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rinoahyuna) wrote2020-04-06 04:09 pm
rinoahyuna) wrote2020-04-06 04:09 pm
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{048} I'll miss you when you're gone
Half of hearts
Sho/Jun, R, 1166 words
Cops and Criminal AU
In Storms with you, part 7
Also available in AO3
Sho pulled away from the door and winced.
He’d been standing in front of it for the past ten minutes, contemplating opening it and walking away to spend the night somewhere else. Sadly, he couldn’t do that.
He’d even asked his superior if he could crash in his place for the night (more like begged, really), but his Captain had simply laughed in his face for straight five minutes before he told him no. Apparently, Sho’s Captain’s boyfriend was staying over too, so even if he wanted to help Sho escape the wrath waiting for him at home, at least for one night, he couldn’t.
He’d also considered booking himself a room, but knowing Jun, it wouldn’t be surprising to find him outside of his hotel room door asking to be let in. He couldn’t pay cash either, simply because he had none; his salary and his allowance were both being managed by his other half, so there was that.
Truthfully, after today’s unexpected event, he was worried he’d ended up homeless.
After about five more minutes of deliberation, he sighed and decided that sleeping on the street, or the train station wasn’t an option he would willingly take at this point, so, going inside it was, then.
He’d unlocked the door so very carefully, and pushed it open just as quietly, trying to make as little noise as possible, so as not to wake Jun if he was, hopefully, already asleep.
No such luck. “Sho-san, you’re late.” Jun’s voice carried through the apartment, and effectively startling Sho out of his wits. He dropped his shoes before he’d even managed to shove them in the shoe cabinet, and cursed inwardly afterward.
“Hurry up and come here. We have tons of things to talk about.” Jun added.
Sho sighed, quietly mourning the absence of his gun he’d carried with him earlier during the shootout. Though he had an explanation completely memorized, it was still difficult not to feel properly nervous. Sure, he didn’t mean any of it to happen, and it wasn’t like something like this wasn’t bound to happen in the long run. His and Jun’s jobs often crossed paths, so many times in the past he’d already lost count, but earlier today was probably the closest they’d ever gotten to killing each other.
Sho was certain he wasn’t going to hear the end of it for a long time.
He crossed the threshold and came face to face with Jun, who was wearing a scowl Sho was sure Jun reserved for business dealings with people he didn’t trust, and his bandaged shoulder which obviously wasn’t there this morning when he kissed Jun goodbye.
Shit.
He offered Jun a smile and quickly stepped forward to press a soft kiss to Jun’s cheek. Jun, thankfully, didn’t back away. Or swing his arm to punch Sho in the face in greeting. Yet.
“Hey, how was your day?” he blurted, so used to asking the same question when he arrived in the apartment that he only belatedly realized he shouldn’t have when Jun’s upper lip twisted in amusement and something else.
He backed up a step when Jun stepped forward, pointing at his bandaged shoulder with his uninjured hand.
“You shot me in the head, Sho-san. That was how my day was,” Jun hissed, shoving him to the wall. “Nino kept on laughing at me while he fixed me up, told me I should be grateful that my cop boyfriend was a terrible aim. If it was your Captain who did the shooting, I’m sure the bullet would have to be extracted from my skull instead. I honestly wondered which was worse, really. The humiliation I had to endure from Nino or how pissed off I am at you for putting a fucking hole in my suit.” Jun said in one go.
“It’s my favorite, by the way. The Gucci one. You know which one it is, right?”
He winced. “Yes,” he said. “I’m really sorry.” He breathed, knowing his explanation wouldn’t suffice when Jun was pissed off like this. Also, he didn’t think it still mattered, not right now at least. Jun knew – he should have known how hard it was for him when he realized it was Jun and his people there earlier, when they did the raid. When he realized what he’d done. He was half-crazed when he saw his bullet wheezed past Aiba’s head to Jun’s shoulder, who had been backed into that alley’s wall gesturing at Nino to go.
“It was a bad tip,” he murmured, eyeing Jun’s bandage and wondering how much it hurt, if they had enough gauze and pain-relievers if Jun needed them. “Captain was certain it was Kattun’s doing, but we can’t be sure until the witness is found.”
“He won’t be,” Jun said through gritted teeth. “not alive, at least. If this is Kattun’s fault, I’m sure he’s already dead somewhere.”
He shook his head, wary still for what had transpired earlier, for hurting Jun, albeit unintentionally. He reached up and fingered the underside of Jun’s bandage, ever so carefully, as he kept his eyes on Jun’s face.
“Does it hurt?”
Jun chuckled, his expression softening marginally. Despite himself, Sho found himself smiling in turn. “Only when I do something with it, like, you know, using it? But I’ll be fine. I’ve had far worst injuries than this. I’ll live.”
“I won’t,” he murmured, settling a hand against the small of Jun’s back and pulling him in. His head dropped on Jun’s uninjured shoulder, shivering at the thought of losing Jun because of his incompetence. “If something bad happened to you… God, I don’t know what I would do. I’ll never forgive myself if I – if that bullet ended up killing you.”
“Well, I’d say I’d rather die in your hands than in anyone else’s,” Jun snorted, but he did sound amused and so, so fond that Sho felt like calling Jun on it, but held himself. “But let’s hope it won’t happen soon. I intend to drive you crazy for a long time, really.”
He hummed and rubbed his nose against Jun’s bared shoulder, worming both arms around Jun’s waist to pull him in. “You already do,” he whispered, enjoying the warmth of Jun’s body under his fingertips.
“Not enough, I guess,” Jun countered, his tone teasing. Sho lifted his head from Jun’s shoulder to give him a look, and ended up hoping he could do so for the rest of his life hereafter. Jun looked at him quizzically as he reached up and slid a thumb across Jun’s cheek, eyes memorizing every miniscule detail of Jun’s face bared to him.
“Not even if you spend a hundred lifetimes with me, so, don’t you ever leave me, okay? I can’t bear even the thought of it.”
Jun rolled his eyes in answer, but he did lean over to kiss Sho’s mouth hard afterward as if he’d very much liked the sound of that.
To be fair, Sho did, too.
Sho/Jun, R, 1166 words
Cops and Criminal AU
In Storms with you, part 7
Also available in AO3
Sho pulled away from the door and winced.
He’d been standing in front of it for the past ten minutes, contemplating opening it and walking away to spend the night somewhere else. Sadly, he couldn’t do that.
He’d even asked his superior if he could crash in his place for the night (more like begged, really), but his Captain had simply laughed in his face for straight five minutes before he told him no. Apparently, Sho’s Captain’s boyfriend was staying over too, so even if he wanted to help Sho escape the wrath waiting for him at home, at least for one night, he couldn’t.
He’d also considered booking himself a room, but knowing Jun, it wouldn’t be surprising to find him outside of his hotel room door asking to be let in. He couldn’t pay cash either, simply because he had none; his salary and his allowance were both being managed by his other half, so there was that.
Truthfully, after today’s unexpected event, he was worried he’d ended up homeless.
After about five more minutes of deliberation, he sighed and decided that sleeping on the street, or the train station wasn’t an option he would willingly take at this point, so, going inside it was, then.
He’d unlocked the door so very carefully, and pushed it open just as quietly, trying to make as little noise as possible, so as not to wake Jun if he was, hopefully, already asleep.
No such luck. “Sho-san, you’re late.” Jun’s voice carried through the apartment, and effectively startling Sho out of his wits. He dropped his shoes before he’d even managed to shove them in the shoe cabinet, and cursed inwardly afterward.
“Hurry up and come here. We have tons of things to talk about.” Jun added.
Sho sighed, quietly mourning the absence of his gun he’d carried with him earlier during the shootout. Though he had an explanation completely memorized, it was still difficult not to feel properly nervous. Sure, he didn’t mean any of it to happen, and it wasn’t like something like this wasn’t bound to happen in the long run. His and Jun’s jobs often crossed paths, so many times in the past he’d already lost count, but earlier today was probably the closest they’d ever gotten to killing each other.
Sho was certain he wasn’t going to hear the end of it for a long time.
He crossed the threshold and came face to face with Jun, who was wearing a scowl Sho was sure Jun reserved for business dealings with people he didn’t trust, and his bandaged shoulder which obviously wasn’t there this morning when he kissed Jun goodbye.
Shit.
He offered Jun a smile and quickly stepped forward to press a soft kiss to Jun’s cheek. Jun, thankfully, didn’t back away. Or swing his arm to punch Sho in the face in greeting. Yet.
“Hey, how was your day?” he blurted, so used to asking the same question when he arrived in the apartment that he only belatedly realized he shouldn’t have when Jun’s upper lip twisted in amusement and something else.
He backed up a step when Jun stepped forward, pointing at his bandaged shoulder with his uninjured hand.
“You shot me in the head, Sho-san. That was how my day was,” Jun hissed, shoving him to the wall. “Nino kept on laughing at me while he fixed me up, told me I should be grateful that my cop boyfriend was a terrible aim. If it was your Captain who did the shooting, I’m sure the bullet would have to be extracted from my skull instead. I honestly wondered which was worse, really. The humiliation I had to endure from Nino or how pissed off I am at you for putting a fucking hole in my suit.” Jun said in one go.
“It’s my favorite, by the way. The Gucci one. You know which one it is, right?”
He winced. “Yes,” he said. “I’m really sorry.” He breathed, knowing his explanation wouldn’t suffice when Jun was pissed off like this. Also, he didn’t think it still mattered, not right now at least. Jun knew – he should have known how hard it was for him when he realized it was Jun and his people there earlier, when they did the raid. When he realized what he’d done. He was half-crazed when he saw his bullet wheezed past Aiba’s head to Jun’s shoulder, who had been backed into that alley’s wall gesturing at Nino to go.
“It was a bad tip,” he murmured, eyeing Jun’s bandage and wondering how much it hurt, if they had enough gauze and pain-relievers if Jun needed them. “Captain was certain it was Kattun’s doing, but we can’t be sure until the witness is found.”
“He won’t be,” Jun said through gritted teeth. “not alive, at least. If this is Kattun’s fault, I’m sure he’s already dead somewhere.”
He shook his head, wary still for what had transpired earlier, for hurting Jun, albeit unintentionally. He reached up and fingered the underside of Jun’s bandage, ever so carefully, as he kept his eyes on Jun’s face.
“Does it hurt?”
Jun chuckled, his expression softening marginally. Despite himself, Sho found himself smiling in turn. “Only when I do something with it, like, you know, using it? But I’ll be fine. I’ve had far worst injuries than this. I’ll live.”
“I won’t,” he murmured, settling a hand against the small of Jun’s back and pulling him in. His head dropped on Jun’s uninjured shoulder, shivering at the thought of losing Jun because of his incompetence. “If something bad happened to you… God, I don’t know what I would do. I’ll never forgive myself if I – if that bullet ended up killing you.”
“Well, I’d say I’d rather die in your hands than in anyone else’s,” Jun snorted, but he did sound amused and so, so fond that Sho felt like calling Jun on it, but held himself. “But let’s hope it won’t happen soon. I intend to drive you crazy for a long time, really.”
He hummed and rubbed his nose against Jun’s bared shoulder, worming both arms around Jun’s waist to pull him in. “You already do,” he whispered, enjoying the warmth of Jun’s body under his fingertips.
“Not enough, I guess,” Jun countered, his tone teasing. Sho lifted his head from Jun’s shoulder to give him a look, and ended up hoping he could do so for the rest of his life hereafter. Jun looked at him quizzically as he reached up and slid a thumb across Jun’s cheek, eyes memorizing every miniscule detail of Jun’s face bared to him.
“Not even if you spend a hundred lifetimes with me, so, don’t you ever leave me, okay? I can’t bear even the thought of it.”
Jun rolled his eyes in answer, but he did lean over to kiss Sho’s mouth hard afterward as if he’d very much liked the sound of that.
To be fair, Sho did, too.