with the waitress who was just looking at you. A platter of different kinds of sushi was placed in front of you. They're mouth-watering. You didn't know sushi could look this colorful. "Itadakimasu," Yuta said as he handed you chopsticks.

It was a different experience all at once. Every different sushi gives a different taste and you now had the answer to why this place is such a huge hit. You'll love to go back to this place. "So…" Yuta started that made you look at him. "You have trouble sleeping?" He asked while looking at his phone that made you annoyed.

"Are you a therapist now?"

He shrugged then finally looked at you. "You just look sleepless every time you come to work, especially last Wednesday." Did he notice? You really had trouble sleeping last Tuesday so you made the report instead. After that, all the nights that followed had been the same. "I mean your report is fine but there's a lot of mistakes so it must be because of your state now."

So you blabbered to him about your stress at work, the stress you had concerning your family, and even the weight of attending your best friend's wedding without a date that's occupying your mind every night, disabling you to get some decent sleep. He's a great listener actually, only giving small reactions and an empathetic look at your problems. You then realized that this is the longest conversation you had with your co-worker.

"But you had a nice sleep earlier." He mentioned, looking at his phone.

"I was surprised myself. That was the only time I slept properly."

He smiled as if amused by your story then stood up. "I'll be back. Just order some desserts, it's on me. Just wait for me." He rushed outside that made you confused. Where is he going? And should you wait for him?

The ice cream you ordered is long gone when he returned to the restaurant, a relieved look on his face. He was sweating so hard, panting heavily. "I thought you're going to leave." It was amusing to the point that he managed to say those words while catching his breath. What is going on? He glanced at the table, "I'll walk you home."

You were surprised, why is Yuta like this? "I'm taking the cab." His face fell and you wanted to laugh. He seemed dejected. So cute. But you can't fall for Yuta Nakamoto. He's a casanova.

A cab stopped at the side of the pavement, making you turn to him. "Thank you, Yuta." You had to say that. He treated you for dinner and even walked you outside.

He shook his head coolly then took your hand, threading your fingers together. "I hope you can sleep soundly." Using the other hand, he transferred the white beaded bracelet from his wrist to yours. "It's a howlite. The website says that it helps with insomnia when you put it under your pillow." You only thanked him as a surprise. Is this why he's on his phone? Why he left the restaurant and came back sweaty? "Goodnight, Y/N."

You shook your head and again, he looked disappointed. "Why are you driving today?"

But it's a hoax. Yuta should have known. Maybe it was because you slept soundly at work that you cannot even close your eyes to sleep. It's 2 am already. You had to sleep. Although it's a weekend, you had to go to the branch office in the morning for a routine inspection. At 5 am, you decided to just wing it and prepare for your trip.

A black car appeared in your doorway and you said your farewell to your parents who didn't care. It's just a night away from home, what could happen wrong? Surprise enveloped you when you were greeted by your driver for the day, Yuta. "You look terrible." He complimented while holding the door for you. "The howlite isn't effective?"

"Well, sir Han asked me to drive you since he cannot come today. It's his daughter's family day." You nodded. That's completely plausible. But why Yuta? Doesn't he have dates during the weekend? "It's a long trip. You can catch up with some sleep."

But you can't even sleep properly and he knew that. He opened the radio, playing soft jazz music that sent your body on cloud nine. You must be really tired. And with Yuta's soothing voice, humming against the music, you felt your eyelids close letting sleep overtake you.

Your eyes fluttered open as the sunlight hit your face. What time is it? You were greeted by Yuta still humming on the song from the radio, tapping the steering wheel along with the beat. His jacket was wrapped on your body once again and you smelled the faint cologne he had. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." He teased then shook his head. "I mean, good afternoon."

It's already 1 pm. You were asleep the whole ride that he was now parked in the basement of your office. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"And ruin your much-needed sleep?" He asked then shook his head. "I think the howlite is more effective than we thought." Before you could say another word, you realized that you are needed upstairs. Yuta just laughed, watching you scramble out of the car and into the elevator.

You had to fix your makeup to at least look presentable for the people from the other branch and checked your things. Well, you did had a nice sleep that you seemed fully energized. Maybe the howlite is really working.

The only thing that you can think of is the howlite bracelet. Desperate, you took out all of the things from your purse and searched for the white beaded accessory. A scream escaped your lips when the object can't be found. Did you leave it in the car? Maybe back at the office? The door opened, followed by Yuta looking at you in worry. "What happened?"

It was a tiring day but you didn't mind. At least you can have some decent sleep tonight because your body is aching. Yuta met you at the hotel lobby, handing you your keys and even explaining that he has the room next to yours. "There are canned beers in the fridge if you want. I bet you can sleep better with a little alcohol." You just nodded in response. You are just so tired that you wanted to rest your body, lie down to a soft bed, and sleep.

You tossed and turned on the soft mattress, annoyed at the fact that you just can't go to sleep. Really, you just wanted to rest. You heed Yuta's advice and drank some beer. By the third can, you're just drunk. Not sleepy.

"I can't find it…" you sobbed. By now, you don't care about anything. You just wanted some decent sleep. Why is it so hard to achieve? "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying."

He hugged you, hushing you up. "For starters, you're drunk. Let's get some sleep in you first." The way he's caressing your back is comforting enough that you felt your eyelids heavy. Is this the sleep taking over you?

You didn't remember anything from last night and was surprised that it's already ten am. You have slept for 12 hours already? Maybe your sleep is taking a toll on you. But how can you not sleep when you feel something warm on your back?

Something warm?

Your eyes opened in surprise to see Yuta sleeping next to you. The first thing you had to check is if you're fully clothed which you are, thank God. And why is he here? His eyes fluttered open sensing your movement, grinning at you. "Good morning, sunshine." You rolled your eyes at that. "Nice dream?" You can't really remember if you have any dreams. Just the thought of sleeping soundly makes you overwhelmed that you can't think of anything. "Let's drive you home, princess. We still have work tomorrow."

"You look terrible," Yuta noted when he came to work that Monday morning. The bracelet was still under your pillow that surprised you. How did you get those sound sleep when you don't have the howlite with you? So to sleep, you tried to do the same thing that Saturday night. You walked around the neighborhood to tire yourself out, drank four cans of beer that you were completely hammered, and cried so much. Now, you just looked and felt terrible.

Lunch break and you went to the pantry to heat up your food, surprised to see Yuta playing with his mobile phone. "I'll watch your food. Take a rest, you have bags under your eyes." So you sat beside him, head propped on your elbow, and closed your eyes for a few minutes.

You felt someone shaking you that your body jolted wide awake. "Princess, there's still 15 minutes for lunch break. Finish your food." Yuta said, pushing the microwaved food in front of you as he stood up to leave the pantry. You slept, again.

That was just a 20-minute nap and now you're having trouble sleeping again. Why does this keep happening? Is your insomnia this bad? Should you go to a doctor? You tried to think of the moments you had proper sleep, a good sleep, as your fingers touched the howlite bracelet on your bed. Yuta.

To test your hypothesis, you called him and he answered hello in a sleepy voice. "You can't sleep?" He asked that made you hum. You felt calm all of a sudden so you lay on the bed with your phone in your ear. The call was too quiet but it's a comforting silence. "Are you asleep? Why do you always sleep when we're toge…" Then he stopped. He noticed. "Is that why you're calling me?"

"You're so talkative."

He laughed from the other line. "Should I sing you to sleep? Or am I really that boring that the insomnia queen is falling asleep because of me?" It was the contrary anyway. He's just… comforting.

Yuta kept on talking about how he got tricked into buying that bracelet because he thought it could be of any help to you as you felt your eyelids fall down. "Y/N…" But you didn't hear what he was about to say when you drifted to sleep.

It has been three days. And you felt great.

"You look well. Are you dating someone?" Your female coworker asked as you approached the elevator after taking coffee. You only smiled, seeing the answer to your insomnia, with his friends, by the elevator.

Yuta gave you a smile as he waited for you to board the elevator with your co-worker. "Y/N…" he called and you turned to face him. "Do you want to go to my place tonight?" His two friends and your co-worker stared at you who was blushing at his question. Damn this cocky bastard. "We can sleep together." Your friend has to choke on her coffee at that.

The elevator doors opened before you could mutter a word and his friends went outside. He had to give you a kiss on the forehead then winked when he turned a corner. Your friend had to slap your arm, shrieking that it was Yuta Nakamoto that you're dating.

Well, he's not that bad. And sleeping with him is what you can really do.

Besides, Yuta is your howlite.

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a-cat-who-likes-stars · 3 years

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Dating and priorities. 1500, 18 Mar 2021

"Priorities" has been such a key word these days, because as much as I had been experimenting with a specific type of dating, I'm glad that I'm able to clarify to myself the good things among any else. This time I'll record what happened with my 1st few trials with said certain type of dating. Try to guess what kind of dating I went for, though they all took place online.

In retrospect, the first profile I made was the best. I could rejoice ironically how much of a regret I had after deleting it, but I'm not someone who goes with guilt and remorse. I always move on, though this time it felt more emotional, and I felt I had to carry an extra sack from where I'm walking away from, like this was a souvenir from the experience I went through.

My first profile picture was really elegant with a tinge of sultriness, but just a teeny tiny tinge of that. The background was a pale pink with a light tiffany green accessory cape, a few dark wooden-like ornaments on a sort of mantel. At least that was the impression of the profile picture, because truly it was just my bookshelf and my bedroom wall and a random piece of sheet I threw over to cover my sort of library collection.

I was wearing my bob with my bangs pinned up so I looked clean, tidy, well kept, classy, simple, no-nonsense. My make-up was a simple blush pink lipstick, some mascara, some compact powder to cover my undereye circles, brow penciled. The compact wasn't really covering the deeper shade of my undereye fully, combined with daylight it seemed too transparent, but that warrants my no-need to do any eyeshadow.

In the profile picture I'm in a half smile, but really it's just a matter of angle because I don't have to smile at all, I just seem like I'm smiling politely. My eyes looked downwards at the camera lens. I looked really classy.

Anyways the description and the photo was a boom because I received messages as soon as I put them online and they got approved.

There's this guy who offered a pay per meet but they gave off an off vibe so I deleted the message.

Over those kinds of inboxes the 1st guy that caught my eye did exactly this: he wanted to meet over coffee and offered a monthly allowance of 3000. That caught my eye because he meant business. I later caught on with him by texting outside of the website only to come to the conclusion I wasn't able to meet him because I won't be around until the middle of April. He told me to let him know when I'm back in the city.

Maybe he was the 1st person I reached out the furthest, I was interested and sent a message of a song recommendation from spotify to him but he didn't reply. It felt like dangling on a cliff. 1 week later I got another message from an overseas number offering a job. I knew the only way was through this person because I only used this new number of mine to communicate with him.

That gave a suspicious feeling, because this proved he might give any info of mine to anyone and the key thing was Without My Permission, I don't care if he did it out of what kind of intention. It was wrong and crossed my line, and as much as the offer of 3000 monthly seemed attractive to me (a 1st timer) I decided to delete their contact on my phone.

I had another place where I kept account of our chat details so if I ever (but highly unlikely) want to reconnect to this person whom I had researched online and found out he is a carpet businessman who looks I have seen via photographs of him, I decided it was done.

My principles.

The next person I dealt with just recently. He was such a friendly person who seemed genuinely into the game. And by game, I'm sure with his experience, he's a player. He's married but still looking, and from what we talked about on phone (he was the 1st to call me and the 1st guy whose voice I had heard since I started dating like this) he had a partner once for 2 years, she was a student but she ended her studies and things moved on but they kept being friends, this guy is someone who really manages his time with finesse, I must admit. He is a professional engineer, he says, and in his messenger account he put a name that I could easily research online and find a construction company director position linked to it. From there he is said to be a graduate from the University of Melbourne a long time ago. From there it tells me about how old he is now. His children (since he said he is married) if any, I figure could probably be older than I am.

That aside, he seemed genuinely interested to have a long term relationship. He seemed chemistry. He is very friendly and I could totally be friendly too, but I was guarded and cold compared to my usual self, especially when I was on that 1 phone call with him. He said he was driving, and he liked to hear about people's voices when he drives back home from dinner with his friends.

The next day I was greeted with a picture of a rose from him and a wish. The day after it was a quote and another wish for productivity as I mentioned my occupation too. This guy really knows how to converse. I admire his manners and conduct. In fact, he matches 89% of my description of "what I'm looking for". Save the married part.

He asked me if I'm allergic to married men. No, I'm not. I see them as humans all the same. I actually see him as a patient. It has only been 1 year and 6 months since I've enrolled in my professional academic training, and for that part of mindset, I was intrigued by myself to be honest.

Like I said, I was interested also because I was curious why he would had such kinds of affair after marrying a woman. I researched online for a consecutive 3 days regarding this matter. The reasons were humane enough.

I was reckless and threw this connection away. Because I was trying, too hard. I had a favourite guru on this sort of dating and she was successful. In her videos she said it was never too soon and about how we keep our standards up high so that people we date are on par and we don't waste our time. Be focused on the aim. There's nothing wrong with that. Anyone who wants something has to set their intention on it.

I wanted a book so I texted him about it and he read my message and never ever replied. I was filled with guilt I removed my simcard so that I never EVER reconnect with this person however the chemistry or friendliness existed for the first 2 days.

I recall a tarot reading because I'm into these stuffs. The reading said this person "will prepare you for your true connection". I couldn't agree more. I felt on one hand I disrespected him, on the other hand he taught me to be respectful of time and mannerisms. It was a sort of transaction with no money involved. I'm grateful I met this person, he really reminded me of that.

He also showed me how high my standards should be.

The day after I watched my guru online and she reminded to keep it as a date, not some job.

Of course. I just went off track for a time. See how it affected everything. Impressions are so important.

I started to date because I wanted to spend my time on guys who can afford and are good in management, well in conduct, respectable. I was grateful I met them. It felt rare. I wouldn't have met these people who are multimillionaires, entrepreneurs, CEOs, Directors, if I only mingled with peers. Plus my peers suck.

What an experience. I'm thankful for these gurus. Eventhough I will most probably NEVER meet them ever again. But I will remember their names, they have touched me without knowing (it's not that sentimental, just stating) and if I ever come across them in real life, I will send a wish for their general well-being. Like putting it out to the universe and the universe will take care of everything else.

I took out my profile and deactivated it. Nothing remains except if you're a hacker you may retrieve the deleted info. It was like a summer fling to me. Although everything IS like a fling to me. I take things less serious than I seem to be, and as much as I'm warm around, my heart isn't as so.

All in all, it was my 1st experience with sugar dating. Yep. Meeting successful men who keep their private life so private people assume they're gay? Interesting as heck.

I'd love to redo this again in the future after I level up. Ah, such are the beginnings of and afterthoughts for my dating choices. Imma try to write a book in the end as a memoir. Cheers!

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