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Title: Couples Only
Pairing: : Juntoshi
Rating: : PG
Warnings: : Aiba's a bad boy
Summary: : Satoshi needs a cheap place to stay, but the apartment he finds that fits his budget has one requirement: only couples- married or in a committed relationship- are allowed. So he asks his best friend Jun to be his “boyfriend.” Can they keep their real relationship status a secret?
Notes: :kittykaty , I was intrigued by your “fake relationship” trope plus Jun as a writer. This might not be your idea of it, but I hope you still like it anyway. Yoroshiku.
Day 1
"Please, please~!"
If he had been more desperate, Satoshi would've been begging on his hands and knees, clawing at Jun as if his life depended on it. With puppy-dog eyes and that small pout on his lips, the 30-something-year-old man looked akin to a 3-year-old.
Jun rolled his eyes skyward. It had been the third time in a week the man had asked him, no, begged him to do him a big favor.
In fact, he had been dragged to a neighborhood in Tokyo, into some random building off the beaten track. If he hadn't had a motorcycle, he would've walked 5 kilometers in a maze of small alleyways.
"Well, you got me this far, how is this gonna help you?" He gestured at the general surrounding. He knew Satoshi was looking for a place to stay since he was evicted from his last apartment. Being the starving artist that he was, he couldn't really keep up with the rent and had been kicked out and was now living in his art studio. At least the owner of that small rental space had allowed him to stay there to use it as a studio.
"There is a really cheap apartment here," Satoshi said. He pointed to a small structure that looked no bigger than a medium-sized storage space, just sitting next to a house. Jun raised an eyebrow at him. "It looks like a car garage."
Satoshi shrugged. “I know it’s small, but it’s cozy and furnished. And most importantly, cheap.” Satoshi unlocked the door, showing Jun the inside. Jun's eyes roamed the room, noticing that it was a studio apartment, but just with the bare essentials. Well, hardly. His eyes wandered up to the ceiling and noticed the metal, corrugated roofing and pipes. He frowned at Satoshi. "What's with the pipes?"
Satoshi grinned sheepishly. "You’re right. It was the car garage of the house next door."
"A one-car garage!" Jun exclaimed.
"But look, it has a bed! And a hot stove! And a toilet!"
Jun glanced at the full-size bed that barely fit at the opposite side of the room. He noted the one-burner stove atop a mini refrigerator. He saw a door wedged between the bed and the window to his right. That couldn't be the bathroom. He walked over to inspect it. Satoshi was right. The place had a toilet. No shower. No tub.
"There is a bathhouse just down the street," Satoshi said, reading Jun’s mind.
"So how much does this place cost?"
"15,000 a month."
"That's cheap!" Jun exclaimed in amazement, then narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What's the catch?"
Satoshi averted his eyes, and Jun knew right away something was up. "Satoshi. Do you need me to cosign or something?"
Satoshi shook his head. "Nothing like that..."
"But..."
Satoshi shrugged and looked Jun in the eyes. "The old lady who lives in that small house next door owns this garage. Her grandson needs extra money, so he turned this into a studio apartment. Well, Aiba's grandma said that she would allow only couples to live here. Weird, I know.” Satoshi quickly added the last bit when Jun balked at the requirements. His expression turned one of suspicion. Satoshi grimaced. “Well, I was hoping that…” He gestured at Jun like he should know what was he going to say next. At first Jun frowned, but realization caused him to gasp.
“You want me to pretend to be your significant other?” he said, narrowing his eyes. Satoshi only grinned sheepishly again.
“No. Satoshi. I already have an apartment and a roommate. We have a two-bedroom apartment and I get to have my own room.”
“Oh, c’mon, Jun, please?” He clasped his hands in prayer and turned those puppy eyes on him, jutting his lower lip. Jun stared at the droopy brown eyes and the plump pout. Satoshi was just as cute as a puppy. But... “No. What’s in it for me, anyway?”
“I’m neater than Nino, and can help out with house chores and… and this is the best part…. I don’t trash the place while playing video games the whole day.”
Jun cocked his head. The man did have some good points. Satoshi grinned, his face looking like he had Jun in the bag already, and to Jun’s chagrin, he might just. The “not trashing the place and bum around” did sell the offer. “Deal.”
They shook hands.
+++
Day 7
It had only been a week and Jun somewhat regretted it. True, Satoshi kept his word. He never had the privilege of hearing Jun scolding him to pick his shit up off the floor and to quit bumming around the place. The man had his studio just a few short blocks from here where he kept his art supplies and knick-knacks, so Jun was glad he didn’t have to see the “creative mess.”
What he hated though was the fact that, yeah, it bit having to pack up a small duffel bag and go a few doors down to the bathhouse to get a decent shower and relax in the tub. He had to share said shower and tub with other naked men. If there were more hot guys there, Jun wouldn’t mind so much, but most of the patrons were old pot-bellied men telling old men jokes and guffawing so loud it echoed throughout the tiled walls. Not very relaxing. Another thing that irritated Jun was that he had to share the full-size bed with Satoshi. He considered getting a cot or even a futon to sleep on the floor, but there wasn’t enough space to do so. He was just a bit taller than Satoshi, so the bed barely fit his whole frame. To top it off, he had realized that Satoshi was a blanket hog. He had woken up three nights already with only the corner of the duvet blanket keeping him warm in the chilly night air. Come morning, Jun had woken up to Satoshi in his blanket cocoon all snug and warm. Irritated, Jun pulled on one of the corners one time in the middle of the night, sending Satoshi twirling out and down on the floor. Jun was too sleepy and too cold to care. It didn’t faze the older man, though, who just went back into bed, snuggling close to Jun for warmth under the duvet.
Jun decided to invest in another blanket for himself.
+++
Day 15
“Tadaima,” Jun murmured the usual greeting when he entered his apartment, not paying any attention at all. His mind was still on the plot lines of his latest novel, and the coffee shop he had discovered a few days back was just the place to get some writing inspiration.
“Okaeri.” Jun jumped, startled to find Satoshi home early. Usually he didn’t come home until 7 or 8 in the evening and Jun only greeted the apartment not expecting a reply. Satoshi chuckled softly at Jun’s wide eyes. “Sorry. Do you always greet the home like that?” Jun nodded. “That’s so cute, Jun.”
“Why are you home early?” Jun asked, putting his backpack down on the bureau that held his folded clothes. He turned to face Satoshi and noticed that their tiny table that served as desk, dining table, and food preparation counter was set with food and two place settings. A bottle of champagne was there as well. Jun raised an eyebrow. Satoshi grinned, setting Jun down on one of the chairs before sitting down himself. Jun watched him twisting the champagne bottle open, but apparently the cap didn’t budge. Satoshi grunted and his face twisted as he tried once more to no avail. Jun wanted to reach out and help the man, but he figured maybe he would bruise the guy’s ego if he helped him. Besides, Satoshi’s face looked so funny that he couldn’t help but chuckle at the man.
Finally, the cap twisted open, foam sprayed out the opening, spilling onto the floor. “Sonavabitch.” Satoshi frowned and got up to get a rag to wipe the floor. Once he settled back in his chair, he poured the liquid into glasses. Regular water glasses, but Jun didn’t mind. “So, what’s the occasion?” he finally asked. He raised his glass, mirroring Satoshi.
“To us. We survived being in a tiny place for 15 days!” Jun laughed at his toast, but clinked his glass to Satoshi’s anyway and drank.
“Seriously, Jun, thank you.” He produced a bouquet of flowers from behind him that he had hidden from Jun and handed it to him. “I know that it isn’t conventional for a man give another man flowers, but I just don’t know how to show my gratitude to someone who seems to be picky of things.”
Jun smiled. It wasn’t the most romantic thing Satoshi had ever said, maybe a bit of a backhanded compliment, but Satoshi looking cute and flushed with embarrassment and the wonderful gesture made Jun doki doki. He reached out from across the table for the bouquet, and took a sniff of the pretty roses. “These are great,” he said. “And you’re welcome.”
Satoshi beamed, waved his hand over the splay of food and asked Jun to go ahead and dig in. “I had to go to the house next door and cook on the lady’s real stove. It was great preparing food in a real kitchen, for once.” They chuckled, and soon had a good conversation over pasta, Jun’s favorite, and Satoshi knew it.
After dinner, they cleared the table. Satoshi offered to do the dishes, though Jun insisted that since he had cooked, Jun should do the dishes. Satoshi waved him off, saying it was his dinner appreciation thing after all and to go get a relaxing bath at the bathhouse. He hauled the dirty dishes to the bathroom sink, not giving Jun another say. It was already close to 9 pm, but Jun took his usual bathhouse duffel full of toiletries and walked there. Once soaked into the tub, he smiled at the way Satoshi was animatedly talking about his new art show coming up, how someone offered to sponsor him and to use his decently sized studio to showcase his art work for a weekend in a few days.
Satoshi was a man of few words, but when he got going about his vocation, he really lit up and was unstoppable about his passion. Jun suddenly became aware that he was smiling and chuckling to himself like a lunatic, and quickly scanned the room. It was just him in the tub, but someone familiar was in the showers. Aiba Masaki, the landlady’s grandson. The man noticed him from across the way and held up a hand in greeting. Jun inclined his head at him and looked away. The man was gorgeous, he’d give him that. If this were any other situation, he’d go flirt with him.
But Satoshi flashed through his mind and Jun smiled at another memory that happened during dinner, soon forgetting the grandson.
+++
Day 21
There was a knock at the door. Jun glanced up from his computer to Satoshi, who was splayed on the bed, reading up on art shows. He looked at Jun, too. They weren’t expecting anyone on a Sunday when they both decided to take a break from work. Jun got up and opened the door to see Grandma Aiba beaming at him.
“Hello, you two,” she said. “My grandson and I are having dinner tonight. Now, I know he is around your age, and I thought it’d be great to get together and be friends.” She conspiratorially leaned over to Jun. “He doesn’t make friends easily ‘cause he gets a little shy.”
Jun glanced behind him to Satoshi, who just shrugged. Jun turned back to Grandma Aiba. “We’d love to have dinner, thank you.”
“Have you met the guy before?” Jun asked once the landlady had gone back to her house and Jun had gone back to his computer. Satoshi shook his head. “I know he exists and comes by once in a while, but I've never met him.”
“I’ve seen him a couple of times since we moved in. Saw him at the bathhouse the other day.”
Satoshi raised an eyebrow at him. “What, he was just there,” Jun said, belatedly realizing he sounded defensive.
“Did you look?”
“At him? Yeah. He waved hello, I smiled hello back. No big deal.” Jun hesitated for a bit. “He’s gorgeous, I give him that. He has really nice sculpted arms.”
Satoshi gave him a weird look that Jun couldn’t decipher. Annoyance? Anger? Jealousy?
“Did you strike up a conversation?” Satoshi asked. His tone gave out a similar vibe as his expression. Jun smiled to himself, partly sure that Satoshi seemed jealous. He got up to walk to the bed, hovering over him. Satoshi looked up at him, then darted his eyes back to the book.
“Are you jealous?” Jun teased. “Satoshi, are you jealous?” He poked the man’s cheek closest to him. Satoshi swatted his finger, eyes still on the book.
“No,” came the curt reply. Jun poked again, just to tease him further. Again, another swat. Jun giggled. Poke. Swat. Poke. This time, Satoshi latched onto Jun’s hand, pulling him down towards him, sending Jun off balance. Their lips smacked against each other. Jun blinked, then his senses kicked in and he pulled his head back within seconds. The ghost of Satoshi’s lips was still lingering on his. Heat warmed Jun’s cheeks and he looked away from Satoshi’s deep brown eyes.
The soft touch of Satoshi’s hand on his face felt cool as the man turned his face towards him. Jun locked eyes again, his breath caught in his throat. Satoshi leaned forward, gently placing his lips onto Jun’s. The kiss was soft and gentle.
Jun combed his fingers through Satoshi’s unruly hair, deepening the kiss. It felt good welding his lips onto the man's whom he had considered a good friend since their university days. Being with him for three weeks already, lying next to him every night...
They shifted until Jun was on his back, Satoshi over him, their lips still locked, their bodies intertwined.
That evening, they got ready to go to Grandma Aiba’s house. Jun felt light-hearted, ready to conquer the world. They had spent a relaxing day in each other’s company. They had made out on the bed for a little longer, until Jun had pulled back. He liked Satoshi a lot, and kissing him was the most fun he’d ever had, but he wasn’t yet ready to go all the way.
Satoshi had seemed to understand. He had merely stroked Jun’s cheek with his thumb, pecked a kiss on his nose, and told him to get back to writing on his laptop. Jun had done exactly that, but that time, they had both been leaning against the headboard of the bed, side by side and enjoying each other’s warmth.
“Don’t go flirting with the grandson, okay?’ Jun said, smiling in that teasing way. Satoshi smirked. “Maybe you’ll flirt with him,” he said, poking a finger into Jun’s rib, making him jerk. Satoshi laughed. Jun poked him back, which made him jump with a giggle. For the few steps to the front door, they poked each other and giggled until the landlady opened the door.
Dinner was great. Grandma Aiba had a nice spread of home-cooked meals, which they had been missing for a long time. Masaki kept glancing lewdly at Jun whenever Satoshi turned to look at Grandma Aiba. It was getting annoying, even if the man was hot. If it hadn't been for the make-out session earlier, Jun would have gladly flirted back, but being with Satoshi changed all that. True, he and his “boyfriend” weren’t a real couple, but somehow, he felt he would betray Satoshi.
+++
Day 25
Jun stayed home to work on his novel. Normally on a Thursday he would go to the library to write for a few hours, but he had been feeling too inspired at home for the last couple of days. He was just in the middle of a writing flow in the late afternoon when there was a knock on the door. Annoyed, Jun quickly finished his sentence before getting up to answer the unannounced visitor.
“Hey,” Masaki greeted, his grin wide and disarming. “Satoshi-san around?”
“No. He’s at his studio. Come back later.” Jun started to close the door, but Masaki held it open.
“Wait, wait, actually, I came here to talk to you.”
Jun frowned. “What about?” He crossed his arms across his chest. Masaki laughed. “Whoa, hey, I’m not here to fight.” He inclined his chin towards Jun. “You got some really cut shoulder muscles there. That shirt sculpts your torso so well.” He gave Jun a leery look. “I want to rip it off you.”
“Goodbye, Masaki-san,” Jun said, making another attempt to close the door. Again Masaki blocked the door with his hand. He started to come through the doorway. Jun blocked him, not moving back. Now the man was toe-to-toe with him, and he was tall enough to meet Jun’s eyes squarely leveled.
“Is that how you like to play? Hard to get?” Jun scoffed, fighting back the urge to punch the man on the nose. Instead, he tried a third time to close the door. Masaki was stronger than he looked. The man wouldn’t budge. “C’mon, Jun-san, I saw how you were looking at me at the bathhouse. You were definitely checking me out. Like what you saw?”
“Go away, Masaki, or you’ll be sorry.”
“Seriously? Why the resistance? It’s not like you and Satoshi are a couple.” His shock must have shown on his face for Masaki to laugh at him. “What? Did you think I wouldn’t catch on to that? You and Satoshi-san have been here for almost a month, and I've never seen you guys go out on a date, or make out, or have used condoms in the trash.”
“You sicko! You looked through our trash?!”
Masaki shrugged. “Just inspecting to confirm my suspicion. Judging by your reaction, though, I know I’m right.”
“Leave before I call the cops.”
Makai laughed, but this time, Jun could detect it wasn’t out of mirth. “You must have been watching too many American shows. Did you forget that our local cops aren’t that quick on the uptake of domestic disturbances?” He pushed himself further through the doorway, forcing Jun back a little. “C’mon Jun-san, I know you want me. I could tell by your eyes you want me so bad.”
Jun shoved him hard enough to push him back to the open door. Masaki only chuckled. “Ooh, you like it rough, huh?” the man goaded. Suddenly, Masaki grabbed his collar and twirled him against the wall, blocking him. Masaki smirked. “Now you’re mine.”
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Satoshi was standing at the entrance, glaring murderously at the intruder. Masaki smirked. “Oh, Satoshi-san, what do you care?”
“Get your fucking hands off my man.” Satoshi sounded calm, but the grip on his portfolio bag handle was tight, his knuckles turning white. A large vein popped on his forehead.
“’Your man’?” Masaki scoffed. “You two aren’t even a couple.”
“I am warning you, Masaki-san. Take your goddamn hands away from Jun and go home.”
Masaki pushed Jun aside, facing Satoshi head on. “I can just tell my grandmother that you two lied to her. You can’t threaten me and get away with it. Your asses will be out on the street in the morning.”
Satoshi shot forward, raising a fist. Masaki jerked back, his hands up to protect his face, but Satoshi stopped short. “Wimpy ass motherfucker. Go home Masaki before you hurt yourself.”
Masaki growled, but made his way to the door. He pointed at them. “You fuckers are so done living here. Lying to grandma like that.” He stormed out the door back to the house. Satoshi slammed the door behind the loser grandson.
“Th-thanks, Satoshi. I-”
“Forget it.” Satoshi held up his hand. “I’m too tired right now. I just want to lie down.” He dropped his portfolio bag onto the floor and took off his shirt, not bothering to change out of his jeans as he crawled onto the bed facing the wall, his back to Jun.
It was too early for his usual bedtime, but Jun became worried about the man’s demeanor. Satoshi was always quiet and subdued, but he seemed even more contemplative and withdrawn.
Jun turned off the lights, only the streetlights outside streamed through the thin curtains. He took off his clothes, except for his boxers, and lay down on the bed. Maybe he needed to get some sleep, too. Soon, everything was still, but a short moment later, he heard sniffling from the man.
“Satoshi?” When the guy didn’t answer, Jun leaned in closer against him. “Satoshi? Are you okay?” Jun placed a hand on Satoshi’s shaking shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
“I...” Sniffle.
“Are you mad at me? I didn’t know Masaki would come onto me like that. I’m sorry.” He wrapped an arm around Satoshi, his chin resting on the crook of his neck.
“I’m not mad at you. I’m just upset over something else.” He refused to face Jun even when nudged. With a sigh, Jun wrapped his arm tighter around Satoshi, nuzzling against the crook of his neck. He left butterfly kisses on his jaw, making his way to his chin, until he managed to turn Satoshi toward him and his lips landed on his.
Satoshi put his arm around Jun’s waist, moving his hand up and down alongside his body, squeezing his butt through the boxers. Jun moaned into the kiss. Satoshi flipped over until he was on top of Jun, their kisses deepened. Jun felt his hand gliding down between their bellies and sliding over his hardness.
Satoshi paused, pulling back, his eyes glimmering in the dimness of the room. “Jun, I want you so much,” he whispered. “But if…”
“No.” Jun quickly said shaking his head furiously. “I want you too. I’m okay, really.” Satoshi smiled and quickly got back to kissing. And Jun really was okay.
They lied there on the bed, spent after their first lovemaking. Neither of them spoke for a while, just cuddling in each other’s arms- Satoshi’s head on Jun’s chest. Jun ran his fingertips down Satoshi’s arm, still couldn’t believe the amazing sex they had. The sadness that Satoshi had had moments ago had ebbed away, but Jun could still sense something was on his mind. He asked him what it was.
Satoshi sighed. “I found out this afternoon that the art show is a bust. The man who offered his studio backed out on me. Now I have all these figurines and paintings stored with no place to go.”
“I’m sorry about that,” Jun said, kissing Satoshi’s hair. “Is there something I can do?”
“No, don’t worry about it.” Satoshi turned his head to kiss Jun’s jaw. “But it’s sweet for you to offer. I’ll just find another gallery to feature me.” Their lips found each other again, Satoshi shifting over Jun once more. Jun thought it better not to worry about the problem. For now.
+++
Day 26
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
Jun groaned into the pillow. Whoever there was at the door was clearly deranged. He peered one eye open to see the soft light of an early morning. Nope. The person would just have to go away. The insistent banging on the door stirred Satoshi beside him. “I’m coming,” he mumbled, his eyes still partly closed. Groaning, he slid off the bed and Jun got a gratuitous view of his firm ass. He must have realized his nakedness since he pulled on the cover and wrapped it around his body, leaving Jun fully exposed splayed on his stomach. Great. Whoever was at the door could take a good hard look at his ass and maybe kiss it. He was going back to sleep.
“What?” Satoshi demanded when he opened the door. “Oh! Grandma Aiba!”
That woke up Jun with a jolt and he quickly sat up in bed. There was no other blanket to cover himself with, so he snatched one of the pillows. The look on the old lady's face didn’t feel like good news. Masaki was also there, his smirk apparent as his grandma barged in.
“You lying scumbags!” Grandma Aiba pointed an accusing finger at Satoshi. “You told me you two were a couple, but my Masaki told me you are not. The deal for this place is couples only! You deliberately---” She stopped, her mouth hanging open, then stared at Satoshi. Jun thought she might have a heart attack. “Oh,” she said, backing away from Satoshi. She turned to Jun, blinking at him. He shifted under her scrutiny. She pointed at him. “I can still see your, um…”
“Oh,” Jun mumbled, shifting the pillow a bit. “Sorry.” Grandma Aiba turned back to Satoshi, but not before taking one final look at Jun. Did the old lady just check him out? Jun snatched the other pillow and held it against his torso.
“Can we help you, Grandma Aiba?” Satoshi said. “We just woke up. If you sat down, I could make us some coffee.” He gestured lamely at the electric kettle over the other bureau that Satoshi used. “It’ll just be instant coffee, though since we don’t have a coffee maker.”
“No, no,” she said. The red fury from her face seemed to lessen, but she refused to look them in the eye. “My grandson must have been mistaken. Sorry for the intrusion. You!” she barked, and Jun looked back to Masaki jumping at his grandmother’s voice. She stomped over to him and grabbed his ear. “Why did you badmouth them, telling me such idiotic things?”
“Ow, ow, ow. Sorry, Grandma.” He whined all the way back to their house. Satoshi closed the door after their departure and turned to Jun. They stared at each other in shock for a moment before bursting into laughter.
Jun tapped on the mattress. “What a way to start our day. Come back to bed.” Satoshi shrugged, but obeyed. They needed to get to work on their projects, but it was Friday. They’d just take a day off.
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Day 30
People were streaming into The Black Bean Coffee, Nino’s coffee shop. True, most of them were there for the coffee, availing the grand opening of the business, but some were there to look at Satoshi’s art. People were milling around the clay and ceramic figurines and paintings of the neighborhood’s local artist.
Jun watched from the corner table of the shop, a soft smile on his face as he watched Satoshi greeting people that flocked around him. Maybe it was the soft sunlight shining through the windows of the shop, but Satoshi seemed to beam, his smile brought warmth to Jun’s face. During a lull between people coming up to him, Satoshi caught his eyes across the room. The older man waved.
“Hey.” Nino pulled out a chair beside him and sat down. He followed Jun’s line of vision. “Wow, you got it bad,” he teased. “So, I guess rooming together with one of your closest friends turned out way better than you hoped, huh?” Normally his cheeky smile irked Jun, but he merely rolled his eyes.
“Jealous?”
Nino just laughed. The guy behind the counter called out Nino’s name, and Jun turned to see a cute guy motioning for Nino to come. Nino chuckled. “New guy to the city,” he said, thumbing at the counter. “Cute, right?” He patted Jun on the shoulder as he got up. “Maybe I can ask him to be my roommate.” He winked. Jun chuckled. “Coming, Sho-chan~” Nino called as he made his way back to the counter.
Satoshi walked over to him, waving to Nino on the way, and sat down. He leaned in and kissed Jun on the cheek. “Thank you for this, Jun,” he said. “Your idea to showcase my art here was the best.”
Jun kissed him on the lips. “You’re the best.” They kissed deeply with no care for the rest of the world until someone cleared his throat near them. They both turned to the guy standing there with two small plates of sliced cake. Jun recognized him as the new guy in town.
“Sho-san, right?” Jun asked. “The new guy?”
Sho nodded, setting the plates in front of them. “Nino said as a gift for a job well done, Ohno-san.”
“So, Sho-san, where are you staying in the city?” Satoshi asked.
Sho straightened up, beaming. “Nino asked me to be his roommate.” He smiled, bade them to eat, and left to get back to the counter. Jun chuckled, glancing over at Nino, who gave him a thumbs up.
“What was that about?” Satoshi frowned.
“Nothing. He was just inspired.” Jun stopped Satoshi’s next question with another kiss. Surprised, Satoshi didn’t mind the interruption. He didn’t mind the bouquet of roses Jun gave him, either.
The End
kittykaty Title: Couples Only
Pairing: : Juntoshi
Rating: : PG
Warnings: : Aiba's a bad boy
Summary: : Satoshi needs a cheap place to stay, but the apartment he finds that fits his budget has one requirement: only couples- married or in a committed relationship- are allowed. So he asks his best friend Jun to be his “boyfriend.” Can they keep their real relationship status a secret?
Notes: :
kittykaty , I was intrigued by your “fake relationship” trope plus Jun as a writer. This might not be your idea of it, but I hope you still like it anyway. Yoroshiku.Day 1
"Please, please~!"
If he had been more desperate, Satoshi would've been begging on his hands and knees, clawing at Jun as if his life depended on it. With puppy-dog eyes and that small pout on his lips, the 30-something-year-old man looked akin to a 3-year-old.
Jun rolled his eyes skyward. It had been the third time in a week the man had asked him, no, begged him to do him a big favor.
In fact, he had been dragged to a neighborhood in Tokyo, into some random building off the beaten track. If he hadn't had a motorcycle, he would've walked 5 kilometers in a maze of small alleyways.
"Well, you got me this far, how is this gonna help you?" He gestured at the general surrounding. He knew Satoshi was looking for a place to stay since he was evicted from his last apartment. Being the starving artist that he was, he couldn't really keep up with the rent and had been kicked out and was now living in his art studio. At least the owner of that small rental space had allowed him to stay there to use it as a studio.
"There is a really cheap apartment here," Satoshi said. He pointed to a small structure that looked no bigger than a medium-sized storage space, just sitting next to a house. Jun raised an eyebrow at him. "It looks like a car garage."
Satoshi shrugged. “I know it’s small, but it’s cozy and furnished. And most importantly, cheap.” Satoshi unlocked the door, showing Jun the inside. Jun's eyes roamed the room, noticing that it was a studio apartment, but just with the bare essentials. Well, hardly. His eyes wandered up to the ceiling and noticed the metal, corrugated roofing and pipes. He frowned at Satoshi. "What's with the pipes?"
Satoshi grinned sheepishly. "You’re right. It was the car garage of the house next door."
"A one-car garage!" Jun exclaimed.
"But look, it has a bed! And a hot stove! And a toilet!"
Jun glanced at the full-size bed that barely fit at the opposite side of the room. He noted the one-burner stove atop a mini refrigerator. He saw a door wedged between the bed and the window to his right. That couldn't be the bathroom. He walked over to inspect it. Satoshi was right. The place had a toilet. No shower. No tub.
"There is a bathhouse just down the street," Satoshi said, reading Jun’s mind.
"So how much does this place cost?"
"15,000 a month."
"That's cheap!" Jun exclaimed in amazement, then narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What's the catch?"
Satoshi averted his eyes, and Jun knew right away something was up. "Satoshi. Do you need me to cosign or something?"
Satoshi shook his head. "Nothing like that..."
"But..."
Satoshi shrugged and looked Jun in the eyes. "The old lady who lives in that small house next door owns this garage. Her grandson needs extra money, so he turned this into a studio apartment. Well, Aiba's grandma said that she would allow only couples to live here. Weird, I know.” Satoshi quickly added the last bit when Jun balked at the requirements. His expression turned one of suspicion. Satoshi grimaced. “Well, I was hoping that…” He gestured at Jun like he should know what was he going to say next. At first Jun frowned, but realization caused him to gasp.
“You want me to pretend to be your significant other?” he said, narrowing his eyes. Satoshi only grinned sheepishly again.
“No. Satoshi. I already have an apartment and a roommate. We have a two-bedroom apartment and I get to have my own room.”
“Oh, c’mon, Jun, please?” He clasped his hands in prayer and turned those puppy eyes on him, jutting his lower lip. Jun stared at the droopy brown eyes and the plump pout. Satoshi was just as cute as a puppy. But... “No. What’s in it for me, anyway?”
“I’m neater than Nino, and can help out with house chores and… and this is the best part…. I don’t trash the place while playing video games the whole day.”
Jun cocked his head. The man did have some good points. Satoshi grinned, his face looking like he had Jun in the bag already, and to Jun’s chagrin, he might just. The “not trashing the place and bum around” did sell the offer. “Deal.”
They shook hands.
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Day 7
It had only been a week and Jun somewhat regretted it. True, Satoshi kept his word. He never had the privilege of hearing Jun scolding him to pick his shit up off the floor and to quit bumming around the place. The man had his studio just a few short blocks from here where he kept his art supplies and knick-knacks, so Jun was glad he didn’t have to see the “creative mess.”
What he hated though was the fact that, yeah, it bit having to pack up a small duffel bag and go a few doors down to the bathhouse to get a decent shower and relax in the tub. He had to share said shower and tub with other naked men. If there were more hot guys there, Jun wouldn’t mind so much, but most of the patrons were old pot-bellied men telling old men jokes and guffawing so loud it echoed throughout the tiled walls. Not very relaxing. Another thing that irritated Jun was that he had to share the full-size bed with Satoshi. He considered getting a cot or even a futon to sleep on the floor, but there wasn’t enough space to do so. He was just a bit taller than Satoshi, so the bed barely fit his whole frame. To top it off, he had realized that Satoshi was a blanket hog. He had woken up three nights already with only the corner of the duvet blanket keeping him warm in the chilly night air. Come morning, Jun had woken up to Satoshi in his blanket cocoon all snug and warm. Irritated, Jun pulled on one of the corners one time in the middle of the night, sending Satoshi twirling out and down on the floor. Jun was too sleepy and too cold to care. It didn’t faze the older man, though, who just went back into bed, snuggling close to Jun for warmth under the duvet.
Jun decided to invest in another blanket for himself.
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Day 15
“Tadaima,” Jun murmured the usual greeting when he entered his apartment, not paying any attention at all. His mind was still on the plot lines of his latest novel, and the coffee shop he had discovered a few days back was just the place to get some writing inspiration.
“Okaeri.” Jun jumped, startled to find Satoshi home early. Usually he didn’t come home until 7 or 8 in the evening and Jun only greeted the apartment not expecting a reply. Satoshi chuckled softly at Jun’s wide eyes. “Sorry. Do you always greet the home like that?” Jun nodded. “That’s so cute, Jun.”
“Why are you home early?” Jun asked, putting his backpack down on the bureau that held his folded clothes. He turned to face Satoshi and noticed that their tiny table that served as desk, dining table, and food preparation counter was set with food and two place settings. A bottle of champagne was there as well. Jun raised an eyebrow. Satoshi grinned, setting Jun down on one of the chairs before sitting down himself. Jun watched him twisting the champagne bottle open, but apparently the cap didn’t budge. Satoshi grunted and his face twisted as he tried once more to no avail. Jun wanted to reach out and help the man, but he figured maybe he would bruise the guy’s ego if he helped him. Besides, Satoshi’s face looked so funny that he couldn’t help but chuckle at the man.
Finally, the cap twisted open, foam sprayed out the opening, spilling onto the floor. “Sonavabitch.” Satoshi frowned and got up to get a rag to wipe the floor. Once he settled back in his chair, he poured the liquid into glasses. Regular water glasses, but Jun didn’t mind. “So, what’s the occasion?” he finally asked. He raised his glass, mirroring Satoshi.
“To us. We survived being in a tiny place for 15 days!” Jun laughed at his toast, but clinked his glass to Satoshi’s anyway and drank.
“Seriously, Jun, thank you.” He produced a bouquet of flowers from behind him that he had hidden from Jun and handed it to him. “I know that it isn’t conventional for a man give another man flowers, but I just don’t know how to show my gratitude to someone who seems to be picky of things.”
Jun smiled. It wasn’t the most romantic thing Satoshi had ever said, maybe a bit of a backhanded compliment, but Satoshi looking cute and flushed with embarrassment and the wonderful gesture made Jun doki doki. He reached out from across the table for the bouquet, and took a sniff of the pretty roses. “These are great,” he said. “And you’re welcome.”
Satoshi beamed, waved his hand over the splay of food and asked Jun to go ahead and dig in. “I had to go to the house next door and cook on the lady’s real stove. It was great preparing food in a real kitchen, for once.” They chuckled, and soon had a good conversation over pasta, Jun’s favorite, and Satoshi knew it.
After dinner, they cleared the table. Satoshi offered to do the dishes, though Jun insisted that since he had cooked, Jun should do the dishes. Satoshi waved him off, saying it was his dinner appreciation thing after all and to go get a relaxing bath at the bathhouse. He hauled the dirty dishes to the bathroom sink, not giving Jun another say. It was already close to 9 pm, but Jun took his usual bathhouse duffel full of toiletries and walked there. Once soaked into the tub, he smiled at the way Satoshi was animatedly talking about his new art show coming up, how someone offered to sponsor him and to use his decently sized studio to showcase his art work for a weekend in a few days.
Satoshi was a man of few words, but when he got going about his vocation, he really lit up and was unstoppable about his passion. Jun suddenly became aware that he was smiling and chuckling to himself like a lunatic, and quickly scanned the room. It was just him in the tub, but someone familiar was in the showers. Aiba Masaki, the landlady’s grandson. The man noticed him from across the way and held up a hand in greeting. Jun inclined his head at him and looked away. The man was gorgeous, he’d give him that. If this were any other situation, he’d go flirt with him.
But Satoshi flashed through his mind and Jun smiled at another memory that happened during dinner, soon forgetting the grandson.
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Day 21
There was a knock at the door. Jun glanced up from his computer to Satoshi, who was splayed on the bed, reading up on art shows. He looked at Jun, too. They weren’t expecting anyone on a Sunday when they both decided to take a break from work. Jun got up and opened the door to see Grandma Aiba beaming at him.
“Hello, you two,” she said. “My grandson and I are having dinner tonight. Now, I know he is around your age, and I thought it’d be great to get together and be friends.” She conspiratorially leaned over to Jun. “He doesn’t make friends easily ‘cause he gets a little shy.”
Jun glanced behind him to Satoshi, who just shrugged. Jun turned back to Grandma Aiba. “We’d love to have dinner, thank you.”
“Have you met the guy before?” Jun asked once the landlady had gone back to her house and Jun had gone back to his computer. Satoshi shook his head. “I know he exists and comes by once in a while, but I've never met him.”
“I’ve seen him a couple of times since we moved in. Saw him at the bathhouse the other day.”
Satoshi raised an eyebrow at him. “What, he was just there,” Jun said, belatedly realizing he sounded defensive.
“Did you look?”
“At him? Yeah. He waved hello, I smiled hello back. No big deal.” Jun hesitated for a bit. “He’s gorgeous, I give him that. He has really nice sculpted arms.”
Satoshi gave him a weird look that Jun couldn’t decipher. Annoyance? Anger? Jealousy?
“Did you strike up a conversation?” Satoshi asked. His tone gave out a similar vibe as his expression. Jun smiled to himself, partly sure that Satoshi seemed jealous. He got up to walk to the bed, hovering over him. Satoshi looked up at him, then darted his eyes back to the book.
“Are you jealous?” Jun teased. “Satoshi, are you jealous?” He poked the man’s cheek closest to him. Satoshi swatted his finger, eyes still on the book.
“No,” came the curt reply. Jun poked again, just to tease him further. Again, another swat. Jun giggled. Poke. Swat. Poke. This time, Satoshi latched onto Jun’s hand, pulling him down towards him, sending Jun off balance. Their lips smacked against each other. Jun blinked, then his senses kicked in and he pulled his head back within seconds. The ghost of Satoshi’s lips was still lingering on his. Heat warmed Jun’s cheeks and he looked away from Satoshi’s deep brown eyes.
The soft touch of Satoshi’s hand on his face felt cool as the man turned his face towards him. Jun locked eyes again, his breath caught in his throat. Satoshi leaned forward, gently placing his lips onto Jun’s. The kiss was soft and gentle.
Jun combed his fingers through Satoshi’s unruly hair, deepening the kiss. It felt good welding his lips onto the man's whom he had considered a good friend since their university days. Being with him for three weeks already, lying next to him every night...
They shifted until Jun was on his back, Satoshi over him, their lips still locked, their bodies intertwined.
That evening, they got ready to go to Grandma Aiba’s house. Jun felt light-hearted, ready to conquer the world. They had spent a relaxing day in each other’s company. They had made out on the bed for a little longer, until Jun had pulled back. He liked Satoshi a lot, and kissing him was the most fun he’d ever had, but he wasn’t yet ready to go all the way.
Satoshi had seemed to understand. He had merely stroked Jun’s cheek with his thumb, pecked a kiss on his nose, and told him to get back to writing on his laptop. Jun had done exactly that, but that time, they had both been leaning against the headboard of the bed, side by side and enjoying each other’s warmth.
“Don’t go flirting with the grandson, okay?’ Jun said, smiling in that teasing way. Satoshi smirked. “Maybe you’ll flirt with him,” he said, poking a finger into Jun’s rib, making him jerk. Satoshi laughed. Jun poked him back, which made him jump with a giggle. For the few steps to the front door, they poked each other and giggled until the landlady opened the door.
Dinner was great. Grandma Aiba had a nice spread of home-cooked meals, which they had been missing for a long time. Masaki kept glancing lewdly at Jun whenever Satoshi turned to look at Grandma Aiba. It was getting annoying, even if the man was hot. If it hadn't been for the make-out session earlier, Jun would have gladly flirted back, but being with Satoshi changed all that. True, he and his “boyfriend” weren’t a real couple, but somehow, he felt he would betray Satoshi.
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Day 25
Jun stayed home to work on his novel. Normally on a Thursday he would go to the library to write for a few hours, but he had been feeling too inspired at home for the last couple of days. He was just in the middle of a writing flow in the late afternoon when there was a knock on the door. Annoyed, Jun quickly finished his sentence before getting up to answer the unannounced visitor.
“Hey,” Masaki greeted, his grin wide and disarming. “Satoshi-san around?”
“No. He’s at his studio. Come back later.” Jun started to close the door, but Masaki held it open.
“Wait, wait, actually, I came here to talk to you.”
Jun frowned. “What about?” He crossed his arms across his chest. Masaki laughed. “Whoa, hey, I’m not here to fight.” He inclined his chin towards Jun. “You got some really cut shoulder muscles there. That shirt sculpts your torso so well.” He gave Jun a leery look. “I want to rip it off you.”
“Goodbye, Masaki-san,” Jun said, making another attempt to close the door. Again Masaki blocked the door with his hand. He started to come through the doorway. Jun blocked him, not moving back. Now the man was toe-to-toe with him, and he was tall enough to meet Jun’s eyes squarely leveled.
“Is that how you like to play? Hard to get?” Jun scoffed, fighting back the urge to punch the man on the nose. Instead, he tried a third time to close the door. Masaki was stronger than he looked. The man wouldn’t budge. “C’mon, Jun-san, I saw how you were looking at me at the bathhouse. You were definitely checking me out. Like what you saw?”
“Go away, Masaki, or you’ll be sorry.”
“Seriously? Why the resistance? It’s not like you and Satoshi are a couple.” His shock must have shown on his face for Masaki to laugh at him. “What? Did you think I wouldn’t catch on to that? You and Satoshi-san have been here for almost a month, and I've never seen you guys go out on a date, or make out, or have used condoms in the trash.”
“You sicko! You looked through our trash?!”
Masaki shrugged. “Just inspecting to confirm my suspicion. Judging by your reaction, though, I know I’m right.”
“Leave before I call the cops.”
Makai laughed, but this time, Jun could detect it wasn’t out of mirth. “You must have been watching too many American shows. Did you forget that our local cops aren’t that quick on the uptake of domestic disturbances?” He pushed himself further through the doorway, forcing Jun back a little. “C’mon Jun-san, I know you want me. I could tell by your eyes you want me so bad.”
Jun shoved him hard enough to push him back to the open door. Masaki only chuckled. “Ooh, you like it rough, huh?” the man goaded. Suddenly, Masaki grabbed his collar and twirled him against the wall, blocking him. Masaki smirked. “Now you’re mine.”
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Satoshi was standing at the entrance, glaring murderously at the intruder. Masaki smirked. “Oh, Satoshi-san, what do you care?”
“Get your fucking hands off my man.” Satoshi sounded calm, but the grip on his portfolio bag handle was tight, his knuckles turning white. A large vein popped on his forehead.
“’Your man’?” Masaki scoffed. “You two aren’t even a couple.”
“I am warning you, Masaki-san. Take your goddamn hands away from Jun and go home.”
Masaki pushed Jun aside, facing Satoshi head on. “I can just tell my grandmother that you two lied to her. You can’t threaten me and get away with it. Your asses will be out on the street in the morning.”
Satoshi shot forward, raising a fist. Masaki jerked back, his hands up to protect his face, but Satoshi stopped short. “Wimpy ass motherfucker. Go home Masaki before you hurt yourself.”
Masaki growled, but made his way to the door. He pointed at them. “You fuckers are so done living here. Lying to grandma like that.” He stormed out the door back to the house. Satoshi slammed the door behind the loser grandson.
“Th-thanks, Satoshi. I-”
“Forget it.” Satoshi held up his hand. “I’m too tired right now. I just want to lie down.” He dropped his portfolio bag onto the floor and took off his shirt, not bothering to change out of his jeans as he crawled onto the bed facing the wall, his back to Jun.
It was too early for his usual bedtime, but Jun became worried about the man’s demeanor. Satoshi was always quiet and subdued, but he seemed even more contemplative and withdrawn.
Jun turned off the lights, only the streetlights outside streamed through the thin curtains. He took off his clothes, except for his boxers, and lay down on the bed. Maybe he needed to get some sleep, too. Soon, everything was still, but a short moment later, he heard sniffling from the man.
“Satoshi?” When the guy didn’t answer, Jun leaned in closer against him. “Satoshi? Are you okay?” Jun placed a hand on Satoshi’s shaking shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
“I...” Sniffle.
“Are you mad at me? I didn’t know Masaki would come onto me like that. I’m sorry.” He wrapped an arm around Satoshi, his chin resting on the crook of his neck.
“I’m not mad at you. I’m just upset over something else.” He refused to face Jun even when nudged. With a sigh, Jun wrapped his arm tighter around Satoshi, nuzzling against the crook of his neck. He left butterfly kisses on his jaw, making his way to his chin, until he managed to turn Satoshi toward him and his lips landed on his.
Satoshi put his arm around Jun’s waist, moving his hand up and down alongside his body, squeezing his butt through the boxers. Jun moaned into the kiss. Satoshi flipped over until he was on top of Jun, their kisses deepened. Jun felt his hand gliding down between their bellies and sliding over his hardness.
Satoshi paused, pulling back, his eyes glimmering in the dimness of the room. “Jun, I want you so much,” he whispered. “But if…”
“No.” Jun quickly said shaking his head furiously. “I want you too. I’m okay, really.” Satoshi smiled and quickly got back to kissing. And Jun really was okay.
They lied there on the bed, spent after their first lovemaking. Neither of them spoke for a while, just cuddling in each other’s arms- Satoshi’s head on Jun’s chest. Jun ran his fingertips down Satoshi’s arm, still couldn’t believe the amazing sex they had. The sadness that Satoshi had had moments ago had ebbed away, but Jun could still sense something was on his mind. He asked him what it was.
Satoshi sighed. “I found out this afternoon that the art show is a bust. The man who offered his studio backed out on me. Now I have all these figurines and paintings stored with no place to go.”
“I’m sorry about that,” Jun said, kissing Satoshi’s hair. “Is there something I can do?”
“No, don’t worry about it.” Satoshi turned his head to kiss Jun’s jaw. “But it’s sweet for you to offer. I’ll just find another gallery to feature me.” Their lips found each other again, Satoshi shifting over Jun once more. Jun thought it better not to worry about the problem. For now.
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Day 26
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
Jun groaned into the pillow. Whoever there was at the door was clearly deranged. He peered one eye open to see the soft light of an early morning. Nope. The person would just have to go away. The insistent banging on the door stirred Satoshi beside him. “I’m coming,” he mumbled, his eyes still partly closed. Groaning, he slid off the bed and Jun got a gratuitous view of his firm ass. He must have realized his nakedness since he pulled on the cover and wrapped it around his body, leaving Jun fully exposed splayed on his stomach. Great. Whoever was at the door could take a good hard look at his ass and maybe kiss it. He was going back to sleep.
“What?” Satoshi demanded when he opened the door. “Oh! Grandma Aiba!”
That woke up Jun with a jolt and he quickly sat up in bed. There was no other blanket to cover himself with, so he snatched one of the pillows. The look on the old lady's face didn’t feel like good news. Masaki was also there, his smirk apparent as his grandma barged in.
“You lying scumbags!” Grandma Aiba pointed an accusing finger at Satoshi. “You told me you two were a couple, but my Masaki told me you are not. The deal for this place is couples only! You deliberately---” She stopped, her mouth hanging open, then stared at Satoshi. Jun thought she might have a heart attack. “Oh,” she said, backing away from Satoshi. She turned to Jun, blinking at him. He shifted under her scrutiny. She pointed at him. “I can still see your, um…”
“Oh,” Jun mumbled, shifting the pillow a bit. “Sorry.” Grandma Aiba turned back to Satoshi, but not before taking one final look at Jun. Did the old lady just check him out? Jun snatched the other pillow and held it against his torso.
“Can we help you, Grandma Aiba?” Satoshi said. “We just woke up. If you sat down, I could make us some coffee.” He gestured lamely at the electric kettle over the other bureau that Satoshi used. “It’ll just be instant coffee, though since we don’t have a coffee maker.”
“No, no,” she said. The red fury from her face seemed to lessen, but she refused to look them in the eye. “My grandson must have been mistaken. Sorry for the intrusion. You!” she barked, and Jun looked back to Masaki jumping at his grandmother’s voice. She stomped over to him and grabbed his ear. “Why did you badmouth them, telling me such idiotic things?”
“Ow, ow, ow. Sorry, Grandma.” He whined all the way back to their house. Satoshi closed the door after their departure and turned to Jun. They stared at each other in shock for a moment before bursting into laughter.
Jun tapped on the mattress. “What a way to start our day. Come back to bed.” Satoshi shrugged, but obeyed. They needed to get to work on their projects, but it was Friday. They’d just take a day off.
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Day 30
People were streaming into The Black Bean Coffee, Nino’s coffee shop. True, most of them were there for the coffee, availing the grand opening of the business, but some were there to look at Satoshi’s art. People were milling around the clay and ceramic figurines and paintings of the neighborhood’s local artist.
Jun watched from the corner table of the shop, a soft smile on his face as he watched Satoshi greeting people that flocked around him. Maybe it was the soft sunlight shining through the windows of the shop, but Satoshi seemed to beam, his smile brought warmth to Jun’s face. During a lull between people coming up to him, Satoshi caught his eyes across the room. The older man waved.
“Hey.” Nino pulled out a chair beside him and sat down. He followed Jun’s line of vision. “Wow, you got it bad,” he teased. “So, I guess rooming together with one of your closest friends turned out way better than you hoped, huh?” Normally his cheeky smile irked Jun, but he merely rolled his eyes.
“Jealous?”
Nino just laughed. The guy behind the counter called out Nino’s name, and Jun turned to see a cute guy motioning for Nino to come. Nino chuckled. “New guy to the city,” he said, thumbing at the counter. “Cute, right?” He patted Jun on the shoulder as he got up. “Maybe I can ask him to be my roommate.” He winked. Jun chuckled. “Coming, Sho-chan~” Nino called as he made his way back to the counter.
Satoshi walked over to him, waving to Nino on the way, and sat down. He leaned in and kissed Jun on the cheek. “Thank you for this, Jun,” he said. “Your idea to showcase my art here was the best.”
Jun kissed him on the lips. “You’re the best.” They kissed deeply with no care for the rest of the world until someone cleared his throat near them. They both turned to the guy standing there with two small plates of sliced cake. Jun recognized him as the new guy in town.
“Sho-san, right?” Jun asked. “The new guy?”
Sho nodded, setting the plates in front of them. “Nino said as a gift for a job well done, Ohno-san.”
“So, Sho-san, where are you staying in the city?” Satoshi asked.
Sho straightened up, beaming. “Nino asked me to be his roommate.” He smiled, bade them to eat, and left to get back to the counter. Jun chuckled, glancing over at Nino, who gave him a thumbs up.
“What was that about?” Satoshi frowned.
“Nothing. He was just inspired.” Jun stopped Satoshi’s next question with another kiss. Surprised, Satoshi didn’t mind the interruption. He didn’t mind the bouquet of roses Jun gave him, either.
The End
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Date: 2018-04-21 01:41 pm (UTC)thank you for choosing one of my favourite fanfic themes. Isn't it always fun how much someone is against something and in the end, he's over the other so much?^^
I was surprised how easy Jun gave into Ohno'S pleading - leaving his better apartment (although he has to cope with Nino) for this cramped space. This already told me how much he liked Ohno already XD
Of course they get closer at such a small apartment - there wasn't much space they could put between themselves, right?^^ So it was only natural how it developed and I am glad that both of them felt alright with the flow.
I only have to admit that I have my problems to imagine our sunshine boy as someone who takes what he wants without caring for the other's opinion (I mean, that he has the hots for Jun is nothing questionable - we all do, right?!^^).
I would love to get to know how Nino will work his way into Sho's life who probably has no idea what is awating him LOL
Thank you for writing this story for me!