Socks
× Title: Socks
× Author: Me~ kitkatgrl16
× Length: One-shot (511 words)
× Pairing: Junba
× Rating: PG
× Genre: Fluff (is Fluff a genre?)
× Disclaimer: I own neither of these wonderful men, nor do I own Arashi or the hinted-at Shimura Doubutsuen TV show. o u o
× Summary: Aiba goes to wind down after a day working with animals, cutting in on Jun's dinner time.
FLUFF! Mostly for Aibasilly@twitter and I, in order to recover from a beautifully written, suddenly angsty Junba fanfiction written by cry1baby.
It honestly took me way too long to finish this, considering it's length. ._.
Hope ya'll enjoy! :D
And no, the title has nothing to do with the story. |D
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“I’m ho~me…” Aiba mumbled as he flopped face first on Jun’s couch.
“It isn’t your home.” Jun replied, emerging from his kitchen. He had been making a small serving of pasta for himself, seeing how it was nearly the typical person’s dinner time. “Why’d you come over?” he asked, “Done with work?”
“Mhmm.” Aiba grunted, clearly exhausted from his day’s work. The puppies wouldn’t stop climbing on me…”
“Puppies?” Jun inquired quizzically, “Aren’t puppies tiny?”
“Not Great Dane puppies.”
“Oh. I see.” Jun nonchalantly turned back into his kitchen, catching up the boiling pot of noodles and quickly draining them in the sink. Aiba continued mumbling into the couch, oblivious to Jun’s absence.
Jun smiled gently. Aiba wouldn’t notice he had left even if he were to be smacked over the head with a bat. He stirred the simmering sauce in his skillet, then turned and poured the little helping onto the waiting noodles. He set the pan next to the pot, and reached over to his small window herb garden, and plucked a couple choice garnishes to complete his plate. Then, before partaking in his small meal, he quickly rinsed his pans and set them in his compact dishwasher.
He then plopped down next to Aiba, pasta in hand, and began to eat. Aiba’s groaning halted, and he lifted his head enough to gaze at Jun’s dish.
“I want some of tha~t,” Aiba whined, his stomach chiming in with a grumble to back him up.
“Then go make some,” Jun replied, fork mid-air, “There’s just enough for me. You know that’s how I cook.”
“Awwww, can’t I just have a bite? I love Jun’s cooking,” Aiba stared at Jun up through his fringe, puppy-dog eyes on full blast.
Jun knew that Aiba knew that he couldn’t resist Aiba’s puppy eyes. Yet he told himself he wouldn’t give in. He would stay firm and make Aiba cook his own food for once. He would-
“Here,” he said, holding his loaded fork out.
“Yay!” Aiba leaned up on his elbows, leaned forward, and bit off of Jun’s fork.
Jun stiffened when he realized that he had fed Aiba, but got another small bite for him and offered his fork to Aiba again.
“Say ‘A~n’.”
Aiba faintly blushed, yet did as he told, opening his mouth so Jun could feed him once more.
Then Jun sat back and finally started to eat, “Okay, that’s all for no~w.”
Aiba snapped out of his moment, “Aww, no fair,” he said frowning. Jun just smirked at him, the thought of how cute Aiba was being momentarily entering his mind.
“Eh, that’s fine,” said Aiba, resigning to Jun’s decision and getting up off the couch, “I’ll go make something.” Aiba walked into the kitchen, the appeared around the corner of the kitchen door, winking, “I’m sure you don’t mind me experimenting in your kitchen a little, do you?”
Jun jumped off his couch as Aiba disappeared once more into the kitchen, leaving his pasta on his coffee table, where it stayed untouched for the next few hours.
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Leave a comment if you're so inclined, and I hope you enjoyed! :D
× Author: Me~ kitkatgrl16
× Length: One-shot (511 words)
× Pairing: Junba
× Rating: PG
× Genre: Fluff (is Fluff a genre?)
× Disclaimer: I own neither of these wonderful men, nor do I own Arashi or the hinted-at Shimura Doubutsuen TV show. o u o
× Summary: Aiba goes to wind down after a day working with animals, cutting in on Jun's dinner time.
FLUFF! Mostly for Aibasilly@twitter and I, in order to recover from a beautifully written, suddenly angsty Junba fanfiction written by cry1baby.
It honestly took me way too long to finish this, considering it's length. ._.
Hope ya'll enjoy! :D
And no, the title has nothing to do with the story. |D
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“I’m ho~me…” Aiba mumbled as he flopped face first on Jun’s couch.
“It isn’t your home.” Jun replied, emerging from his kitchen. He had been making a small serving of pasta for himself, seeing how it was nearly the typical person’s dinner time. “Why’d you come over?” he asked, “Done with work?”
“Mhmm.” Aiba grunted, clearly exhausted from his day’s work. The puppies wouldn’t stop climbing on me…”
“Puppies?” Jun inquired quizzically, “Aren’t puppies tiny?”
“Not Great Dane puppies.”
“Oh. I see.” Jun nonchalantly turned back into his kitchen, catching up the boiling pot of noodles and quickly draining them in the sink. Aiba continued mumbling into the couch, oblivious to Jun’s absence.
Jun smiled gently. Aiba wouldn’t notice he had left even if he were to be smacked over the head with a bat. He stirred the simmering sauce in his skillet, then turned and poured the little helping onto the waiting noodles. He set the pan next to the pot, and reached over to his small window herb garden, and plucked a couple choice garnishes to complete his plate. Then, before partaking in his small meal, he quickly rinsed his pans and set them in his compact dishwasher.
He then plopped down next to Aiba, pasta in hand, and began to eat. Aiba’s groaning halted, and he lifted his head enough to gaze at Jun’s dish.
“I want some of tha~t,” Aiba whined, his stomach chiming in with a grumble to back him up.
“Then go make some,” Jun replied, fork mid-air, “There’s just enough for me. You know that’s how I cook.”
“Awwww, can’t I just have a bite? I love Jun’s cooking,” Aiba stared at Jun up through his fringe, puppy-dog eyes on full blast.
Jun knew that Aiba knew that he couldn’t resist Aiba’s puppy eyes. Yet he told himself he wouldn’t give in. He would stay firm and make Aiba cook his own food for once. He would-
“Here,” he said, holding his loaded fork out.
“Yay!” Aiba leaned up on his elbows, leaned forward, and bit off of Jun’s fork.
Jun stiffened when he realized that he had fed Aiba, but got another small bite for him and offered his fork to Aiba again.
“Say ‘A~n’.”
Aiba faintly blushed, yet did as he told, opening his mouth so Jun could feed him once more.
Then Jun sat back and finally started to eat, “Okay, that’s all for no~w.”
Aiba snapped out of his moment, “Aww, no fair,” he said frowning. Jun just smirked at him, the thought of how cute Aiba was being momentarily entering his mind.
“Eh, that’s fine,” said Aiba, resigning to Jun’s decision and getting up off the couch, “I’ll go make something.” Aiba walked into the kitchen, the appeared around the corner of the kitchen door, winking, “I’m sure you don’t mind me experimenting in your kitchen a little, do you?”
Jun jumped off his couch as Aiba disappeared once more into the kitchen, leaving his pasta on his coffee table, where it stayed untouched for the next few hours.
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Leave a comment if you're so inclined, and I hope you enjoyed! :D