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Dedication (part 1)

Pairing: Ten Lee x fem/afab!reader

Genre: idol au, slow-ish burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, major fluff, eventual and abundant smut

Tags: incredibly self-indulgent; Ten is obsessed with Y/N (respectfully, with signs of flourishing mental health); NCT and WayV exist and Ten is in them; college party; alcohol; Y/N's friends are named after aespa members cuz I'm lazy; with guest stars Johnny, Jaehyun, Mark, and Haechan

Summary: Y/N is a creative writing student at a university in a major city. Ten is an idol from one of the most famous k-pop groups in the world. Can I make it anymore obvious?

Word Count: 7.9k

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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The vibrations from the booming bass of the music pulsated inside your chest, mingling with your heartbeat. You and your roommate, Karina, had pushed back all of the dining room furniture to create a makeshift dance floor. It wasn’t terribly often that the two of you entertained party guests, but it definitely wasn’t the first time either. You were both fourth-year college students in the area, and the home belonged to Karina’s father. Her father was quite wealthy, and not only that but he loved to spoil his daughter. So when you and Karina had decided to move out on your own while completing your studies, he made sure his daughter and her best friend were both well taken care of.

The house wasn’t huge, but the main level had an incredibly open floor plan, so it was perfect for converting into a nightclub on a budget. The kitchen was transformed into a bar, the living room a lounge area. There were speakers set up to surround the dining area, which is where you found yourself now, letting your favorite party mix shake through you at top volume while you waited for people to arrive.

Karina was still upstairs getting ready. She didn’t typically take this long, but this time was different because her childhood friend, Jeong Yuno, more affectionately known as Jaehyun, would be attending. When she’d told you his name, you’d shrugged noncommittally, which didn’t seem to be the reaction she was expecting, although you had no idea as to why. You’d met plenty of her friends before. Why should this time be any different?

Your look was simple. You’d styled your hair in the quickest way you knew how while also managing to make it appear deceptively glamorous. Your make-up was simple, too, just some eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. Spritzing perfume on your neck and wrists, you nodded at yourself with approval in the mirror before you’d returned to your bedroom to get dressed.

Tight blue jeans covered your legs, accentuating your ass and calves, and you wore your favorite classic black top tucked into them. The look was completed by a pair of black converse.

It wasn’t much, and it didn’t take long, but you felt good.

One of your conditions for agreeing to this party was that, as per usual, Karina act as the primary host of the event, and you be allowed to act as one of the crowd. However, one of Karina’s responding conditions was that you help out in the kitchen when liquor needed to be restocked from the stash the two of you kept in the basement. After accepting each other’s conditions, you shook on it, and Karina hopped in the shower.

It’d been a couple of hours since then, and people were meant to be arriving shortly.

As if summoned by your very thoughts, the doorbell rang. Your stomach turned with anxiety at the prospect of having to welcome them in Karina’s stead while she finished getting ready, but she saved you from such a terrible fate, rushing down the stairs as she applied her final layer of lip gloss and shouted, “I got it!” Tucking her lip gloss into the back pocket of her pants, she swung the door open, offering a vibrant greeting to your first guests. From what you could hear, it was Jaehyun and whoever he’d chosen to bring along that had arrived.

The sound of their overly chipper voices ringing from the foyer was your cue to get a drink, and you escaped to the kitchen, pouring yourself a vodka tonic. In general, you tended to prefer sweet drinks because you couldn’t stand the taste of alcohol, but there was something refreshing about vodka and tonic, something that allowed you to believe maybe what you were consuming was actually good for you. The denial, self-aware as it was, brought you a sense of comfort.

After several generous sips, the excited greetings died down in the other room, multiple sets of footsteps now travelling in your direction. You still weren’t quite ready to socialize, especially with new people, so you tipped your red solo cup back and drained it, tossing it in the waste bin under the sink, then started for the hallway in hopes of making it back to the dinette-turned-dancefloor before running into Karina’s guest of honor and his cohorts.

Unfortunately, you weren’t quite quick enough, bumping directly into one of said cohorts when you rounded the corner out of the kitchen. The stranger immediately caught you by the shoulders to help you keep your balance. Their hands were steady and strong.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry—”

“No, no, please, I wasn’t paying enough attention, it’s totally my…” Your words trailed off, your mind gone blank as you lifted your gaze to look at the man that you’d just collided with. A blush blazed across your cheeks, the heat of it spreading throughout your entire body, your bone marrow simmering.

You’d never seen someone so confusing. His face was pretty, so pretty you could hardly believe he was real. His features were soft and sharp all at once. His hair, pure black, was a good length, just hitting the back of his neck, although not shaggy or unkempt, and his layered bangs framed his face perfectly, the part in his hair just shy of center. You had the immediate and delirious urge to run your fingers through it.

And if that bit of him wasn’t confusing enough, the rest of him was so much worse. His neck was long and pronounced, almost feminine if not for the obvious Adam's apple protruding from it. His shoulders were broad but not intimidating. His chest and arms were prominent in the fitted t-shirt he wore, and you could tell he was in good shape. With how lean he was, you figured he must be a swimmer or member of track and field at your university. Your mind couldn’t even conceive of the idea that he was a world-renowned dancer.

It was like an updated version of “Goldilocks and the Three Bears.” After knowing so many men who were too much of this, not enough of that, you’d discovered one that was just right.

His lips, pink and petal-like and bow-shaped, spread into a smile — god, what a smile — and he chuckled lightly, yanking you out of your stupor, which had happened in the space of a single breath, the passage of time seeming to have slowed as you took him in. You were suddenly hyper aware of his hands, still gently holding your arms. You fought not to shiver.

“Let’s just agree to share the blame on this one, yeah?”

You laughed and nodded awkwardly, embarrassed at both your clumsiness and your gawking but doing your best not to show it. You needed to get out of there, to prevent any further humiliation on your part, and as if sensing this, your urge to flee, the beautiful man promptly released you from his grasp, allowing you to make your way through the small crowd in the doorway. A quick glance informed you that there were four other men present, each one of them also incredibly handsome, though none quite so handsome as the one you’d managed to carelessly barrel into. There was an itch in the back of your mind, a feeling that you recognized one or two of them, but you weren’t sure from where. And you certainly didn’t have the wherewithal to figure it out in that moment.

The warmth of your embarrassment merged with the warmth from the buzz of your first drink as you brushed past the small company of men currently smirking at you. Finding your favorite spot on the floor, some cheesy Dua Lipa song playing, you started to move, shaking off whatever it was that had just happened to you. As the minutes passed, the room filled with the rest of the party guests until you were surrounded by bodies, on the dancefloor, in the kitchen, in the living room. The party was an absolute smash.

You moved around a bit, harmlessly flirting here and there, visiting with the few people from university you actually considered close enough acquaintances to warrant conversation, pouring yourself a couple more drinks, just enough to maintain your buzz without losing your sense. Throughout all of this, though, you noticed him, the beautiful man you’d crashed into. You couldn’t help but to notice him, his entire being demanded it of you.

He seemed to be everywhere that you were, always talking to someone, usually one of his comrades who’d witnessed your run-in earlier but sometimes others, people who always looked so thrilled to be in his presence. Still, in spite of this, they couldn’t quite capture his full attention. You knew this because he kept sparing glances at you each time you looked at him, even if he was in the middle of speaking, his train of thought clearly much more capable of navigating multiple tracks at once than yours was.

It became grounding for you to seek his eyes out in the crowd, a security blanket amidst the social anxiety. The dance floor acted as your unspoken home base, where you could always find him if you somehow misplaced one another, you somewhere in the middle, feeling the rhythm of the music, swaying your hips to it, and him standing at the edge, leaning against the wall and watching you. Complete strangers, the two of you, yet sharing in some strange psychological sanctuary together. You wondered if he would ever acknowledge it and approach you.

But at some point, he disappeared, and you couldn’t even find him out on the floor. Disappointment hollowed you out like an ice cream scoop to your insides. Which was just silly because, again, you were complete strangers. You knew absolutely nothing about him.

Nothing except the perfect silhouette of his profile in the dim party lighting. Nothing except the sound of his laugh, floating over the din of the crowd whenever one of his friends said something especially funny. Nothing except the vibrance of his sweet smile, the quiet power in his posture, the slight upturn of his nose, the way his eyes shone with something open yet intimate when he gazed at you, like a secret only you were privy to.

Maybe you knew everything you needed to.

Karina touched your shoulder, startling you where you stood in the kitchen, pretending to listen to some guy from your weekly chem lab tell a story about a minor celebrity he’d met a few weeks ago, which you truly couldn’t have cared less about. “Hey, Y/N, would you mind running down to the basement to get a fresh bottle of tequila? The people demand more shots!”

You shoved her shoulder playfully as you walked toward the door leading to the basement. “Anything for you, my liege,” you called back theatrically, your best friend’s pealing giggles echoing after you as you descended the stairs. Swinging around the banister at the bottom, humming to yourself, you made a beeline for the fridge that held the extra supply of liquor for just such occasions as these.

When you opened the refrigerator, light poured out, illuminating the space, and you nearly jumped out of your skin as you realized you weren’t alone. On the other side of the room, sitting on the tattered old love seat, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, was your handsome stranger. He seemed to discover your presence at the same time as you discovered his, though he was significantly less alarmed than you were, probably because it was much more reasonable to expect someone to eventually join you in the basement than to expect someone might already be waiting for you in it, all alone, in the dark.

Your heart rate and breathing were slowly returning to normal as you gaped at him and said, “You lost?”

He was smiling at you again, as if he was delighted to see you, which was unfair because you were trying to be irritated at him for frightening you. “What? Oh no, I just needed some air.”

“So you decided to get it in a stuffy basement?” You cocked an eyebrow at him, tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Hey, I didn’t say I needed the air to be fresh,” he shot back, his wit impressively quick.

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, I mean what’s all the fuss about fresh air, right? Breathing in air that’s mostly dust builds character.”

He scoffed, masking his amusement with you, “Well, what about you then? What was so important you were willing to compromise your precious respiratory system by coming down here for it?”

Biting back a smile, you reached your hand into the open fridge, deliberately slow, and pulled out the bottle of Pueblo. “The powers that be, also known as my roommate, charged me with procuring this potion to pacify our esteemed guests.”

“Ahhh, I see.” He nodded in fond understanding. “And do you plan on partaking in this potion?”

“Oh god, no!” You cringed, mind suddenly flooded with memories of past exploits fueled by tequila, memories from your freshman year, an exciting but reckless and at times regrettable period in your life. “Believe me, the last thing anyone needs is me getting drunk on tequila.”

His eyebrows hit his hairline. “And why is that?”

You scratched the back of your neck bashfully. “Uh, let’s just say that, when I drink tequila, I tend to make some questionable, arguably bad choices.”

“Define bad.” He was leaning forward, conspiratorially, as if he’d asked you to reveal the secrets of the universe.

“No, I don’t think I will,” you rebuffed plainly, no longer restraining your smile as it transformed into a smug grin, reveling in the opportunity to tease him.

His elbow was planted on the arm of the love seat now, chin sitting in his open palm as he gazed at you with something you couldn’t quite place, something that made your insides squirm. Sighing, he simply said, “Fair enough.” But his tone didn’t match his words. He wasn’t admitting defeat at your declining to elaborate, rather he was claiming a different kind of victory altogether, the specifics of which were a mystery to you.

Clearing your throat, the air in the room suddenly stifling, charged with electricity, you thought it best to make your escape and rejoin the party. “Well, try not to deprive the other guests of your delightful company for too long, okay?”

You turned to climb back up the stairs but the man’s voice stopped you. “I’m Ten, by the way.”

Why was your heart racing? All he’d said was his own name. You swallowed thickly. “My name is Y/N,” you offered, barely more than a whisper.

“Pretty.” Just like you, he thought.

He was still smiling at you as you fled from him for the second time that evening. You scurried back into the kitchen and handed Karina the tequila, still reeling from the interaction you’d just had as she poured a round of shots for your guests. But before you could say anything to her about it, your best friend was bringing a separate matter to your attention. “Y/N, have you seen Ning? I invited her tonight, and she said she was gonna come, but I haven’t seen her yet. I’m worried about her, you know?” Your heart sank. Yes, you did know because you were worried, too.

One of your closest friends from university, Ningning, had recently experienced an especially rough break-up. A couple of weeks ago, she’d walked in on her boyfriend of almost three years with another woman in their bed. After immediately throwing him out, she had called you and Karina to come over and sit with her as she broke down and cried. You’d held her in your arms, smoothing her hair and wiping her tears as Karina forced her to sip water and take deep breaths until the shooting pain in her heart settled into a dull, throbbing ache.

Naturally, she’d been struggling to adjust to her new normal, her sleep schedule in shambles, GPA suffering, appetite nearly nonexistent. You’d both been doing all you could to try and help, reminding her to eat, hyping her up by telling her how beautiful she looked every chance you got, even going so far as doing assignments for her in the classes you shared. You loved her, and you knew she’d do the same if you were in her place.

Hell, you had been in her place, your last break-up tragic in its own right. Karina had been your saving grace then, so you saw it as your responsibility to pay that forward with Ningning now. “I haven’t seen her, Kay, but I’ll see if I can track her down. Leave it to me, all right? You just focus on having fun.” You took her hand for a moment, squeezing it reassuringly, and she sighed, weary but accepting as you began your search, moving through the house and surveying each room in hopes of finding your friend.

It didn’t take you long. You asked yourself where you would’ve ended up if you’d gotten stuck at a party like this while still struggling with your break-up, and the answer brought you right to her, sitting on the big armchair in the corner of the living room where you and Karina usually sat up your Christmas tree each year, clinging desperately to a throw pillow like some sort of life line, knees tucked up to her chest as she watched the flurry of people around her with wide eyes. She looked so lost. You had to save her.

Approaching her slowly, like she might get spooked and run off, you knelt down in front of her, a gentle hand landing lightly on her calf. “Ning?” She started, her eyes snapping to meet yours, her bottom lip trembling at the sight of you. The relief that came with your presence made her want to break down, but she knew she couldn’t in front of all your guests. “Hey, talk to me. How’re you doing?”

She let out a ragged breath. “Not great.”

“What do you need from me? How can I help?” you asked sincerely, ready to go to the ends of the earth if it would somehow help her smile again.

“I don’t know, Y/N. I just feel so… unattractive. In every way. I hate that there are so many people here to look at me without really seeing me, hate seeing them all effortlessly interacting with each other, finding interest in each other, hate watching all the public displays of affection. I’m lonely, but the thought of initiating a conversation with anyone here besides you or Kay in order to fix that makes me feel sick. I grew so dependent on him that I don’t even know how to connect with anyone on my own anymore, and I’m so scared of being rejected, or worse, being accepted only to be betrayed again.”

The familiarity of the feeling behind her words struck a chord in you. “Hey, you made connections just fine before him, right? I’m living proof. It’s just gonna take time for you to figure out how again. You’ll get there. But for now, for this particular moment, what can I do to help? Do you want me to take you home?” Her brow creased as she considered your words, still a little too lost in her own mind to find her way forward. You could work with that. A smirk forming on your face, you pulled on her ankles, bringing her bent legs down in front of you, sliding your hands up and over her knees, creeping over her thighs toward the edge of her skirt. “Or do you want me to… take you home?”

She blushed furiously. “Y/N, stop, people are staring!” But despite her protest, she smiled, and soon enough, the two of you dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Unbeknownst to you, Ten had climbed out of the basement shortly after you, just missing you in the kitchen as you’d walked off to find Ningning, coming across his friends laughing it up at Karina’s childhood stories about Jaehyun instead.

“No fucking way—” Haechan’s piercing voice filled up the whole space, holding its own against the soundwaves pouring in from the amps in the dining room.

“I’m serious, Hyuck! Just before the song with his big solo in it, I turned to Yuno and told him a joke that made him laugh so hard he peed himself and ran off stage crying.” The other three boys, amused at their friend’s past misfortune, clapped their hands like well-rehearsed seals as Jaehyun scrubbed his hand over his face, his ears gone scarlet with embarrassment. “Oh, but it gets even better. The following Monday, when we were watching the tape from the choir concert in our music class, he got so flustered during the part of the video where he had his accident that he ended up peeing himself again.”

Ten joined Mark where he sat on the counter, adjacent to the counter housing the sink which Johnny, Jaehyun, and Haechan were currently leaning against. Karina was standing in the center of the kitchenette facing all of them as she recalled Jaehyun’s tragic tale.

“I’m honestly amazed he didn’t give up on singing altogether,” she concluded.

Clearing his throat, Jaehyun shot playful daggers at his childhood friend. “Why don’t we change the subject to something less mortifying for me?”

Mark jumped in, tapping Ten’s shoulder as his feet swung where they hung off the edge of the counter, “Like where you’ve been for the past half hour!”

“Yeah, I can’t believe you ditched us, dude.” Haechan was pouting at Ten, but Ten had grown impervious to the younger man’s methods, simply rolling his eyes in response.

Shrugging, he said, “I just needed some personal space, so I went down to the basement for a bit. That’s all.”

“Ah, then you must’ve bumped into Y/N again!” Karina turned her teasing on Ten now, referencing his run-in with you when the group of men had first arrived.

But Ten just smiled softly at the mention of you. “Actually, I did bump into her. We had a nice little chat. Where’d she run off to?”

“She went looking for a friend of ours.” Karina whipped her head around, looking from room to room. She had a fairly good vantage point from the middle of the kitchen, able to act as a responsible host and keep an eye out for any funny business. Soon enough, she spotted you where you’d discovered Ningning. “There she is!” She pointed you out to Ten, but the others tracked the gesture as well and happened to look at you just as you were getting handsy with the heartbroken girl in front of you.

Haechan, ever incapable of thinking before he speaks, especially when he’s been drinking, rubbed his eyes dramatically and blurted, “Whoa, what is happening there? Am I drunker than I realize or are they about to go at it?”

Johnny smacked the back of his younger friend’s head before turning to their host. “Sorry, we can’t take him anywhere—”

“Hey,” Haechan complained, “don’t act like you weren’t thinking the exact same thing, man.”

“Yes, but only you were dumb enough to actually say it, Hyuck.” Mark sighed, hanging his head in his hands.

Karina chuckled at the exchange. “Guys, it’s fine, really. But it’s nothing. They’re just friends. Ningning, the one in the armchair? She went through a cataclysmically bad break-up recently, and Y/N is simply trying to make her feel better.”

“Make her feel better by fucking her?”

“Bro—”

“No, Hyuck,” Karina broke in, impressively patient, “not by fucking her. Y/N does like girls—and boys, for that matter—but she’s not actually interested in sleeping with Ning. She’s just reminding her what it’s like to be seen as sexy by someone besides her ex. Y/N has this talent for making someone feel like they’re the only other person that exists, you know? Like she can see inside your mind, see all your worries and woes, and draw them from you like venom from a snake bite just by saying the right words, by smiling in a certain way. Believe me, she’s worked her magic on me more times than I can count, and it’s… something.”

As she said this, Haechan, Mark, Jaehyun, and Johnny watched you with renewed interest while you got up off the floor, encouraging Ningning to make room for you on the seat of the armchair with her. She did so gladly, and you rewarded her by wrapping her in your arms, allowing her to lean on your shoulder, your hand reaching up to run your fingers through her hair. The small audience you’d unknowingly gained the attention of couldn’t tell what you were saying, but they could see you start speaking to her, could tell that, whatever spell you were casting, it was slowly bringing her out of the despair which had possessed her up to this point of the evening. A smile found its way to her face and, in turn, to all of theirs.

Meanwhile, Ten’s blood was boiling. Karina had just explained that you and Ningning were only friends, nothing more, and he understood that, yet his blood was boiling at the sight of you touching her so intimately, so thoughtfully. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew it was because he wished it were him being graced by your touch. He knew it was because he wanted you. But he’d never felt this way before, not over anyone, let alone a stranger he’d met mere hours prior. What was going on with him?

He tried isolating his desire, distinguishing it from his envy. He tried to focus on it as he watched you. He was used to the feeling of wanting someone. He’d wanted plenty of people, and had succeeded in having most of them, too. But it was never like this. The last time he remembered wanting something this badly was when he decided to become a dancer.

Yet, at the same time, he felt so completely unworthy of you, which was also foreign to him. It made his head spin, a strange concoction of confusion, rage, and longing churning in his heart.

Maybe he’d had too much to drink. Maybe he just needed to fuck. Either way, he needed to do something about whatever he was experiencing, or he was going to lose his mind.

In the living room, you continued to comfort Ningning. “You are super hot, though, Ning. I hope you know that. You could have anyone here if you wanted to.”

She gave you an incredulous look. “Okay, that statement is already ludicrous, but when you consider the fact that five of the most famous dudes in the entire world just happen to be at this party, it’s even worse, you lying liar.”

Your brain short-circuited. “Wait, what? What are you talking about, Ning?”

Her jaw dropped. “Are you kidding? Y/N, do you seriously not know who any of those guys are?” Sweeping her hand through the air, she gestured toward the five men currently keeping your best friend company in the kitchen, the incredulity in her eyes now doubled.

You shook your head calmly, but your heart rate was starting to pick up with the direction this conversation was taking. “Who are they?”

“They’re from NCT!” she practically shrieked. When you offered no reaction, she groaned in frustration. “Y/N, they’re a k-pop group. A really well known one at that. You honestly had no idea?”

You’d never really been much into k-pop aside from the couple of songs that had managed to make it onto mainstream radio (although you did like them), so no, you truly hadn’t had any idea that the childhood friend your housemate had invited, as well as his friends who’d tagged along, were “famous.”

It made sense to you now why Karina had signified to all the people she’d invited that this party was meant to be completely offline, even going so far as to make guests surrender their cellphones to her custody when they entered your home. She’d claimed it was because you all needed to stop investing so much in your online identities and learn to live in the moment, to actually enjoy all your experiences first hand instead of focusing on how they might be perceived by others. No one had questioned it because Karina was notorious for throwing great parties, and they didn’t want to miss out.

You really wished you’d been paying more attention when people had initially begun to arrive, though, because you were sure they must have been ready to strangle Karina for preventing them from being able to document this particular experience and share it on social media.

But now, as you glanced up and locked eyes with Ten, your handsome stranger, you suddenly felt deeply embarrassed at your behavior. You couldn’t believe how you’d spoken to him, knowing the kind of people he probably had to deal with all the time. He must’ve thought you were an idiot, and hey, you couldn’t quite find it in yourself to blame him if that were the case.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you turned your attention back to Ningning. “Okay, so, I need to go over there and apologize to one of them because I’m a fucking dumbass.” Her face twisted with shock at your admission. What could Y/N, of all people, have possibly done to upset one of them? “Are you gonna be all right if I leave you alone for a bit?”

“Oh no,” Ningning answered, “there’s no way I’m missing this. I’m coming with you.”

You gawked at her, affronted. Who knew all it took to break her out of her shell and distract her from her own misery was your public humiliation? She laughed–somewhat maniacally–and stood, taking you by the hand and dragging you toward the kitchen as you groaned in defeat. You tripped over your feet clumsily, your friend practically having thrown you into the proverbial lion’s den, all five men’s eyes on you immediately. “Uhhh, h-hi,” you stuttered, awkwardly waving at the spectators of your mortifying display.

One of them, the biggest and arguably most intimidating of the bunch, showed you mercy, reaching a hand out to steady you. “Hi, Y/N!” He must have registered your surprise at his having known your name because he quickly added, “Sorry, didn’t mean to spook you, your roomie was just telling us all about you right before you came over here.”

You shot subtle daggers at said roommate. “Was she now?” She just smiled smugly at you, clearly happy with herself. Shaking it off and resolving that your best friend could be properly dealt with later, you righted yourself and sought out the person you’d actually been intending to speak with. He was already looking at you when you locked in on him, his gaze intense as ever, hot enough to brand you. Was he doing it on purpose or did it come naturally? You had to figure it was the latter since the former would imply he had some sort of intentions where you were concerned, a concept you weren’t foolish enough to entertain for even a moment.

“Hey you,” he greeted, beating you to the punch. “Change your mind about the tequila?”

His callback to your earlier conversation made you smile, an embarrassingly shy laugh bubbling out of you and into the open air, the sound buzzing inside Ten’s brain, the most pleasant warmth spreading throughout his chest in response. “Not a chance,” you replied cheekily.

“Shame,” he countered, smirking at you brazenly.

Everyone else was glancing between the two of you with varying levels of intrigue, Johnny wearing a knowing look, Karina and Ningning communicating with each other telepathically, and the other three men stuck on how cute you looked when you blushed. Neither you nor Ten detected any of this, too swept up in your third direct interaction of the evening, too engrossed by the genesis occurring inside you.

The moment was finally broken when a male voice cut through the silence, belonging to another of Ten’s friends, “So are you gonna introduce us or what, dude?”

Ten glared at him but sighed in resignation, not willing to endure one of the younger man’s world famous tantrums right now. His voice deliberately monotone, he gestured lackadaisically and said, “Y/N, this is Haechan.” Haechan, you repeated internally, memorizing the information. He was obviously the youngest based on the way the others regarded him. The boy offered you a blinding smile, waving his hand emphatically. Ten snorted, adding, “Don’t worry, he grows on you.”

“Hey,” Haechan huffed, crossing his arms indignantly. It was absolutely adorable.

Ignoring him, Ten quickly moved on. “And this is Jaehyun. I’m sure Karina mentioned him to you.”

You grinned at Jaehyun, excited to have some advanced knowledge. “Is it okay if I call you Yuno like Kay does?”

He returned your grin and chuckled, the sound deep and rich, filled with bass. He both appeared and sounded like a prince from a storybook, and you would probably be more susceptible to his charms if you weren’t already so taken by Ten. “Sure, angel. You can call me whatever you feel like.”

Ten had never really felt like murdering Jaehyun before, usually reserving those kinds of urges for the likes of Haechan, but it took everything in him not to snap at that moment. He seriously needed to get his emotions or whatever the hell was happening with him in check.

“Wait, wait, then I want her to call me Hyuck instead of Haechan!” the adorable boy whined, his big brown eyes imploring you.

Before any of the other men had a chance to chastise him, you responded, “I can do that! It’s nice to meet you, Hyuck.”

The tallest one rolled his eyes and groaned. “Please, don’t encourage him. We’ll never hear the end of it.” You found it amusing how much they all behaved like brothers. It was clear they must have known each other for quite a long time, probably about as long as you and Karina had known each other if their heated yet ultimately playful exchanges were anything to go by. “I’m Johnny, by the way.”

“And last but not least,” Ten interjected, “this is Mark.” He reached out and pinched the other man’s cheek, cooing at him lovingly.

Mark shoved Ten’s hand away. “Come on, man, not in front of the pretty girls!” His friends all just laughed at his distress, and he shook his head, exasperated. Cheeks flushed, he reached a polite hand out to shake yours. “It’s an honor to meet you, Y/N. And who’s your friend?”

Ningning squeaked from where she stood a few feet behind you, having assumed the handsome men would simply look right through her. Her reaction brought you to the decision that Mark was definitely your favorite of Ten’s friends so far. You smiled and pulled Ningning closer to you, wrapping your arm around her shoulders to bolster her. “This is Ningning!” She gave them a small wave but avoided eye contact like her life depended on it, looking absolutely anywhere in the kitchen other than at any of the men currently observing her.

“Not to throw Karina under the bus or anything, but when she pointed Y/N out to us, she also explained that Y/N was trying to cheer you up. She said you went through a pretty rough break-up recently,” Mark admitted, his voice tender. Ningning gasped quietly, meeting his sincere gaze. “I was really sorry to hear that.”

Johnny nodded solemnly. “So was I.”

“We all were,” Jaehyun assured her.

“I don’t know what happened, what the guy said or did, and I’m sure Y/N and Karina have told you this more than enough, but it will get better,” Haechan began, his wilier side giving way to something more genuine, something that told you there was more to him than most people probably gave him credit for. “Everything might feel shitty now, but there will come a time when the way you’re feeling now is nothing but a memory. You won’t be able to believe you ever wasted so much energy on that loser. You’ll smile more easily and laugh more freely. And it’ll be sooner than you think. I promise.” You were stunned to hear those words come from the youngest. You hoped he was just wise beyond his years and not speaking from personal experience, the thought of someone having broken the boy’s heart absolutely unacceptable to you.

Their kindness had managed to break the ice, thawing Ningning’s nerves. You heard her sniffle from where she stood still pressed against your side. “Thank you,” she said quietly, silence falling over your small company.

“Hey, why don’t we play a game,” Johnny suggested, attempting to lighten the mood. “20 questions?” The rest of you either nodded or hummed your assent, more than ready to reignite the party. “Mark, why don’t you go first?”

The starry eyed boy’s mouth fell open in shock as he sputtered, “Uh, o-okay, I… I’m thinking of a person—”

“Justin Bieber.” Haechan cut him off, an impressively smug look on his face.

“Aw, come on!” Mark whined, hopping off the counter in a huff.

The boys began to bicker, Johnny attempting to mediate while Jaehyun, Karina, and Ningning looked on and laughed. You were endeared by the display, taking Mark’s now empty place on the counter and observing fondly as Johnny eventually managed to calm things back down and get Mark to pick a new subject for the others to guess, one that wasn’t quite so obvious. But just as he was about to begin, Ten pulled your attention away from the others, bumping his shoulder gently against yours and nodding toward Ningning.

“Is she doing okay?” he asked, his voice soft, eyes glimmering with genuine concern.

You sighed wearily, offering him a small yet reassuring smile as you gazed at your friend, watching her have real fun for the first time in weeks. “She’s… getting there. I’d say she’s about as okay as anyone can expect her to be at this point, you know? She thought she’d found her person. She had this whole vision of their future together, the life they would make, and that’s gone now. She’s mourning that, learning to live with the nostalgia for what might have been. It’s a haunting feeling.”

Ten’s eyebrows furrowed, the concern in his eyes magnifying. “You sound like you have some experience.”

“Unfortunately.” Your gaze fell to your hands, now nervously fidgeting with a loose thread on the side seam of your jeans.

“So you believed you’d found the one?”

You laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I did.” You wondered if Ten could see it, could see just how foolish and ashamed you felt at the thought of the person you once believed to be your perfect match.

“And what about now? Do you still believe you could? Do you still believe in soulmates?”

Your breath stopped, your racing thoughts skidding to an almost violent halt. You hadn’t been prepared for that question. You were so used to people asking you what happened, so used to recounting your own misery just to be met with empty platitudes or pity. This was the first time anyone had asked you anything like this, had been more interested in the state of your mind than they were in the gory details of what had devastated it.

You stopped fidgeting and looked up at Ten, whose eyes were still trained on you, shining with a sensitivity you didn’t think most people were even capable of.

For the first time, you considered it. You considered the condition of your faith in love after the trials you had faced. And once you did, you began to speak out loud thoughts that you were only just now conceiving. “I don’t know if I’d say I believe in soulmates. At least, not in the traditional sense. But I do believe that, at some point in each of our lives, we will meet the person, out of everyone we’re destined to encounter, who is best suited for us as a partner, as a lover. And it’s up to us to see it. A lot of people probably miss out on their greatest chance at true love because they’re too afraid of getting it wrong and ending up with a broken heart. It’s hard not to be afraid, though, especially when you actually have gotten it wrong before.”

Ten nodded perceptively. “So you’re afraid?”

“I mean, yeah, of course I am,” you admitted. “There’s a lot of people in the world, many of them incredibly magnetic and beautiful. How are you supposed to know which one is the one for you?”

He looked down at the counter where your hands had subconsciously moved closer to one another, your pinkies nearly touching, and smiled to himself. “You’ll know.”

Your eyes closed as you let his words soak through you. He sounded so sincere that it actually made you wonder if he could be right, if maybe there was still hope for you. You wanted to thank him, but weren’t sure how, which suddenly reminded you of why you’d walked over here with Ningning in the first place. Clearing your throat, you met his eyes and said, “I wanted to apologize to you.”

“For what?” he asked, confused.

“For how I spoke to you earlier. I… I didn’t know who you were. Ningning explained it to me, and I just… I didn’t want you to think I was some sort of crazed fan following you around.” You chewed your lip, once again too distracted by your own nerves to notice Ten tracking the movement with his eyes, practically hypnotized.

“You didn’t know who I was? At all?” he probed. You shook your head, and he gave you his brightest smile yet, butterflies stirring inside you at the sight. “So, this whole time, you’ve just been interacting with me as Ten, normal dude at a college party?”

“Yeah, that’s the long and short of it, I suppose,” you answered.

Ten gave you an incredulous look. “Why would you ever apologize for treating me like a normal person?”

You shrugged awkwardly, unsure of how to handle yourself in Ten’s presence for about the millionth time that evening. “I don’t know. I just felt like I could have offended you in some way, and I never wanted that.”

He chuckled again, a sound you were beginning to grow quite fond of, and leaned closer to you, his breath tickling the skin of your neck. “What did you want then?”

You nearly choked, a blush blazing up your neck and across your cheeks. “I-I don’t know—“

“You say that a lot.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Well, there’s a lot I don’t know.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he said plainly, still smiling, driving you crazy.

Just as you were about to give him a piece of your mind, Haechan’s voice cut through and broke the illusion that you and Ten were alone rather than surrounded by a house full of people. “Y/N, it’s your turn.”

You’d forgotten about the game of 20 questions entirely. And as you were dragged back to reality, all at once, your mind began trying to process all that occurred in the last ten minutes.

It terrified you how easy it had felt to talk to Ten, how thoughtful and kind he seemed, how clever he was. The last time you’d felt even a fraction of the attraction you were feeling now, you’d ended up like Ningning. What should make you feel warm and fuzzy now filled you with a sense of dread, a wave of nausea passing over you. You’d been telling Ten the truth when you said you were afraid, now more than ever.

Stepping down from your perch on the counter, you avoided eye contact with the man who seemed too good to be true as you addressed the small group, “Um, I actually think I might call it a night and turn in. I’m… I’m feeling pretty tired all of the sudden and kind of sick to my stomach, so I think I should get some rest.”

Karina immediately knew that something was off but also knew better than to question you. “Here, let me get you some water before you go.” She rushed to the cabinet, grabbing a glass and then moving to the sink, brushing Jaehyun aside so she could reach the faucet.

You accepted the glass from her and offered a quiet thank you before taking a quick sip, the cool liquid running down your throat already beginning to soothe you. You could feel the eyes of all the men standing in the kitchen with you. “It was nice to meet all of you. Please, enjoy the rest of your night and get home safe, okay?”

“We will, Y/N. I hope you feel better,” Mark replied, giving you the most intense puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen.

“We all do,” Johnny interjected, Jaehyun and Haechan nodding in solidarity. “And it was nice to meet you, too.”

You smiled shyly at each of them, then moved toward Ningning, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Have a good night, Ning. Text me when you get home, okay?” You pulled back and wagged your finger at her dramatically, making her giggle.

“Okay, mom,” she retorted, rolling her eyes. You scoffed and placed a smacking kiss on her cheek before turning back to the others and waving goodbye.

You had barely begun to walk out of the kitchen when Ten’s voice made you freeze in place, much like it had in the basement earlier that evening. “Sleep well, Y/N.” You turned to face him again and gathered the strength to meet his gaze. You were worried you’d find annoyance, disappointment, maybe even anger in his eyes, but they were still as soft as before, oh so soft. It confounded you completely.

Clutching the glass of water in your hand for dear life, you heaved a sigh. “Good night, Ten.” And then you tucked tail and ran, bobbing and weaving through the throngs of people in the living room to get to the stairs that led up to your bedroom in record time. You closed the door, setting your water on the nightstand next to your bed, and flung yourself onto your duvet.

Downstairs, still in the kitchen, Haechan gave Ten a pointed look and said, “Well, you fumbled that.”

The other three men groaned in unison, “Shut up, Hyuck.”

The party didn’t last too much longer after that, and you were still awake by the time everyone had left, totally restless, your mind unable to quiet itself enough to let you rest. It only got worse when you heard Karina coming up the stairs to go to bed for the night. She wasn’t alone, and with a heavy heart, you realized that you recognized the other voice as they made their way to her room. It was Ten.

You convinced yourself that it didn’t matter, that you didn’t care, but your hands were shaking as you grabbed your airpods from your nightstand and placed them in your ears to not only drown out the sound of their laughter but also your own treacherous thoughts. Eventually, you finally fell asleep.

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Bonus:

A/N: And that's the first part, folks! I have several parts written, so you can expect the second part sooner rather than later. I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think of it so far :)

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nirvanawrites111 · 1 year

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Amnesia (Ten Lee x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Ten Lee x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1991

Warning: Pegging, rimjob, degradation, femdom, mention of killing, fem pronouns, he refers to you as mistress, oral (male rec).

Your landline phone rings two times, and then it stops. You turn over and look at your nightstand in the dark. The glow from your iPhone tells you everything you need to know.

You sit up in the middle of the bed and take a deep breath. These calls are few and far between, but you know it's him.

You move to the edge of the bed and place your foot against the cold wooden floor. Your feet move along, trying to locate your slippers. You slip into your furry slippers. You walk into your living room and turn on the hallway light. You go to your front door and open it.

His hair is disheveled but much longer than before. The last time you saw him, it was a short pixie cut, but now it has length. He doesn't speak, but you grab his hand to usher him into your apartment. You close the door behind him.

You can see the darkness in his eyes. You know that he's seen things in those streets that he frequents, but he doesn't have to explain anything. You are here for him.

You peel off his jacket, and he lets out a deep sigh. You know he can't share his life with anyone else other you. No one else understands Ten in the way that you do.

You place his jacket on your couch. You walk back over to him and remove his clothes layer by layer. A ritual that you two are used to by now. He stands before you, vulnerable. You kiss his forehead.

"It's okay. You are safe, now."

"But, I did bad things, tonight."

"I'm sure for the right reasons."

You look into his eyes again. You know he wants to say so much more, and you will give him the space to do so if he feels he needs to.

"I need you, Y/n," his confession is raw, but he's stern in the way that he professes for you.

A rush runs through you. You wouldn't acknowledge it to anyone, but you enjoy being needed by Ten Lee. The most misunderstood, mysterious man in the city, needs you. He doesn't even trust his own brothers, but he trusts you.

"Shall I draw you a bath, Tennie?"

His eyes light up a bit. You can see the glimmer in his eyes even if he doesn't smile. "Yes, please."

"Let's go."

You head down the hall to your guest bathroom and turn on the bathtub. You go back into your linen closet and grab your herbal mix that you prepare for him for nights like these. You pour the entire container into the bathtub.

Ten watches you prepare things for him. Never has he met a woman so understanding as you. A woman with such an enchanting spirit that helps him cleanse away his sins from the hard life that he's been dealt.

He admires you as you get on your knees to light the candles around the bathtub. He knows that your methods keep him safe.

If he could, he would leave WayV and run away with you. Live on a country farm somewhere where there are more cows than people. He would change his name so that no one could find him. He would live happily ever after with you.

But, that's just not his reality. He's good at what he does... according to his brothers, he's the best. So, how can he leave this line of work when it's all he knows how to do?

"Alright," you reply.

Ten stares into your eyes and admires your full thick hair that is so beautiful. How can a man with so much darkness attached to him be allowed to be in the presence of a goddess like you?

"You can get in now. It's ready," you instruct him.

Ten nods without hesitation. He climbs into the bath, and it's perfect. Not too hot, but not too cold. He eases into the warmth of the herbal water, and it feels incredible.

"I'll give you a moment."

"No," Ten shakes his head, and abruptly tells you. "I.." he stares into the water and then backs up at you. "I want you to sit with me."

Typically, he isn't this needy for you during his bath. He usually prefers to be submerged in his thoughts to process his night. But, tonight, he's singing a different tune, and you're okay with it.

"That's fine, baby."

You sit down on the toilet next to the bathtub, and he leans back against the headrest.

"I want to get out of this lifestyle, Y/n."

"I know."

"I can't be a killer for the rest of my life."

"I understand. But, you avenge those who are most vulnerable. Taking out the ones who need to be taken out."

"It's easy to look at it that way. But, why did I have to be born into this family? I just want a normal life."

"I'm sure, we all want to live a normal life. But, that's just not how life works."

"Yeah, but.. I want to be able to get married one day. Have children. Have a spouse."

"I'm sure your spouse would be understanding of you."

"It's not about being understanding. I don't want to put anyone at risk. If I lost the people I love because of my lifestyle, I wouldn't be able to live."

"I hear you. You are so thoughtful. I wish you could see yourself the way I do. You're more than your job."

"Nah. I'm a killer, nothing more, nothing less."

"Well, I can't change your perspective. But, you are amazing at what you do. Please don't beat yourself up over it. If you really want to leave, then do it."

"I'm thinking about it. But, I want to indulge with you after my bath."

"Okay."

***

You sit in your guest bedroom on the couch with everything ready for him. The only light in the room is the red LED lights. You sip a glass of water.

Ten comes into the room, and you sit up. He kneels between your thighs. "May, I suck you off, mistress?"

"Yes."

Ten doesn't waste any time sucking your strap. You grab the back of his head and push him further down on it. He doesn't gag at all, because you have trained him so well.

Ten works his beautiful mouth on your strap, and you start fucking his mouth. You tug at his hair while you drill deep inside his mouth.

"Got damn.. such a good little slut," You degrade him in the way that he craves. You know exactly what he needs when he needs it.

"I'm leaking.." He takes your strap out of his mouth.

"May, I please stroke it?"

"No, not yet."

"Mistress.. please."

You stand up and shove yourself back into his mouth. "So, needy. But, you are not understanding who is in charge here."

You pound into his mouth more brutally this time, and he takes it perfectly, just like the little whore he is. You look down at him. His eyes are connected to yours—there is just something so special about him on his knees for you.

"Do you want to get fucked or Nah?"

"Mmm.." he mouths around your strap and sucks you in deeper.

You caress his head to make sure you are still gentle with him. The last thing you want to do is hurt him.

"Get on all fours on the bed," you command.

Ten jets over to the bed and assumes the position you requested. You stand there and watch him on his hands and knees for you.

He's so beautiful like this. You grab your lube and toss it on the bed.

"May I taste you?" You stand behind him against the bed.

"Yes, mistress."

You lick around his hole and tease him a bit. You don't dive in just yet.

"Yesss," Ten moans out. You love the way he whimpers for you.

He gives you the motivation you need. You swirl around his center again, and you reach down to stroke him while you tease him.

His whimpering is louder now. It has you wet with excitement. You can feel a bit of your own wetness drip down your legs. You love pleasing him. You actually get off on it.

"You like this, baby?" you ask. Already know the obvious answer, but you want to hear some verbal confirmation to make sure he's enjoying this just as much as you are.

"Yes.. mistress. Yes, feels soo... uh.. good," Ten is panting for you at this point.

You stick your tongue into him and drill your tongue into him deeper. You slap his ass hard and hold his waist while you eat him out.

"Fuck... please let me cum. Mistress."

You pull out of him and turn him on his back. You put his legs on your shoulder and return to eating his ass.

"Stroke it while I eat it. But, don't cum until I tell you," you instruct him.

You can't see his face, but you can feel his body shake from how your tongue destroys him. You love tasting him.

You move up and push his legs back to his ears. You hold his legs up while you start sucking him. "You can cum now."

Ten, lets go and release his load into your mouth. You enjoy the salty taste of his release inside your mouth. You swallow all of it.

Ten legs are still trembling for you. You grab the lube off the bed. "You ready to get fucked?"

"Yes, please. Fuck me. Ruin me, mistress."

You run your finger across his juicy bottom lip. "Don't worry. I got you."

You get on your knees and lean back a bit. You lube up your strap-on. You put some on your fingers and get him ready.

You spread his legs and slip into them inch by inch. "You ready?" you ask.

"Yes, mistress," you see the smirk on his face.

You drill into him because he can take it. You watch him bite his bottom lip while you work your hips into him.

He pants for you and turns you on even more. You love to see his spread out across the bed like this and only for you. He doesn't have to worry about judgment when he comes home to you.

"You love it?" you ask.

"Always."

"You better."

"I always love being ruined by you."

You pull out of him. "Get on all fours."

Ten does exactly what you say, and without skipping a beat, you dive into him from behind. You drill harder into his ass.

You love his flexibility, and you grab his hands to pull them behind you while you fuck him. You pound harder into him. "I want you to cum all over the bed without touching your dick."

"Mmm.. is that a challenge, mistress?"

"Nope. It's a demand. Now take this dick like a good little slut and shut up," you voice to him. You drill even harder into him.

You know that he can come without touching it. You know his body pretty well.

He arches his back, and you slow down your stroke. This time you are pounding into him, but not as fast.

"Shit.. yes, just like that, Mistress."

You continue your pacing with him and work your body into his.

He releases just like you requested. His body trembles for you, and you let him ride it out. You let go out of his hand and slide out of him.

He leans forward onto the bed, and you lay on him. You kiss him on his back. "You did so good, baby."

"Thank you, mistress."

"I knew you could do it. Now, let's go to bed."

It's just something about pounding his ass and hearing him scream for you that sends you over the edge every time.

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joongernaut · 1 year

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I.O.U

⇢ pairing(s): school secretary!ten x school administrator!reader x dean!taeyong

⇢ genres: SMUT, light humor, barely-there-plot, enemies-to-enemies that fuck, coworkers-to-coworkers that fuck (i just made that up LMFAO)

⇢ warnings: threesome (F/M/M), switch!ten, sub!taeyong, unprotected sex, light hair pulling/choking, vouyerism, degradation, creampie

⇢ word count: 8056

⇢ author note: first fic posted on here after that very long hiatus... woo! 🫰🏾 this was made 2-3 months ago as a secret santa gift for a friend and she gave me permission to post it! i'm kinda happy with how it came out and that she loved it so i hope y'all like it too ❤️

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Winter break. It’s all everyone had been looking forward to as the season changed from that windy, cool atmosphere to the more frigid cold with the beginning of snowfall starting to blanket the city.

Students and teachers alike had wished for nothing more than for the days to go by faster, relieving them of the stress of work and end-of-year assignments and tests if even for a brief couple of weeks. Now that the time had finally come, everybody was giddy and ready to head home for the holidays to spend some much needed time away from all of the chaos ensuing due to the year starting to come to a close.

Today was the last day for high schoolers before their break officially started and it was now an hour since classes had been dismissed. The only people left on campus were mostly teachers and staff, with the occasional student here and there for last minute discussions or for some after-school activity that would inevitably be cut short so everyone could get home as soon as possible.

You were part of the administration staff and your time and attention had been split today. You floated frantically from different classes to help monitor the students, dropped off files for some of the teachers here and there, and eventually ended up at your desk finishing up your own personal work on the computer, completely drained because of the previous back to back tasks. It wasn't any easier any other day having to deal with rowdy, prepubescent teenagers (or the occasional pretentious adult) but you seemed more tense than anything today.

And that tension only seemed to grow as your eyes skimmed over the text on the computer screen in front of you for the fourth time.

“Are you serious?” You muttered low to yourself, standing hunched over your desk as you re-read the email again addressed from the dean. Something about a stupid ass staff ‘get-together’ he had planned a few days from now, very clearly just a replacement word for ‘meeting’. And to make things even worse the word ‘MANDATORY’ had been highlighted in bold letters emphasizing that the people that received it were not going to be able to back out of it.

‘Why me though?’ You thought in exasperation, pinching the bridge of your nose causing your glasses to shift up on your face as you let out a heavy sigh. This was in no way how you wanted to spend even a portion of your winter break. What could possibly be so important that they had to come back to the school in the middle of holidays to attend, especially a day before christmas?

“So, you got that email, too.” A voice came suddenly from behind and you jumped, nearly springing yourself backwards right into the body (the firm chest, to be exact) of said voice. Ten let out an amused chuckle as you shot him a glare from over your shoulder.

“Don't you have some business to mind? More specifically Dean Lee’s?” You hissed through nearly clenched teeth, straightening yourself up as you turned to face him. His somewhat lax demeanor would've put you at ease if it weren't for the fact that he absolutely pisses you off just being near you.

“Oh, I’ve finished up my work already,” He responded at once, taking interest in picking under his nail and inspecting the cuticles rather than looking at you, “And you? Looks like you might be spending your break doing even more mundane work than usual. Although, I guess that's to be expected from our resident busy bee and little ass kisser. Tragic.” He pouted with faux sympathy, your glare only intensifying towards him.

This has always been the dynamic between you two. From the very first day you started working there when Ten had introduced himself casually then proceeded to question whether you were ‘dressed to go to church or something’ right after as he looked you up and down like you were something at the bottom of his shoe, it's been a constant back and forth of snide comments.

How you survive in a room with him, his own desk being a few feet away from you located near the back of the shared space and conveniently next to Dean Lee’s private room, you never understood.

“What's this party even for, Chittaphon? Why is this shit even mandatory? I thought he wanted all of us to enjoy our breaks…” You questioned him, figuring that since he is essentially the man’s right hand that he would know the answer.

“Well, if you really wanna know so bad…” Ten leaned forward and you took an instinctive step back only to bump right into your desk as he caged you against it with one arm out by your side. He was too close, even more so when he leaned down close to your ear to whisper into it. “Show up and find out.”

You should've known better than to ask Ten for anything. Of course he would give you a hard time just because he knew he could. “Not like I have much of a choice.” You groaned, shoving at his shoulder to get him out of your personal space. He barely moved from the action but took a step back as he rolled his eyes. “It’s one day out of the break and it's not like you have anything better to do,” He scoffed, folding his arms over his chest, “Also, you're not the only one that has to suffer, you know. Almost all of us have to be there, too.”

You let out a faint gasp and he arched his eyebrow. “Wait, you’re gonna be there, too? Oh god, this just got so much fucking worse.” You whined to yourself while running a hand down your face, immediately feeling the heat of his stare once the comment left your mouth. You mentally pat yourself on the back for it as he finally walked off (not without saying something under his breath) and left you alone, a minor victory of getting under his skin.

You spent another hour and a half finishing up some documents and clearing your desk, packing up for the day before locking the room up and heading out. You’re glad, at the very least, that you weren't the last staff member to get out of the building. You also successfully avoided bumping into Ten again with the last encounter only slightly souring your mood until you remember getting the last word, the thought making you smile to yourself childishly.

It’s evening now and just like how the weather was this morning, it’s absolutely freezing outside. You tug your coat tighter against yourself as you sling the strap of your bag over your shoulder, fighting against the harsh wind as you make your way to your car. Walking across the parking lot as you slowly approach the designated staff member parking spaces, you notice a figure standing by their own car directly next to yours. And as you get closer, they become even more recognizable.

“Ah, Y/N, you’re finally done for today I see.” Taeyong says with a friendly smile, and you shoot him a polite one back. “Dean Lee,” You acknowledge with a nod, “Why yes I am. I was just getting ready to head home.” You added, clutching your car keys a bit and making them jingle.

Taeyong shook his head with a laugh, a huff of warm air coming out as a small cloud in the cold. “Y/N, it's been years. You know you can call me Taeyong, right? I don’t mind.” He says it so easily as if you’ve been his close friend this whole time.

You didn't mean to always be so formal with him but he was your boss after all. Standing around the same height with a lean, muscular frame and a strong, handsome face with looks that could kill, you had to admit that being around the man was a bit intimidating.

Anyone would be with how attractive he was while also holding all of the authority over everyone in the school. He never gave you the vibe that he was a power hungry asshole and you wouldn't normally judge a book by its cover but in this case (with how little you knew about him despite your few years of working under him) you couldn't help yourself.

“Right, sorry… Taeyong.” You reply to him with a nervous chuckle, his name rolling off of your tongue hesitantly despite his reassurance. He lets out another laugh at your slight awkwardness and you can't help but think how sexy it sounds.

Before he can say anything else though, you decide to ask the question that has been plaguing your mind since earlier, “Hey, about that meet—I mean the staff get-together… I was wondering what that would be about? Since it’s mandatory, I would presume it’s something important.” You decided to ask it safely rather than the accusatory ‘What the hell are we doing having a meeting between our supposed winter break’.

Taeyong mulls your words over for a few seconds, eyebrows slightly furrowed before giving you an unreadable expression. It’s neither a smile nor a frown but it makes you shift on your feet nonetheless. “I can’t go over the details unfortunately but I guarantee you it is important. You especially need to be there. So… see you then?” He says before bidding you farewell, hopping into his car before cranking it up and driving off leaving you puzzled.

‘You especially need to be there.’

What the fuck did that even mean? The words repeated over and over in your head even as you got into your own car and headed home, more stressed out than you were before the short conversation. You guessed you’d get your answer on that soon, a few days from now to be more specific. Whether you felt like you were gonna be prepared for that answer or not, you weren't sure.

✧

You spent the first couple of days of the break spending time with your family and friends or at home getting into the holiday spirit with a christmas movie and a glass of wine to fill the time or doing some last minute shopping online for yourself. Last night you had finally decided on what you wanted to wear to the staff party, leaving it out for today so you can get dressed quickly.

The email specifically asked for staff members to get a little dressed up for the occasion and you hoped you didn't overdo it or underdress. You don't meet up with a lot of your coworkers after school hours so having them see you outside of the normal business casual look is a bit daunting. Not that you care about how they see you but you did want to look your best.

Really, if it weren't so damn cold, you would've worn a nice little cocktail dress to turn a few heads but you decided warmth was the better choice to achieve especially with the temperature dropping as the sun sets and the moon rose higher in the night sky.

You wore black, thick tights with a cream colored oversized v-neck sweater, heeled black boots, a long brown coat with a plaid thick scarf around your neck. Accentuating the look with a pair of gold earrings and a gold necklace, you had given yourself a quick once over in your rear view mirror and applied a fair amount of lip gloss before exiting out of your parked car and approaching the school’s front entrance.

After getting buzzed in by security, briefly greeting Johnny and Kun as they directed you toward the auditorium with a gesture, you made your way down the hall with your heels clicking against the tiled floor.

The halls were a little too quiet for a place that was supposedly having a party and you double-checked the calendar on your phone to make sure you didn't get the date mixed up. That couldn't have been the case though since security was on campus and seemingly on standby.

You shook the feeling off as you continued around the corner, greeted by the double doors of the auditorium decorated in gold and silver streamers just a few feet away. ‘Let’s get this shit over with.’ You hyped yourself up, mentally preparing for whatever greeted you on the other side as you pushed the doors open and stepped inside.

It was mostly dark at first, nearly as silent as when you were walking through the halls just a moment ago which only added on to the eeriness. “Uh… Hello?” You called out loud and clear, hesitantly taking a step forward. Immediately the room lit up with more lighting from overhead, almost blinding with how bright it was and you let out a startled yelp as a chorus of cheering and clapping started to sound throughout the space.

With your eyes finally adjusted to the lighting, you look around to see the room filled with a lot of your coworkers as they beam at you while your body froze in place. There were balloons and confetti scattered in the air and on the auditorium floor, a sign hanging up across the room reading ‘Congratulations!’ in glittery text. Right under the sign, your eyes trail down and you see Taeyong standing under it with a big smile of his own as he gestures for you to come up towards him. You're still very confused, and very much in shock, but your feet somehow carry you to him with a mind of their own.

Now standing next to him, with Ten standing off to the side of him as well with his hands clasped behind his back and an unreadable expression on his face, your mouth finally decides to work again as you face Taeyong. “I’m not sure I’m understanding any of this right now… what are we celebrating exactly?” You asked him curiously as he gently shoved a glass flute into your hand to take. Assuming by the color and the fizz, it had to be champagne or something rather expensive. “Your promotion, Y/N.” Taeyong answered with a soft pat to your shoulder as your jaw went slack.

“My? Me? I’m being promoted?” You questioned in disbelief and Taeyong chuckled. “Yes, you. That's what all of this was for. Sorry I had to keep it a secret but surprise!” He replied, taking a small sip of his glass as more cheering came from the rest of the staff members and you let the words sink in. You weren't expecting this at all, let alone a whole party being thrown in your honor.

Despite your constant complaints throughout the years of working at the school, to say you put your blood sweat and tears into this would be an understatement. So, finally finally getting some kind of recognition felt overwhelmingly good. So overwhelming that you could feel your throat tighten up as your eyes slightly stung with the formation of tears.

“I don't know what to say,” You started with a smile growing on your face, swallowing the small lump in your throat before continuing, “I’m just really grateful for this opportunity, to be able to do what I’ve grown to love. Thank you so much.” You said with a shy nod of your head towards Taeyong.

“You deserve it for all of your dedication. And no need to thank me, I'm happy Ten brought it to my attention so I could easily set this in motion for you. Again, congrats!” Taeyong said before walking off to mingle with the other staff members leaving you with another surprising detail. With him out of the way, you were now facing Ten who seemed to be looking in any direction but your own. Before you could speak up however, he fully turned away and started walking off towards the double doors.

You were going to call out to him, stepping in his direction to follow, but you were immediately stopped by coworker after coworker offering their congratulations and attempting to make small talk. Trying to be polite, you turned to face each of them to personally thank them while giving short, polite responses.

Hearing the sound of the double doors snapping shut, you looked up from the faces surrounding you and saw the one you needed to see the most right now disappear. The answer you had been looking for may have come out in an unexpected way but now, with the knowledge that you had currently, you had another question you needed an answer to.

✧

Finally slipping out from the auditorium (assuring the others you just needed some fresh air and weren't just trying to sneak out of the celebration) you started making your way to the place you could only assume Ten would be located at.

You reached the room of your shared space in haste, noticing the door already slightly ajar as you carefully pushed it open.

Your assumption had been correct.

Sitting atop his desk, a flask of alcohol in hand and in mid-swig, Ten immediately darted his eyes towards you as you stepped into the room and shut the door behind yourself.

“Coward. Why’d you run away like that?” You huffed out in irritation, making your way across the room to him with your hands on your hips. He stayed silent for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing as he took a few gulps out of the flask before letting out a sigh of annoyance.

“I knew you’d ask stupid questions.” He answered with a shrug and you scoffed loudly. Unbelievable.

“That's a lame ass excuse but that's the least questionable thing about all of this,” You take a few steps closer to him until you're nearly standing between his legs, “You talked to Taeyong about me which, in turn, got me a promotion rather than somehow getting me fired… Why? Better yet, how did that happen?”

Ten took another long swig from the flask before capping it and setting it down beside him on the desk, hopping down from his spot to now stand close in front of you. “Does it fucking matter? I made it happen and now you're getting what you wanted. You should be thanking me, really.” He said condescendingly and you will yourself to not break the intense eye contact.

“I didn't force you to talk to Taeyong or tell him whatever the hell you told him. You did that yourself, of your own accord. It’s almost like you secretly like me or something.” You retorted, noting the clench of his jaw as his mouth formed a thin line. You couldn't help but smirk, clearly striking a nerve.

“Oh my god, that's it isn't it? You don't hate me, you actually like me! All this time, all the comments and insults were just a way of you coping with your little crush on me.” You rattled on with an incredulous look, smirk only growing bigger as Ten stood silently with his jaw clenching. There was nothing that filled you up with satisfaction more than angering the king of bitchiness and ‘nonchalance’ himself.

So, you kept going.

“What are we in, elementary school? Have you not been taught that that's the weakest way to try and pick up girls?” You shook your head in disapproval, not noticing the step he has took forward, “Really, I knew you were capable of stooping this low for attention but this is just fucking pathet-”

Your words were cut off before you could continue and you made a sound of surprise as Ten gripped the back of your neck and crushed his mouth against yours harshly.

Yet another turn of events the night had brought to you that you didn't see coming.

Ten was kissing you. Or rather, he had his lips against yours as you stood there shocked for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. But what came as even more of a shock was the way your body (once your mind finally caught up to what was happening) responded by pressing up against his frame as your lips pressed into his harder.

You were kissing Ten back. You were kissing him back and you were enjoying it because fuck was there so much sexual tension between the two of you. You knew it was there, you always felt it, and you weren't blind to how good-looking Ten looked all the time. Coming to work in his collard shirts with the buttons unfastened to show a peek of the smooth bare skin on his chest, the peek of his tattoos you would catch a glimpse of when his cuffs were slightly rolled up, the way his jeans would hug him in all the right places.

And Ten had felt all of that tension, too. It was like a chord snapping inside of him in that moment as he listened to you run your mouth before deciding that he had enough. To him, this was the best possible way to get you to shut the fuck up.

Once he realized you weren't immediately backing away in disgust and even seemed to want more with how urgently you kissed him back, he decided to indulge himself. Biting and pulling at your plump bottom lip until it was tender, licking along the seam before finding his way into your mouth and mapping out the inside with his tongue. He tasted like the alcohol he had just consumed when you first stepped into the room, a slightly strong liquor taste you were sure you’d probably gag from drinking by itself but on Ten’s tongue you couldn't get enough.

He pulled back finally, allowing yourselves to breathe as he dropped his head against the junction of your shoulder and neck and trailed his lips along the skin making you shiver. “Must not hate me that much if you're letting me kiss you like that.” Ten mumbled, his other hand moving to the back of your knee as he hoisted your leg up over his hip. He stumbled back until he was pressed up against his desk, dragging you along with him. He continued to do so as he sat down on top of it again and brought you into his lap to straddle his waist.

You inhaled sharply at what you felt between his legs in the new position, subconsciously rolling your hips and earning a low groan from the man at the friction. “Yeah, no fucking way. You want this just as badly as I do.” He hissed out, his hands gripping even harder to keep you firmly against him as he pushed his hips upward to match your motions.

Even with the thick layer of your tights and the rough texture of his blue jeans, you could feel how hard he was starting to get as the outline of his dick began to fill out with every movement.

“Fuck, wait, are we-” You tense up at a particularly hard roll, “Are we really doing this here?” The question came out as a breathy moan when he bit down at your neck. Ten’s hands creeped up under your sweater to grab ahold of your waist tightly, the skin there erupting in goosebumps at his cold hands. The question left unanswered as he continued to bite and suck along your throat surely enough to leave a good mark or two with the intensity of the action.

Carding your fingers through the hair at the back of his head, you gripped tightly before tugging and pulled his head back away from your neck. A noise of protest came from his throat as he relented and you took in the hazy, half-lidded look in his eyes as his bottom lip caught between his teeth. A look of pure sinfulness as you forced him to look into your eyes.

“Ten.” You had hoped for his name to come out of your mouth as a warning, a threat even, to get him to answer. Instead, it came out as a near whine full of neediness and the corner of his lip quirked up in a smirk. “Y/N,” He purred back with a lick of his lips, “Don’t be a coward. Don't run away from me now when I’m so ready to be under you like this.”

You hated him. You hated how his words made your thighs close together instinctively, only to be obscured by Ten’s body between your legs. You hated how warm you felt, body temperature increasing with the heat starting to pool in your lower stomach just from those words slipping out his kiss-swollen lips. And boy did he have a way with words.

You couldn't help yourself, though, as the little voice of reason nagged at the back of your mind.

“This is a school, Ten–”

“We're on break.” He pointed out, thumbs rubbing circles into your hip bones firmly.

You sighed heavily, slinking more into his hold. That was true but…

“I know that–”

“Nobody’s here in this room right now except us.”

“We could still get caught–”

“Maybe. If we do, though, it’s your fault. You’re the one wasting time by talking when I could easily be fucking you by now.”

Also true. You wanted this so badly, you really didn't have the brain capacity to think logically at all. It’s not like you’ve never had a quickie before and although not all of them ended in satisfactory for both parties involved (unfortunately) you just really wanted to feel Ten inside of you if even for just a quick fuck.

If you really wanted this to happen right here and right now, you’d have to hurry.

“Stop making sense.” You muttered, scooting back a bit in his lap to reach down between your bodies. Your fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans and the zipper, his intense stare not helping in the slightest as you clumsily unbuttoned and unzipped him. He leaned back and lifted his hips slightly to give you more space as you tugged them down enough along with his boxer briefs, a curse leaving his lips once his dick sprang free and smacked against his lower stomach. “Then stop talking and fuck me.”

You could confirm now that everything about the man under you was pretty. Even his dick. Not too thick but definitely impressive in length. Trimmed, one shade lighter than the rest of his body, and currently shaded pink at the tip where precum had started to bead.

In the position you currently were in, it was rather awkward as you wrapped a hand around his length. Ten didn't seem to mind it though as the contact made his hips buck up into the ring of your fist, a small moan escaping him.

Ten’s hands that were situated at your hips had taken to supporting his weight briefly as he leaned back a little bit more before he brought one hand up to push the front of your sweater up. Just enough so he could find the waistband of your leggings, attempting to tug the material down with one finger hooked inside. It was hard and it didn't go down much before it stopped at your mid thigh but he didn't need them completely off yet. You flinched at the feeling of his fingers trailing your thigh, up to your hip bone, teasingly past your belly button until he slid lower to fully cup your panty-covered pussy.

Through the dampened lace material, he rubbed at your outer lips and ghosted along your clit with practiced ease. Like he had done this before with you, as if it were muscle memory, like he knew your body well already. That had to be true to an extent as you rolled your hips, grinding against his fingers every time he applied enough pressure to elicit a moan out of you.

They grew more once he hooked his finger into the center of the material, pulling the lace away enough to expose your hole, and proceeded to ease his middle and ring finger in without much of a warning. He figured you were wet enough with the way you were making the palm of his hand so slick with your juices. He nearly growled at being proven right.

“Thought I’d help stretch you out a little but I see there’s no need for that.” Ten rasped, sitting up so you were chest to chest as he pushed his fingers in to the knuckles and your grip around his dick tightened just a hair. It was enough to notice though and Ten curled his fingers inside of you as retaliation, the rough pads of the tips of his fingers brushing briefly against that spongy spot hidden deep inside of you.

Your whole body trembled when he did it once more before you quickly abandoned his length in favor of tugging at his hair again, a little harsher.

“W-We really don't have time. Come on…” You pant breathlessly, flexing your walls around his digits for emphasis and earning a strained curse from his lips. “So eager. That’s cute.” Ten taunted, the usual banter coming out more teasing than ever. He can't contain himself any longer either though with how his dick throbs and aches for some type of release so he eased his fingers out of you before tugging your leggings further down.

It's a brief struggle as you try and help him wiggle them down and off of you while still hovering over his lap but the second you kick the article of clothing from around your ankle, Ten grabs you by your ass and pulls you flush up against him.

“Don’t have a condom on me... Is that okay?” He questioned with an arch of his eyebrow. You think for a split second until you feel him grab ahold of his dick and brush the tip along your folds, your brain turning into mush when it snags on the entrance. “It’s fine! Please, just…” You replied with an impatient roll of your hips, sinking the head just a bit more inside of you.

This is all the permission Ten needed before he used his hands to spread your cheeks apart as he lowered you further onto his dick and the stretch of it made you lean your torso forward until your face buried into his shoulder with a muffled whine.

“Fuck,” He shifted a bit, allowing you to adjust as he wrapped an arm around your waist while keeping you spread open with one hand, “You’re really gripping me.”

He was all the way inside of you now and you felt everything as you clenched around him. You still can't believe this is happening with Ten of all people, but the throbbing you feel makes the situation that much more real. And usually you’re a stickler for wearing condoms but the thought of taking Ten raw had you throwing caution to wind. Actually getting to feel him without any barrier now felt too good.

“Is this a reward? I got you a little promotion and you give me this?” Ten asked rhetorically with a sickly sweet tone, gripping at your ass hard to make your body rise up a bit before pulling you back down onto him. “I would've been a lot nicer before.” He added, nipping and tonguing at whatever he could reach on your neck while helping you glide along his dick at a leisurely pace.

“B-Bullshit!” You half-heartedly sneered as you let yourself sink down all the way, swiveling your hips in an almost slow grind. “I think being a mean bitch is in your blood. Especially to me.” You said as you started to pick up speed, grinding harder with him deep inside of you as the fingers you carded through his hair gripped tightly making him tense up.

Ten’s eyes rolled back for a second before a large grin broke out on his face. “Oh, baby, I thought you liked me mean,” He purred low, rolling his hips upward in a languid manner as he allowed you to take most of the control, “Isn't that what got you this wet?” He questioned, his fingers that helped spread you open brushing along where the two of you were connected making you both moan out loud.

He winced as you gripped his hair somehow harder than before sending a tingle through his scalp and his spine. His breath hitched when your free hand came up to wrap around his throat giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze.

“You like it mean, too. I bet you got hard after every argument and got yourself off just dreaming of doing something like this.” You retorted shakily but your movements got braver, the grinding turning into you fully bouncing in Ten’s lap with the faint sound of skin slapping against skin filling the empty room now.

“Y-Yeah, yeah, yes,” Ten’s voice came out strained as his own thrusts started becoming more vigorous, “Fuck, it turns me on. Made me want to bend you over the desk and fill you up.” He nearly gasped when your pussy clenched around him tightly in response, bouncing even harder in his lap while the pressure around his neck and the grip on his scalp persisted. “I’ll cum in you r-right now if you let me.” He rushed out, almost whining as you faltered with a whine of your own.

You really shouldn’t. You know you shouldn't. You were already fucking him without a condom and, although you were on birth control, this was still risky as hell.

And yet your brain couldn't be more clouded than it was now, the faint desperate ‘please’ slipping out of Ten’s mouth egging you on to ride him faster as you leaned over towards his ear to whisper into it. “I dare you.”

Ten let out a string of profanities as he pulled you slightly up in his lap by your hips, halfway pulled out, before fucking up into you at a speed that left your mouth hanging open. You felt his dick starting to pulse inside of you as he pounded up relentlessly.

The sounds inside of the room were nothing short of pornographic, heavy breathing and moaning coming from the both of you. You had half a mind to remember your surroundings as well as your combined volume of noise.

That was until you heard a faint, audible creak, the all too familiar sound of the room’s door, making the two of you abruptly stop.

You shot Ten a look to make sure you weren't the only one that heard it and you realized his eyes were already looking over your shoulder with narrowed slits.

The proper response to the possibility of you being caught having sex with your coworker in your workplace (even if there were no students in the building) would’ve been to scramble off the desk out of the compromising position and attempt to get some clothes on. Maybe even hide if you hadn't been caught yet and hopefully save yourself the embarrassment.

But Ten’s grip tightened around your waist before you could even think of slipping him out, keeping your body in place. “Come in. Right now.” He said out loud, the words clearly not directed to you. You gawked at him for a second and then craned your neck to the side to look over your shoulder.

For a moment, you thought maybe the door creaking had just been a figment of your imagination and no one was actually there. But after a few more seconds the door creaked open a sliver, allowing the eavesdropper to slip in before shutting the door behind them with a ‘click’.

“How long have you been listening?” Ten accused, his tone laced with something that would've made you shiver if it weren't for your body sitting still in complete surprise at who your eyes had landed on, now on this side of the door.

Taeyong wrung his hands together, the rings on his fingers shifting with the nervous movement as his eyes diverted to everywhere else in the room but the position you and Ten were in on top of the desk. “I’m sorry,” He muttered, “I didn't think… I-I just came to come look for you two and I–” He shook his head. “Sorry.”

You made another attempt to get up and Ten pinched your thigh, causing you to yelp. This made Taeyong glance over and your eyes locked for a second before he looked away with a flustered look on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You whispered in a hiss at Ten as he smoothed over your skin with his thumb. “Are you trying to get us fired?” The question came out and you realized how silly it sounded. Why wouldn't you get fired? You were literally caught fucking by your boss during your promotion celebration, one you hadn't even been able to celebrate for more than 2 hours at that.

This was an unemployment speed run. Better yet, a speed run for an arrest.

“We’re not getting fired.” Ten said matter-of-factly as he tried not to roll his eyes. As if you were the one being unreasonable right now. “Isn't that right, Taeyong?” He called out to him over your shoulder in a sickeningly sweet voice.

“Of course not…” Taeyong replied and Ten smirked up at your bewildered face. “See? He just wanted to watch, that's all.” He reassured you. Like being watched by your boss while you got fucked was something normal. “You two… do this often or something?” You asked, the pieces of this confusing puzzle slowly falling into place and giving you some type of clarity.

“Not often. Not too many people get to see that side of him,” Ten answered thoughtfully before giving your sides a squeeze, “Enough talking, though. You wanna keep going or did the little pervert ruin it?” He asked and you shot a look over your shoulder at Taeyong again, taking in his timid appearance. This was different from how you normally saw the man, intimidating in appearance and usually keeping a calm demeanor.

You’d be lying if you said it didn't interest and spike something within you.

“Is he gonna join?” You asked, starting to roll your hips slowly as Ten grunted and squeezed at your sides harder. “If you want him to, he can.” He answered, nails starting to dig into your soft flesh. You rested your forehead against his shoulder with a sigh, nodding in agreement before Ten directed his attention to Taeyong. “Hey, pervert, come here.”

Taeyong flinched at the name, the flush on his face deepening from being called out. Nonetheless, he slowly made his way across the room until he stood a little distance from the scene in front of him. Ten shot him a glare and his body stiffened.

“Thanks to your interruption, we didn't get to finish. So, I think a little punishment is needed, Hm?” Ten hummed, hands running up and down your thighs as you lightly trembled at the sensation. “Take it out.” He ordered and the next thing you could hear was the sound of a belt unfastening and the rustling of pants. You heard Taeyong groan softly and you clenched around Ten at the noise.

“Now jerk yourself off and try not to cum on yourself while you watch. Don’t stop until I’m done filling her up like how I was supposed to be doing. Got it?” Ten instructed, starting to lean back onto the desk again as he began grinding into you.

Taeyong whimpered in response but he must've gave Ten a nod of his head in understanding because he started up his pace from before, gradually fucking up into your pussy with more energy.

Your eyes found Taeyong’s again, wanting to watch the man with peak curiosity as you rode Ten. His dick was more flushed than his face, an angry reddened color on the tip as he stroked himself to full hardness. He had barely started and he already looked dazed and fucked out of his mind, it made you start to bounce on Ten’s dick faster.

“Getting off to this too?” Ten teased and you bit down on your lip hard as he delivered a slap onto one of your ass cheeks. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn't expecting this to happen. I’m glad you’re into it, though.” He said, another slap coming down onto your other cheek making you moan.

A whine could be heard from Taeyong and you gave him an intense look, his hand stuttering in its movement. “Don’t tell me you're gonna cum already?” You asked mockingly and the hand around his dick stopped briefly to squeeze at the base.

“I’m trying.” He sounds breathless when he responds back, a little pathetic if you’re being honest. It only makes you want to see him crumble more.

“Try harder. Or you're not gonna cum at all.” You threatened, feeling braver with every passing minute. You really don't know what's possessing you. Maybe it's the little position of power you seemed to have fallen into that makes you say, “Why don't you come over here and help?”

And he doesn't hesitate. Taeyong immediately comes up behind you, pressing his chest to your back and essentially pinning his erection between your bodies. His hand snakes around to the front of your body where you and Ten are still connected and he gathers enough slick before rubbing circles onto your clit.

It’s like a chain reaction once his fingers press down onto your sensitive bud. You feel like the air has been punched out of you as your walls contract around Ten in a vice grip, in turn causing him to thrust into you harder and faster. You feel the coil in the lower part of your stomach wound up tightly as you were approaching your release.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Ten groaned out with furrowed eyebrows, likely teetering right on the edge of his own release as he desperately chased it. He finally tipped over when you wrapped your hand around his throat and tightened, a chorus of curses and moans and ‘just like that’ spilling from his lips as he came deep inside of you.

Feeling the warmth pooling into you paired with the fingers still rubbing at your clit and the hard length pressed between your ass, subtly grinding into it, it was only a matter of time before the coil in you snapped. Your walls spasmed around Ten as you cried out and followed him in releasing, the glide becoming wetter as you fucked yourself through your orgasm.

Both of your bodies trembled from slight overstimulation and once you both started coming down from your highs and stopped your movements completely, you lifted yourself to slip him out of you and felt the first trickle of Ten’s cum dribble out of your pussy.

Taeyong stopped grinding against you and held the base of his dick again so he wouldn't cum on himself but you promptly grabbed at his wrist on his free hand to bring him closer. Ten watched and let out a scoff. “How nice. Looks like you're getting a reward now.”

Blinking profusely, Taeyong looked between your body then up at your face and then at Ten’s. “I-I… Please. Can I?” He questioned in a strained, pleading voice and you simply tugged on his wrist again until he prodded at your entrance with his tip.

“Make it quick.”

✧

It’s a bit awkward.

No. It’s very fucking awkward now.

It had been an hour or so after that happened and the three of you went back to the auditorium as if absolutely nothing happened.

You didn't say much as you got yourself together nor when you made it back to continue the party. You half expected them to act as if that whole thing didn't happen and just never talk about it again. Maybe you were hoping that's what would happen if that would save you from the awkwardness you felt.

But it seemed like tonight was just not gonna go how you expected to at all.

You can't help but shift on both feet as you and Ten wait outside of the school’s parking lot for Taeyong. Once he concluded the celebration and everyone started heading out to leave, he caught you before you could sneak away and asked to talk once everyone had left. A sense of dread crawled up your spine and made a home within your chest as you started to think about the worst possible outcomes.

“You look like you're about to piss yourself.” Ten snickered, hand stuffed into his coat pockets casually. If looks could kill, you would be sure to take him out quickly with the glare you gave him. “He already said you're not getting fired. Stop worrying.” He pointed out as he shook some of the hair falling into his eyes’ view.

That was easier said than done, you were sure you would pass out from overthinking if the man didn't hurry up and say what he needed to say.

And as if speaking him into existence, Taeyong exited out the front door entrance before making his way through the parking lot to where you and Ten had stood waiting.

He gave a silent nod in greeting and you nodded back, unsure of what the fuck to do, while Ten just stared emotionlessly. “Look,” Taeyong sighed, his voice calm and even and nothing like the submissive whiny man who was wrapped around your finger just a few hours ago, “You can never do that here at the school again. Ever.” He said firmly, eyes shifting between the two of you.

“We.” Ten corrected, smirking smugly when Taeyong is unable to retort back and begins stuttering as his face reddens. You decide to cut in before Ten says anything else. “You’re right. We won't do that again here, I promise. We’re really sorry.” You said quickly with a tight smile. Ten opened his mouth to say something but you jabbed him in the rib with your elbow making him wince.

“Yeah, sure,” He said through gritted teeth, rubbing at his side with a huff, “So, does that mean we can do this again outside of the school?” Ten asked, earning a look from both you and Taeyong. One look of shock and the other something akin to murderous.

“That’s not what he meant at all-”

“-Would you be okay with that?”

…Huh?

You looked over at Taeyong with a tilt of your head. “You want to do this again?” You asked him, not entirely convinced you heard him correctly. But he looked away with a deepening blush that reached his ears only confirming what you had heard. “I’m not opposed to it… I’m pretty sure we all enjoyed what we did. We just can’t do that here.” He said, stressing the last part again.

It made sense, he still was your boss at the end of the day and it was pretty risky to do it where you could've easily gotten walked in on. And you weren't too keen on getting yourself in trouble after only just getting promoted. “Alright… We can talk more about this after Christmas?” You questioned, being met with immediate agreement.

You exchanged numbers to keep in touch, something you couldn't help but chuckle at since this would be the first time having any of these men’s numbers after all these years, before Taeyong headed off towards his car to leave first.

“God, I’m really two for two. A promotion and dick. You kinda owe me.” Ten giggled, walking alongside you as he walked you to your car. A little act of kindness you couldn't help but find cute despite the shit coming out of his mouth. He moved out of the way before your elbow could connect with his ribs again, cursing at him as you let a little smile grace your features.

How this new dynamic would play out between the three of you, you would have to just wait and see how things would turn out. But just like Christmas and the New Year approaching, you couldn't help but anticipate.

#taeyong x reader #lee taeyong x reader #ten lee x reader #ten x reader #nct fics #wayv fics #nct 127 fics #nct reader insert #taeyong smut #ten lee smut #nct smut #wayv smut

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mins-fins · 3 months

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closure.

&&. but really, what closure can you even receive? he's gone, and you'll never see him again.

pairing: ten lee x m!reader

genre: yummy yummy angst

warnings: mentions of death, hospitals, and some homophobia

word count: 1.2k

notes: do you guys like angst ☺️?? i like angst for sure!! so anyway i have finished all my tests and it is now the weekend, so have this ten angst i cooked up while i also work on that long detective ten fic that i totally do not cry over every time i touch it

"your hands are always so cold".

ten chuckles at your muttering, again lacing your fingers together as you wince a little bit due to the cold surface of his fingers. he winks at you, and turns back to the pastries he was currently decorating, letting go of your hand. "yours are always warm, were so compatible, aren't we?"

you just stay silent at his question, observing him as he decorated the cookies before him with icing, a small smile on his face as he thinks about something funny.

you observe him for what seems like forever, a smile crossing your features as you watch him do it so meticulously, as if with no mistakes at all.

he's like a magician.. you think to yourself as he continues, and another smile comes to your face. he is very pretty, gorgeous even!

your not sure how long you stay lost in thought, it's like your eyes fix on ten and suddenly, you get lost in your own mind. he isn't doing anything drastic, just decorating cookies—

and looking absolutely gorgeous while doing so..

"what are you thinking about?"

his soft voice snaps you out of your own head, and you catch his eyes quickly, they soften as the two of you make eye contact, which gets a small chuckle out of you.

"you".

you don't mean to respond so honestly, but you do, and he just looks down, snickering. "aww, really?"

"you know already.." you mutter, turning away as your eyes focus on the window. it's pitch black, not like it's the middle of the night or anything, it's just black, no street lamps, no additional lights, nothing else to see but black.

there's nothing outside..

there's nothing anywhere outside the house, you know that, and you hate it.

"yeah, i do" you can hear the smile in his voice, but you don't look at him, continue staring at your surroundings. they're all blurry except for the area surrounding you two, like your both in a small personal bubble where the rest of the world makes absolutely no sense.

"why do you do this to me?"

you try to laugh as you ask that question, but you sound more depressed than anything. ten pauses his actions, and merely glances up at you, tilting his head as he blinks.

"i don't know what your talking about, babe".

there goes that dumb nickname again, the one that somehow always get your stomach flipping for a completely unknown reason. ten has just this thing with giving you couple like nicknames, but it's normal, normal for you two.

you hate that your heart hurts.

"ten.."

"yes?"

after what seems like forever, he finally looks back up at you, and those eyes are back, the same ones that make you want to burst into tears by just the sight alone.

but you contain yourself, contain your emotions.

"why do you keep doing this to me?"

you ask the exact same question, just in a different way, you just need to know, you don't want to leave until you know.

his gaze softens, and his reaches forward to caress your cheek with his thumb. you want to flinch away from the touch, but you don't, you relax, and you hate that you do.

you hate that he isn't ever going to come back..

"i really don't mean to.." he mutters, a soft smile coming to his face, while your sad frown remains. "i just want you to say it".

"i can't—"

"you can".

you feel like your about to cry, and you hate that you feel like your about to cry. you never got to spend that much time with him, it all felt like it went by so fast, you could never even process your feelings, let alone tell him how you felt before he.. well.

you look down, sniffling despite no tears falling down your cheeks yet. "why'd you have to go?"

"i didn't have a choice, babe".

you know, you know he didn't. no one ever has a choice when it comes to suddenly dying, it was all so random, abrupt, it all just happened.

"i'm sorry.." you mutter, an unforeseen guilt suddenly taking over you. it's not fair, you get to wake up and he doesn't? do you even deserve any of this? it feels like you did something horrible.

"there's no need to be".

"i love you" you finally say, somehow able to keep yourself from crying, again. ten smiles, but his smile is sad, everything about this is sad.

"i love you, and i never told you, and then you were gone, so i couldn't, and i—" you sniffle again, tears now falling down your cheeks. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to hide it from you i was just scared".

and it's true, you were scared, you had seen the judging eyes from everyone else, and though ten didn't care about any of that, you did, you hated the idea of being judged for something you couldn't control, so you hid it, hid it for so long, but now he's gone, and this is really the only way you can actually tell that to him.

his smile becomes a frown, pressing his thumb to your cheek as he wipes away the tears that continue to fall down, and it only makes you want to cry more. "it's okay, it's okay, your fine now".

but you aren't, because he's not going to come back after this. even after you finally admitted what had been making your stomach swirl in uncomfortable ways for so long, ten won't just reappear, he is always gonna be gone.

"it's not" you whisper. "your not going to come back".

"but you finally got that weight off of your shoulders" he whispers, lifting your chin up so that he could look at you. "you have to wake up now".

you sigh shakily, holding onto ten for what seems like forever. you don't want to let go, you don't want to wake up, you can't, you'll never see him again if you do.

"i don't want to.."

"but you have to" ten presses. "you have so much left to do, right now isn't your time".

how am i going to do anything without you?

you hate that you begin crying again, and you press your head against his chest. just a few more minutes.. just a few more minutes.. you don't want to go just yet. "i'm sorry".

"don't apologize, you did everything you could, i won't ever fault you for that".

you look down, and he runs his fingers through your hair. it feels so real, you wish you could stay like this forever, with ten, in this dreamland where all he does is comfort you, hug you, whisper kind words into your ear.

"i love you.."

he just smiles as you say those last words, and he leans forward to kiss your forward, whispering; "it's time to wake up".

maybe it's his voice, or the way he gently holds you, the way his breathing gets slower and slower as he leans closer, you don't feel yourself begin slipping away, which is probably good, you weren't sure how you would hold up if you felt the dream end.

and when you open your eyes, your met with the sounds of beeping hospital machines, hushed voices, and hundreds of eyes staring at you.

your alive.

your awake.

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neosvision · 7 months

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Dancing with the Devil

ten lee x fem reader (18+)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: unprotected sex, slight choking, oral (f receiving), breast play/nipple play, ten calls reader a slut, pet name usage (baby), provocative dancing?

authors note: mdni or else. honestly this took me a suspiciously long time to write but to be fair i never really sat down specifically to write this. that's all, i hope you enjoy!

Ten, oh the dancer he was. To say he was a “good dancer” was an understatement. Watching Ten dance was an art form in itself. If music was a canvas, each move he made painted it with elegance and rhythm. Every movement he made drew the viewer in, waiting in suspense for his next. His body had a sort of charm that seemed to translate each note of the music into a mesmerizing choreography. His feet, hands, torso, everything, worked effortlessly which left whispers of propriety in their wake. His dance was not just a skill, it told a story, and only those who possessed the same talent could understand, though it could be enjoyed by all. Everything about his dance was perfect.

You wish you could say the same about yourself. Other people would argue “You are the female Ten,” but from the point of view you were in, your dance looked pitiful next to his. Absolutely nothing in the world could compare to him, not even the sight of the most breathtaking set of stars anyone could claim to see.

You felt as if your dreams had come true when you were told that you would be Ten’s dance partner in the partner choreography for his new song, Birthday. As you'd taken in the news, a hint of confidence lit up your eyes. You were also terrified, to say the least. Being Ten’s dance partner, for his own song, you had to be perfect for this, you had to be perfect for him. You were now carrying on your shoulders the weight of needing to look just as effortless as he had, right next to him for that matter. This weight had been extremely apparent to Ten, unbeknownst to you, since you first stepped into the practice room together.

“Good afternoon!” You greeted the staff and choreographer as you walked into the practice room. Ten hadn't arrived yet, thank god. You needed a minute to prepare yourself to carry your weight of pressure throughout the entire practice session.

You and the choreographer had worked together before which eased your mind even if just slightly. Then, the worst happened. Ten walked in. Immediately the sea of overbearing pressure you tried your hardest to suppress for the past… only 4 minutes… had threatened to spill. This was the end for you, you were definitely going to be kicked from this project after you were seen dancing with him in this state.

“Good afternoon everyone, good afternoon y/n! Are you ready to start? I already warmed up.” Why did he look so happy saying that almost as if he was happy to see you? This wasn't your first encounter with him, you two were under the same company so you were familiar with him yet this felt like no other interaction you had with him.

You let out a shaky exhale, “Yeah, I’m warmed up too!” and with that, you two and the choreography got to work.

After you were shown the choreography once, it was stuck in your head. Your passion for dance made it so easy for you to memorize routines. The way your body felt while you were dancing made you feel so alive. It's a sensation like no other, a fluttering of anticipation and exhilaration that courses through your veins with every step. You felt so unapologetically yourself when you were dancing that you almost forgot about your fear of not matching Ten’s energy until the choreographer ordered you to go through the routine together.

As you got in position, ready to walk to the front of the practice room with the music, Ten whispered “Don't be nervous, you're doing amazing.” he looked at you with the most comforting expression. It was like you could physically feel the weight slowly lifting off your shoulders at that moment, just in time for the music to start. With every movement you made, you felt confidence surging through your veins. How could something so small like Ten telling you that you were doing good make you feel so… at home?

You and Ten went through all of the choreography that you were shown with ease, as expected of Ten at least. The only thing making you stop being that you hadn't been shown the full routine. Ten got up from his position on the floor as the music paused, taking in as much air as possible to recover from the strenuous dancing that paired with the song. Your chests heaved up and down in sync as he lifted his hand, you doing the same, and he interlocked his fingers with your own. Taking your figure into an embrace, he breathed “That was… so good. I don't even know what to say y/n you're such a great dancer.”

“The credit all goes to you, you really are the best dancer I’ve ever seen.” A subtle warmth spread on his face as his head rested on your shoulder, and it definitely wasn't from all the sweating he was doing.

“Good job today guys, you’re ahead of schedule already so we can pick this up tomorrow.” The choreographer chimed in, making you and Ten separate from each other.

“Sounds good thank you so much for all your help!” You replied as Ten nodded his head in agreement, letting out a small thank you as well.

“It was a pleasure working with you two today, see you tomorrow.”

After you finished packing your things up and were just about to leave, Ten called for you, making you turn back to him.

“Y/n! It’s getting kinda late and I don't want you walking in the dark alone, let's walk together?”

“Are you sure? You really don't have to, I don't want you to have to go out of your way.” A blush making itself present on your cheeks, meeting his gaze as you spoke.

“Yeah it's no problem at all, I'd rather go out of my way than have something happen to you.” He answered, scratching the nape of his neck as he replied to you.

The walk home with Ten was the most fun you had in a while. Your schedule had been quite packed recently and having some time to just talk to someone put you at ease. You two spoke about everything, sort of catching up with each other since the last time you’d seen each other. As your steps fell in sync, there was a sort of warmth that enveloped the both of you. Every word exchanged, every shared laugh and even the comfortable silences became precious notes in a cherished melody. Unfortunately, the fun was cut short when you arrived at your dorm.

By the time you had to go to the practice room the next day, that pressure you felt the previous day had completely vanished. It had been obvious to everyone that you had no problem keeping up with Ten. Your dancing had been nothing short of mesmerizing and you finally had the confidence to show your full potential. You entered the practice room with an aura that was a complete 360 from the day before. It had been so apparent that as soon as Ten saw you in the practice room, he was taken aback and he was not going to let your new attitude go to waste.

The new portion of the choreography was… hot? If running your hands up and down each other's bodies had anything to do with it.

“I don't want to start any rumors so Ten when you’re on your knee you can just keep your hands up above y/n, okay?” The choreographer explained as you watched the demo. Ten theoretically would be on one knee, shamelessly running both hands from the bottom of your torso to your chest and you were so okay with that but it seemed now like that wouldn't be happening-

“No, I’d rather do the choreography the way it was intended.” Ten stated flatly, only realizing his mistake when your neck swung to look at him in shock. “If y/n’s okay with that,” his voice gradually getting quieter, “obviously.”

“Y-yeah I agree, I’m fine with it.” You felt your face get hot, there was no saving you now. Within minutes Ten would be running his hands all over your body and you loved it, spacing out as you fantasized about it.

“Alright then, let's go through it.” The choreographer hesitated as he turned on the music.

Your newfound courage hadn't let up just yet as you predicted. Nothing could break your determination when the music sounded through the room and Ten was on his knees, tracing his hands up your form. There was no doubt Ten was attractive, a little too attractive for your own good. You did your best to keep your composure even with an extremely attractive man looking up at you, touching you all over. It’s just for the dance you told yourself in your head, it’s nothing deeper than that yet Ten was also concealing the fact very well that he thoroughly enjoyed this point in the choreography, a little too much.

When all was said and done and you both had satisfied the choreography enough for the day, he ended practice with the flick of his tongue, speaking similarly as he did the day before. And again just as you were about to leave-

“Y/n! Do you think we could practice the new part of the choreo a little more before we both leave?” You were a dead woman. If you had to endure seeing Ten under you one more time as his hands groped you, you think you might just explode.

You had no choice but to agree, it was a good opportunity to get used to Ten’s roaming hands on you before you had to perform it. Your bodies moved in sync once again with the music. When the time came for you two to do the move, you involuntarily rolled your body into his grip. You’d just broken the poor man, hadn't you? Despite the music continuing, his movement halted and he was stuck in that same position on his knee.

“W- I- I’m sorry I didn't mean to… do that” You tried as you turned to pause the music but Ten’s hand reached out and pulled you back as he stood up.

He held you and his eyes met yours with an unmistakable intensity. Like there was an unquenchable pine for you burned within him. You become the sole focus of his longing, the world around you blurred into insignificance as he moved unimaginably closer to you. He stared down at you like he wanted to fucking devour you. Like a man who had been starved of you for years. It's a look that leaves no room for doubt, or god, an irresistible invitation where he beckoned you into the intoxicating realm of passion. He leaned down to capture your lips on his when you showed no sign of backing out. The moment they make contact, it's as if a thousand stars exploded in a breathtaking supernova of sensation. Lips meshed and breath mingled with rising passion through every passing second. He took the small gasp you let out as a bid to push his tongue into your mouth.

“Ten,” you mumbled against his lips as he pulled back, looking at you with stars in his eyes. “We can't do this here, what if someone walks in?”

“It’ll be fine baby, I can't wait any longer,” he whispered reassuringly, the pet name making your thighs rub together. His lips felt so addictive as he leaned back in and connected yours again, this time pushing you until you fell back onto the couch in the corner of the practice room. He used your position on the couch to his advantage, slotting his body in between your legs as you laid back. He placed open-mouthed kisses from your jaw to your collarbones, leaving ripples of pleasure in their wake, kneading your tit with his hand simultaneously.

“Ten… please.” You moaned out. Pleading for him to give you something more.

“Let’s go to my dorm, my roommates are sleeping by now,” he suggested, you took the idea and ran with it, literally. The walk from the company building to his dorm was approximately a 10-minute walk, you two made it back in about 5, excitement and lust coursing through your veins with every quick step you both took.

He quickly let you two in and you snuck down the hallway to his room, continuing right where you left off. Lips connected, breath mingled, bodies pulling each other unbelievably closer, tongues grazing each other.

The way you kissed him with such urgency, he already knew you wanted more. He moved his head lower with each kiss until he reached your neck, groaning against your skin the vibration sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

“Need more, nnhg”

With that, he moved lower down your body, moving his hands down to the waist of your pants to pull them off. You lifted your hips up to assist him, suddenly feeling shy under the power of his gaze and moving your arms to cover your face.

He immediately shooed your hands away from you, leaving you feeling bare underneath him.

“C’mon baby. Needa see that pretty face of yours while I eat you out.” He groaned, staring at your glistening core, almost drooling at the sigh, starting to place kisses and bites along the inside of your thigh.

He stared up at you as he lowered his face down to your core, laying his tongue flat on your wetness.

“Shit” you breathed, Ten batting his lashing up at you as he started licking strips up your folds. He slowly pushed 2 fingers into you as he continued sucking your clit as if to prep you for what would soon be coming. With every thrust of his fingers into you, he became unimaginably more turned on. His moans and whimpers could be heard over yours with every movement of his tongue and fingers. Each sigh he let out elicited waves of delight that coursed through your body right back into your pussy as he rolled his hips against the edge of the bed. You felt your stomach tighten and couldn't help but buck your hips up to meet his mouth for every lick or kiss he placed.

“Ten - fuck - I’m close.” you barely managed to let out without uncontrollably voicing the pleasure you felt.

You felt your climax get ripped from right under you as he instantly pulled his fingers out and his tongue away, feeling your pleasure being robbed from you as he did so.

“Need you to cum on my cock, can you do that for me, baby?” He asked, but you knew it was an order. You nodded eagerly yet that wasn't enough for him.

He grasped your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, staring into the intricate pools that were your eyes. “Need you to use your words.”

“I can do it,” you said, barely being able to think properly at the tone he used to speak to you with. He smirked as he kicked off his pants within seconds.

His cock was so pretty, thick and desperate, dripping with precum already. The anticipation of having him fill you up was killing you. After what felt like hours of waiting, he lined up his dick with your entrance and slowly pushed himself into you, his brows furrowing and lips parted slightly. The stretch you felt around him was so good it should’ve been criminal. You couldn't contain the string of whimpers you let out. It seemed neither could he as your warm, slippery walls sucked him in. He couldn't help but stare at the masterpiece which was your two bodies connecting.

“F-fuck baby, your pussy’s so wet and tight for me” he growled, bottoming out inside of you. He stayed there for what felt like hours, taking in the pure bliss of being inside of you, studying your face of pleasure as he let you adjust to his size.

“Please,” you whimpered as he lowered himself to remove your shirt, taking your hardened bud into his mouth.

“Please what?” he teased against your tit, the vibrations of his deep voice sending a shiver through your body.

“Move, please.” He moved from your chest, pecking your lips sweetly, and propped himself just above you as he slowly pulled out until just his tip was in and pushed himself in again as deep as he could. The pleasure you felt was magical, he couldn't help but stare at your face as your mouth opened as if to speak and your eyes rolled back.

As his pace picked up, so did the volume of the lewd noises the both of you made. The room was practically spilling with groans and whimpers as he snapped his hips in and out of you. He watched your tits bounce with every thrust into you as your mouth stayed open, releasing the most heavenly sounds that Ten has ever heard.

“Ten nghhhh” Being stuffed full of his cock was starting to make you feel an overwhelming amount of pleasure.

“Im gonna-” definitely not cum. Definitely not, because you heard the floorboard down the hall creaking, getting dangerously close to Ten’s room, which you could only assume was one of his roommates.

“I thought you said they were sleeping?” You whsiper-shouted. He was quick to bring his body even closer to yours, covering your mouth with his hand but continuing his movement in and out of you.

He brought his mouth to your ear, “Shhh, you don't want them to hear me fucking you dumb do you?” At that, you let out a whine. Still, next to your ear, he whispered “I bet you want them to hear, fucking slut.” Your eyes rolled back at his words, the idea of someone walking in and seeing you two, bodies intertwined, was extremely arousing. He kept nipping your ear down to your collarbone, moving his hand from over your mouth to around your neck once the sound died down and his roommate returned to his room. You were on the verge probably exploding, or something of that nature. The pleasure you coursing through you was so incomparable to anything you'd ever felt before.

You felt so hazy as the knot started to tighten in your stomach.

“Ten” you sobbed. “I’m… hghh gonna cum.”

“Let it out baby,” your pussy pulsing around him as soon as he finished speaking. You screamed out his name, praying that his roommate fell back asleep because they most definitely would be able to hear you now if they hadn't already. More whines and whimpers felt like they were being ripped from your throat as he kept slamming into you through your high.

You were panting at this pointing, having nothing more to let out after Ten fucked you into oblivion but that wouldn't stop him from chasing after his high.

“Just a little bit more baby,” he promised as his mouth found its way back to your tits, circling his tongue on your nipple. The overstimulation felt like heaven on Earth, the feeling of him filling you with his cum felt even better. His thrusts stuttered as his cock twitched inside of you as he fucked his cum into you. He let out the nastiest of groans and sighs which played like a melody, over and over again. After a few more pumps, his movement faltered and he pulled slowly out, watching his sticky white pride spill out of you and onto his sheets. He fell beside you on the bed, feeling empty, no longer being filled to the brim with his cock. You two laid there, staring at each other as you both came down from your highs, quiet pants replaced the noises that still reverberated in your ears. You couldn't help but giggle as you leaned over to kiss him, this time with a much more lighthearted feel.

As Ten was cleaning you up, you thought, “How the fuck am I gonna dance tomorrow?” You didn't even mean to say it aloud but it was too late now.

Eliciting a giggle out of Ten, he replied “I’m sure the choreographer will understand if you got a little sore from practicing so hard.” as he captured your lips on his once again.

You and Ten laid together for a while, sharing stories and laughs until he drifted off to sleep. You, on the other hand, were having a much harder time falling asleep in this new environment.

Who knew that a simple dance practice would lead you to falling asleep in Ten’s bed but damn, you hoped that you’d get to dance with him again. Maybe you secretly wanted this to happen again or maybe you wanted to with him but who knows? You did, it definitely wasn't the latter. You just hoped that one day you'd get to dance with the devil himself, yet again.

#nct #wayv #nct x reader #ten lee #ten lee x reader #ten x reader #ten lee smut #nct smut #nct imagines #ten lee imagines #ten nct

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woozten-x · 2 years

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#. 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐨𝐲 | 𝐓𝐞𝐧

‹3 gif originally posted by highwaytoheaven (fyi this is their OLD acc!)

[ ; M.List including other Neos! ]

─ Synopsis: Perfection - there is no other word to describe him. He is the dream boy, the one that everyone falls for or at least has a soft spot for; he can possibly get anyone in the whole world to fall for him. Knowing him since highschool and being his best friend, you’ve tried your best to control your feelings for him After all, how could you possibly pursue your dream of love with Ten Lee?

─ Pairing: Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten) x Gender-Neutral Reader (use of they/them)

─ Genre: Fanfiction, Humorous Moments, Fluff/Wholesome, Angst w. Happy Ending

─ Disclaimer: I do not personally know WayV! This is a work of FICTION. ALL 7 members are mentioned and they appear throughout the story ─ Content Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol + actual intoxication occurs spoiler alert its ten & profanity used (f bomb used in like two sentences

─ Concepts: College!AU, Dance Major!Ten x Art!Major Reader, Opposites attract literally, best friends to lovers :), kinda a slowburn(?), The other members are there for lighthearted moments + Kun is a tired parent </3, reader fr a overthinker, Ten exposes himself when drunk, reader is literally friends with WayV + besties with Kun & Ten

─ Count of Words: 11.2k all for my first nct bias </3

─ Inspiration of the work: Dream Boy by Waterparks + “If you don’t trust me by now, tell me right now - what can I do just to keep you around?” (Low Low by Ten & Yangyang)

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Gossip - a curse seeming to float around all morning, once you started your class. Ears straining to hear every last bit of it and anticipation leading to animated reactions, as though it really mattered to them or personally affected them; but, even if you are one to always keep to yourself, you are always catching a glimpse of conversations. Whether they knew you were there or not, you knew some rumors with an untelling sign of being true or not.

Though, some may sound ridiculously stupid at times - you can’t help, but be a bit more awake than usual in the morning. For today, the topic of discussion is surrounding your best friend; somehow, the mention of his name is waking you up more than the coffee in hand after placing your stuff down. Sitting down in your chosen seat, you held your phone in your hands and looked down, acting distracted for the time-being to avoid looking too invested in such conversation.

Ironically enough, you are trying your best to not be nosy.

“Have you heard? Ten rejected Robin from the dance team!”

“Seriously? I thought they were dating already.”

“Turns out Robin had feelings for him for a while, but…”

Curiously yet subtly, you spared a glance at the students speaking to one another. You recognized them from the dance team of the University, knowing their faces since Ten Lee had hung out with them before outside of their dance practice and meetings; though, the names to label their faces was knowledge you didn’t possess. You never really cared, anyway. After such a dramatic pause, the one explaining continues - “But, he said that he likes someone else and apologized for not liking Robin back…”

A gasp falls from the other student listening, eyes wide as saucers and a hand covering her gaping mouth. You blink at the reaction, not exactly reactive to the news as you expected; maybe you should be a little more surprised, but it was expectant of Ten to be interested in somebody. After all, he is quite popular and he’s met many people, it could be anyone! You let out a small sigh, quite disappointed to hear the news however.

It’s a simple crush, you would repeatedly tell yourself.

You shouldn’t feel the tinge of jealousy for that very person, knowing you were no match for Ten himself. He is your best friend and a person who is far out of your league, you knew someone like yourself would never deserve him; even if you’ve seen the worst parts of Ten, he is someone you cannot have. Surely, the reality is quite damaging and harsh yet you adapted to this perspective of things - after all, you were nothing but the shadow in the background or the side character.

The replaceable and easily forgettable side character, to be exact. A person who isn’t surrounded by many friends who know you and isn’t always the first pick when inviting you to events. Fortunately enough, you are able to have Ten as your best friend - honestly, it was the most you could ask for and nothing more. Shooting your shot is completely out of the picture, knowing you will become another ‘Robin’ to Ten.

“Good morning.” Suddenly, a voice rings out and you look up from your phone to face one of the few friends you made during University. Dong Sicheng, a junior in University and only being a year younger, settles beside you with his own belongings and a yawn escaping from him. His lame greeting shows the lack of enthusiasm he has for the morning, and you smile back at him before putting down your phone - “Good morning. I am guessing you got ready last minute?” you say, eyes observing the male next to you.

His hair was a bit messy, a few stray strands standing up in a few places and it seems like he threw on whatever he could find - ah, you definitely recognize that hoodie from a week ago. Sicheng hums, “It’s a Monday. I forgot about this class.” he sighs while stretching out his arms and letting his body rest atop of the desk. You rest your chin on the basis of your palm after propping your elbow up onto the desk, “Did you stay up playing games or what?” you ask with a slight tilt of your head.

“God, don’t remind me…I regretted it. Dejun and Hendery were a pain to carry,” he groans and brings his hands up against his face to rub the tiredness lingering on his expression. You laugh, your gaze slowly returning to the dance students gossiping about their dance leader - the mentions of Ten’s name making you sigh, a small ache resonating in your heart. Is a crush supposed to hurt this much? Even so, how could you believe some gossip like that?

You never know if it is true! Knowing yourself however, you knew you wouldn’t bother to ask Ten himself about the rumors surrounding him.

Sicheng grunts, “It must be a pain to be so popular.”

You perked up at his sarcastic comment, looking towards him. “You heard about the stuff surrounding Ten?” you ask and Sicheng nods, another yawn escaping him while he sits up in his seat. “Considering how many people are on the dance team, it’s everywhere.” He said, rolling his eyes a bit; sometimes, he’s glad he doesn’t have the curse of popularity influencing his college life. Sicheng looks towards you a bit quizzically, “Did he ever mention to you and Kun about having a crush on someone? You seem surprised.”

“Um…No? I don’t know about Kun knowing, but I am definitely surprised. He always says he never has time for that type of stuff,” you said with a shrug and a pang to your heart. It was another reason why you never bothered trying - Ten’s passion for dancing and focus on becoming a dance teacher and owning his very own studio leads him incredibly busy in achieving such reality, rather than worrying about a little funny thing called ‘love’. If you were to ever confess, you knew your friendship with Ten would end up in shambles and possibly become a setback to Ten.

You never want to be a burden for him, after all.

Sicheng hums in acknowledgement to your words, “He always talks about everything but not at the same time. He is really something, especially to his own best friends.” He said and you simply nodded. Even during your junior year of highschool, befriending Ten is similar to a feline; someone who can be expressive, but chooses to be aloof with many things. You never minded though, knowing Ten trusts you enough to reach out whenever he does need it. But, even for years of knowing him, you wonder if you ever heard him talk about his past relationships.

The thought seems quite sour at the tip of your tongue. Someone having Ten as theirs? The very thought made you squirm in your seat, the greediness within your heart wishing to be that same person who possibly made Ten happy; at the very same time though, your heart aches as it knows his heart is not supposed to fit perfectly on the palms of your hands.

You didn’t deserve it.

The perfect fit for Ten is someone, but it wasn’t you.

No matter how many times you hope, reality is always willing to crush it like a bug scattering away from the truth.

. . .

Carrying your tray alongside your other best friend since highschool, you wait for the other male to pick up the desired food he wanted for lunch, the two of you accompanying each other in comfortable silence. Qian Kun, a classmate of yours when the two of you met then mutually knowing each other through Ten, places a few items on his tray before looking towards you - “They don’t have the sweet bread they usually have,” he complains with a disappointing sigh. Tilting your head towards the options on display, you could understand the disappointment the other had; it wasn’t impressive whatsoever.

“Maybe they’ll have it tomorrow?” you suggest, the words said in hopes of comforting your disappointed best friend of missing his favorite snack. He lets out a quiet ‘hopefully’, finally moving away from his spot and walking towards the usual table the two of you sat at; following after him, you felt an uncomfortable twist within your gut. It definitely wasn’t the bathroom calling, but the type to make you feel something is wrong. You glance around, wondering if your own intuition is leading you to some sort of answer in the cafeteria.

To no avail, you are left with no direct sign or answer to your bothersome feeling. The slight tugging causes you to feel a bit anxious, is it that serious? You try your best not to think too much, especially when sitting next to Kun. Knowingly, the other male would be questioning you and trying to solve the mystery with you; you've never been the type to say much about whatever is on your mind, surely that won’t change now. “Thank you for the meal,” Kun hums out before eating and you take off your backpack to place it onto your lap; hands unzipping and peeking inside. It seems like your own intuition was correct, as you rummage through your belongings to find something missing.

“Shit. I forgot my sketchbook,” you tut out with a sigh followed after and closing up your backpack once you realized. Kun looks towards you with slight confusion, “You forgot it at your dorm or in class?” he asks, unsure of where exactly you left it. Picking up the kimchi sitting in the corner of your tray with your chopsticks, “During class.” you reply back while taking a bite. Kun swallows a few more bites, concern expressing from his handsome face and you know he is going to say the ‘Really? Today must not be your day.’

Maybe it wasn’t. Was it about Ten? You could feel the distaste towards such an assumption, feeling like an overreaction more than anything. It was the start of a week, supposedly you are still begging for a longer weekend.

“You know, you should start packing up faster. I wouldn’t be missing out on the snacks they have!” A voice of complaint says, a tray placed down in front of you and you looked towards the owner of the voice - Hendery; a sophomore with long brown locks and doe eyes in University where you met him at a party with Kun a year ago, and you are still unsure on what his real name is. Another dark brunette male followed him after, sitting down in front of you once setting down his tray - Dejun.

“I was getting notes for the both of us since someone didn’t pay attention to the lecture!” Dejun argues back, the two of them bickering and you watch alongside Kun. It wasn’t too surprising, as Dejun and Hendery have been close friends along with another student - Yukhei; a tall, broad male who intimidated you at first, only to know he is a happy virus like Hendery. He is the same person who exposed Hendery’s passport, and now you and Kun have no idea what his real name is since everyone called him Hendery for whatever reason.

Though, the more you pondered on other possible names held accountable for Hendery’s identity, you cannot find another name that doesn’t fit him.

Once the two quieted down from their quarrel, Kun spoke up - “You two didn’t pay attention during the lecture?” he questions, seeming to only pay attention to the fact the two younger students didn’t bother to listen than their petty argument about packing up faster. Dejun shrugs, “I zoned out. But, you know what he did? He fell asleep.” He tells, dramatically turning to look at Hendery then rolling his eyes. “Maybe if you didn’t suck so bad at ranked, we wouldn’t be staying up!” the brunette exclaims.

“How long did you two stay up?” Kun says with disappointment, sounding like a parent becoming the mediator of his two children’s problems.

“Three of us stayed up until 4 a.m.” Dejun answers.

“Three?”

“Sicheng was with us!” Hendery discloses, exposing your first period friend and classmate. You raised a hand to speak up, “I can vouch for that. He was exhausted this morning.”

Kun loudly scoffs, “You three were staying up for games?” a loud sigh followed after while he shakes his head. He could never understand the three of them. Hendery gasps, “It’s more than a game! It’s ranked.” He defends, his hands lifting in exaggeration to his justification. You chuckle, until you see four familiar boys approaching the table; your eyes instantly moving towards one.

Keen on the details of his smile taking place on his pink lips and his usual sharp gaze softer than usual, his expression radiant as though the sun had captured his beauty. Black hair parted and neatly combed, no sight of any stray strands; he is well-kept, having no flaw when it comes to his handsomeness. No matter how many times you look at him, your own heart becomes steady as if you were in a state of euphoria - you are mesmerized by the most breathtaking art piece in the whole room.

“Has your parents taught you that staring is rude?” The playful comment saves you from the captivity you felt towards Ten. The raven-head standing in front of you and tilting his head at you, almost mocking you while you looked up at him; you felt a smile appear on your face, “I can’t stare at my pretty best friend?” You answer back. You weren’t one to always talk, especially in your loud group of your friends; but, you were one of the few who is able to keep up with Ten’s banter.

However, calling him your ‘best friend’ out loud felt undeniably wrong. Of course, it was only your own loyalty to the fact that you find him nothing more than a crush - Ten being your first love is a dream; a faraway dream whereas you could not capture, no matter how many times you leap.

“Eww!” yells out the youngest member among everyone, the blonde watching the two of you interact from the very start had cried out in disgust rather dramatically. Everyone at the table looked at him, “You two should get together at this point.” Yangyang simply said, Ten rolling his eyes and nudging you to move as he tried to sit beside you. Pushing Kun along the way, “Yah! You could have just sat on my side.” He protests while Sicheng sits beside him. Ten lets out an amused hum, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to his side.

You felt your breath hitch, the scent of cologne and a tinge of coffee reaching your senses once pulled closer. “I want to be close with the cutest Y/N~” he teases, speaking in a high voice to express his adoration for you. After knowing Ten for years, his own fake adoration for you always made you feel certain things; knowing damn well, you can’t cling onto the idea of seeing him as a ‘crush’ every time it occurs. He always acts this way, especially towards Yangyang or Sicheng, you aren’t exactly special. “Is my cutie blushing?” Ten points out, unknowingly you are sitting next to him with pink decorating your cheeks.

Suddenly, the obnoxious laughter of Yukhei is ringing in your ears, the others expressing their disgust or joining in the teasing about you. At this very moment, you wish you could be swallowed whole and disappear. “Shut up all of you,” you helplessly say while lifting up your own hands to hide your face and Yangyang points at you - “You can’t tell me that they aren’t cute together!” he says, the others nodding and agreeing.

Surprisingly enough, Ten didn’t bother to deny such a thing. He continues to smile and hold you close next to him, a sense of proudness radiating from him and you felt like crumbling at that very moment. What the hell is Ten doing? What the hell is everyone doing? Being the butt of some joke is not always fun, especially when it’s taking a toll on your feelings.

“I have to go!” you utter out amidst your embarrassment, finally moving to push Ten away and lifting yourself up from your seat. Kun looks at you, “Are you alright?” he voices out his concern, realizing they may have crossed a certain line. “Can I at least have your leftovers?” Yukhei suddenly speaks out, pointing at the food remaining on your tray; it was obvious the taller was changing the topic for the sake of everyone, or maybe he is seriously concerned about food being thrown out in the trash.

You clear your throat, “I have to get my sketchbook. I have art after this.” You said while pushing your tray towards the athlete in silent acceptance towards his request. Yukhei smiles, “Thank you~” he said happily. Thankfully enough, everyone else followed along with the flow of conversation - Dejun speaks up, “At the dorm or…?” his words trail off along with his confusion. Picking up your backpack, “In my last class.”

Ten watches you then flinches once feeling Yangyang subtly kicking him underneath the table. He meets eyes with the younger before looking at you, “I’ll go with you. It’s almost time to get to class anyway and our departments are close to each other.” He said, getting up and the others nodded their heads in acknowledgement towards his words. Hendery reaches over, “Gimme gimme.” he childishly says, picking up a few of your leftovers on the tray next to Yukhei’s. Kun waves a hand, “See you guys later.”

Leaving the cafeteria with Ten accompanying your side, you look at him in the corner of your eye; he looks ahead, his perfect side profile fully on display and it makes your own heart ache by his visuals. He turns his head to look at you, instinctively you turn to face him properly and meet his eyes - he smiles upon seeing your face, “Did I embarrass you a bit too much back there? I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” He says, his voice sweet yet smooth in your ears.

You shook your head, “No…It’s alright. I wasn’t really prepared for the sudden change of topic.” You manage out an excuse, knowing it sounds confusing on what you really meant. You knew your friends long enough to know anyone can be targeted for teasing, you are no stranger to such tactics; maybe you are not used to being teased often? Oh, your brain is trying to make up every damn excuse on why you reacted the way you did. Deep down, deep in the depths of your heart, you knew that you were flustered because of Ten himself. Thankfully, Ten had no will to pry and simply accept your answer - “Alright, I am just checking.” He said, nodding his head.

You nearly forgot why you had left the cafeteria, almost walking by the class and you halted in your steps while Ten followed along. “It’s this class, let me grab it.” You say, ready to open the door and step inside before Ten reaches out and holds onto your hand. Pausing, feeling his cold skin against your warm hands made you shudder; Ten always had unnaturally cold hands, for some odd reason. You look towards him with confusion, “Is there something wrong?” You ask and he seems to be deep in thought.

The usual smile playing on his lips was transparent, completely gone to the eye; even when you tried to move your hand away, he had quite a grip on you to prevent you from moving away. Unusually so, he is serious. No, dramatic head tilt with a glare like he would do with hints of sass nor any expression of him teasing you with his actions - you were unsure whether to call out his name to lead him out of his trance or wait.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” Ten asks an unexpected question for such serious anticipation. You thoughtfully pondered, wondering if you are free; it was a Tuesday night and you shook your head with a small pout, “No. I have to finish this project I am working on by Friday and I was assigned with a presentation. Why?” You reply back with head tilting in mere confusion towards the male. A chuckle escapes from his lips, his somber expression cracked by his usual smile - “I expected you to be busy. I was going to invite you to a party tomorrow.”

His grasp weakened and he didn’t spare another glance to his hand occupied with yours. Breathlessly, your gaze shifts away from his face and onto the hand holding onto yours; Ten looking also, and he lets go to your dismay. Tinge of discontent flourishing throughout your body, your mind wishing you could hold onto him a bit longer and tighter. “A party on a Tuesday?” You laugh, relieving the tension between the two of you with a cursing warmth spreading across your cheeks; you are blushing like a fool again.

“I know right? Well, it is more of the dance team’s party but I decided to invite some of my friends other than Yangyang.” He sighs, seeming quite let down by your rejection. You wished to apologize and hopefully reconsider your plans, however your bad habit of procrastinating for art isn’t something to be taken lightly; considerably enough, you knew you needed an idea on what to draw then paint, which would take time to dry. You sigh, the time where you could hang out with your usually busy best friend wasn’t going to work out whatsoever.

“Let's hang out next time whenever we get the chance, okay?” You smile at him, compensating for the lost time between the two of you. Even the small moments of walking to class together wasn’t enough, especially since you want to spend time with Ten and Kun like the old days. “We can also invite Kun too when we do!” You said with excitement, a slight bounce on the soles of your feet and Ten couldn’t say ‘no’ to you. Seeing your cute habit of bouncing a little in excitement and smiling widely like a child during Christmas morning, Ten would have to be catching some miracle to see you like this. He misses you, after all. He nods his head, “Sounds like a plan~ Maybe we can talk about it once we graduate or towards the end of the year.”

“I would love that,” You say with a grin sent towards him. Ten’s eyes flicker away from your eyes to your lips, a temptation to your cute smile, but he holds back. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the right time to do anything. Remembering your original plan on why you ventured off with Ten, you exclaimed a quick ‘be right back!’ and left inside the classroom with Ten standing in front of the door. His smile fell away, a hand lifting up onto his chest and he felt his very heart racing. Shaking his head, he tries to calm himself down.

Albeit the many times he’s hung out with you, Ten’s own vision becomes clearer than before; it was a late realization, but the idea of love with you seems to become a desire. Other than his passion for dancing and education becoming his distraction, Ten hoped he could confess his feelings soon.

Unknowingly enough, Ten is hoping to catch the right time to give you a chance of love with him.

. . .

Seated on the wooden floor of your single room dorm, you stare blankly at your open sketchbook with the most uninterested look. It was a Tuesday night, the night where you are alone and stuck with the soft murmuring of the music playing for the past two hours - somehow, the same two hours had passed within two minutes! You realized the time passing by like sand falling between the gaps of your fingers, the surprise overtaking your expression; how the hell is it two hours later?

How the hell did you proceed to waste so much time doing nothing? You groan and raise your hands, placing them on your face while dramatically falling back. Your back hits the hard floor underneath, “I can’t think of anything!” you yell over your music to express your exasperation. For some odd reason, you couldn’t find any motivation nor any ideas on what to draw; regardless of the wasted time of pondering, you found no renowned idea to use for this project. Sometimes, you wished there was a prompt to follow this time.

However, what is an artist without any ounce of creativity? Maybe you should have gone out to that damn party to hopefully find some inspiration. It was a last resort and possibly will be your biggest regret, if you went - after all, it was a party with alcohol and you know damn well you will awaken in the morning with a hangover or feeling shitty in general from the aftermath of adrenaline.

Staring up at the ceiling, you drift away from reality. The melody of the music carries you elsewhere and you let out a deep sigh, the exhale letting your body relax; even in the midst of stress, you always find some ability to distract yourself from it. Daydreaming for hours is one skill you have, the skill possibly manifested from the past of being alone for the most part; suddenly, you are taken back to the past of your highschool years. There is always a saying of your middle school years being the worst, somehow both highschool and middle school became your worst - how the hell did you survive?

You’ve always been someone who is stuck in the background. A wandering shadow, who is never taking the spotlight regardless of the chance of it being open or not; if you were lucky enough, people would notice for some idle conversation and you simply fade back into the background once again. Maybe it was your fault for never trying in your friendships, but it’s not like you are surviving school for the sake of having friends - you’ve always been one stuck in the clouds, ‘head in the clouds’ as anyone would call it.

You were always stuck elsewhere, constantly engaged with your sketchbook. Even if you were lucky enough to find people who did talk to you, you were never the one invited outside of school; sometimes, you are lucky enough to be a side character who stands there without much purpose. People only spoke to you because they were either alone in the class or they were fishing out for answers for the damn study guide, regardless you knew you weren’t of much importance to anyone.

Even if you were lonely, you learned to deal with it until junior year of highschool. For some odd reason, you’ve grown interested in the position of becoming the manager for the dance club; why was there a manager position? You have no idea. Maybe it was because of the other sports clubs having at least one manager. The job was fairly easy, you didn’t mind staying at school during after school hours to help the teacher plan and promote. But, one particular day stood out most in comparison with others.

“Y/N, can you lock up the clubroom? I need to get home earlier than usual. Also, please sort these out too!” the teacher said to you, packing up her belongings and you looked towards her. For some reason, you couldn’t put a face to the voice; to you, she wasn’t someone you remembered too much of. Upon realization, everyone’s faces seem a bit blurry in the past. Regardless of the minor detail, like the memory goes, you accepted and took a mental note where the keys were to lock up.

Sorting through and finishing up the smaller tasks, you finally pack up to get ready and return back home. Tucking the sketchbook underneath your arm, the item you were attached to ever since and possibly the only thing that understood you more than others, you grab the keys and walk out the office. Closing it behind with a soft ‘click!’, you locked the door and walked towards the clubroom where the club members would be practicing for dance. Approaching the door, you hear the music softly playing from the inside and you confusingly look at the door.

Today was a day where all club members are home, resting up before the competition and you sigh to yourself. Who could possibly be borrowing the clubroom at this hour? Overall, this day! There were days to rest for a reason and you thought this club member is fortunate to know that the teacher wasn’t opening it, knowingly she could be strict when it comes to anyone’s well-being. Opening the door, you step inside and you see him. Possibly the most popular club member of the whole club and the one where everyone spoke good about, as you barely heard any negative rumors; the infamous Ten Lee. A foreign student from Thailand and a beauty, as every girl and boy is fawning over him. Honestly, he was a dream in comparison with everyone.

A boy with a passion for dancing but a competitive athlete, somehow outshining in every sport he tries. He is charismatic and easygoing, always melting the ice with others rather easily; he can be quiet at times, but he is always polite and bright whenever spoken to. It was hard to get on his bad side since he was such a likable, confident person. To you, he is the complete opposite.

Despite your presence, he did not stop dancing. He continues on, his sharp gaze hardened with concentration, as he maneuvers through the dance room; his steps are light, his movement fluid and smooth like he was possessed by the gods of dancing. Easily, he captures every beat of the music with his movement, dancing on with passion flaring - he is shining. Silently, you stood at the doorway, fascinated by the way he flows along the contemporary dance; it was breathtaking really.

Suddenly, he stops and his chest is heaving with eyes staring deep into his reflection; there were hints of anger in his very eyes, those passionate flames suddenly burning him up while he stood. Blinking away from the enchantment of Ten, you cleared your throat loud enough for him to hear - “Excuse me…” you spoke up awkwardly, lifting up a hand to wave for his attention. Ten whips his head towards you, “Huh? Oh, I am sorry. I didn’t hear you come in.” He said with a chuckle.

“No, it’s fine…I am just here to lock up the club room.” You say, eyes trailing along his toned body. Sweat glistened on his skin and his chest breathing heavily, despite him catching a quick breather; you furrow your brows in concern, “You should take a break, you must be really tired.” Although it wasn’t your place to interfere, you knew your teacher would lose her shit if one of her best dancers on the team was injured. He laughs, “I should huh? You are right.” He says with a nod and walks over to his bag and picks up his water bottle.

Ten leans down to pick up the bottle, “Before you close up, can I at least finish up this song one more time?” he says while looking at you through the mirror. His reflection staring directly at you in hopes you would not reject his last practice, you frown a bit but you nodded nevertheless; after all, no one can stop a person from reaching perfection. People with an overbearing amount of passion are always bewitched by their own arts, you understood where Ten was coming from. If anything, you are no hypocrite to intervene.

“I’ll be outside-”

“You can stay here, I don’t mind. You can be my audience~” Ten voices out, properly looking at you when facing you. As much as you wanted to deny his request due to not wanting to be a distraction; he seemed confident to not let that happen. You nod your head, quietly moving to the corner of the room near the door and sat down with your backpack dropping down next to you. He hums, walking over to the bluetooth speaker, picking up his phone and replaying the song he abruptly stopped when you first came in; you looked down at your sketchbook, opening it up while you unzipped a pocket to take out a pencil. Flipping to a fresh page, you decide to doodle for the meantime.

Though that was your original plan, your eyes moved away to see Ten dancing once again. Precise yet sharp with bits of elegance once the tempo slows down, he is moving like he was in his own world; you felt like an onlooker, captivated by the spell that was casted upon you unknowingly. He dances on, every fiber of his body flowing with devotion for what he loves most. As an artist, he is a moving masterpiece - any artist’s dream, as every emotion towards the art piece is spiraling with awe.

He is stunning. No, beautiful - a beautiful dream.

Within minutes the dance is over and he ends it gracefully, his eyes directly towards the mirror of his reflection. Then, at you. A smile appears on his lips once meeting your eyes, you are completely awe-struck and you slowly regain consciousness from your trance. Ready to applaud for his hard work, he suddenly collapses and your eyes widen - “Ten!” you panickedly call out, scrambling up onto your feet and the sketchbook tossed away while running over to him. Laying on the floor sprawled out, he began to laugh once you approached him.

“Your face…” He breathes out, obvious panic written over your features. Laughing softly, “I am okay.” He says nonchalantly, sitting up and you watch his face come closer. Instinctively, you lean away but he leans towards you - “How do you like it?” he says, warmth residing in your cheeks with the proximity. “It was…” You start, remaining to be taken aback by his boldness yet in your eyes, he looked like a child awaiting approval from their parents. Catching your breath, “It was stunning. Like…Like a masterpiece.”

What the hell were you saying? What were you doing saying the most cheesy shit? You felt the embarrassment pile up, but you waited for his reaction; he seemed just as surprised by your feedback. He tosses his head back and lets out a laugh, “Really? That is a high compliment from an artist!” he says while flopping back onto the floor. Flustered, you move away from him after knowing he needs no medical assistance; you sit there, getting a glimpse of your reflection of being red.

“Someday, you should show me your drawings.” Ten suddenly says, the request making you glance at him. He turns his head to look at you with a stupid smile on his face, “I showed you my dance before everyone else. It’s only fair, Y/N~” Your name rolled off his tongue and you were surprised he even bothered to remember you. Not most club members remember you yet the most popular who probably sees so many faces everyday, has bothered to remember your name?

The memory of first meeting your best friend is a pleasurable ache, to this day you still feel it. Regardless of the many memories after that particular one, you always feel the warmth plucking your heartstrings every time you recall this one.

Your phone buzzes beside you and you sit up from the hard floor, glancing at the empty page filled sketchbook and scoffing at the sight. You should really start your art project. Seeking out for your buzzing phone, you grab it from the bed beside you and open the text messages from Ten; coincidentally enough, he is blowing up your phone. Unknowingly, you are met with messages of your best friend begging you to pick him up from the party. Worry expresses from you, wondering what could have happened.

Suddenly, Kun’s message pops up.

Qutie Kun Can you pick up Ten? He won’t get in the damn taxi nor won’t he listen to me when I try to bring him back to his dorm.

Please pick him up, he is being an annoying bastard and I am embarrassed.

He is laying on the floor on the verge of throwing up or crying, I am not sure.

He’s drunk btw.

Laughing a bit at the messages from the stressed Kun, you knew he was dealing with a lot of responsibility from Ten being drunk. There are only a few instances where you encountered shit-faced Ten, it was mainly from him competing against the others during a drinking game; usually though, he only did it when it was you and the others drinking. Was the party so boring that he decided to ditch it with the others? Who knows. You wonder what blackmail Yangyang had taken this time.

Getting dressed with a warm jacket to fight off the cold night weather and tugging on a pair of comfortable sweats, you take a plastic bag in case of any mishaps that may occur when dragging Ten back to his dorm. Following the location and telling the taxi driver the situation, he agrees to take you and Ten back to the dorms of the university; you sigh and look out the window of the passing car, the streetlights glowing an orange throughout the streets. Double checking the time, it was only 1 a.m. and you had mistaken the night being much earlier.

Arriving at the house where the party was hosted, you heard the blaring music from the home itself. “Excuse me for a moment.” You say towards the driver, getting out and instantly seeing Ten being manhandled by Yukhei himself; the taller male had thrown him over his shoulder, the smaller male in his grasp whining and occasionally smacking Yukhei’s back. As expected, Yangyang is taking photos with his phone and the flash. Laughter is surrounding your familiar group of friends, a smile appearing when approaching them.

“Here comes Ten’s hero! Are you happy now, brat?” Kun calls out over the music towards the drunken Ten, the others turning towards you as you stand around with them. Greetings of the others are given to you, politely nodding your head to them while noticing two members gone - “Where’s Dejun and Sicheng?” Hendery instantly laughs at the mention of their names while Yangyang smirks. “Dejun is throwing up his guts in the toilet with Lose-Lose being his babysitter. He lost rock paper scissors on who takes care of him,” Yangyang answers back and you nod.

After knowing them for awhile, somehow rock paper scissors means more than a stupid children’s game. “How many did you guys drink?” You ask, looking at Ten to only see his face flushed and looking quite constipated; you wonder if Yukhei’s broad shoulder pushing into his gut is going to make him barf at this very moment. “Not a lot. Dejun drank on an empty stomach and well…Ten decided to drink a couple more than he needed to,” Kun sighs like a distressed parent explaining what his children did to cause such disappointment.

“Have you started on your art project yet?” Hendery asks and you instantly frown upon the mention of it. Kun instantly scolds you, knowing you are procrastinating like your life depended on it - well, maybe if you procrastinate hard enough it will disappear. Hopefully. “I will start on it soon! I just gotta figure out what to draw,” You say with a shrug. Yukhei suddenly points to himself, “Draw me!” he exclaims and you look at him with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll draw you if it's vote based for a grade!” You reply back, laughter erupting among all of you.

“I like it, picasso!” Hendery yells out, patting you on the back. Kun looks towards you, “Have you eaten yet?” He asked and you nodded. “Don’t worry about me, I already had dinner.” You say with a dismissive hand and suddenly the taxi behind you honks, and you glance over your shoulder then back at the others - “Shit, I forgot about him…I’ll take care of him!” You add while pointing at your best friend. Yukhei nods, “I’ll bring him to the car.” He states while you say your goodbye to the others while walking to the car with Yukhei.

You look up at the taller, “So, why are you carrying him?”

“He kept running away. We had to find him for the past 5 minutes before you got here,” Yukhei answers back with a laugh of disbelief. Somehow, his upperclassman is like a child when drunk. Walking up to the car, Yukhei carefully places Ten inside who is somehow still awake to your surprise; you bid your goodbye to the athlete, thanking him for his kindness for handling your best friend’s troublesome behavior. Getting in the car, you apologize to the driver. Sitting next to you, Ten let out incoherent mumbles under his breath while leaning towards you.

His head rests on your shoulder and you look at him, “You drank too much. I brought a plastic bag just in case.” You say while revealing the bag inside your pocket, Ten looking up at you and smiling. He is smiling widely, his eyes creasing like crescent moons had overtaken his round eyes; you chuckle, adoring the cute blush spread on his face. As the two of you return to campus, you pay the driver and help Ten out of the car. “Come on…” you beckon him, dragging him out as he seems too intoxicated to move on his own.

Helping him to his dorm, he drags his feet lazily and leans against you for leverage; you groan, gripping onto his waist tightly while carrying him. “Ten, it would be great if you moved on your own.” You sigh, walking to his dorm complex. His head rests against your shoulder, he sighs loudly - “I missed you…” he softly says, the words causing you to be dumbfounded. What the hell was that? You chuckle, reminding yourself he is drunk and nothing more. “Oh really? We saw each other during lunch today though,” You remind him while supporting him up the stairs.

Cursing in your head, you wished the damn dorm complex was responsible enough to fix the elevator. Ten chuckles, “I know. But, we barely see each other after…I missed you.” He repeats, nudging your shoulder with his head like a feline rubbing themselves against you for attention. You breathe a bit heavily from helping him and you turn to him a bit, “Over the weekend we can hang out, okay?” you say with a smile despite the difficult situation. The two of you just finished one flight of stairs, there are only two more to go!

Ten did not reply, but he goes up the stairs with you like a clumsy newborn deer on ice. You nearly got a heart attack when Ten stumbled a bit further for your comfort. “You know, I had a lot of regrets.” He suddenly says, the two of you reaching the top and you look at him. Eyes glazed over, his expression becoming serious and you could see a tinge of sadness in his eyes. You did not reply, not knowing what to say while you begin the last steps before reaching the end goal.

“I regretted…For not giving them a chance during senior year of highschool…During the beginning of university…It feels like i’ve wasted so much time.” He slurs, his words quiet yet his words carried on to reach you in this isolated room with him. “A chance…?” you question, mainly to yourself while Ten slowly goes up the stairs and you support him from behind. Suddenly, Ten leans against the wall - “I-I like them…No, I love them. But, I was so busy with other things that I didn’t go for it…” he said bitterly, tension evident in his body.

Soon enough, the pieces are coming together and you feel your heart drop by the realization. Ten is in love with someone. Ignoring the pain gradually growing in your chest, you tell him to go up the remaining steps, encouraging him to move away with this topic. Surely, he is a crush to you, but it hurts - it hurts more than it should have.

Ten nodded, slowly going up the steps. A tense silence follows the two of you once reaching the designated floor, you open the door and reach out to guide him however you stopped; you didn’t want to touch him - you were afraid to. Ten walks by you anyway, seeming to be oblivious to your agonizing attempt. Inhaling a deep breath before exhaling shakily, you follow after him. Ten looks at you, “I’m such an idiot right? I should have…I should have had them as mine.” He says with shame.

You looked at him, the guilt reflecting back at you and you held an indescribable feeling of pain. It was excruciating really, especially when you bite back every attempt to fall apart in front of him; you couldn’t do so, it wasn’t right. Ten was never yours to begin with. You force a smile towards him, “There’s always a chance for it. Just do it when you are ready.” You tried your best to comfort him, hoping those words are enough to drop this uncomfortable conversation. Helping him to his dorm room, Ten pats his pockets for his keys and he grumbles - “Help…” he mutters out helplessly. Staring at him, you sigh heavily and pat his pockets for him; you wanted to complain or joke, but it was difficult to. Even if he was right in front of you, you felt further away from him than before, like a dream beyond your reach.

You should have known, anyway - dreams are not meant to be grasped upon.

Finding his keys, you take it and push him aside to unlock his door. Tears welling up in your eyes with your back facing towards him, you wished you were at your own dorm; wishing for every emotion to sweep you off your feet, and simply let you rage with waves of anguish. Pushing his door open, you turn to him - “I am going to go now, okay? You go to sleep and make sure to drink water and shower tomorrow.” You tell him. Unexpectedly, once looking directly at him, the tears you tried to hold back stream down your face.

Surprised, Ten looks at you with worry - “Are you crying?” he asks the most obvious question, but it was an innocent inquiry of bewilderment. You sniffle and instantly lift up your hands to wipe away the tears, “I…I’m fine. Something got in my eyes.” You try to excuse it, run away from this very interaction at this very moment. As you wipe away, you feel warm hands touching your hands and slowly moving them away, you meet eyes with Ten looking hurt. “Don’t cry,” he says while his fingers wipe away at the streaking tears.

Wishing to push him away, he gently holds your face with his hands. “I love you.” He suddenly said, the words overcoming you with confusion and misery; you felt absolutely sick. You couldn’t trust those three words leaving his lips, your best friend…No, your first love is mistaking you for someone else. It has to be - after all, it was the only reasonable explanation due to his intoxicated state. “W-What?” You manage out, Ten staring deeply back at you like you were the only one in the entire world.

Is that how he looks at them? Is this how he looks at the love of his life?

“I love you.” He claims once more, the words weighing heavily in your mind with a painful ache. Before you could push him away, he leaned forward to capture your lips with his own; you stood frozen, unsure what to do. The alcohol lingering on his lips reminds you of the nightmare you are experiencing. You wanted to kiss back, however you came to your senses; you're not the one, not to him at least. Pushing him away, Ten looked at you confused and you felt more tears falling from your face.

“I have to go,” you voice out quietly before moving away and scurrying off. Leaving Ten behind, you heard nothing from him, as silence only follows after you; the silence is enough to let you know that you're not the one he was supposed to kiss or love tonight. You were simply a mistake, not supposed to hear those very words uttering out - your very own love for him crushed with doubt and the bleeding wound of being rejected. You aren’t enough for him.

He is your best friend. Your crush. Though, you know it wasn’t true.

You are nothing in comparison to the dream, who became your very first love.

. . .

Your back and legs ache, stiffly placing down the paintbrush onto the small table next to your wooden easel. Tiredly, you lift up an arm to rub your face against your arm to avoid the paint covered fingers from contaminating your face; you seriously don’t want anything near your eyes and mouth, especially harsh chemicals - everything still hurts, after all. Getting up from the stool, a groan emits from your lips while stretching your aching body, arms and legs - everything cracked, the silence of the spare art room disrupted by obnoxious cracks.

You could seriously pass by as an old person with the sounds leaving your body and lips. Heavily sighing, your gaze lands on the somewhat unfinished painting, the best word to really describe it was ‘almost’ since you needed more layers and a few touch-ups to satisfy the perfection you had towards it. After the incident two days ago, you’ve been avoiding the others and Ten like a plague; it wasn’t exactly easy, considering they are all worried and constantly blowing up your phone with messages from the groupchat.

Speaking of, your device buzzes and you walk over to pick it up - seeing the message of the groupchat you were in with your friends, you open it to see Hendery sending the message and continuing to type.

Chickendery Day 2 of Y/N missing lunch with us because they think we are not cool anymore

I would like to say I love them so much :( they were always so chill and willing to side with us against Kun <3

Djay I miss having to make awkward eye contact while i messily eat

im so happy that they don’t say anything

Ylang Ylang You look like Bella when you eat

stop treating it like they are dead

Chickendery THEY ARE DEAD IN MY HEART, YANGYANG.

Qutie Kun We are eating, put down your phone.

Y/N if you are seeing this, lmk if you need anything :) i can always drop something off if you want anything

Ylang Ylang favoritism at its finest

im going to go missing like y/n to be treated like a king next

Qutie Kun Shut up!

Ylang Ylang say it to my face, im sitting in front of you

good luck with your project y/n!! I know you are really busy

Smiling at the messages, you roll your eyes at the banter; it seems like Yangyang was the one to logically think you were busy with your project rather than blatantly ignoring them. After all, this wasn’t the first time happening - throughout the school years, they knew how dedicated you were to your art pieces. However, you know they find it quite abrupt, as you found no energy to reply to them to avoid the possibility of Ten randomly appearing in the chat to speak to you.

Seeing his name and thinking about him had reminded you of the weight in your chest, you felt like your own heart had shattered that night and was currently scattered. Every piece is heavy for you, having the inability to pick each one and repair yourself; you need time - time to heal from the injury you barely survived with, after that damn heartbreak. You never thought being heartbroken would hurt this badly.

Frowning and placing down your phone, you walk over to the sink in the corner of the room. Turning the knob and letting the rushing water coldly come in contact with your skin, you did your best to scrub off the dry paint marking your hands; cleansing underneath your nails and hands, you finished up with a sigh. You came to realize how you are sighing more than usual. Supposedly, it was reasonable - it feels lonely after ignoring your only friends. After drying your hands, you walk over to your backpack to unzip it and take out the packed lunch you brought.

It wasn’t anything special. In fact, it was a plain nutella sandwich with a bag of chips followed by a bottle of water. It was more of a snack than an actual meal, but you do have a reason for it - you needed to finish up your painting by today, as it takes time for the painted layers to dry before being fully finished. Quietly, you sit down on your stool and unwrap the sandwich to take a bite and turn to look at your artwork.

Near the window you sat, the sunlight glared through the glass and settled on you with a golden glow; the color scheme of your work looking vibrant to the eye, it was pleasing to look at. Even with your sudden heartbreak two days ago, you were able to have inspiration - inspired by the sudden emotions overcoming you, the figures you’ve drawn seemed familiar to you. Funnily enough, you decided to paint the same person who brought such a painful ache in your chest. It was bittersweet.

A dancer underneath the moonlight, a shadow standing still as the figure dances away without a damn worry in the world. It holds a sorrowful tone, the very message of the piece reaching out to you and making your own eyes sting; however, you haven’t cried ever since that day. Every teardrop was drained from you, thus you sat numbly in front of your easel with your nearly finished piece. This painting of emotions fully describes the unwanted feelings you held towards your best friend.

No, first love - it sounded more right this time.

Distracted by your painting, the knock made you jump a bit and you peek over at the door. You wonder if another student is thinking of using this room, regardless you've already told your own professor to occupy the room for the day; you clear your throat, “Come in!” you call out with curiosity wondering on who it could be. The door didn’t open right away, instantly you rise from your seat thinking it might be your professor - maybe he is carrying a box of supplies and is having difficulty in opening the door.

Oh, you wished that was the case.

The door opens to reveal him, the very same boy in your dreams where you wanted to have some sort of love with him. He walks in with hesitance, looking towards you with a wary look on his face; he smiles upon seeing you, but it was a smile unlike any others you’ve seen. He seemed timid. Ten clears his throat, “Sorry to bother you…But, I guessed you would be eating by this time.” He said a bit awkwardly, closing the door behind him and letting the thick silence settle in the room.

Isolated with the tension with him is suffocating, it makes you feel sick. Those feelings you’ve felt previously became intense again, but you weren’t crying; you felt angry really. Were you angry at him or at yourself? Who knows. All you know, it was a better feeling than the heartache you’ve felt for days and woken up with this morning.

“How did you find me?” You ask, your voice cold as though there was a gap between the two of you. Ten continues to smile at you, a nervous habit he had while rubbing the nape of his neck - “You are always cooped up in an art room whenever you are finishing up a project.” He says, the little detail causing you to grip onto your sandwich a bit tighter. He knows so much about you, how the hell could you stop being friends with him?

You calmed down, a sigh leaving you while looking down at your makeshift lunch. “Do you need anything? I am busy right now.” You blatantly tell with a lie, knowing it is lunchtime, you are no hypocrite who always reminds Ten to take breaks when you wouldn’t take one yourself. The smile falls from his lips, his eyes becoming softer, as though every ounce of vulnerability is revealed to you.

“I am sorry about that night…I didn’t know what I was doing. But, I wanted to talk to you about it.” He straightforwardly says, one trait you always liked about him. He was always to the point, even if it was another language; he is trying his best to convey what he wants. Although you admired him for hunting down the elephant stuck in your friendship currently, you knew you needed a clear head. You couldn’t take the chance of talking about it now. You shook your head, “I am sorry but I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Your reply revealed disappointment on Ten’s face, the raven-head standing there with pursed lips; knowingly, he is biting his tongue in careful consideration. However, it seems like you didn’t expect him to continue speaking about it. “You completely misunderstood that night, I-”

“Misunderstood?!” You loudly exclaim, rudely interrupting him. Tossing the sandwich onto your stool, “I think you are the one misunderstanding. Ten, I told you that I don’t want to talk about this. I am really busy,” You say again, not wanting to ruin the motivation you had for your painting; even if he tries to fix with whatever happened between the two of you, you simply couldn’t stand looking at him. It hurt. For now, you wanted to avoid it at all costs. Ten lets out an inaudible sigh, “More than usual?”

“More than usual, Ten.” You answer back, scoffing at his somewhat sarcastic tone.

“Then make some time for me.” Ten replies back, his eyes nearly pleading as though he was begging for you to listen to him. Somehow, his attempt only made you explode; you knew you were supposed to be sad, but every broken piece in your damn heart is painfully twisting inside you. You needed to be angry. You step forward, “It’s always about you getting whatever you want huh? How many times do I have to fucking repeat myself?” you yell out, the sudden loudness making Ten flinch.

Tears well up in your eyes, “I am trying my damn hardest not to ruin our friendship. I don’t want to lose you…B-But, it hurts…” You admit shakily. Those words lowering, sounding like you are defeated; this constant war of trying to forget about everything, and how the denial you kept before is useless - you are in so much pain because of him. “It hurts to look at you. It hurts to think that you like someone that isn’t me…You’ve always been so bold, why haven’t you confessed to them?! For years, I didn’t know you loved someone else.”

Crying out with tears streaming down your face, your body quivers with every tear escaping. “Why couldn’t this happen before…Happen before I fell in love. It’s not fair,” You manage out while lifting up your arms to wipe away the rushing tears warmly rushing down from your face. Ten stood speechlessly, guilt expressing from his features while he stood before you - he never saw you break like this. Even when you were stressed with piled up work or when you became frustrated whenever things didn’t go your way, you were always trying to pull through; how the hell did he fuck up this badly to make you like this? This one misunderstanding, he felt incredibly stupid for getting drunk and confessing.

Though, it hurt. It hurt how you didn’t believe him.

“Y/N…” he calls out to you gently, approaching you and slowly reaching out but you quickly back away to avoid his touch. Achingly, he stares back at you, wishing to comfort you yet somehow his own intentions are only making it worse. “Listen to me…I was drunk, but it doesn’t mean I was lying. I love you, no one else. There is no one else that I love,” he explains while he refrains from touching you. Treating you like glass, as he believes once he touches you, you would break into a million pieces.

Trying to stabilize your crying, you try to process his words. You? Was it you this whole damn time? Wiping away your tears and sniffling, you look at him - “W-Why?” you ask, this innocent yet heartbreaking question only makes him feel more awful. He gingerly smiles at you, “Do I have to have a reason on why I love you? There are possibly so many things. I regretted not saying it sooner, and I am sorry for that.” He says while you stare back at him, unsure what to say or even do.

You lashed out at him for no reason, but here he was standing before you to only return your feelings with his own - his own love for you. The thought of being loved by Ten Lee is not one you expect, the slow realization only making you stunned; you overreacted and caused a stupid scene from a misunderstanding…How embarrassing.

“Y-You’re not joking right?” You question once again, the distrust evident and Ten nods. “I promise, I am not joking.” He chuckles out, noticing how you’ve calmed down and you try to find any words; as much as you weren’t prepared for a sudden heartbreak but this? You weren’t prepared for this either! You blink several times, recollecting yourself and he smiles while leaning forward. “May I?” he says while lifting up a hand, centimeters away from being gently placed on your cheek. Flustered, you slowly nodded and he placed a hand on your face.

“What can I do just to keep you around, Y/N?”

“H-Huh?” You let out while staring at him with wide eyes, faces inches away from a kiss. Ten’s eyes observe every detail of your red face, the tears long gone and he chuckles - “I love you. I love you so damn much,” he whispers before leaning in to tenderly plant a kiss upon your lips. The emotions from the last kiss are long gone, but simply replaced with warmth; this very feeling of where you are captivated by Ten, once again. Hesitantly, you return the kiss to let him love you and seal those three words with an action filled with honesty.

Pulling away from him, “I…I have to get back to work.” You remind him, remembering the project you had regrettably procrastinated on. He looks at the easel and laughs, turning back to you - “Really?” he says and you nod your head with a small smile. “Really, Ten.” You answer back, your first love nodding his head to only pull away to your dismay. For a brief moment, Ten looks around before grabbing another stool and sitting next to yours; you watch him, confused. “I’ll stay here to keep you company~” He states, crossing his legs and you awkwardly pick up your sandwich to sit down on your stool.

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to. This is our first date~” He playfully replies with, a blush spreading across your cheeks and you laugh. “This is going to be a boring one then…” You express, wondering if Ten is willing to sit for hours until it’s finished. “Think of me as your moral support.” He suggests with a shrug, making you more relaxed in his presence. You nod your head, “Okay then no complaining to me about being bored.” You jokingly say, his laughter answering back to you while you dip your brush in the water.

Sparing one more glance to Ten, you begin to paint once again. Despite your stinging eyes from crying and sniffling occasionally, you began to focus more into the little details to finish the painting.

On the other hand, Ten sits beside you and watches how you maneuver the brush against the painting. Every precise movement creates depth into your painting, he slowly turns to look at you - your eyes intensely focused on the project at hand, he adores how passionate you are. To him, you are one of the few people who understood him the most when it comes to dancing.

The day continues on, hours passing and you finally finish up with the little details on the final layer. You turn to look at Ten, who occasionally reminds you to take a break and would sometimes help in giving you more paint; but, after an hour or so, he got quiet. You looked towards him to see him dozing off, his head hung low with his phone long forgotten in his hand; you laughed while reaching out, shaking him gently to awaken him. With a few shakes, he lifts up his head to look at you and a smile instantly appears on his face.

“Are you finished?” He asks, lifting up his arms to stretch and letting a small moan to relieve the stress straining his body. You nod while looking at the painting, “Yep.” You say proudly, your first love leaning over to look at your painting and he widely smiles. The lights above in the class made his own expression radiant. “I love it. It’s pretty like a ballerina dancing~” he compliments, the words leaving him making you laugh. The same memory being recalled by him made you realize how important that encounter was.

Thankfully, the importance of that memory was never one-sided.

You look at the painting, “Is this the part where I collapse and you panic?” you add with a bright smile of your own. Ten laughs, “No. I have something else in mind.” He said while he leaned forward, lightly bumping his head against yours. You turn to face him, his forehead instantly resting against yours - “I want a kiss.” he remarks, awaiting for your reply to his request. “I love you…” you say quietly, the very words leaving your lips causing your heart to skip a beat. Ten leaned forward to kiss you and against your lips he softly spoke, “I love you too.”

Somehow, the dream you’ve longed for from afar was finally captured. Every thought of being the shadow is diminished, as you pursue this very dream for the sake of love. He is all yours to cherish and love for a possible eternity, the fondness towards him now permanent - your very first love is now yours.

A never ending dream with you now belongs to Ten Lee.

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