Fic: E-Fail 5.5 (sho/jun)
Title: E-Fail 5.5
Word Count: 2,336
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor, Fluff
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened.
Summary: Jun’s great at planning things; Sho’s great at inadvertently ruining them.
A/N: GASP. A “chapter” that’s not told entirely in text message format! Hopefully this works, too. Thank you all for reading!!
Sho woke up an hour after his alarm was supposed to have gone off and panicked when he found his cell phone missing entirely. Flailing out of his sheets, which had somehow managed to wrap themselves twice around his shoulders - he really should get his sleeping patterns looked into - he quickly checked around the room. Maybe in a burst of sleep-whatever-the-hell-it-was-he-did, he had managed to knock the phone elsewhere? But his bedside table was empty save for the lamp and his wristwatch. The nook next to his window yielded the regular tangle of wires and dust bunnies, and Sho could only sigh in disappointment when the space under his bed revealed (closed) plastic storage bins, one (questionably) clean sock, and three (sadly, sadly unused) condoms.
Burglars! Sho thought (flailingly), and crept toward the kitchen.
“Burglars” turned out to be Jun, who stood next to the counter, hunched over Sho’s cell phone like it held the secrets of the universe. He appeared to be taking notes.
“What are you doing?” Sho asked in the loudest and most authoritative voice he could manage. He was only slightly pleased when Jun jumped about a foot in the air and dropped his pen. The image did not make him smirk at all.
Jun, to his credit, regained composure with a speed most people dreamed of having. In the span of a second he had shut Sho’s phone, picked up his pen, and spun around to lean against the refrigerator.
“What?” said Jun. He crossed his arms and jauntily popped a hip, raising an eyebrow in Sho’s direction, like it was Sho’s fault for walking in on him.
“That’s what I’m asking you!” Sho said, raising an eyebrow right back. “What are you doing with my phone?”
“Nothing!”
“It’s not nothing. At the very least you turned my alarm off.”
“Oh whatever, Sho, it’s Sunday.” Sho stalked closer and went to grab the notepad Jun had been scribbling on. Jun, in the middle of rolling his eyes, swiftly clutched the paper to his chest. “No!”
“What are you writing down, seriously?” In the past, girlfriends of his had snuck peeks at his cell phone, but they had thought... “Do you think I’m cheating on you or something? Because I’m not!”
Jun immediately looked apologetic. That was better. “No no no! No, I would never think that, I trust you, of course I trust you!”
“Then what?”
“I...can’t tell you. Right now.”
Sho sighed. “If you tell me, I’d be more inclined to let you keep looking.”
“I really, really can’t tell you,” Jun said, clearly frustrated with himself. “Why don’t you go get a bath running, and I’ll join you in a few minutes?”
That...was insanely tempting. “Give me my cell phone first.”
“...No?”
“Jun.”
“Damn it, fine.”
Phone now in hand, Sho relaxed and padded to the bathroom. He figured a nice, long bath might soften up Jun’s resolve and get him to talk. Whistling happily, he failed to notice Jun slowly banging his head against the refrigerator door.
+++
To: Ninomiya Kazunari
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Help!!
I tried to get the phone numbers, but Sho caught me, and now he’s suspicious and won’t let me near his cell.
Can you try to get them?
Please??
I managed to catch the first one on the contact list, but I don’t think Sho even likes this guy that much!!
+++
Jun wouldn’t talk in the bath, but bearing in mind what he did in lieu of talking, Sho still considered it a win. After that Jun acted completely normal, like he hadn’t been creeping around Sho’s stuff. Sho decided to be trusting. He let it go.
The next day he was walking into the VS Arashi green room when he felt a hand reach out and pat his ass.
“Mornin’ Nino.”
“Hey Sho-kun,” Nino saluted, curling into his usual spot on the couch. “While you’re up, would you mind grabbing me a coffee from the vending machine?”
“But you were just...yeah, okay, sure, I’ll be right back,” Sho said, turning around and walking back out the door. The vending machine was just down the hall; it wasn’t that big of a deal to do his lazy friend this one favor.
When he returned to the green room, no more than a minute later, Nino was staring straight ahead and patting his knees in some unrecognizable rhythmic pattern. Sho was about to sit down and hand Nino the coffee can when Nino smiled at him. Not usually a good sign.
“Thank you~! Oh, you know, I already had a coffee this morning, I actually wanted a decaf...” Nino said, reaching out to take the can anyway.
Sho frowned and started walking toward the door again. “I’ll go get you one.”
“No, really, it’s okay -”
“You get more handsy on caffeine. I’m getting you a decaf,” Sho said, already in the hallway.
When he returned to the green room, no more than a minute later, Nino had Sho’s cell phone open on his lap. He appeared to be taking notes.
Sho yelped indignantly.
Nino calmly closed Sho’s phone and slid the notepad he’d been writing on into his pocket. “Thanks again for the coffee~!” he chirped, grabbing the can from Sho’s stiff fingers.
“What are you doing?” Sho asked. How did Nino even get his cell phone? It was in his...back...pocket...
“Nothing!” Nino placed Sho’s phone gently into the hand where the coffee had been, and proceeded to act like absolutely nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Sho wondered if he was going crazy.
+++
To: Matsumoto Jun
From: Ninomiya Kazunari
Subject: Re: Help!!
No good, Jun-kun, I’ve been caught!!
On the plus side, I got two more numbers, and I’m pretty sure Sho-kun is paranoid we’re out to get him.
+++
To: Ninomiya Kazunari
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Re: Re: Help!!
That second one isn’t a plus.
+++
To: Matsumoto Jun
From: Ninomiya Kazunari
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Help!!
Sure it is.
+++
To: Aiba Masaki
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Help!!
I need you to get Keio numbers off of Sho’s cell tomorrow at your photo shoot.
Very important, Aiba-chan!
+++
It might have been temporary blindness from all of the camera flashes, but Sho could have sworn Aiba was rooting through his messenger bag off to the side of the set.
“Aiba-kun, what are you -”
“Nothing! I’m not doing anything, Sho-chan,” Aiba said, casually perching against a stepladder. Well, as casually as Aiba got when he was trying to be deliberately casual. He had one leg propped up like the Captain Morgan logo. “Go back to being all broody and distant!”
“Yes, Sakurai-san, please do!” said the photographer.
So Sho went back to being broody and distant, but he couldn’t help glancing in Aiba’s direction every so often. Aiba wasn’t doing anything overly suspicious, though - he chatted with some of the lighting crew, and with a woman from the makeup staff, and went to grab a bento at one point. Sho focused on the task at hand, then, and gave the photographer his full attention. The sooner he finished here, the sooner he could get back to his apartment. Jun would be waiting for him, and it was a pasta night.
Sho became so distracted by thoughts of Jun and wine and soft lighting that he didn’t realize the photographer was calling for a break until the third shriek of his name.
He smiled apologetically and walked over to the break area, where Aiba was most certainly clicking through Sho’s cell phone. He appeared to be taking notes.
Sho cleared his throat. Loudly. Aiba fell out of his chair.
“Oh, heeeey Sho-chan!” Aiba said, propping his leg back on the stepladder from his prone position on the floor. He shoved the phone into Sho’s bag, stuffed the post-it he was using down the front of his pants - where he must have known Sho would never follow - and immediately got up and started speed-walking to the middle of the studio. “Well I guess it’s my turn now gotta go bye!”
Sho looked at Aiba, then at his bag, then at Aiba again, and decided it wasn’t worth the effort of questioning. If my bandmates wanted to kill me, he thought, they would’ve done it years ago. He pulled his bag over his shoulder and went home for what turned out to be a decidedly lovely evening.
+++
To: Matsumoto Jun
From: Aiba Masaki
Subject: Re: Help!!
i couldn’t copy all of the numbers before sho-chan got back, but i did get the first 3!!!
+++
To: Aiba Masaki
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Re: Re: Help!!
...Those are the three I already have.
+++
To: Matsumoto Jun
From: Aiba Masaki
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Help!!
...oops?
+++
To: Ohno Satoshi
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Help!!
Leader, I’m sure you know the drill.
Please get me those phone numbers, ASAP.
+++
“Hi Sho-kun.”
“Oh, hello Ohno-kun!”
“What are you up to?”
“I’m just going over the script for Himitsu. Have you looked at it yet?”
“No...Can I see your cell phone?”
“What? Why?”
“...No reason.”
“Leader.”
“Ah...Never mind...I’ll see you later...”
Okay, Sho amended, if his bandmates wanted to kill him, they probably would’ve done it years ago.
+++
To: Matsumoto Jun
From: Ohno Satoshi
Subject: Re: Help!!
i tried.
+++
To: Ohno Satoshi
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Re: Re: Help!!
And...?
+++
To: Matsumoto Jun
From: Ohno Satoshi
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Help!!
and then i went fishing!
+++
To: Ohno Satoshi
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Help!!
Fucking A, Leader.
+++
Over the next week Sho saw attempts to get into his cell phone from his manager, the director of Himitsu no Arashi-chan, four Shiyagare staff members, Horikita Maki, and, in a very strange moment, Jun’s landlord.
No one would tell him what they were trying to do.
Jun continued to act normal enough, even though he was staring longingly at Sho’s ass more than usual. Sho suspected it was because he still kept his phone in his back pocket.
+++
Then, the day of Sho’s 29th birthday, it all stopped. Jun woke him up with omurice, a new digital camera, and a blowjob (not necessarily in that order), and everyone on the Himitsu set wished him a happy birthday, and Nino and Aiba and Ohno hugged him and gave him stupid, unusable birthday presents, and overall it was a fantastic day. Nobody - not one person - made to attack him or his bag in search of whatever it was they were trying to find. During filming Arashi led the entire studio audience in a rousing, offbeat version of the birthday song, and Sho nearly cried from all of the affection building inside of him, threatening to burst out.
Sho threw his arms around Jun’s and Nino’s shoulders on the way back to the dressing room, beaming with happiness and love.
“This is one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had,” he said, opening the door.
“SURPRISE!” yelled a single voice from inside.
“...Kenji-kun?” said Sho.
“Surprise,” deadpanned the rest of Arashi. Sho was baffled. He hadn’t seen Kenji since 2004. And for good reason.
“Sakurai-san, I actually can’t stay,” trilled Sho’s former Keio classmate and study partner. “I have very important things I need to be doing. In fact, I shouldn’t have come at all, but that guy with the eyebrows there -” Jun growled “- insisted he would hunt me down and drag me here himself if I didn’t show.” Sho blinked. “Anyway, good luck with your future, if this whole ‘idol’ thing even works out, blah blah, see ya.”
And Kenji was out the door.
“What just happened?” Sho asked.
“That,” said Jun, “was the build-up of two weeks of everyone trying to get the contact information for your friends from university, so that they could be here and surprise you for your birthday.”
“But you’re overly protective of your electronics, so we only managed to get three phone numbers,” said Nino, picking at his nails.
Suddenly the ass grabs and the covert missions to rifle through his things were making more sense. Sho would’ve been happy to let those roll off his back, because he’d fast discovered that most things in this career field were better left alone, but it was definitely nice to have an explanation.
“And Kenji-kun was the only one who could come?” he said, pouting a little. “I kind of hate that guy.”
“Yeah, we can see why,” said Aiba, flopping onto the couch and stretching his legs.
“The other two had to back out at the last minute because of their jobs,” said Jun, delicately sitting in the space Aiba wasn’t occupying. “Like, real jobs, presumably not at Douchebag Corporation.”
“But there’s cake,” said Ohno. “Let’s eat the cake!”
So they did.
+++
Later, after a “private sexy surprise party” as Aiba deemed it (which Jun smacked Aiba over the head for, repeatedly, during the cake eating), Sho and Jun were cuddled in Jun’s bed, on the verge of falling asleep.
“Jun?” Sho said quietly, brushing the hair out of Jun’s eyes. Jun hummed in response. “Thank you for today. I know you must be disappointed the party didn’t work out the way you wanted it to, but I really appreciate all of the effort you put in.” He could feel Jun smiling softly against his neck. Sho smiled in turn. “You didn’t have to do all that.”
“Sure I did,” said Jun.
“Oh? And why’s that?”
Jun sighed sleepily. “Because I’m head over heels in love with you. You moron,” he added, like an afterthought.
“Oh,” said Sho, certain he was blushing from head to toe. “Well. I’m...I’m very much in love with you, too.”
Jun kissed him lightly on the jaw, and then his breathing evened out, and then he was asleep.
Okay, Sho amended, grinning like the moron he was, this was the best birthday he’d ever had.
Word Count: 2,336
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor, Fluff
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened.
Summary: Jun’s great at planning things; Sho’s great at inadvertently ruining them.
A/N: GASP. A “chapter” that’s not told entirely in text message format! Hopefully this works, too. Thank you all for reading!!
Sho woke up an hour after his alarm was supposed to have gone off and panicked when he found his cell phone missing entirely. Flailing out of his sheets, which had somehow managed to wrap themselves twice around his shoulders - he really should get his sleeping patterns looked into - he quickly checked around the room. Maybe in a burst of sleep-whatever-the-hell-it-was-he-did, he had managed to knock the phone elsewhere? But his bedside table was empty save for the lamp and his wristwatch. The nook next to his window yielded the regular tangle of wires and dust bunnies, and Sho could only sigh in disappointment when the space under his bed revealed (closed) plastic storage bins, one (questionably) clean sock, and three (sadly, sadly unused) condoms.
Burglars! Sho thought (flailingly), and crept toward the kitchen.
“Burglars” turned out to be Jun, who stood next to the counter, hunched over Sho’s cell phone like it held the secrets of the universe. He appeared to be taking notes.
“What are you doing?” Sho asked in the loudest and most authoritative voice he could manage. He was only slightly pleased when Jun jumped about a foot in the air and dropped his pen. The image did not make him smirk at all.
Jun, to his credit, regained composure with a speed most people dreamed of having. In the span of a second he had shut Sho’s phone, picked up his pen, and spun around to lean against the refrigerator.
“What?” said Jun. He crossed his arms and jauntily popped a hip, raising an eyebrow in Sho’s direction, like it was Sho’s fault for walking in on him.
“That’s what I’m asking you!” Sho said, raising an eyebrow right back. “What are you doing with my phone?”
“Nothing!”
“It’s not nothing. At the very least you turned my alarm off.”
“Oh whatever, Sho, it’s Sunday.” Sho stalked closer and went to grab the notepad Jun had been scribbling on. Jun, in the middle of rolling his eyes, swiftly clutched the paper to his chest. “No!”
“What are you writing down, seriously?” In the past, girlfriends of his had snuck peeks at his cell phone, but they had thought... “Do you think I’m cheating on you or something? Because I’m not!”
Jun immediately looked apologetic. That was better. “No no no! No, I would never think that, I trust you, of course I trust you!”
“Then what?”
“I...can’t tell you. Right now.”
Sho sighed. “If you tell me, I’d be more inclined to let you keep looking.”
“I really, really can’t tell you,” Jun said, clearly frustrated with himself. “Why don’t you go get a bath running, and I’ll join you in a few minutes?”
That...was insanely tempting. “Give me my cell phone first.”
“...No?”
“Jun.”
“Damn it, fine.”
Phone now in hand, Sho relaxed and padded to the bathroom. He figured a nice, long bath might soften up Jun’s resolve and get him to talk. Whistling happily, he failed to notice Jun slowly banging his head against the refrigerator door.
+++
To: Ninomiya Kazunari
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Help!!
I tried to get the phone numbers, but Sho caught me, and now he’s suspicious and won’t let me near his cell.
Can you try to get them?
Please??
I managed to catch the first one on the contact list, but I don’t think Sho even likes this guy that much!!
+++
Jun wouldn’t talk in the bath, but bearing in mind what he did in lieu of talking, Sho still considered it a win. After that Jun acted completely normal, like he hadn’t been creeping around Sho’s stuff. Sho decided to be trusting. He let it go.
The next day he was walking into the VS Arashi green room when he felt a hand reach out and pat his ass.
“Mornin’ Nino.”
“Hey Sho-kun,” Nino saluted, curling into his usual spot on the couch. “While you’re up, would you mind grabbing me a coffee from the vending machine?”
“But you were just...yeah, okay, sure, I’ll be right back,” Sho said, turning around and walking back out the door. The vending machine was just down the hall; it wasn’t that big of a deal to do his lazy friend this one favor.
When he returned to the green room, no more than a minute later, Nino was staring straight ahead and patting his knees in some unrecognizable rhythmic pattern. Sho was about to sit down and hand Nino the coffee can when Nino smiled at him. Not usually a good sign.
“Thank you~! Oh, you know, I already had a coffee this morning, I actually wanted a decaf...” Nino said, reaching out to take the can anyway.
Sho frowned and started walking toward the door again. “I’ll go get you one.”
“No, really, it’s okay -”
“You get more handsy on caffeine. I’m getting you a decaf,” Sho said, already in the hallway.
When he returned to the green room, no more than a minute later, Nino had Sho’s cell phone open on his lap. He appeared to be taking notes.
Sho yelped indignantly.
Nino calmly closed Sho’s phone and slid the notepad he’d been writing on into his pocket. “Thanks again for the coffee~!” he chirped, grabbing the can from Sho’s stiff fingers.
“What are you doing?” Sho asked. How did Nino even get his cell phone? It was in his...back...pocket...
“Nothing!” Nino placed Sho’s phone gently into the hand where the coffee had been, and proceeded to act like absolutely nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Sho wondered if he was going crazy.
+++
To: Matsumoto Jun
From: Ninomiya Kazunari
Subject: Re: Help!!
No good, Jun-kun, I’ve been caught!!
On the plus side, I got two more numbers, and I’m pretty sure Sho-kun is paranoid we’re out to get him.
+++
To: Ninomiya Kazunari
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Re: Re: Help!!
That second one isn’t a plus.
+++
To: Matsumoto Jun
From: Ninomiya Kazunari
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Help!!
Sure it is.
+++
To: Aiba Masaki
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Help!!
I need you to get Keio numbers off of Sho’s cell tomorrow at your photo shoot.
Very important, Aiba-chan!
+++
It might have been temporary blindness from all of the camera flashes, but Sho could have sworn Aiba was rooting through his messenger bag off to the side of the set.
“Aiba-kun, what are you -”
“Nothing! I’m not doing anything, Sho-chan,” Aiba said, casually perching against a stepladder. Well, as casually as Aiba got when he was trying to be deliberately casual. He had one leg propped up like the Captain Morgan logo. “Go back to being all broody and distant!”
“Yes, Sakurai-san, please do!” said the photographer.
So Sho went back to being broody and distant, but he couldn’t help glancing in Aiba’s direction every so often. Aiba wasn’t doing anything overly suspicious, though - he chatted with some of the lighting crew, and with a woman from the makeup staff, and went to grab a bento at one point. Sho focused on the task at hand, then, and gave the photographer his full attention. The sooner he finished here, the sooner he could get back to his apartment. Jun would be waiting for him, and it was a pasta night.
Sho became so distracted by thoughts of Jun and wine and soft lighting that he didn’t realize the photographer was calling for a break until the third shriek of his name.
He smiled apologetically and walked over to the break area, where Aiba was most certainly clicking through Sho’s cell phone. He appeared to be taking notes.
Sho cleared his throat. Loudly. Aiba fell out of his chair.
“Oh, heeeey Sho-chan!” Aiba said, propping his leg back on the stepladder from his prone position on the floor. He shoved the phone into Sho’s bag, stuffed the post-it he was using down the front of his pants - where he must have known Sho would never follow - and immediately got up and started speed-walking to the middle of the studio. “Well I guess it’s my turn now gotta go bye!”
Sho looked at Aiba, then at his bag, then at Aiba again, and decided it wasn’t worth the effort of questioning. If my bandmates wanted to kill me, he thought, they would’ve done it years ago. He pulled his bag over his shoulder and went home for what turned out to be a decidedly lovely evening.
+++
To: Matsumoto Jun
From: Aiba Masaki
Subject: Re: Help!!
i couldn’t copy all of the numbers before sho-chan got back, but i did get the first 3!!!
+++
To: Aiba Masaki
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Re: Re: Help!!
...Those are the three I already have.
+++
To: Matsumoto Jun
From: Aiba Masaki
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Help!!
...oops?
+++
To: Ohno Satoshi
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Help!!
Leader, I’m sure you know the drill.
Please get me those phone numbers, ASAP.
+++
“Hi Sho-kun.”
“Oh, hello Ohno-kun!”
“What are you up to?”
“I’m just going over the script for Himitsu. Have you looked at it yet?”
“No...Can I see your cell phone?”
“What? Why?”
“...No reason.”
“Leader.”
“Ah...Never mind...I’ll see you later...”
Okay, Sho amended, if his bandmates wanted to kill him, they probably would’ve done it years ago.
+++
To: Matsumoto Jun
From: Ohno Satoshi
Subject: Re: Help!!
i tried.
+++
To: Ohno Satoshi
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Re: Re: Help!!
And...?
+++
To: Matsumoto Jun
From: Ohno Satoshi
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Help!!
and then i went fishing!
+++
To: Ohno Satoshi
From: Matsumoto Jun
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Help!!
Fucking A, Leader.
+++
Over the next week Sho saw attempts to get into his cell phone from his manager, the director of Himitsu no Arashi-chan, four Shiyagare staff members, Horikita Maki, and, in a very strange moment, Jun’s landlord.
No one would tell him what they were trying to do.
Jun continued to act normal enough, even though he was staring longingly at Sho’s ass more than usual. Sho suspected it was because he still kept his phone in his back pocket.
+++
Then, the day of Sho’s 29th birthday, it all stopped. Jun woke him up with omurice, a new digital camera, and a blowjob (not necessarily in that order), and everyone on the Himitsu set wished him a happy birthday, and Nino and Aiba and Ohno hugged him and gave him stupid, unusable birthday presents, and overall it was a fantastic day. Nobody - not one person - made to attack him or his bag in search of whatever it was they were trying to find. During filming Arashi led the entire studio audience in a rousing, offbeat version of the birthday song, and Sho nearly cried from all of the affection building inside of him, threatening to burst out.
Sho threw his arms around Jun’s and Nino’s shoulders on the way back to the dressing room, beaming with happiness and love.
“This is one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had,” he said, opening the door.
“SURPRISE!” yelled a single voice from inside.
“...Kenji-kun?” said Sho.
“Surprise,” deadpanned the rest of Arashi. Sho was baffled. He hadn’t seen Kenji since 2004. And for good reason.
“Sakurai-san, I actually can’t stay,” trilled Sho’s former Keio classmate and study partner. “I have very important things I need to be doing. In fact, I shouldn’t have come at all, but that guy with the eyebrows there -” Jun growled “- insisted he would hunt me down and drag me here himself if I didn’t show.” Sho blinked. “Anyway, good luck with your future, if this whole ‘idol’ thing even works out, blah blah, see ya.”
And Kenji was out the door.
“What just happened?” Sho asked.
“That,” said Jun, “was the build-up of two weeks of everyone trying to get the contact information for your friends from university, so that they could be here and surprise you for your birthday.”
“But you’re overly protective of your electronics, so we only managed to get three phone numbers,” said Nino, picking at his nails.
Suddenly the ass grabs and the covert missions to rifle through his things were making more sense. Sho would’ve been happy to let those roll off his back, because he’d fast discovered that most things in this career field were better left alone, but it was definitely nice to have an explanation.
“And Kenji-kun was the only one who could come?” he said, pouting a little. “I kind of hate that guy.”
“Yeah, we can see why,” said Aiba, flopping onto the couch and stretching his legs.
“The other two had to back out at the last minute because of their jobs,” said Jun, delicately sitting in the space Aiba wasn’t occupying. “Like, real jobs, presumably not at Douchebag Corporation.”
“But there’s cake,” said Ohno. “Let’s eat the cake!”
So they did.
+++
Later, after a “private sexy surprise party” as Aiba deemed it (which Jun smacked Aiba over the head for, repeatedly, during the cake eating), Sho and Jun were cuddled in Jun’s bed, on the verge of falling asleep.
“Jun?” Sho said quietly, brushing the hair out of Jun’s eyes. Jun hummed in response. “Thank you for today. I know you must be disappointed the party didn’t work out the way you wanted it to, but I really appreciate all of the effort you put in.” He could feel Jun smiling softly against his neck. Sho smiled in turn. “You didn’t have to do all that.”
“Sure I did,” said Jun.
“Oh? And why’s that?”
Jun sighed sleepily. “Because I’m head over heels in love with you. You moron,” he added, like an afterthought.
“Oh,” said Sho, certain he was blushing from head to toe. “Well. I’m...I’m very much in love with you, too.”
Jun kissed him lightly on the jaw, and then his breathing evened out, and then he was asleep.
Okay, Sho amended, grinning like the moron he was, this was the best birthday he’d ever had.