Stress and Relieved

Nov 15, 2015 20:44

Title: Stress and Relieved
Author: eiko_lotus
Length: Drable
Pairing: They who owned my soul
Summary: When the hurdle set higher, one need a rememberance of how and why the need to survive.
Rate: PG
Disclaimer: Even if I won the janken with JE, who can be sure I can keep them? They own each other.
Warning: no beta, and too tired to re-read

“No, Masaki, stop. We won’t do the aerial dance again. Just… just get with your choreographer and memorize the step will you.” Matsumoto Jun almost screaming at his phone as he walked hurriedly to the parking lot. Days nearing a concert day was never been easy, but having a member questioning him would make it a lot harder. He held his phone in between his shoulder and cheeks, looking out his damn keys while still listening to the whining tone of his fellow Arashi member.

“Masaki, Masaki, listen to me. I’m sorry I ever brought it up, but please just forget the idea, it was too dangerous and having you fallen from 6 meters height will never be good for us. So please just forget the idea.” Jun slammed the door rather harder than he intended to be. The video of aerial dance practice was enough reason for him to cancel all the plan altogether.

“What you mean it was not as scary as it seems? No, we’ll stop the aerial dance. No, not even with a trampoline under the stage. Gosh Masaki, just do as I said or I’ll get Riida and Sho talked this through to you.”Jun leashed his last source of threat before cutting off the line. He knew how Aiba respects their eldest member in Arashi, and will do whatever they told him to do but he also knew he didn’t play fair, as Ohno will always do what Jun told him to do and Sho will always put members’ safety first, especially Aiba’s. Jun dialed his speed dial number 2 in his phone, 1st was set for riida. His phone giving out ringed tone and after several time, and a ding of Line message coming, he banged his head on the steering wheel. It was Monday morning, of course Sho won’t pick his phone as the newscaster definitely on the set anyway. Jun ended the call, texted him to tell they need to talk about Aiba’s solo performance in their upcoming concert. He just about to put his phone away before he clicked the Line message he just received, of course, he should had guessed that Aiba will look for his other long best friend.

[NOW WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! Aiba called, upset, going here, midninght, and I HAVE to cook him dinner because our concert director refuse to carry on HIS OWN plan for his solo. Great!]

Jun pinched the bridge of his nose reading the Line message from Nino. Upset Aiba was one thing that Arashi tried to avoid and added with furious Nino will never ended good. Jun really didn’t know what else to do. He is the one giving that aerial idea, but as the time nearing and Aiba still hasn’t manage the part also the fact their tallest member almost fall from the white fabric and get himself injured, he can’t stop worry and blamed himself for ever brought up the idea. Not to mention, the stage he wanted was found difficult to make, he mean, what was the difficulties in making shire gate on their stage anyway? He hasn’t remembered the choreography also and still need to practice on his own as his schedule didn’t match with others. These were the time when Jun ever regretted being the concert director.

He ignigted his car, nothing more he wished he could have other than going home after a long day of working, meeting, and practicing. He inhaled the cold autumn air deeply, getting out the parking lot and drive through the darkness until he reach his apartment.

‘tadaima’ he greeted himself, throwing the keys to the bowl beside him. He was about to go straight to his bedroom when he realized the lamp still on in the next apartment room. Curios, he walked to the door especially when he heard ‘masquerad’ being played. It was just mean one thing, his riida was still working on the next door that they turned into the eldest studio. Jun peeked inside, seeing the smaller standing in the middle of the room, his eyes closed but his hand moving along the music, of course, Jun would need to put the standing camera in the studio again, once he finished the choreograph as no one could do the counting for steps that Ohno’s made. Jun face relaxed instantly as he saw the face of his beloved leader. Feeling tired, he stepped inside and fell down on the floor, eyes fixated to the small form in the middle of the room.

“jun, I didn’t hear you.” Jun just smiles as Ohno said once he opened his eyes. He saw worries in Ohno’s eyes and he can guess why, his own face was still frowning, his stress written on his face, as the mirror around the room showed it to him. Jun tried to get his smile more genuine.

“did you manage the choreo Sa-chan?” he asked, postponing his intention of sleeping in their bedroom. Seemed his works hasn’t done yet.

“yeah, I finished the opening part, want to see?” Ohno mumbled, taking out the remote from his sweat pants and start the music again. Jun put all his attention to the man, but what he didn’t expect was when the others moving his hips, smiling brightly, and walking towards him by his side, still in bright smile. The ‘choreograph’ was not synchronized but more playfull that made Jun burst into laughter. His lover must had done it on purpose until he reached Jun, throwing himself to Jun and laughed together with him.

Ohno pecked his lips, murmuring ‘okaeri’ and looked deeply in his eyes. All his stress disappeared, changed with the memory of why he did his best to get the concert success. Simply because he loves Arashi and he wants to give great memory to anyone that come to their concerts and it hits him that anyone in Arashi wished the same.
“choreo can wait, now let’s sleep.” Jun let himself dragged to their room.

a.n.: *peeking under the rock* Sorry for the nonesense and lack of updates. RL took most of my time lately. T_T
this is inspired by VSA 5 November 2015 where Jun revealed how playful riida could be.

arashi, matsumoto jun, ohno satoshi, drabble, pairing: ohno satoshi/matsumoto jun, fan fiction, aiba masaki

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