[FIC] A Pinch of This, A Dash of That
Title: A Pinch of This, A Dash of That
Fandom/Pairing: Arashi/ShoJun
Rating: safe.
Notes: prolly written as an extension of this drabble.
The kitchen Jun kept immaculately clean was a mess. The fridge was half-open; various vegetables were strewn across the chopping board; the sink was filled with dirty dishes; the stove was attending to four pots, filled with an unknown liquid. In the middle of the chaos, Sho stood with a ladle in hand and an apron haphazardly placed on top of his clothes. He hummed to himself as he attended to the pots on the stove.
A few minutes later, he heard a car pulling over. Sho panicked, his instincts told him that Jun was home and lo and behold, he was right. The front door, which was adjacent to the kitchen opened and Jun entered, looking tired and as he saw Sho, shocked.
"What the..."
"Uh, you're home early," Sho smiled nervously.
"What exactly are you doing?" Jun wasn't angry, well not yet. But he was getting there. Jun removed his shoes and went straight to check on Sho.
"I was supposed to surprise you with dinner," was what Sho replied, after grabbing all the pot's covers and hiding the pot's contents to Jun's view. Jun gave him a pointed look. Sho grinned and lifted one of the pot covers, revealing some sort of stew. "Uh surprise!"
Instead of replying, Jun took a spoon and tasted it.
"It's too salty."
"Well, you're very welcome," the reply dripped with sarcasm.
"What do you expect, you break into my place--"
"Hey, you gave me a key!"
"--and you do unknown stuff to my kitchen adn produce salty stews. What do you want me to say?"
"A thank you would be nice," Sho muttered sourly, fixing the apron on him now that he noticed it was askew.
"Fine. Thank you," though it was said a bit grudgingly. "What else did you make?"
"Fried rice, steak and some vegetable thing that I saw in your cookbook..."
"How long have you been here?"
"About two hours or so," Sho shrugged. "Now you go sit back and relax and I'll prepare your dinner." He started to push Jun towards the couch.
"Ah, no." Jun held on to Sho's wrists. "I think I'll be staying here,"
"Matsujun," Sho said in a slightly stern voice, the one he used when he discovered Nino pranked him. "This isn't really a surprise dinner for you if you help cook."
"But I want to."
"But--"
"But it's my kitchen," Jun grinned triumphantly, as if that settled it all. Sho pouted but went on to finish his cooking. "Oh hey, what are you doing?"
Sho froze, his hand slightly tilting a bottle of soy sauce into a pot. The younger one went and put Sho's hand--and the soy sauce bottle--down. He went on about how the stew didn't need more soy sauce as it was too salty already , and Sho said something at this point but since Jun owned the kitchen--and the whole place, anyway--he got the final say.
Soon, it became a scenario where Sho would fetch Jun things as he needed them. Sho would be the one tasting, the one stirring, the one peering behind Jun's shoulder. Of course, Jun was the one who flipped the pan, the one who chopped the ingredients up, the one who held the ladle.
"Is it done?" Sho's chin was resting on Jun's shoulder and Arashi's youngest gave the pot a few more stirs before murmuring, "Almost." in reply.
They both watched the pot as the stew cooked slowly.
--
"Thanks,"
It was said in a low voice and Sho almost missed it. Sho rested his chin on his hands and smiled innocently at Jun.
"What was that, Matsumoto-kun?"
"I said, even though you almost destroyed my kitchen, left a gazillion dishes for us to wash and gave me this really salty stew, I am saying thank you."
"I can think of many ways for you to show me your gratitude," Sho winked, his tone making it impossible for Jun to miss what he's trying to say.
"Oh no. You're washing the dishes with me.
"After that?"
"We'll see," Jun smirked.
"You are such a tease."
--fin
Fandom/Pairing: Arashi/ShoJun
Rating: safe.
Notes: prolly written as an extension of this drabble.
The kitchen Jun kept immaculately clean was a mess. The fridge was half-open; various vegetables were strewn across the chopping board; the sink was filled with dirty dishes; the stove was attending to four pots, filled with an unknown liquid. In the middle of the chaos, Sho stood with a ladle in hand and an apron haphazardly placed on top of his clothes. He hummed to himself as he attended to the pots on the stove.
A few minutes later, he heard a car pulling over. Sho panicked, his instincts told him that Jun was home and lo and behold, he was right. The front door, which was adjacent to the kitchen opened and Jun entered, looking tired and as he saw Sho, shocked.
"What the..."
"Uh, you're home early," Sho smiled nervously.
"What exactly are you doing?" Jun wasn't angry, well not yet. But he was getting there. Jun removed his shoes and went straight to check on Sho.
"I was supposed to surprise you with dinner," was what Sho replied, after grabbing all the pot's covers and hiding the pot's contents to Jun's view. Jun gave him a pointed look. Sho grinned and lifted one of the pot covers, revealing some sort of stew. "Uh surprise!"
Instead of replying, Jun took a spoon and tasted it.
"It's too salty."
"Well, you're very welcome," the reply dripped with sarcasm.
"What do you expect, you break into my place--"
"Hey, you gave me a key!"
"--and you do unknown stuff to my kitchen adn produce salty stews. What do you want me to say?"
"A thank you would be nice," Sho muttered sourly, fixing the apron on him now that he noticed it was askew.
"Fine. Thank you," though it was said a bit grudgingly. "What else did you make?"
"Fried rice, steak and some vegetable thing that I saw in your cookbook..."
"How long have you been here?"
"About two hours or so," Sho shrugged. "Now you go sit back and relax and I'll prepare your dinner." He started to push Jun towards the couch.
"Ah, no." Jun held on to Sho's wrists. "I think I'll be staying here,"
"Matsujun," Sho said in a slightly stern voice, the one he used when he discovered Nino pranked him. "This isn't really a surprise dinner for you if you help cook."
"But I want to."
"But--"
"But it's my kitchen," Jun grinned triumphantly, as if that settled it all. Sho pouted but went on to finish his cooking. "Oh hey, what are you doing?"
Sho froze, his hand slightly tilting a bottle of soy sauce into a pot. The younger one went and put Sho's hand--and the soy sauce bottle--down. He went on about how the stew didn't need more soy sauce as it was too salty already , and Sho said something at this point but since Jun owned the kitchen--and the whole place, anyway--he got the final say.
Soon, it became a scenario where Sho would fetch Jun things as he needed them. Sho would be the one tasting, the one stirring, the one peering behind Jun's shoulder. Of course, Jun was the one who flipped the pan, the one who chopped the ingredients up, the one who held the ladle.
"Is it done?" Sho's chin was resting on Jun's shoulder and Arashi's youngest gave the pot a few more stirs before murmuring, "Almost." in reply.
They both watched the pot as the stew cooked slowly.
--
"Thanks,"
It was said in a low voice and Sho almost missed it. Sho rested his chin on his hands and smiled innocently at Jun.
"What was that, Matsumoto-kun?"
"I said, even though you almost destroyed my kitchen, left a gazillion dishes for us to wash and gave me this really salty stew, I am saying thank you."
"I can think of many ways for you to show me your gratitude," Sho winked, his tone making it impossible for Jun to miss what he's trying to say.
"Oh no. You're washing the dishes with me.
"After that?"
"We'll see," Jun smirked.
"You are such a tease."
--fin