For crazy_otaku911
Title: Comfort
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG
Pairing: Haruma/Takaki
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: He’s Takaki Yuya and he’s not an actor, but he’s trying his best.
For my Yuuyan crazy_otaku911, because I love her dearly and we have so much fun together. Happy Birthday~
I hope you like this (but if you don't, just say you did so I won't cry, lolz)
He hears the director shouting, telling him to say his lines this way, that way, anyway but the way he is currently saying them. He knows he’s not a great actor but damn, he’s trying his best! He’s a singer and a dancer, those are the talents he excels at and it’s why he was good enough to debut in Johnny’s eyes. It wasn’t because of his future as a potential actor, no, it’s because he can hit those musical notes, smiling like an angel while he twists and turns in precise movements, wowing the audiences with his talent and earning their adoration.
He’s Takaki Yuya and he’s not an actor, but he’s trying his best. He’s taking special lessons that cut into his practice time with JUMP, spends hours memorizing his scripts and practices in front of the mirror, watching his failures and criticizing himself to the point of broken down sobs; and then he goes out there, and he tries his hardest but at the end of the day, he’s still not good enough. When it comes down to it, the director still shouts and his cast members glare at him in annoyance, and he holds back the tears once again as they take a ten minute break.
During these breaks he often calls Yabu, crying his heart out and his friend tries to comfort him, a mantra of encouraging and loving words spilling from his lips while he holds himself tighter, locked in a dirty bathroom stall with a fistful of tissues clenched in one hand.
Today though, he doesn’t call Yabu, doesn’t get the chance because Haruma is grabbing his hand and dragging him away, into a secluded corner.
“It’s okay,” Haruma’s arms envelope Takaki, holding him close and Takaki breaks once again, buries his face into Haruma’s neck and sobs.
“You’re trying your best,” Haruma kisses his hair, lips lingering against the soft locks, “You are, and it’s okay Yuya,” Haruma rubs his back, “It’s okay.”
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG
Pairing: Haruma/Takaki
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: He’s Takaki Yuya and he’s not an actor, but he’s trying his best.
For my Yuuyan crazy_otaku911, because I love her dearly and we have so much fun together. Happy Birthday~
I hope you like this (but if you don't, just say you did so I won't cry, lolz)
He hears the director shouting, telling him to say his lines this way, that way, anyway but the way he is currently saying them. He knows he’s not a great actor but damn, he’s trying his best! He’s a singer and a dancer, those are the talents he excels at and it’s why he was good enough to debut in Johnny’s eyes. It wasn’t because of his future as a potential actor, no, it’s because he can hit those musical notes, smiling like an angel while he twists and turns in precise movements, wowing the audiences with his talent and earning their adoration.
He’s Takaki Yuya and he’s not an actor, but he’s trying his best. He’s taking special lessons that cut into his practice time with JUMP, spends hours memorizing his scripts and practices in front of the mirror, watching his failures and criticizing himself to the point of broken down sobs; and then he goes out there, and he tries his hardest but at the end of the day, he’s still not good enough. When it comes down to it, the director still shouts and his cast members glare at him in annoyance, and he holds back the tears once again as they take a ten minute break.
During these breaks he often calls Yabu, crying his heart out and his friend tries to comfort him, a mantra of encouraging and loving words spilling from his lips while he holds himself tighter, locked in a dirty bathroom stall with a fistful of tissues clenched in one hand.
Today though, he doesn’t call Yabu, doesn’t get the chance because Haruma is grabbing his hand and dragging him away, into a secluded corner.
“It’s okay,” Haruma’s arms envelope Takaki, holding him close and Takaki breaks once again, buries his face into Haruma’s neck and sobs.
“You’re trying your best,” Haruma kisses his hair, lips lingering against the soft locks, “You are, and it’s okay Yuya,” Haruma rubs his back, “It’s okay.”