4 Times Arashi ‘borrows’ Jun’s clothes
Title: 4 Times Arashi ‘borrows’ Jun’s clothes
Author: stormytwilight
Rating: T
Pairing: Jun X Ohno, a touch of Arashi rabu2x
Genre: fluff, implied smut
Word Count: 1,693
Length: Drabble
Disclaimer: Do you think Arashi would still be in Japan if I own them? No. No, they wouldn’t.
Summary: See title. Yes, fashion brings out the sadist in Matsujun. XP
AN: This is prompt no. 21 for resolute_reader’s Matsu-thon. I could giggle. I made Jun too much of a sadist and he got a bit morbid. Sorry! I actually am terrified of crossing him now. XDD ♥
1.
Jun was rifling through his duffel bag to find something suitable to warm him up on a night-out with his band mates when he realized something was wrong.
“Where is my brand-new Ralph Lauren scarf?” Jun said in panic, lifting his bag and dumping all the contents onto his bed. He could see his Emporio Armani perfume, his Kenneth Cole coat and his Marc Jacobs polo shirt, all of which had caused him thousands of Yen, but where was his precious scarf?
And then Jun remembered. Hours ago, while he was so engrossed studying the concert plans in his room, he distinctly heard his roommate wailing something about his pet hamster wetting on his bed and smelling very horrible. As soon as he realized it what would have happened to his lost RL scarf, his immense alarm over it turned into fiery rage.
“AIBA!!!”
***
When Aiba went to the hotel room he shared with Jun, he was surprised to find that a cat had gotten inside.
“Kitty? What’re you doing here?” Aiba said, approaching the cat delightedly. He just loved animals. “Who’s your owner?”
He stroked the cat’s white fur softly. The cat burped.
“Nani--?” Aiba said in shock, staring at the familiar brown fur that fell from the cat’s mouth when it burped. “HAMSTER-CHAN?”
2.
It late at night and Jun was just waiting for sleep to take him away into dreamland. He flipped through the channels in the television, searching for a boring show that could make him fall asleep in no time.
“Oh! It’s Sho-kun,” Jun said, suddenly sitting up straight upon seeing his band mate on a televised red carpet premiere. “There’s something… different about him.”
“…No, I got it from the designer itself,” Sho was saying on T.V., addressing the reporter talking to him.
“But that suit is exquisite. You have such good taste, Sakurai-san,” the reporter replied, openly admiring Sho’s attire in awe.
It was only then when Jun realized, that Sho’s suit looked entirely familiar. With wide eyes, Jun stood up from his bed, crossed the room to his huge closet and threw open the doors. After only a second or so, he knew at once that someone had gone through his clothes. And took something as well, namely his precious black suit that he had received as a special gift at fashion designers of one of his recent dramas. Jun hadn’t even used it yet!
“That bastard,” he growled at the television, shooting daggers at his band mate going all smiles in front of the camera and strutting his beautiful and crisp designer suit. “Sakurai Sho, you’re going to pay.”
With the television still on, he took out his box of old pictures and found the photo he was looking for. It was a picture of Sho, in his most embarrassing pose when they were just juniors. Sho hated that picture.
An evil grin on his face, he said, “Now where did I put my scanner?”
3.
“How about I do some magic to lose the tension everyone?” Nino said, displaying a huge and dazzling smile at the interviewer of the magazine.
“Yes, please,” the interviewer said eagerly, his pen and paper already set on his lap.
“Hai,” Nino said brightly, taking out a pair of scissors from his bag. He looked around at his band mates. “Did anyone bring a piece of extra clothing?”
“Nope,” Aiba said, shaking his head and inching far away from his seatmate at the mention of clothes.
“No, sorry,” Sho said, glancing at the person beside Aiba before shaking his head at Nino.
“Riida?” Nino prompted hopefully.
Ohno replied with a tiny jerk of his head.
Everyone, including the interviewer, turned to the sulking Jun. They all knew, because of his vanity, that Jun never left the house without bringing a back-up shirt or pants. It was common knowledge.
“How about you, Matsujun?” Nino asked, squinting his eyes at the gray bag hanging by Jun’s chair. “Did you bring extra clothes?”
Jun narrowed his eyes at Nino. “What if I say yes?”
“Let me borrow!” Nino said, extending his arm out at Jun’s frowning face.
”No.” Jun glared at Aiba and Sho by his side and took in the satisfaction of them cowering at the sight of his angry face and hastily looking away.
“I won’t ruin your clothes,” Nino promised earnestly. “Come on, do it for interviewer-san, Matsujun.”
Jun glowered at Nino for a full half-minute. But whatever Jun did, he knew Nino wouldn’t stop his persistency. It was also common knowledge that Nino wasn’t afraid of the Do-S banchou, being an extreme sadist himself.
“Fine,” Jun said, tugging a pair of stylish jeans from his bag. “You take care of these, Nino. They’re very expensive, probably costing much more than your Nintendo DS. It’s rare, too. Most likely, they don’t sell this style anymore.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Nino said, brushing away Jun’s sermon like he didn’t care. He didn’t really.
“They’re my favorite pair,” Jun pressed on, his angry stare not wavering. Then he glanced furtively at Ohno’s direction and added in a soft, threatening voice, “You know what I’d do if you destroy these, right?”
“I know! I know!” Nino said, rolling his eyes and snatching the pair of jeans from Jun’s grip before he could go on any further. He then looked up at the interviewer, smiling.
The interviewer looked quite terrified for some reason. “Maybe it isn’t a good idea to use Matsumoto-san’s clothing.”
“It’ll be fine!” Nino assured him, waving the scissors in the air in his hand. And without warning, he started cutting up the jeans with the razor-sharp scissors.
Jun winced in response. It pained him to see his clothes getting destroyed like this. “Aurgh,” he groaned.
“Stop!” Aiba said, suddenly holding Nino’s arm.
Nino ignored him.
“Nino! Stop!” Aiba pleaded, shaking Nino’s arm.
“Don’t lose my rhythm!” Nino snapped, continuing to cut up Jun’s dark-washed jeans.
Aiba pulled the pair of sliced jeans from Nino’s hand and there was aloud ripping sound, a terrible sound that signified that something went wrong.
Nino’s eyes widened. Aiba gasped. Sho gulped. The interviewer whimpered. Jun emitted a low growl.
“I wasn’t supposed to cut that part!” Nino exclaimed, staring accusingly at Aiba. “I won’t be able to fix that up!”
“Aiba. Nino.” Jun said softly, breathing heavily like he was trying to contain himself from doing anything drastic in front of the interviewer.
“What?” Nino challenged Jun, unaffected by the scary aura he was conveying.
Jun glared fiercely at him and then glanced at Ohno, quiet and observing the unfolding scene. His expression lightened. “Riida, go over to my house later, okay? I’ll cook you dinner.”
Ohno smiled up at him. He loved Jun’s cooking. “Okay.”
A groan escaped Nino. “Clothes brings out the sadist in him.”
4.
“Good morning.”
Jun opened his eyes to find Ohno above him, looking cute as he bit his lower lip softly. “Hey,” he said, smiling brightly.
“I think I did something wrong,” Ohno said guiltily as Jun sat up to lay a kiss on his pouting lips.
“What?” Jun asked, not really minding whatever Ohno did. It was Ohno. That was reason enough.
“I borrowed your shirt,” Ohno said quietly, looking down at his attire.
Jun saw the white button-up polo that Ohno wore, the only thing that Ohno wore. “It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong,” he said, hands going around his small waist.
“But, I stained it with a bit of paint when I tried to paint a while ago,” Ohno explained sheepishly, pointing at the stain hesitantly. His shirt was slightly covered with blue and violet paint splatters.
His eyes flickered to the paint and then glanced at Ohno. “It’s okay,” he repeated, smiling, leaning forward once more to kiss Ohno again. He really didn’t mind Ohno ruining his polo.
“Really?” Ohno asked, his pout becoming more pronounced.
“Trust me,” Jun said. Finally Ohno’s pout disappeared and he was able to kiss him properly this time.
“Well, that’s unfair,” someone said from the doorway.
Jun broke away from Ohno’s soft lips and looked over his shoulder. Nino was standing, arms crossed, by the room’s threshold. Aiba and Sho appeared by his shoulders, frowning.
“What?” Jun asked. “Everyone has a soft spot for Riida.”
“You’re so unfair, Matsujun,” Aiba said, hands on his hips.
“Yeah, that’s why it’s time to get back at you,” Sho said, sharing a smirk with Nino and Aiba.
“Come and get me,” Jun said, all too willingly, knowing what was on their minds.
BONUS:
“Ne, Matsujun.”
“What?” Jun opened his eyes to see all four of his naked band mates shifting through his all-too popular closet.
“Can we borrow clothes? Ours are all crumpled up,” Aiba said, holding up a crisp pair of white pants in front of him.
Jun groaned and buried his face in a pillow.
“Come on,” Nino said in the middle of choosing a yellow shirt and a red one. “We’re asking properly here. Allow us already.”
“Fine,” Jun said, nodding feebly in their direction. He couldn’t fight them off even if he tried. The match was four against one.
“We’re going to be the best-dressed group once we go to the jimusho in Matsujun’s clothes,” Sho commented, slipping on a pair of black patented leather boots.
“Now, isn’t that exciting?” Nino said almost sarcastically. “Oi, Matsujun, help Riida dress up will you?”
Jun looked over at Ohno, looking confused as he fumbled with the buttons of a lavender polo. He grinned, rolled of the bed and limped over to Ohno. “You do it this way, Riida,” he said, fixing up the polo. Jun glanced around at his friends. “And, Nino, pink and red looks ugly together. Remove the tie. Sho-kun, fold up the jeans a bit to show the boots. Aiba, that looks good but putting a belt will make it look better.”
Sho was grinning. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? So, not only do clothes bring out the sadist in Matsujun. It also brings out the goodness in him.”
Everyone burst out laughing until they all received a head-smack from Jun.
“Urusai!”
“Hey! You forgot to hit Riida!”
END
AN: What do you think? I think I overdosed the Do-S quality of Jun. :P Lol. Comments and criticisms are deeply appreciated. ♥
Author: stormytwilight
Rating: T
Pairing: Jun X Ohno, a touch of Arashi rabu2x
Genre: fluff, implied smut
Word Count: 1,693
Length: Drabble
Disclaimer: Do you think Arashi would still be in Japan if I own them? No. No, they wouldn’t.
Summary: See title. Yes, fashion brings out the sadist in Matsujun. XP
AN: This is prompt no. 21 for resolute_reader’s Matsu-thon. I could giggle. I made Jun too much of a sadist and he got a bit morbid. Sorry! I actually am terrified of crossing him now. XDD ♥
1.
Jun was rifling through his duffel bag to find something suitable to warm him up on a night-out with his band mates when he realized something was wrong.
“Where is my brand-new Ralph Lauren scarf?” Jun said in panic, lifting his bag and dumping all the contents onto his bed. He could see his Emporio Armani perfume, his Kenneth Cole coat and his Marc Jacobs polo shirt, all of which had caused him thousands of Yen, but where was his precious scarf?
And then Jun remembered. Hours ago, while he was so engrossed studying the concert plans in his room, he distinctly heard his roommate wailing something about his pet hamster wetting on his bed and smelling very horrible. As soon as he realized it what would have happened to his lost RL scarf, his immense alarm over it turned into fiery rage.
“AIBA!!!”
***
When Aiba went to the hotel room he shared with Jun, he was surprised to find that a cat had gotten inside.
“Kitty? What’re you doing here?” Aiba said, approaching the cat delightedly. He just loved animals. “Who’s your owner?”
He stroked the cat’s white fur softly. The cat burped.
“Nani--?” Aiba said in shock, staring at the familiar brown fur that fell from the cat’s mouth when it burped. “HAMSTER-CHAN?”
2.
It late at night and Jun was just waiting for sleep to take him away into dreamland. He flipped through the channels in the television, searching for a boring show that could make him fall asleep in no time.
“Oh! It’s Sho-kun,” Jun said, suddenly sitting up straight upon seeing his band mate on a televised red carpet premiere. “There’s something… different about him.”
“…No, I got it from the designer itself,” Sho was saying on T.V., addressing the reporter talking to him.
“But that suit is exquisite. You have such good taste, Sakurai-san,” the reporter replied, openly admiring Sho’s attire in awe.
It was only then when Jun realized, that Sho’s suit looked entirely familiar. With wide eyes, Jun stood up from his bed, crossed the room to his huge closet and threw open the doors. After only a second or so, he knew at once that someone had gone through his clothes. And took something as well, namely his precious black suit that he had received as a special gift at fashion designers of one of his recent dramas. Jun hadn’t even used it yet!
“That bastard,” he growled at the television, shooting daggers at his band mate going all smiles in front of the camera and strutting his beautiful and crisp designer suit. “Sakurai Sho, you’re going to pay.”
With the television still on, he took out his box of old pictures and found the photo he was looking for. It was a picture of Sho, in his most embarrassing pose when they were just juniors. Sho hated that picture.
An evil grin on his face, he said, “Now where did I put my scanner?”
3.
“How about I do some magic to lose the tension everyone?” Nino said, displaying a huge and dazzling smile at the interviewer of the magazine.
“Yes, please,” the interviewer said eagerly, his pen and paper already set on his lap.
“Hai,” Nino said brightly, taking out a pair of scissors from his bag. He looked around at his band mates. “Did anyone bring a piece of extra clothing?”
“Nope,” Aiba said, shaking his head and inching far away from his seatmate at the mention of clothes.
“No, sorry,” Sho said, glancing at the person beside Aiba before shaking his head at Nino.
“Riida?” Nino prompted hopefully.
Ohno replied with a tiny jerk of his head.
Everyone, including the interviewer, turned to the sulking Jun. They all knew, because of his vanity, that Jun never left the house without bringing a back-up shirt or pants. It was common knowledge.
“How about you, Matsujun?” Nino asked, squinting his eyes at the gray bag hanging by Jun’s chair. “Did you bring extra clothes?”
Jun narrowed his eyes at Nino. “What if I say yes?”
“Let me borrow!” Nino said, extending his arm out at Jun’s frowning face.
”No.” Jun glared at Aiba and Sho by his side and took in the satisfaction of them cowering at the sight of his angry face and hastily looking away.
“I won’t ruin your clothes,” Nino promised earnestly. “Come on, do it for interviewer-san, Matsujun.”
Jun glowered at Nino for a full half-minute. But whatever Jun did, he knew Nino wouldn’t stop his persistency. It was also common knowledge that Nino wasn’t afraid of the Do-S banchou, being an extreme sadist himself.
“Fine,” Jun said, tugging a pair of stylish jeans from his bag. “You take care of these, Nino. They’re very expensive, probably costing much more than your Nintendo DS. It’s rare, too. Most likely, they don’t sell this style anymore.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Nino said, brushing away Jun’s sermon like he didn’t care. He didn’t really.
“They’re my favorite pair,” Jun pressed on, his angry stare not wavering. Then he glanced furtively at Ohno’s direction and added in a soft, threatening voice, “You know what I’d do if you destroy these, right?”
“I know! I know!” Nino said, rolling his eyes and snatching the pair of jeans from Jun’s grip before he could go on any further. He then looked up at the interviewer, smiling.
The interviewer looked quite terrified for some reason. “Maybe it isn’t a good idea to use Matsumoto-san’s clothing.”
“It’ll be fine!” Nino assured him, waving the scissors in the air in his hand. And without warning, he started cutting up the jeans with the razor-sharp scissors.
Jun winced in response. It pained him to see his clothes getting destroyed like this. “Aurgh,” he groaned.
“Stop!” Aiba said, suddenly holding Nino’s arm.
Nino ignored him.
“Nino! Stop!” Aiba pleaded, shaking Nino’s arm.
“Don’t lose my rhythm!” Nino snapped, continuing to cut up Jun’s dark-washed jeans.
Aiba pulled the pair of sliced jeans from Nino’s hand and there was aloud ripping sound, a terrible sound that signified that something went wrong.
Nino’s eyes widened. Aiba gasped. Sho gulped. The interviewer whimpered. Jun emitted a low growl.
“I wasn’t supposed to cut that part!” Nino exclaimed, staring accusingly at Aiba. “I won’t be able to fix that up!”
“Aiba. Nino.” Jun said softly, breathing heavily like he was trying to contain himself from doing anything drastic in front of the interviewer.
“What?” Nino challenged Jun, unaffected by the scary aura he was conveying.
Jun glared fiercely at him and then glanced at Ohno, quiet and observing the unfolding scene. His expression lightened. “Riida, go over to my house later, okay? I’ll cook you dinner.”
Ohno smiled up at him. He loved Jun’s cooking. “Okay.”
A groan escaped Nino. “Clothes brings out the sadist in him.”
4.
“Good morning.”
Jun opened his eyes to find Ohno above him, looking cute as he bit his lower lip softly. “Hey,” he said, smiling brightly.
“I think I did something wrong,” Ohno said guiltily as Jun sat up to lay a kiss on his pouting lips.
“What?” Jun asked, not really minding whatever Ohno did. It was Ohno. That was reason enough.
“I borrowed your shirt,” Ohno said quietly, looking down at his attire.
Jun saw the white button-up polo that Ohno wore, the only thing that Ohno wore. “It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong,” he said, hands going around his small waist.
“But, I stained it with a bit of paint when I tried to paint a while ago,” Ohno explained sheepishly, pointing at the stain hesitantly. His shirt was slightly covered with blue and violet paint splatters.
His eyes flickered to the paint and then glanced at Ohno. “It’s okay,” he repeated, smiling, leaning forward once more to kiss Ohno again. He really didn’t mind Ohno ruining his polo.
“Really?” Ohno asked, his pout becoming more pronounced.
“Trust me,” Jun said. Finally Ohno’s pout disappeared and he was able to kiss him properly this time.
“Well, that’s unfair,” someone said from the doorway.
Jun broke away from Ohno’s soft lips and looked over his shoulder. Nino was standing, arms crossed, by the room’s threshold. Aiba and Sho appeared by his shoulders, frowning.
“What?” Jun asked. “Everyone has a soft spot for Riida.”
“You’re so unfair, Matsujun,” Aiba said, hands on his hips.
“Yeah, that’s why it’s time to get back at you,” Sho said, sharing a smirk with Nino and Aiba.
“Come and get me,” Jun said, all too willingly, knowing what was on their minds.
BONUS:
“Ne, Matsujun.”
“What?” Jun opened his eyes to see all four of his naked band mates shifting through his all-too popular closet.
“Can we borrow clothes? Ours are all crumpled up,” Aiba said, holding up a crisp pair of white pants in front of him.
Jun groaned and buried his face in a pillow.
“Come on,” Nino said in the middle of choosing a yellow shirt and a red one. “We’re asking properly here. Allow us already.”
“Fine,” Jun said, nodding feebly in their direction. He couldn’t fight them off even if he tried. The match was four against one.
“We’re going to be the best-dressed group once we go to the jimusho in Matsujun’s clothes,” Sho commented, slipping on a pair of black patented leather boots.
“Now, isn’t that exciting?” Nino said almost sarcastically. “Oi, Matsujun, help Riida dress up will you?”
Jun looked over at Ohno, looking confused as he fumbled with the buttons of a lavender polo. He grinned, rolled of the bed and limped over to Ohno. “You do it this way, Riida,” he said, fixing up the polo. Jun glanced around at his friends. “And, Nino, pink and red looks ugly together. Remove the tie. Sho-kun, fold up the jeans a bit to show the boots. Aiba, that looks good but putting a belt will make it look better.”
Sho was grinning. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? So, not only do clothes bring out the sadist in Matsujun. It also brings out the goodness in him.”
Everyone burst out laughing until they all received a head-smack from Jun.
“Urusai!”
“Hey! You forgot to hit Riida!”
END
AN: What do you think? I think I overdosed the Do-S quality of Jun. :P Lol. Comments and criticisms are deeply appreciated. ♥