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My Name is Matsumoto Jun. And this is my story.
Title : My Name is Matsumoto Jun. And this is my story.
Length : One-shot.A thousand plus words.
Rating : G
Genre : Angst maybe?Not so much tho.
Pairing : Non really.Maybe a little Matsumiya.
Summary:
My name is Matsumoto Jun. I am an idol. This is just a story of a day in my life. It sucks by the way, this life of mine.
Warning: Unbeta-ed.
My name is Matsumoto Jun. And I am an idol. This is just a story of a day in my life.
It is so early in the morning and he hears a car crash in front of his building. Sometimes he thinks how much it sucks to be living in the middle of a busy town. But he loves his place. And it isn’t often that somebody crashes in front of your apartment building.
It doesn’t help though that he had been partying just the night before. His head is pounding and it sounds like ten Ohkura playing drums in his head. He cannot even make them shut up.
He needs pills to ease up his headache. But just as luck would have it, he ran out of it. He decides in the end to just go back to sleep. He still has four hours to spare for his sleep. But the police and ambulance have started to come. It won’t be quiet for him to sleep. Instead he chooses to shower to wake himself up.
It’s broken.
The damn pipe is broken.
And his hair is total mess.
My name is Matsumoto Jun. I’m an idol, but my life sucks.
Bad day doesn’t end at 8am in the morning. It continues to torture you till the end of the day. And Jun has just started his day.
Jun finally decides to come early for work. But even after reminding himself for twelve times, he still forgets to bring along his toothbrush. The bad traffic delayed his arrival at the company by 2 hours and everything is a mess. They were rushing to be at three different photo shoots that day that no one can entertain his request to buy him a toothbrush, or at least painkillers. Not even him.
For the first time after so long, Jun feels awkward in a shoot. His hair looks like a pile of mess, and he’s sure his fans will complain about it between themselves. Sho has shown weird faces when he started talking, Nino has even offered minty gums which he gladly takes (though it’s not toothbrush, it’s better than nothing) and Ohno has tried very discreetly to find painkillers for him, though to no avail. Aiba for most of the time stays away from Jun’s path, and Jun is mostly glad for that.
He doesn’t like people fussing around about him. He’s an adult, a proud one at that too. He prefers being left alone when he’s having a bad time and he’ll try to overcome his own problems. He’s glad Aiba understands that. But, is he really glad?
The next job he has is the drama filming. It’s supposed to end at 10pm. But the director was not satisfied with his work and extended the filming until 11pm. By just an hour, but the fact that for a whole day, he had only eaten an onigiri, drank a bottle of water, and no painkillers at all drive him mad that he almost snap at the director.
By the time he arrives home, it’s already 12am. When he checks the calendar, to see his schedules for the next day, he realised it’s already his birthday. He’s alone. Tired. Smelly. Sticky. In pain. Hungry. And it’s his birthday. He doesn’t even bother checking his phone. He just doesn’t have the mood to do so. Besides, he doesn’t remember setting the phone up to silent mode, and he hasn’t heard it ring even once. Clearly no one is trying to find him.
When he goes inside his bedroom, on the way to the room, he sees pristine looking hall. With a beautiful picture hanging right above the television set. He sees a luxury couch with a matching coffee table with crystal top on it. When he opens the bedroom, he sees a big bed with velvety covers. Cream coloured, “Normal colour,” he said, with pillows that is as comfortable as possible. He bought it from IKEA anyway. He sees his closet and opens them up to find his pyjamas. Right then he realised that something is wrong.
He sees sparkles, he sees glamour, he sees luxuriousness, he sees idol. But he doesn’t see him.
Stripping down to nothing but his naked skin, he looks at himself in the mirror. His eyes are puffy from the work, his cheeks are losing their radiance, his hair still looks very much messy, and those ten Ohkuras drumming in his head has increased to twenty.
He has been hoping that he has someone to share his bad day with. Someone to hear his rants. Someone to wish him a happy birthday, especially when he has had a rough day. Mostly he wants someone to hug him tight and tells him that everything is okay.
And the next thing he knew, he’s curling like a foetus, crying silently.
My name is Matsumoto Jun. I’m naked, hungry, in pain, and tired. My life sucks. And I don’t know who I really am anymore.
He wakes up the next day in his bed. He doesn’t remember how he ended up being in bed. And he feels an arm across his belly.
That shocks him.
He turns around, almost violently, enough to wake the intruder up.
“Nino?”
“You were not answering the phone. It was off. I saw how empty you look during the photo shoot. And the whole day. You didn’t realise I was at the set talking to Nagayama for a while did you? And when I came, it freaked me out to see the door unlocked. What was it with that Matsujun?”
“What are you doing here?”
“To save you from yourself. Do you know how scared I was seeing you naked on the floor crying in your sleep? It would’ve been really sexy and tempting if you were awake, waiting for me, and not crying. What were you thinking?”
Jun doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what to do but to finally let go of his mask, to finally stop acting, and to finally let someone enters his life. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t do anything, he simply lets Nino draws him closer, simply lets Nino hug him tight, simply lets Nino tells him how everything is going to be fine.
"By the way, happy birthday Matsujun."
He knows Nino can feel his smiles. Because he feels Nino smiling on his shoulder too.
My name is Matsumoto Jun. I am an idol. Sometimes my life sucks. But I know I’m never alone.
End.
I hope you enjoyed.fufu
Length : One-shot.A thousand plus words.
Rating : G
Genre : Angst maybe?Not so much tho.
Pairing : Non really.Maybe a little Matsumiya.
Summary:
My name is Matsumoto Jun. I am an idol. This is just a story of a day in my life. It sucks by the way, this life of mine.
Warning: Unbeta-ed.
My name is Matsumoto Jun. And I am an idol. This is just a story of a day in my life.
It is so early in the morning and he hears a car crash in front of his building. Sometimes he thinks how much it sucks to be living in the middle of a busy town. But he loves his place. And it isn’t often that somebody crashes in front of your apartment building.
It doesn’t help though that he had been partying just the night before. His head is pounding and it sounds like ten Ohkura playing drums in his head. He cannot even make them shut up.
He needs pills to ease up his headache. But just as luck would have it, he ran out of it. He decides in the end to just go back to sleep. He still has four hours to spare for his sleep. But the police and ambulance have started to come. It won’t be quiet for him to sleep. Instead he chooses to shower to wake himself up.
It’s broken.
The damn pipe is broken.
And his hair is total mess.
My name is Matsumoto Jun. I’m an idol, but my life sucks.
Bad day doesn’t end at 8am in the morning. It continues to torture you till the end of the day. And Jun has just started his day.
Jun finally decides to come early for work. But even after reminding himself for twelve times, he still forgets to bring along his toothbrush. The bad traffic delayed his arrival at the company by 2 hours and everything is a mess. They were rushing to be at three different photo shoots that day that no one can entertain his request to buy him a toothbrush, or at least painkillers. Not even him.
For the first time after so long, Jun feels awkward in a shoot. His hair looks like a pile of mess, and he’s sure his fans will complain about it between themselves. Sho has shown weird faces when he started talking, Nino has even offered minty gums which he gladly takes (though it’s not toothbrush, it’s better than nothing) and Ohno has tried very discreetly to find painkillers for him, though to no avail. Aiba for most of the time stays away from Jun’s path, and Jun is mostly glad for that.
He doesn’t like people fussing around about him. He’s an adult, a proud one at that too. He prefers being left alone when he’s having a bad time and he’ll try to overcome his own problems. He’s glad Aiba understands that. But, is he really glad?
The next job he has is the drama filming. It’s supposed to end at 10pm. But the director was not satisfied with his work and extended the filming until 11pm. By just an hour, but the fact that for a whole day, he had only eaten an onigiri, drank a bottle of water, and no painkillers at all drive him mad that he almost snap at the director.
By the time he arrives home, it’s already 12am. When he checks the calendar, to see his schedules for the next day, he realised it’s already his birthday. He’s alone. Tired. Smelly. Sticky. In pain. Hungry. And it’s his birthday. He doesn’t even bother checking his phone. He just doesn’t have the mood to do so. Besides, he doesn’t remember setting the phone up to silent mode, and he hasn’t heard it ring even once. Clearly no one is trying to find him.
When he goes inside his bedroom, on the way to the room, he sees pristine looking hall. With a beautiful picture hanging right above the television set. He sees a luxury couch with a matching coffee table with crystal top on it. When he opens the bedroom, he sees a big bed with velvety covers. Cream coloured, “Normal colour,” he said, with pillows that is as comfortable as possible. He bought it from IKEA anyway. He sees his closet and opens them up to find his pyjamas. Right then he realised that something is wrong.
He sees sparkles, he sees glamour, he sees luxuriousness, he sees idol. But he doesn’t see him.
Stripping down to nothing but his naked skin, he looks at himself in the mirror. His eyes are puffy from the work, his cheeks are losing their radiance, his hair still looks very much messy, and those ten Ohkuras drumming in his head has increased to twenty.
He has been hoping that he has someone to share his bad day with. Someone to hear his rants. Someone to wish him a happy birthday, especially when he has had a rough day. Mostly he wants someone to hug him tight and tells him that everything is okay.
And the next thing he knew, he’s curling like a foetus, crying silently.
My name is Matsumoto Jun. I’m naked, hungry, in pain, and tired. My life sucks. And I don’t know who I really am anymore.
He wakes up the next day in his bed. He doesn’t remember how he ended up being in bed. And he feels an arm across his belly.
That shocks him.
He turns around, almost violently, enough to wake the intruder up.
“Nino?”
“You were not answering the phone. It was off. I saw how empty you look during the photo shoot. And the whole day. You didn’t realise I was at the set talking to Nagayama for a while did you? And when I came, it freaked me out to see the door unlocked. What was it with that Matsujun?”
“What are you doing here?”
“To save you from yourself. Do you know how scared I was seeing you naked on the floor crying in your sleep? It would’ve been really sexy and tempting if you were awake, waiting for me, and not crying. What were you thinking?”
Jun doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what to do but to finally let go of his mask, to finally stop acting, and to finally let someone enters his life. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t do anything, he simply lets Nino draws him closer, simply lets Nino hug him tight, simply lets Nino tells him how everything is going to be fine.
"By the way, happy birthday Matsujun."
He knows Nino can feel his smiles. Because he feels Nino smiling on his shoulder too.
My name is Matsumoto Jun. I am an idol. Sometimes my life sucks. But I know I’m never alone.
End.
I hope you enjoyed.fufu