The Only Moment We Were Alone [Juntoshi] - Drabble
Title: The Only Moment We Were Alone
Author: muohcu_t
Length: drabble
Pairing: Juntoshi (or I guess Jun with anyone. I just imagined Ohno there)
Rating: PG… probably
Genre: angst, fluff
Disclaimer: I own only the plot. I make no money of this writing and I only do this for fun. Tatah~~
Summary: Jun sometimes finds himself frustrated and agitated by the fame.
We spend hours, days, weeks and years torn between different lenses, pages, screens, stages and gazes. Our whole lives are always thrown out there for greedy hands to grab. What isn’t thrown gets stolen instead. We both know that’s how it is, even if they intend it or not. Our friends, co-workers, family and even band mates too sometimes steal what’s ours and throws it out to the people who think they know everything.
And sometimes it does feel like they do know absolutely everything, and I am under their unforgiving mercy, like a piece of bread torn between two starving children. During those times I have to remind myself that I absolutely love this, that I would never trade this for anything. This is what I worked so, so hard for. There is nothing more that I want but for Arashi to keep shining.
But it is tiring, and sometimes I wish that I could get some real sleep and not live of coffees and whatever sugar can keep me awake. It also makes me angry and irritated that I have to constantly catch up on my sleep on a couch back at the greenroom instead of in my own bed at home. What kind of a rest is that? To only be half-asleep, somewhere between thoughts and dreams just so I can wake up being just as exhausted as I was before?
You lie down next to me, and I hear you sigh my name as you pull yourself closer to me, using me as a pillow at the same time. Your actions should probably be more tiring on me, but somehow it makes me more relaxed. Somehow you get yourself comfortable, and somehow I get myself comfortable, and we lie on that couch, comfortably breathing in each other’s breaths.
“You ok?”
“Now I am.”
Author's notes:
My first Arashi-fic I'm posting. Kind of nervous, maybe.
This was inspired by the wonderful song by Explosions in the Sky which is called "The Only Moment We Were Alone" as the title of this drabble. You can listen to it here!
Author: muohcu_t
Length: drabble
Pairing: Juntoshi (or I guess Jun with anyone. I just imagined Ohno there)
Rating: PG… probably
Genre: angst, fluff
Disclaimer: I own only the plot. I make no money of this writing and I only do this for fun. Tatah~~
Summary: Jun sometimes finds himself frustrated and agitated by the fame.
We spend hours, days, weeks and years torn between different lenses, pages, screens, stages and gazes. Our whole lives are always thrown out there for greedy hands to grab. What isn’t thrown gets stolen instead. We both know that’s how it is, even if they intend it or not. Our friends, co-workers, family and even band mates too sometimes steal what’s ours and throws it out to the people who think they know everything.
And sometimes it does feel like they do know absolutely everything, and I am under their unforgiving mercy, like a piece of bread torn between two starving children. During those times I have to remind myself that I absolutely love this, that I would never trade this for anything. This is what I worked so, so hard for. There is nothing more that I want but for Arashi to keep shining.
But it is tiring, and sometimes I wish that I could get some real sleep and not live of coffees and whatever sugar can keep me awake. It also makes me angry and irritated that I have to constantly catch up on my sleep on a couch back at the greenroom instead of in my own bed at home. What kind of a rest is that? To only be half-asleep, somewhere between thoughts and dreams just so I can wake up being just as exhausted as I was before?
You lie down next to me, and I hear you sigh my name as you pull yourself closer to me, using me as a pillow at the same time. Your actions should probably be more tiring on me, but somehow it makes me more relaxed. Somehow you get yourself comfortable, and somehow I get myself comfortable, and we lie on that couch, comfortably breathing in each other’s breaths.
“You ok?”
“Now I am.”
Author's notes:
My first Arashi-fic I'm posting. Kind of nervous, maybe.
This was inspired by the wonderful song by Explosions in the Sky which is called "The Only Moment We Were Alone" as the title of this drabble. You can listen to it here!