My Story With Him (Jun) - Ongoing Fiction
Title: My story with Him
Rating: G
Member/Pairing: Jun Matsumoto
Author: qtkaye_1734/iemkhaye
Cross posted from Aibakaland
Introduction:
Naze?
Naze??
NAZEEEE!?!!?
Why? Why did I ended up being here, surrounded by people carrying a bunch of make up stuffs….and what on earth are they applying to my face?!? I look up in the sky and saw nothing but blue clouds, my hair flying while someone else fans me….seriously..NAZE!?!
As far as I remember, I’m just one of the many young 20-something (don’t want to reveal my age), who tries my best to avoid going under the poverty line of Tokyo. Though most of the people dreams at getting in here or to live here, it’s not as easy as what they think; why? Because this place eats you up, work your ass off and this is a place you can’t afford to stop working and be choosy at what type of job you want. I never actually liked why I ended up being who I am.
People call my cynical and negative….but how can you blame me? I work two or three shifts at odd jobs that I can handle, while I try my best to figure out ways how to survive this jungle place more known as Tokyo. Every day is a battle for me to put food on my plate and on my ailing mother, who because of her too weak body and depressive attitude forced me to work from a very young age. Well then you can’t blame me for hating the people whose only lives revolve around smiling and waving then getting a whopping pay checks, while we toil day and night to get something as equal as their minimum bonuses.
People call me defensive of my life for not letting people in….but how can you blame me!?! If you were the one in my shoes, whom at a very young age was left behind by my father and was rejected by the step-father you got…bullied from grade school for being too short, the loathed at high school being called so pretty or too annoying for girls’ eyes….what can you do? If you were me who have been hurt so many times by people who pretended to be my friends, you can’t blame me on putting this wall around me.
People call me man-hater, some even said that I will be the last person of my lineage….well SORRY…you can’t blame me for wanting to stop this dreaded family line I have with my choosing not to love, be involve or have a future with someone…let the poverty stop in my case. You can’t blame me for hating men when the only figure of a man that should’ve been in my life decided to walk out on me. Then the second one just saw me as a punching bag and lastly the only person I get to interact with is a demented creepy old man/geezer who lives across our house, who just day by day as I pass by in front of his house calls out for me to just say: “hey you’ve matured so much recently.” With a matching disgusting smile and eyes on my chest….creepy. So there, my track record with men are just disgusting.
So that’s me….a cynical single and rich people hating person who just want to pass each day, get food on my plate and sleep. But suddenly just after a night of weird events….I suddenly woke up ending up being here…..
In the middle of a crowd, with spot light burning my skin, but amazingly the makeup they put on my face never seemed to fade….people asking if I am comfortable with AD and photographers testing away….
“Ohayo…” a man greeted behind my back, making my eyes go wide and the hair behind my neck stand up…
Oh crap, that’s him….the reason why I ended up being like Barbie….wearing a sexy outfit that I feel totally uncomfortable with….never in my entire life had I imagined myself wearing this…
“Ok let’s start…..Hanachan…please smile more…” the photographer said as he focuses the cam on me…
What the hell, how can I smile if this guy is behind my back….what the!?!? What’s this….i look at my waist and felt goosebumps running on my spine….it’s his fingers running on my waist…I look up and he smiled tauntingly…
“nervous?” he joked with the flashy smile and teasing eyes…I looked away…and what on earth is he thinking?! Putting his chin on my neck…. “Come on…Hanachan, you’re name is hana, you should smile and be pretty…besides your name means flower remember?” he asked me with a huge smile…
“yeah!” I answered sarcastically, what is he talking about…..i heard him clear his throat….
“Then you should be pretty like a flower during spring and not a dead one like in fall.” He said sharply then started laughing….
“You’re such a jerk.” I answered with the most evil eye I can give.
“I know.” He replied, and I can’t believe him….
WHY WHY ON EARTH AM I DRAGGED HERE!?!
“Alright…let’s go…Hanachan we’re starting….” The photographer gave an ok sign…
“Don’t be nervous…” he said and hugged me tighter… “I’ll take care of you.”
“Whatever.” I replied…but that’s a lie, though I try to pretend this is not making me uncomfortable, it actually is….for him to be touching me like this, hugging me and his fingers stroking me….it all seemed too much for me….Now again why I ended up being here? Want to find out?...Well then follow me as I try to make senses of things and analyze what brought me here…in this photoshoot, with nearly 30 people working and eyes are on me, a person suddenly thrown in this world of glitz and glamour…with this annoyingly, sarcastic, too serious but surprisingly human…
The man known in the world as Matsumoto Jun.