promises [ one-shot!]
Title : Promises
Genre : Romance/Fluff
Rating : PG15
Pairing : Matsumiya
Disclaimer : I do NOT own Arashi. Sadly. Or Matsumiya would be married now. xP
Summary : Jun wanted to rush over to his apartment immediately when he wouldn't answer his calls. And he wanted to die when he finally got over to his apartment and saw him.
Notes: Prompt from jadenmd ! ' Either one is sick (could be Nino :P), and the other one takes care of him. :D I want petty fights kekeke |D'. Yeah, don't think I got the petty fight part correct... but its the best I could come up with? xD Oh, and cross posted to a lotta places. xD
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"Out! All of you!"
"But Matts-"
"You'll put the kitchen in flames before we even manage to get those pills down his throat, Aiba."
"Are you-"
"Yes Sho, I'm sure. Don't give me that look Riida, I know what I'm doing. I'd love for you guys to stay, but you have an early shoot tomorrow for Bartender, Aiba. You've been working non-stop for News Zero for the past week Sho, for gods sake go home and get some sleep. And Riida, you need to finish your part of the choreography for Lotus, or manager-san will never forgive you. Now go would you, I can handle this."
Nino rolled over in his bed, and groggily opened his eyes as the faint sounds of the conversation filtered through his blurry haze of mind. Why did his head pound so? And why was it so hot in his room? Did no one bothered to switch the air-conditioning on? Kicking off his covers, Nino started to get up to get the controller to his air conditioning, before changing his mind when his head swirled the moment he set up.
Whoah, this cannot be normal. Why did his forehead feel like he could cook an egg on it? The sounds of his door being closed, before footsteps approached his room. Seconds later, a gentle hand nudged him back to a lying postion (not that he fought much, he was trying not to throw up over said person's bedroom slippers), before the covers were pulled up to his chin again. "Good evening, brat. You've been asleep for half the day. Feel better yet?"
"Who are you?"
"Apparently not. Go back to sleep. I get the day off tomorrow, and Sho already texted manager-san that you're sick, so he's clearing your schedule for you tomorrow too. Good night." came that voice, that soft voice that seemed to soothe all of Nino's ruffled feathers. The last straw was a gentle brush of a stray lock of his hair away from his half-closed eyes, before sleep claimed him once again, his body desperate to push away the heat and the ache in them.
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The next time he turned to get himself in a more comfortable position, Nino groaned, and then yanked to pull a pillow over his eyes as the light penetrated the thin membrane covering his irises. To no avail, for once he was woken up it took a while before the brat would manage to fall back to sleep. Not to mention... God, why was it hot as purgatory in here?
Throwing off his covers, Nino blinked hard, before slowly opening his eyes. Had he been asleep? For how long?
"Since this afternoon, when you didn't show up for Shiyagare filming." came a voice from his doorway. Looking over, his eyes widened at the sight of Jun standing there holding a glass of water and a smug expression. A little too stunned to reply, the youngest apparently took his silence as consent, and walked over to press the glass in Nino's hands, before pulling the cover off the ground and folding it neatly on his bed. "Now, care to tell me why you were sick and didn't bother telling any of us?"
"I wasn-"
"None of that bullshit telling me you weren't sick, you knew you were. You looked like hell that morning when you entered the greenroom before your manager whisked you away."
"I wanted to-"
"Save us the trouble? Please Nino, what did we promise each other when we each moved out to stay on our own?"
"Still, you guys were all-"
"Busy? We will manage to clear our schedules somehow. At least if you've told us we wouldn't need to worry our heads off. You should've seen the panic Aiba was in. He almost killed himself trying to get to the car in his panic to get here when you didn't arrive to Shiyagare after half an hour."
"I di-"
"Know we'd be this panicked? Come on, Nino. Twelve years, and you can still say that? You got to be kidding me."
"I just-"
"Seri-"
"Would you shut up and let me talk for once!" Nino finally snapped, glaring in defiance at Jun for once, before finally downing his water and talking. "I knew I was sick, but I thought it was just a minor cold that seems to be going around these days. I took medication that morning and thought I would be fine. I didn't know I would just pass out on my bed and not wake up till now."
"Well you could've done by the right thing and told us in the first place! You didn't say a word!" Jun retorted, his anger in full force now. He was already displeased by how Nino seem to keep everything to himself, and had been trying to displace it earlier by lecturing Nino. But now that the elder one seemed adamant that he did the right thing, Jun couldn't be bothered keeping his temper in check. Did the stupid gamer did not see that they were worried for him?!
"I already said, I didn't want to worry you guys!"
"Well guess what, you did it anyway? So just lie here and get better before one of them decides it would be a good time to rush over without looking both ways on the road, because you worried them again." Jun retorted sharply, before swinging on his heel and walking out of the room in a huff. Sometimes, he really couldn't stand how Nino kept everything to himself. Wasn't his bandmates and friends there for a reason?
Growling to himself, he returned to the kitchen to watch over the simmering pot of porridge sitting on the stove, stirring the broth all whilst he muttered to himself. Five minutes later, he heard the shuffle of footsteps, before a stool was pulled back. "Hungry?" he asked without even looking up.
"Sorta."
Pulling up a bowl that had been sitting on the counter, he ladled a bowlful of the thick broth he had cooked, and sprinkled some soy sauce and pepper over it, before pushing it over to Nino, together with a small plastic bowl. "Eat those after you're done. They'll get rid of the last of your virus." he instructed curtly, before turning to turn off the fire at the stove, and cleared up the last messes of his cooking.
The silence remained for a while, the only sounds made from Nino eating or Jun cleaning. It was Nino who finally broke the silence.
"Ne, Jun-kun."
Silence.
"I really didn't mean it."
"That doesn't change anything!" he finally exploded, turning to turn a full-on glare at Nino. "Have you ever seen Sho's ashen face, heard Aiba's panicked squeak, or felt Riida's hand shiver when we found you so pale, cold sweat all over you in your apartment?" he explained, remembering all to clearly all that had happened.
"Have you ever felt shocking pain and indescribable terror in your chest when you see your boyfriend and love lying there not moving?" his voice had dropped to a whisper, and at those words, guilt pierced like a shaft through Nino's heart.
In all their 8 months of going out together, Nino had never felt guilt this deep, or this fierce before. And Jun's pale face, his eyes mirror-ing only slightly, the terror he had faced, only served to further solidify that guilt. Dropping his spoon, he quickly rushed over to wrap his shivering arms around Jun's waist, calming down only when he felt that comforting pair of arms embrace him in their own brand of need and want.
"I'm sorry, Jun-kun. So, so sorry. I truly didn't want any of you to worry."
"You promised me you'd take care of yourself when I agreed to let you stay yourself. You never take care of yourself. You let your meals slide, you don't sleep at proper hours, you take all sorts of junk as food-"
"I get it, I get it. I promise you I'll work harder at taking care of myself now, okay? I promise."
"Look at you. You're skin and bones. Please eat more, you little brat." Jun replied, pulling Nino tighter to him as he pressed a kiss on his head, before whispering. "Because I really don't want to lose you."
Genre : Romance/Fluff
Rating : PG15
Pairing : Matsumiya
Disclaimer : I do NOT own Arashi. Sadly. Or Matsumiya would be married now. xP
Summary : Jun wanted to rush over to his apartment immediately when he wouldn't answer his calls. And he wanted to die when he finally got over to his apartment and saw him.
Notes: Prompt from jadenmd ! ' Either one is sick (could be Nino :P), and the other one takes care of him. :D I want petty fights kekeke |D'. Yeah, don't think I got the petty fight part correct... but its the best I could come up with? xD Oh, and cross posted to a lotta places. xD
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"Out! All of you!"
"But Matts-"
"You'll put the kitchen in flames before we even manage to get those pills down his throat, Aiba."
"Are you-"
"Yes Sho, I'm sure. Don't give me that look Riida, I know what I'm doing. I'd love for you guys to stay, but you have an early shoot tomorrow for Bartender, Aiba. You've been working non-stop for News Zero for the past week Sho, for gods sake go home and get some sleep. And Riida, you need to finish your part of the choreography for Lotus, or manager-san will never forgive you. Now go would you, I can handle this."
Nino rolled over in his bed, and groggily opened his eyes as the faint sounds of the conversation filtered through his blurry haze of mind. Why did his head pound so? And why was it so hot in his room? Did no one bothered to switch the air-conditioning on? Kicking off his covers, Nino started to get up to get the controller to his air conditioning, before changing his mind when his head swirled the moment he set up.
Whoah, this cannot be normal. Why did his forehead feel like he could cook an egg on it? The sounds of his door being closed, before footsteps approached his room. Seconds later, a gentle hand nudged him back to a lying postion (not that he fought much, he was trying not to throw up over said person's bedroom slippers), before the covers were pulled up to his chin again. "Good evening, brat. You've been asleep for half the day. Feel better yet?"
"Who are you?"
"Apparently not. Go back to sleep. I get the day off tomorrow, and Sho already texted manager-san that you're sick, so he's clearing your schedule for you tomorrow too. Good night." came that voice, that soft voice that seemed to soothe all of Nino's ruffled feathers. The last straw was a gentle brush of a stray lock of his hair away from his half-closed eyes, before sleep claimed him once again, his body desperate to push away the heat and the ache in them.
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The next time he turned to get himself in a more comfortable position, Nino groaned, and then yanked to pull a pillow over his eyes as the light penetrated the thin membrane covering his irises. To no avail, for once he was woken up it took a while before the brat would manage to fall back to sleep. Not to mention... God, why was it hot as purgatory in here?
Throwing off his covers, Nino blinked hard, before slowly opening his eyes. Had he been asleep? For how long?
"Since this afternoon, when you didn't show up for Shiyagare filming." came a voice from his doorway. Looking over, his eyes widened at the sight of Jun standing there holding a glass of water and a smug expression. A little too stunned to reply, the youngest apparently took his silence as consent, and walked over to press the glass in Nino's hands, before pulling the cover off the ground and folding it neatly on his bed. "Now, care to tell me why you were sick and didn't bother telling any of us?"
"I wasn-"
"None of that bullshit telling me you weren't sick, you knew you were. You looked like hell that morning when you entered the greenroom before your manager whisked you away."
"I wanted to-"
"Save us the trouble? Please Nino, what did we promise each other when we each moved out to stay on our own?"
"Still, you guys were all-"
"Busy? We will manage to clear our schedules somehow. At least if you've told us we wouldn't need to worry our heads off. You should've seen the panic Aiba was in. He almost killed himself trying to get to the car in his panic to get here when you didn't arrive to Shiyagare after half an hour."
"I di-"
"Know we'd be this panicked? Come on, Nino. Twelve years, and you can still say that? You got to be kidding me."
"I just-"
"Seri-"
"Would you shut up and let me talk for once!" Nino finally snapped, glaring in defiance at Jun for once, before finally downing his water and talking. "I knew I was sick, but I thought it was just a minor cold that seems to be going around these days. I took medication that morning and thought I would be fine. I didn't know I would just pass out on my bed and not wake up till now."
"Well you could've done by the right thing and told us in the first place! You didn't say a word!" Jun retorted, his anger in full force now. He was already displeased by how Nino seem to keep everything to himself, and had been trying to displace it earlier by lecturing Nino. But now that the elder one seemed adamant that he did the right thing, Jun couldn't be bothered keeping his temper in check. Did the stupid gamer did not see that they were worried for him?!
"I already said, I didn't want to worry you guys!"
"Well guess what, you did it anyway? So just lie here and get better before one of them decides it would be a good time to rush over without looking both ways on the road, because you worried them again." Jun retorted sharply, before swinging on his heel and walking out of the room in a huff. Sometimes, he really couldn't stand how Nino kept everything to himself. Wasn't his bandmates and friends there for a reason?
Growling to himself, he returned to the kitchen to watch over the simmering pot of porridge sitting on the stove, stirring the broth all whilst he muttered to himself. Five minutes later, he heard the shuffle of footsteps, before a stool was pulled back. "Hungry?" he asked without even looking up.
"Sorta."
Pulling up a bowl that had been sitting on the counter, he ladled a bowlful of the thick broth he had cooked, and sprinkled some soy sauce and pepper over it, before pushing it over to Nino, together with a small plastic bowl. "Eat those after you're done. They'll get rid of the last of your virus." he instructed curtly, before turning to turn off the fire at the stove, and cleared up the last messes of his cooking.
The silence remained for a while, the only sounds made from Nino eating or Jun cleaning. It was Nino who finally broke the silence.
"Ne, Jun-kun."
Silence.
"I really didn't mean it."
"That doesn't change anything!" he finally exploded, turning to turn a full-on glare at Nino. "Have you ever seen Sho's ashen face, heard Aiba's panicked squeak, or felt Riida's hand shiver when we found you so pale, cold sweat all over you in your apartment?" he explained, remembering all to clearly all that had happened.
"Have you ever felt shocking pain and indescribable terror in your chest when you see your boyfriend and love lying there not moving?" his voice had dropped to a whisper, and at those words, guilt pierced like a shaft through Nino's heart.
In all their 8 months of going out together, Nino had never felt guilt this deep, or this fierce before. And Jun's pale face, his eyes mirror-ing only slightly, the terror he had faced, only served to further solidify that guilt. Dropping his spoon, he quickly rushed over to wrap his shivering arms around Jun's waist, calming down only when he felt that comforting pair of arms embrace him in their own brand of need and want.
"I'm sorry, Jun-kun. So, so sorry. I truly didn't want any of you to worry."
"You promised me you'd take care of yourself when I agreed to let you stay yourself. You never take care of yourself. You let your meals slide, you don't sleep at proper hours, you take all sorts of junk as food-"
"I get it, I get it. I promise you I'll work harder at taking care of myself now, okay? I promise."
"Look at you. You're skin and bones. Please eat more, you little brat." Jun replied, pulling Nino tighter to him as he pressed a kiss on his head, before whispering. "Because I really don't want to lose you."