Pairing: JC and Justin
Words: letterhead; rumpled; prim; bleach
He was too hungry to think, and so Justin didn't really see the letter at first. But after he finished the microwave gourmet meal his dietician had made up for him, then frozen twenty of them for Justin's freezer, he noticed the letterhead on the top piece of mail his personal assistant had piled up for him.
JC's production company, and really, that was a joke, since JC did all of his own work, unlike Lance, who commanded a small army of minions.
Still, it was on top, and that meant his assistant had thought it was important, but not so important that it warranted bringing it to Justin's attention. Paul was good at knowing what not to bother him with; that was why Justin still employed him.
The tone of the letter was prim. Formal and stilted, avoiding mention of the real issue. 'We regret to inform you that Mr. Chasez will be unable to take on your project at this time.'
Which said everything. If the letter had been from Lance, Justin would have assumed that one of his minions had made a decision that Lance didn't know about, and called Lance to straighten things out. But JC didn't have minions. 'We' was JC.
He crumpled the letter in his hand, then straightened it out, looking at the rumpled paper again, rereading the words. 'We regret to inform you...' What the hell?
They'd been talking about his solo album for years. 'When you go solo...' He'd had it planned out, and although the plans had changed many times, he'd always known he wanted JC's help. No one had a better ear for what Justin was trying to say with his music, except maybe Wade, although given how *that* had turned out, he should never have collaborated with the spiky-haired bleached blonde choreographer in the first place. And maybe Nelly, because Justin was all about that kind of sound, and really, JC wasn't.
And so, yeah, they had drifted apart a lot musically. Justin knew that. But he still respected JC's opinion, even if it was a lot different than his. Why didn't JC understand that?
He carefully folded the crumpled letter and put it away. He needed to explain some things to JC, and make sure he understood that no matter who Justin Timberlake, Solo Artist, might be, he would still always be one of five, NSYNC for life.
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