[Drabble-fic] Soundness of Judgement
Title: Soundness of Judgement
Author: Bo
Pairing(s): Jun/Arashi
Rating: PG
Genre: Drabbles
Word Count: 600
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: Jun wonders about his band mates' sanity, and sometimes his own.
Notes: For the November challenge at kotobayori, also a response to #13 for resolute_reader's Matsu-thon. Six drabbles that string together a story (of sorts), 600 words that I hope will bring me out of this painful writer's block. I want to write so bad it hurts, but the words refuse to come. *whimpers* Otherwise I'm quite proud of this. Hope you like!
Jun worries about Arashi sometimes. Any ordinary person will, and Jun likes to believe that among the five of them he is the closest to being ‘ordinary,’ sort of like plain old milk in a franchise of other, brighter-flavored milk: apple, banana, chocolate, coffee. Just the fact that he thought of this simile means Aiba is stealing his sanity, and that is exactly what he’s worrying about. People are supposed to get wiser as they grow older, but the older he gets the less Jun is concerned with the logic of things, and he worries about this for several reasons.
One, any person with the minimum amount of sanity will find that there is something fundamentally wrong with five full-grown men eating and drinking until none of them can stand and all of them pass out on top of each other in the living room, all because it’s a Wednesday, and according to one of the five grown men (his name is Aiba) Wednesdays are special. It isn’t quite normal behavior, but then Arashi has never confirmed with normality, or sanity, for that matter. Jun knows he should be worried about this, but he isn’t, for the most part because
two, when one of the said full-grown men (this one’s name is Nino) rolls over with a mewl like a cat and tucks himself further into the messy tangle of arms and feet, or, to be specific, further into Jun's arms and feet, Jun has absolutely no problem with it. He even readjusts himself so the smaller man nestles against his body like a puzzle piece, his face on Jun’s warm neck, each breath almost inaudible but definitely there, and through a daze Jun vaguely realizes that although he leans on many people he’s only ever fallen asleep on Arashi.
There is a three, and it comes from those days when Jun can’t stand the thundering stillness of his apartment and has to leave it. He finds himself cradling his face in the crook of an elbow on the kitchen table, watching Ohno’s pencil scurry across the surface of the paper in quick, decisive strokes. Nino comes out of the shower with a towel slung over his hair. He is not surprised to see Jun and Jun is not surprised he’s there, and as Jun blinks up at him the white towel on Nino’s head glows, almost like a halo.
And because there is a three there must be a four, and this one is half Sho’s because Sho knows the kind of fears Jun has, sometimes even shares them, and when Jun has trouble breathing from everything that is going on in his world he allows himself to fall to pieces on Sho’s lap, because he knows Sho can put him back together again in the end. The other half belongs to Aiba because Aiba is always one-half of everything. He is one-half of Jun, and Jun knows it is the better half because Aiba doesn't deserve anything less.
It all comes down to five. Jun has wondered many times at his own sanity, but it’s hard to think straight when Ohno’s pencil sweeps across his mind and scatters everything there, when Nino plays his DS next to Jun during a sappy movie because he knows Jun needs someone to hand him tissues, when Sho pats his hair on his thigh and Jun goes to sleep there, when Aiba slings an arm around him and pulls him in for a giggle. People get wiser as they grow, and Jun likes to think wisdom has nothing to do with sanity.
Somebody take NewS away from me, like, right now, because I'm THIS close to losing it. I can't handle two JE bands at the same time; not my brain, not my hard drive, and most certainly not my wallet. Damn you, Tegoshi!
Author: Bo
Pairing(s): Jun/Arashi
Rating: PG
Genre: Drabbles
Word Count: 600
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: Jun wonders about his band mates' sanity, and sometimes his own.
Notes: For the November challenge at kotobayori, also a response to #13 for resolute_reader's Matsu-thon. Six drabbles that string together a story (of sorts), 600 words that I hope will bring me out of this painful writer's block. I want to write so bad it hurts, but the words refuse to come. *whimpers* Otherwise I'm quite proud of this. Hope you like!
Jun worries about Arashi sometimes. Any ordinary person will, and Jun likes to believe that among the five of them he is the closest to being ‘ordinary,’ sort of like plain old milk in a franchise of other, brighter-flavored milk: apple, banana, chocolate, coffee. Just the fact that he thought of this simile means Aiba is stealing his sanity, and that is exactly what he’s worrying about. People are supposed to get wiser as they grow older, but the older he gets the less Jun is concerned with the logic of things, and he worries about this for several reasons.
One, any person with the minimum amount of sanity will find that there is something fundamentally wrong with five full-grown men eating and drinking until none of them can stand and all of them pass out on top of each other in the living room, all because it’s a Wednesday, and according to one of the five grown men (his name is Aiba) Wednesdays are special. It isn’t quite normal behavior, but then Arashi has never confirmed with normality, or sanity, for that matter. Jun knows he should be worried about this, but he isn’t, for the most part because
two, when one of the said full-grown men (this one’s name is Nino) rolls over with a mewl like a cat and tucks himself further into the messy tangle of arms and feet, or, to be specific, further into Jun's arms and feet, Jun has absolutely no problem with it. He even readjusts himself so the smaller man nestles against his body like a puzzle piece, his face on Jun’s warm neck, each breath almost inaudible but definitely there, and through a daze Jun vaguely realizes that although he leans on many people he’s only ever fallen asleep on Arashi.
There is a three, and it comes from those days when Jun can’t stand the thundering stillness of his apartment and has to leave it. He finds himself cradling his face in the crook of an elbow on the kitchen table, watching Ohno’s pencil scurry across the surface of the paper in quick, decisive strokes. Nino comes out of the shower with a towel slung over his hair. He is not surprised to see Jun and Jun is not surprised he’s there, and as Jun blinks up at him the white towel on Nino’s head glows, almost like a halo.
And because there is a three there must be a four, and this one is half Sho’s because Sho knows the kind of fears Jun has, sometimes even shares them, and when Jun has trouble breathing from everything that is going on in his world he allows himself to fall to pieces on Sho’s lap, because he knows Sho can put him back together again in the end. The other half belongs to Aiba because Aiba is always one-half of everything. He is one-half of Jun, and Jun knows it is the better half because Aiba doesn't deserve anything less.
It all comes down to five. Jun has wondered many times at his own sanity, but it’s hard to think straight when Ohno’s pencil sweeps across his mind and scatters everything there, when Nino plays his DS next to Jun during a sappy movie because he knows Jun needs someone to hand him tissues, when Sho pats his hair on his thigh and Jun goes to sleep there, when Aiba slings an arm around him and pulls him in for a giggle. People get wiser as they grow, and Jun likes to think wisdom has nothing to do with sanity.
Somebody take NewS away from me, like, right now, because I'm THIS close to losing it. I can't handle two JE bands at the same time; not my brain, not my hard drive, and most certainly not my wallet. Damn you, Tegoshi!