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Sometimes Ten thinks he can’t be any more in love than he is right now. In love with his life, with his adorable pets, with his friends, with Kun. The last part is still new to him though, like, if two years ago someone would tell him he’d be so much in love with Qian Kun, Ten would probably laugh.
It’s Qian Kun for Christ’s sake!
Sometimes dorky, sometimes annoying, sometimes boring, and stupidly overprotective. Funny. Caring. So freaking hot, that Ten can’t take his eyes off of him. Capable of doing literally anything if he sets his mind to it (well, maybe not anything, like, he definitely can’t be as flexible as Ten or as good at basketball as Yangyang, but his determination makes up for some lack of skills).
Ten can’t tell when exactly he fell for Kun. That feeling has just crawled inside him and settled somewhere under his ribs, making him see Kun differently. Or maybe just opening his eyes.
It’s been more than a year since they got together, and Ten still can’t believe it’s been so long. He has never been in a relationship before. Well, in a serious relationship, at least. He had plenty of one-night stands, few flukes, a couple of crushes, but nothing this genuine.
In the beginning, when they just had The Talk, Kun told him that he’s in it for a long run, and he’s not interested in something quick and casual. He insisted that Ten would think about it for some time before answering anything, and Ten was irritated at first, but then he kinda got the point.
He was in a club with Jongin, Taeyong, and Mark, celebrating something. It was a couple of weeks after The Talk with Kun. And he was kind of tempted to kiss Mark because they were so close on the dance floor, and Mark’s body rolls were so hot and exciting, and, well, they are friends and they could have explored their mutual attraction a little further…
And then he remembered how it was when Kun kissed him. It was their first kiss, and it was Kun who made a move, and his lips were soft and confident, and hot, and the movements of his tongue made something inside of Ten flutter. Like fucking butterflies.
That night he came home at around dawn, disgustingly sober and very much confident of what he wants to do next.
He still remembers how surprised Kun looked, sitting at the couch in their living room, all crawled into a small ball. He raised his head and when their eyes met, the look that Kun had… Ten knew he doesn’t want anyone and anything else.
That morning they made out on the couch, kissing passionately, touching each other, Ten straddled Kun’s thighs, rubbed at his crotch, and licked hot moans from Kun’s lips.
It’s funny, how easy it was to make a choice, to make a commitment, and follow it. Ten has never thought this kind of thing is for him, like, being a couple with someone, being so in love, feeling the desire to care for someone so deeply.
And Kun… He was just right for him. It’s like he knew what exactly Ten needed even when Ten himself didn’t know that. When Ten was exhausted after endless nights of practicing Kun made him delicious breakfast in bed, run a hot bath for him, and after a fast wonderful blowjob tucked him under the blanket. When Ten was angry at himself, frustrated, or just lost, Kun made sure to distract him or made him feel needed and irreplaceable. When Ten felt like he needed mind-blowing sex... well, Kun was more than amazing at that, actually.
Now, when WayV moved to a new dorm, when they have their careers flourishing, when they have their pets and their side-projects, Ten is happy.
It’s not that they don’t have any problems, oh, they have plenty. They fight with the studio about some stuff, they bicker with each other, they work too hard. But it’s okay, Ten thinks, because they have each other.
After visiting a pet shelter for their show, Ten feels weird. Not in a bad way, just… weird. Like he’s missing something and can’t put his finger on it. He’s observing Kun, being so caring and attentive to the pets, and feels something tightens in his stomach.
When they are home, Ten sits on his bed, scratching Leon’s head absently, and raises his head when Kun enters his room. He’s just showered and his skin is glistening with traces of water, his hair is curly and he looks perfect.
“Hey. You okay? You looked a bit out of it on our way back,” Kun smiles softly and sits close to Ten, touching his cheek gently, “do you want to adopt one more cute kitten? Or maybe a puppy? That can be arranged, you know.”
Ten catches his gaze and says before even thinking about it.
“Do you think we ever would be able to have a family? Like, a real one. With a home, children, and pets.”
Kun looks at him with his eyes wide and shocked and then laughs quietly, shaking his head and pulling Ten closer to himself, kissing him long and deep. Ten answers, meeting Kun’s lips and tongue, wrapping his arms around Kun’s wet shoulders, crawling at his laps. He feels flashes of embarrassment. He has no idea what got into him. It’s not like he’s anywhere ready to have a real family, but he just wants to know that it is possible for him. For them.
Kun pulls away a little, caressing Ten’s hair softly, and nods firmly.
“I’m sure it is. I mean, look at us. We manage to have our idol careers, raise three pets, and like five children. It’s like a training camp for the future. After caring for drunk Yangyang last December I think I can handle a child.” Kun laughs again and Ten can’t help but smile too.
“Ah, yes, that night when he got so drunk that he…”
“Please, stop before I relive it all over again!” Kun leans closer and kisses Ten again. And again. And again.
Ten moans, moving his hips, rubbing at Kun, pressing closer. Kun is right, after all, it’s not like they won’t ever have a chance of having a family. They will. But not now, not in a close future, and it’s fine. They already have a family, their pets, and the guys. It is real.
“What the actual fuck! Ten! We agreed to go make some fishtanks! Why can’t you learn how to close the doors, fuck!” Yangyang‘s yell sounds high-pitched and annoyed, and Kun smiles right at Ten’s lips, kissing him again before helping him move from his lap.
“See. That’s what I’m talking about. We already have a baby.”
Yangyang rolls his eyes and Ten laughs, feeling himself right where he wants to be.