{052} History repeats itself, it's true
Apr. 17th, 2020 03:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinoahyunaShiver
Jun/Nino, PG, around words
Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
In Storms with you, part 9
Also in AO3
The sound of the door opening and closing woke him, the lovely scent of food that accompanied the person’s familiar perfume had Nino wrinkling his nose, not in disgust or anything but because he’d much rather sleep the flu off than to be nagged at for not taking care of himself properly.
Well, it wasn’t like he was doing that on purpose; it wasn’t like it was his intention to catch the damn flu, because, duh? He hated it more than he’d dared to admit, because the darn thing wasn’t only keeping him from his precious games, it also rendered him quite immovable to even try to do anything else, like cooking or even taking a bath.
The footsteps sounded much closer when he raised his head from the couch, under the warmth of the comforter he’d dragged there with him last night when the fever started; Nino wondered if he should make a run for it back to his bedroom instead of letting his unwanted visitor find him curled up on the sofa when he should be in bed, but he knew he wouldn’t even make it there before he was caught.
He sighed and lifted the comforter up his head and hoped for the best.
It didn’t even take his visitor another two minutes to find him and join him on his refuge on the couch.
“Are you dead?”
Nino snickered quietly to himself. “Almost,” he croaked, not bothering lifting the comforter to greet his visitor properly. “I would have been if only you’ve waited another hour or so before coming here.”
A hand tugged the warm comforter away and then Jun’s unsmiling face came into full view. Nino blinked through the spots dancing behind his eyelids and offered Jun a grin, hoping it didn’t look as tired as he felt.
“Hi?”
“Hi? That’s the word you’re saying to my face after you’ve sequestered yourself here for two days, without even answering my texts or calls? Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Jun complained, hand tugging the comforter out of the way before sliding his hand across Nino’s nape to feel his temperature. The action warmed Nino immensely, lifting his own hand and worming his fingers around Jun’s wrist to keep it in place before Jun managed to pull away.
“Because I didn’t want you to come and find me like this, that’s why,” he said, but he was already leaning into Jun’s touch and enjoying Jun’s warmth pressed close to him like this.
“Don’t be silly,” Jun sighed, “I bet you haven’t eaten properly. Can you sit? I brought food. You should eat.”
“Did you cook it for me?” he asked, just to be a jerk. Jun tsked and rapped him lightly on the forehead.
“No, I bought it from the convenience store near the Jimusho,” Jun said, but the way his lips curled into a half-smile told Nino the other man was lying. “Be thankful they have the spaghetti you’ve been craving for, otherwise –“
He lifted from the couch and dropped a kiss to Jun’s chin, careful not to bump Jun with his head as he proceeded on nuzzling Jun’s throat. He didn’t have to say it, not really, because he was sure Jun knew it already, but sometimes, it didn’t hurt to let Jun hear it.
“Thank you,” he murmured, burrowing his face further into Jun’s chest. “I’m glad you’re here, Jun.”
Jun said nothing but he did feel the press of Jun’s lips against the crown of his head, and Jun’s arms pulling him in.
Jun/Nino, PG, around words
Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
In Storms with you, part 9
Also in AO3
The sound of the door opening and closing woke him, the lovely scent of food that accompanied the person’s familiar perfume had Nino wrinkling his nose, not in disgust or anything but because he’d much rather sleep the flu off than to be nagged at for not taking care of himself properly.
Well, it wasn’t like he was doing that on purpose; it wasn’t like it was his intention to catch the damn flu, because, duh? He hated it more than he’d dared to admit, because the darn thing wasn’t only keeping him from his precious games, it also rendered him quite immovable to even try to do anything else, like cooking or even taking a bath.
The footsteps sounded much closer when he raised his head from the couch, under the warmth of the comforter he’d dragged there with him last night when the fever started; Nino wondered if he should make a run for it back to his bedroom instead of letting his unwanted visitor find him curled up on the sofa when he should be in bed, but he knew he wouldn’t even make it there before he was caught.
He sighed and lifted the comforter up his head and hoped for the best.
It didn’t even take his visitor another two minutes to find him and join him on his refuge on the couch.
“Are you dead?”
Nino snickered quietly to himself. “Almost,” he croaked, not bothering lifting the comforter to greet his visitor properly. “I would have been if only you’ve waited another hour or so before coming here.”
A hand tugged the warm comforter away and then Jun’s unsmiling face came into full view. Nino blinked through the spots dancing behind his eyelids and offered Jun a grin, hoping it didn’t look as tired as he felt.
“Hi?”
“Hi? That’s the word you’re saying to my face after you’ve sequestered yourself here for two days, without even answering my texts or calls? Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Jun complained, hand tugging the comforter out of the way before sliding his hand across Nino’s nape to feel his temperature. The action warmed Nino immensely, lifting his own hand and worming his fingers around Jun’s wrist to keep it in place before Jun managed to pull away.
“Because I didn’t want you to come and find me like this, that’s why,” he said, but he was already leaning into Jun’s touch and enjoying Jun’s warmth pressed close to him like this.
“Don’t be silly,” Jun sighed, “I bet you haven’t eaten properly. Can you sit? I brought food. You should eat.”
“Did you cook it for me?” he asked, just to be a jerk. Jun tsked and rapped him lightly on the forehead.
“No, I bought it from the convenience store near the Jimusho,” Jun said, but the way his lips curled into a half-smile told Nino the other man was lying. “Be thankful they have the spaghetti you’ve been craving for, otherwise –“
He lifted from the couch and dropped a kiss to Jun’s chin, careful not to bump Jun with his head as he proceeded on nuzzling Jun’s throat. He didn’t have to say it, not really, because he was sure Jun knew it already, but sometimes, it didn’t hurt to let Jun hear it.
“Thank you,” he murmured, burrowing his face further into Jun’s chest. “I’m glad you’re here, Jun.”
Jun said nothing but he did feel the press of Jun’s lips against the crown of his head, and Jun’s arms pulling him in.
