Lesson One - Don't Get Sick
Title: Lesson One - Don't Get Sick
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: All of Arashi, gen
Summary: Jun loved his bandmates. Really, he did.
Notes/Warnings: For the JE New Year 2010 Anonmeme. Request for Jun getting sick and Arashi taking care of him.
Jun loved his bandmates. Really, he did. But when he was in a bad state, they were usually the last people in the universe that he found helpful. As he laid in bed, sniffling and lamenting the crusty, red state of his nose, he remembered ice climbing and his bandmates’ uselessness. The frozen food, the stupid radio - clearly, they didn’t know how to actually take care of a person in need.
So he didn’t want their help. Especially now. He just wanted to rest, take his vitamin supplements and get ready to take on the New Year. But the other four tended to ignore his wishes.
--
Sho was smart enough to know not to come over. Jun had always been grateful for that, although he didn’t appreciate how loudly Sho spoke on the phone.
“Can you describe your symptoms?”
He sipped his tea as he balanced his phone between his ear and his shoulder. “It’s just a cold.”
Jun could hear Sho typing furiously. “Did you know how many different strains of flu there are? And not just H1N1.”
“I don’t have the flu.”
“Have you eaten any shellfish?”
“Sho-kun…”
“Holy crap, have you been eating enough fruit? Scurvy is awful!”
“I do not have scurvy!” He was ready to chuck his phone at the wall. “Get off the internet doctor site already!” But Sho ignored him, subsequently diagnosing him with a heart murmur, pneumonia, Legionnaires’ disease and mesothelioma.
“I just want you to get better.”
Jun hung up.
--
Nino and Aiba banged on the door until Jun let them in. He said nothing as they walked around his apartment, Nino examining any new knick knacks Jun had purchased since his last visit. Aiba had a crock pot with something that smelled good, but Jun knew senses could be deceiving when it came to Aiba’s cooking.
“From the restaurant?” he asked as Aiba helped himself to Jun’s kitchenware, getting out a spoon to stir whatever he’d brought.
“Oh no,” Aiba replied, that all-too-familiar twinkle in his eye. “Recipe.”
“Hopefully not one Sho looked up on the internet,” Jun grumbled, shuffling back to his living room in search of his Kleenex box. “Get off my couch.”
Nino had curled himself up in a ball under Jun’s blankets and was already comfortably watching TV in Jun’s spot. “You’re like a heater. It’s so cold out.”
“I’m sick. You’re laying in my germs,” he complained, forced into one of his chairs.
“Mmm, germs,” Nino sighed. “I love this couch.”
“Why don’t you buy your own?”
Aiba came in with three bowls of the soup he’d brought. Nino didn’t bother to move, eyes still glued to the TV as Aiba shoved a bowl into Jun’s hands.
It was a pale brown with chunks of carrot and cabbage and a broth spiced with something Jun couldn’t readily identify. He took one spoonful and heat started coursing through his mouth and down his throat. Jun coughed, desperate for water.
“It’s a special kind of pepper,” Aiba explained, not touching his portion either. Why had he spooned out three portions in the first place? “I thought it would clear out your nose!”
He set down the bowl on the table, still coughing. “Get…out!”
“Too much pepper?” Aiba wondered, sniffing the bowl.
“You’re very rude,” the blankets on the couch muttered. “We came here out of the goodness of our hearts to care for a sick friend.”
“You haven’t done anything!” he snapped back at Nino’s cozy form.
They stayed for two hours until Jun passed out in the chair. The next day Nino complained about the sniffles. Jun didn’t care.
--
The cold was largely gone, just leaving a nasty cough in its wake. Aiba’s mysterious “Soup of Healing” might have also been to blame, Jun was convinced of that.
He was just getting an hour or two of sweet, sweet nap time when his phone got a mail. If it was Sho claiming he might have tetanus, then he was turning his phone off completely. But when he checked, it had come from Leader - Leader who never sent anyone mail - so maybe it was important.
It wasn’t.
Jun was greeted first with the open, gaping mouth of some disgusting fish and then a message underneath:
“Big mouth reminds me of Jun-kun FUFUFUFU.”
He was never getting sick again.
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: All of Arashi, gen
Summary: Jun loved his bandmates. Really, he did.
Notes/Warnings: For the JE New Year 2010 Anonmeme. Request for Jun getting sick and Arashi taking care of him.
Jun loved his bandmates. Really, he did. But when he was in a bad state, they were usually the last people in the universe that he found helpful. As he laid in bed, sniffling and lamenting the crusty, red state of his nose, he remembered ice climbing and his bandmates’ uselessness. The frozen food, the stupid radio - clearly, they didn’t know how to actually take care of a person in need.
So he didn’t want their help. Especially now. He just wanted to rest, take his vitamin supplements and get ready to take on the New Year. But the other four tended to ignore his wishes.
--
Sho was smart enough to know not to come over. Jun had always been grateful for that, although he didn’t appreciate how loudly Sho spoke on the phone.
“Can you describe your symptoms?”
He sipped his tea as he balanced his phone between his ear and his shoulder. “It’s just a cold.”
Jun could hear Sho typing furiously. “Did you know how many different strains of flu there are? And not just H1N1.”
“I don’t have the flu.”
“Have you eaten any shellfish?”
“Sho-kun…”
“Holy crap, have you been eating enough fruit? Scurvy is awful!”
“I do not have scurvy!” He was ready to chuck his phone at the wall. “Get off the internet doctor site already!” But Sho ignored him, subsequently diagnosing him with a heart murmur, pneumonia, Legionnaires’ disease and mesothelioma.
“I just want you to get better.”
Jun hung up.
--
Nino and Aiba banged on the door until Jun let them in. He said nothing as they walked around his apartment, Nino examining any new knick knacks Jun had purchased since his last visit. Aiba had a crock pot with something that smelled good, but Jun knew senses could be deceiving when it came to Aiba’s cooking.
“From the restaurant?” he asked as Aiba helped himself to Jun’s kitchenware, getting out a spoon to stir whatever he’d brought.
“Oh no,” Aiba replied, that all-too-familiar twinkle in his eye. “Recipe.”
“Hopefully not one Sho looked up on the internet,” Jun grumbled, shuffling back to his living room in search of his Kleenex box. “Get off my couch.”
Nino had curled himself up in a ball under Jun’s blankets and was already comfortably watching TV in Jun’s spot. “You’re like a heater. It’s so cold out.”
“I’m sick. You’re laying in my germs,” he complained, forced into one of his chairs.
“Mmm, germs,” Nino sighed. “I love this couch.”
“Why don’t you buy your own?”
Aiba came in with three bowls of the soup he’d brought. Nino didn’t bother to move, eyes still glued to the TV as Aiba shoved a bowl into Jun’s hands.
It was a pale brown with chunks of carrot and cabbage and a broth spiced with something Jun couldn’t readily identify. He took one spoonful and heat started coursing through his mouth and down his throat. Jun coughed, desperate for water.
“It’s a special kind of pepper,” Aiba explained, not touching his portion either. Why had he spooned out three portions in the first place? “I thought it would clear out your nose!”
He set down the bowl on the table, still coughing. “Get…out!”
“Too much pepper?” Aiba wondered, sniffing the bowl.
“You’re very rude,” the blankets on the couch muttered. “We came here out of the goodness of our hearts to care for a sick friend.”
“You haven’t done anything!” he snapped back at Nino’s cozy form.
They stayed for two hours until Jun passed out in the chair. The next day Nino complained about the sniffles. Jun didn’t care.
--
The cold was largely gone, just leaving a nasty cough in its wake. Aiba’s mysterious “Soup of Healing” might have also been to blame, Jun was convinced of that.
He was just getting an hour or two of sweet, sweet nap time when his phone got a mail. If it was Sho claiming he might have tetanus, then he was turning his phone off completely. But when he checked, it had come from Leader - Leader who never sent anyone mail - so maybe it was important.
It wasn’t.
Jun was greeted first with the open, gaping mouth of some disgusting fish and then a message underneath:
“Big mouth reminds me of Jun-kun FUFUFUFU.”
He was never getting sick again.