Well here's a fic that appeared in my head the other day after seeing a couple of videos from CTK of last year, it's really short but I had to write it.
Title: Stranger
Pairing: no one
Genre: angst
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Definitly they are not mine...
Resume: Sometimes a little gesture makes a difference
Notes: My first fic in english so please excuse any ortographic mistake. All comments are welcome ^^
Stranger
Sometimes he really felt like he didn’t belong there, a strange sensation took over him when he listened to his bandmates talk…bandmates? When had he started to referred to his friends like that? When everything had become nothing more than a routine and his job seemed like the one from a stranger? The truth was that questions like that were hunting him since months ago.
When he thought that his time in LA had helped to open his eyes to discover the real importance in his live of his friends and his job he found that that the world he had returned to wasn’t the same, at least in his eyes, he felt out of place with his friends, there were stories he didn’t know, strange choreographies and songs that were planed for five people to sing…he felt like a stranger in a group that used to be his second family and that hurt him.
- Akanishi! This is the second time you make a mistake in that step! We don’t have all day – a furious choreographer scream to him from the other side of the rehearsing room.
- I’m sorry – he said looking at the ground.
He then felt a hand on his shoulder that made him look up to see who was.
- Don’t worry Jin, soon you’ll learn it. We have had more time to practice it.
- Thanks Kame – he said while a smile appears in his face.
It was true that he still felt extremely out of place but there were little gestures like this one, that made he remember the old times, when everything was simpler, and that allow him to feel that there was still a place for him inside of KAT-TUN, that there was still a place for him between his friends and in the heart of those that really matter to him.