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Ten wants to know what you taste like.

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　“Wanna be partners?”

　Ten had climbed over four rows of seats to get to your perch at the top of the lecture hall. Foot stuck in his ascent up the last row, Ten’s embarrassed grin spread his slim jaw impossibly wide, closed teeth holding in his simmering anxiety. It was his second time asking you, to say he was nervous would be an understatement.

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Shock (NCT Ten x You)

You were walking home from your late classes, shivering. You suddenly wished you brought a coat, as it was really cold outside. You saw a coffee shop and immediately made your way towards it.

The bell on the door jingled as you stepped in, sighing in delight as the warm air hit your cold skin and the scent of coffee flowed into your nostrils.

"Hello, would you like anything?"

You looked up to meet eyes with the most beautiful man you have ever seen. He had skin that looked like it was made of porcelain and a crooked, wide smile that made your heart skip a beat. His black hair hung in his eyes, and his chocolate eyes looked at you intensely.

"Um, can I get an americano?"

"Yes, coming right up." he hurried to the coffee bar to start making your drink. You took a seat at one of the tables and grabbed your schoolbooks out of your bag so you can study.

"Here's your coffee."

You looked up to see the man holding your coffee. You shyly took it from him and asked if you needed to pay since you had forgotten to.

"No, it's fine. I paid for it for you." He said shyly.

"Oh, thank you."

"No problem," he answered, sitting across from you.

"What are you working on?"

"Business. It's much harder than I expected."

"I can help you with it."

You looked at him in shock, then accepted his offer. The two of you worked together to finish your work. You thanked him again as you packed up your stuff and headed out.

"Whats your name?" The boy asked as you were about to exit. You whipped your head around to look at him.

"Y/N," You responded, "and you?"

"Me? I'm Ten."

how did i do? this is my first scenario. How do you guys think it turned out? thx to @cosmiclatte28 for giving me some random inspo while we were talking lmao. let me know if i should do more, because i think i did good. i hope you all like it!

no thought just sharing the same air together, sense his breath all over my face. his forehead on mine, feeling that beautiful eyelash touching my eyelid everytime he blinked. Eye to eye, getting lost.

there is no distance between us and I just wanna keep this moment forever.

"if future itself is forbidden for us, let's just talk about it forever," he said and i couldnt do anything except agree with him. If time could stop at this mean time, i will buy it with everything i had.

Housemates (Ten)

Did you expect that I’m going to write about Ten? If not, then surprise! I have a soft spot for him, and here’s my take on him being Essie’s housemate. 

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :)

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Summary: This installment is inspired by this post, and one of the scenarios mentioned is inspired by an offhand comment I made that shocked my officemate because he never knew I had green humor. Yes, I take a lot of inspiration from everywhere – myself included. 

POV: 2nd person again. 

Word count: 1,300 + words

Warning: Okay, I have to be honest here – Ten might be a bit OOC because I pegged him as someone with a sassy personality that can come sometimes across as something else if you know what I mean. I edited out some parts that imply his alleged sexuality since I don’t want to fight anyone on that. I hope you understand, and please enjoy this piece! 

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When you lived with Ten for a week, it was a hell of a ride. Or trip, whatever the kids say these days.

Most of your friends said that the two of you are a terrible combination. Both of you couldn’t stop making green jokes to the point that people wanted to shut you up.

But most of the time, it was Ten who started it. That boy had one of the dirtiest minds, and you loved that side of him because if you were completely honest with yourself, you are a freaky bitch.

“I want some meaty barbecue on a long stick,” he said while you were eating at the dining table with Johnny, Jaehyun, Mark, and Doyoung. He even invited the four men to have dinner with you, so it’s not just the two of you bitches making goo-goo eyes at each other.

You and Mark almost choked on your zucchinis with his offhand comment while Johnny raised an eyebrow at him.

“Isn’t that meaty enough? I made sure to get the meatiest meat of them all,” the Korean-American eyed the barbecue he was eating, which Jaehyun observed as well.

“But what I got isn’t as meaty as yours!” Ten whined, frowning at the barbecue stick he was almost done eating.

“Teeeeen!” You groaned, your face flushed from the innuendo of his words. He gave you a smirk in response, and you felt your cheeks heat up even more.

“How about you, Mark? Is your barbecue stick meaty?” There was no stopping Ten now that he had been told to by no less than an ally.

The younger guy observed his stick and shrugged. “Just the right meatiness, I guess?” He said before taking a bite.

“Ah, that must taste good,” the Thai commented loud enough for you – and only you – to hear.

You kicked him under the table, and he returned it. “Damn bitch, slow down! I don’t want to die laughing because of your meaty barbecue,” you muttered.

He just laughed at your reaction as he got another barbecue stick to eat.

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“What do you mean we can’t have fruits?!” You grumbled, still browsing the fridge for something to eat. Ten’s fridge was close to being bare, and he almost screeched at you for suggesting to have apples in his chiller.

“Girl, you should know by now that I hate fruits. Like, seriously.” He assumed a serious pose in front of you, hands folded in front of his chest.

“That’s a weird fear to have, but okay? So you fear even bananas then?” You closed the fridge and copied his position.

“If that’s a banana that isn’t yellow and green and comes in different sizes, then yes.”

“Is there any other banana that’s not yellow and green?”

He gave you a wink, and shame on you that you didn’t get what he meant right away.

“You are such a horny bastard, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul.”

Ten cackled at your response before he dragged you with him to the living room.

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You pulled an all-nighter at Ten’s and was ready to call it a night (well, what else would you call it?).

However, the Thai stunner had other plans as he played some upbeat Top 40 song. “Girl, let’s have a dance battle! Whoever dances the most gets to skip all household chores!”

It was your third day staying in his place, and you have been assigned some chores by the host himself. To make your stay more fun and challenging, he decided to hold a dance battle at four in the morning.

“Chittaphon!” You groaned, but in the end, you were dancing along to the choreography of a Latin trap song with no effort at all.

In the end, Ten won – he knew all of the choreographies of each song. Of course, he would win – he set up the game for him to do so.

“You put me in a trap!” You shook him by the shoulders, and he was laughing at how much of a sore loser you were.

“Of course, dear! You’re in my court, so I get to make the rules here. So…” he looked around the apartment for something you can do for him, “please take out the trash.”

“I’ll get you for this, Chittaphoooon!” You swore, raising your fist in the air in annoyance. As always, Ten giggled at your amusing reaction.

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In another similar moment, Ten disturbed you in the wee hours of the morning for something.

At first, he woke you at 2:45 a.m. asking for a phone charger. “But wait, isn’t your phone an Android one?” You asked, halting the search for your charger in your bag.

He looked at the socket of his phone and smiled sheepishly. “Oh yeah, it is. And you have an Apple charger, right?”

You nodded, and he laughed awkwardly, embarrassed that he had to shake you in bed for a charger that’s not even compatible with his phone.

“But can you help me look for it then?” He used his cute voice, which made it hard for you to say no. “Damn you Ten, you owe for me this,” you grumbled as you got up from the bed, helping him find his phone charger in his apartment.

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The third time that he had to ruin your peaceful sleep was when he lost his glasses. It was almost 5 a.m., and he was whining about where he had put it.

“Essie, my sweet girl! I need my glasses! Please help me find them,” he pleaded, almost kneeling in front of you.

“Where did you last put them? Do you remember where?” You asked as you put on your slippers.

“I forgot, I’m sorry! But I really need them! I can barely see anything,” he said while holding your wrist. He led the way on the search for his glasses, his other hand free for touching any surface they come across.

“You know, I’m blind as a bat too when I don’t have my glasses on. So next time, please remember to take care of them!” You decided to lead the search instead of him since you wore yours.

“Yes, Essie noona,” he said too sweetly, making you roll your eyes. “Don’t call me that, Chittaphon. Don’t remind me I’m old.”

“But you said you’re as blind as a bat without glasses, so I presume you’re a dusty old bat with them.”

“Chittaphoooon!”

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When you and Ten stepped out of the house for some shopping, you were a bit annoyed that he relegated you to be his photographer.

“At least you’re not the one carrying these bags, girl,” he huffed, raising the paper bags that he carried in one hand. “Just take photos of me, and I’ll carry your bags in return.”

“Whatever you say, bitch. Now, can you please fix your pose?” You directed him to lean toward the column and give his best Greek sculpture pose.

Once he did, you took multiple snaps. “Yes, yes…work it, uh-huh…that’s fabulous!” Your comments were honey to his ears – he loved getting complimented for his modeling.

“Can I look at my pics?” You handed him his phone back and scrutinized the shots you took. “Oh my, I look gorgeous,” he gushed, sliding through each photo with a smile on his face. “Let’s look for another location at this mall.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment but grinned anyway. You were flattered that he loved your photos. Maybe you should get back into photography, so you and Johnny can bond more through the hobby.

After all, things were looking peachy for the both of you. It seems there is a possibility that you can take your friendship a bit further, but of course, Ten has to know if you and Johnny end up together.

Ah, such feelings complicate friendships, but that shouldn’t ruin them completely. You hoped that Ten would still be okay with you if you admitted that you had a crush one of his closest friends.

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FIN

[4:21 pm]

best friend!ten laughs at another one of your stupid jokes, pitching in his own funny comment that makes you laugh.

it’s been a while since the two of you felt this peaceful. you’re sitting on chairs on his balcony, your feet on his chair and his feet on your chair as you talk with music humming from ten’s phone. ten stretches with a grunt and tries to rest his legs on top of yours. ten’s legs are scratchy because he’s wearing shorts and he hasn’t shaved for at least a week, and you pull your legs away with a laugh and shove. ten grins playfully and places his scratchy legs over yours again.

you roll your eyes, but let him rest his legs on yours. you close your eyes and take a deep breath of the chilly evening air. everything is so perfect. the sun is setting, and the balcony displays a beautiful orange-pink view of the sky; the breeze returns every few moments to run its fingers through your hair; and ten is here, right in front of you.

“what are you thinking about?” ten says, snapping you out of your daze. you open your eyes to see ten taking a deep breath and closing his eyes - in imitation of you. his pretty lips curve into his cheeks as he relaxes into the chair.

“nothing,” you smile. ten’s eyes are closed for only a few moments, but that’s more than enough time for you to stare. you realize he looks perfect, too, even with his unshaved legs, circle glasses, oversized t-shirt, and messy hair.

“you were thinking about me,” ten teases. ten always teases his friends with his pretend narcissistic persona. you’d usually laugh and go along with it, knowing that sometimes it was good to give your best friend an ego boost - he really did need it sometimes. but today, you can’t seem to bring yourself to joke about it.

“i was,” you say. maybe it’s the perfect orange-pink sunset, or the perfect breeze, or the perfect scenario of ten being right in front of you - but something in the air just seems to tell you nothing can go wrong on such a perfect day.

ten smiles nervously. he’s a bit thrown back by your answer. you usually agree, as you did just now, but it’s always followed by a laugh, a giggle, a shove, or a mix of the three. this time, your pretty eyes are dead serious as they meet his. he forces a small laugh that he hopes sounds natural. “i bet,” he grins. he hopes his cheeks aren’t actually red, because they feel like they’re flaming.

“i was,” you repeat, with a shy smile - or maybe it’s his imagination. “were you thinking about me?” as soon as you finish the sentence, you avert your eyes, cheeks suddenly flaming. “shit. forget it.” what a fucking idiot move. why did you say that? you just threw away ten years of friendship for a stupid impulse. “it was a j-“

“yes,” ten blurts. he hopes you can’t feel his pulse through his legs that still rest on yours. his cheeks are blushing a bright red, and his brown eyes dart between your eyes and the balcony floor. “i was, um, thinking about you.”

you sharply inhale in surprise, and your heart threatens to jump out of your chest. neither of you say a word, but the words hang there in the orange-pink evening sky, hang there between your eyes that stare into his pretty brown ones and his eyes that stare into yours. after moments that feel like forever, you laugh and lean forward to entwine your fingers with his, planting a small kiss on the back of his palm.

ten blushes and does the same to your hand, the pretty smile you love lingering on his lips that feel warm on your skin. “i think i love you.”