#nct ten fluff

[4:11 p.m.]

the sun was just setting on the horizon when you visited him. you come over frequently, as the breaks in both of your schedules line up, allowing you guys time to see each other. the apartment is empty when you first walk in and all the lights are off. you chuckle, knowing he’s in his room doing whatever he does in his free time. it’s different each time. you kick off your shoes and walk to his bedroom, where you can hear quiet music playing.

his back is turned to you when you enter, only to quickly swivel around in his chair at the sound of your entrance.

“hey, sorry for not knocking.”

“that’s alright,” ten smiles. “i knew it was you when i heard the front door open.”

he was wearing an apron, with splotches of paint scattered across the fabric. in his hand laid a palette, filled with mellow colors of blue, black, green, brown, and white.

“were you expecting me?” you ask, pulling around a chair and sitting backwards so your head leaned against the backend.

“i always do,” ten responds, a teasing quip to his tongue.

you roll your eyes at his playful mannerism. it’s amazing how fast your heart beats whenever he opens his mouth, despite how often you visit. you guess you’re not used to it yet. maybe you never will be.

you fold your arms along the rear of the chair, chin resting atop of your hands. the sky is painted pink and yellow, casting a warm shadow onto the canvas in front of ten. within the intricate lines and sketches drawn in black, a woman is displayed, painted with the most detail and color.

“she’s beautiful,” you remark. ten’s eyes follow your gaze to the drawing, and the corners of his mouths quirk up into a smile.

“she reminds me of you.”

you let out a giggle of embarrassment and hide your face in your arms. ten bites his tongue to hold his excitement in.

“what movie should we watch tonight?” you ask, choosing to disregard ten’s last flirty comment for the sake of your composure.

“i was thinking pride and prejudice,” he states after a couple of seconds. ten sets down the palette and brush in his hands and replaces the two objects with your face instead. a quiet gasp leaves your lips at the proximity of your faces. “how does that sound, my lovely elizabeth bennett?”

you bite your lip and grin at the man awaiting an answer in front of you. the heat emanating off both of your faces is enough to warm you from the evening breeze seeping in from the cracked windows in his room. touching your nose with his, you can’t contain the grin that spreads from cheek to cheek as you whisper against ten’s lips. perhaps you could get used to this feeling after all.

“that sounds like a grand idea, mr. darcy.”