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The last message that he got from Ten was something along the lines of: I’m busy with my life so don’t text me anymore. Kun had withstand much cruder, meaner things being thrown at him but those words from Ten were unexpectedly strong, like an old vodka that Kun thought he had grown used to. Turns out he’s not, and the bitter taste on his tongue packs an invisible punch to his stomach.
“Are you okay?” Guanheng asked him when they were loading up their belongings to the back of Kun’s sedan. Chenle and Yangyang are animatedly debating something in the background, pulling him back out of his thoughts.
He presses his lips into a straight line, contemplating whether he should dump his emotional mess onto Guanheng or bottle them up until he explodes later. Maybe on the stage, when he gives Doyoung and Taeyong his precious speech that had Kun pulling his hair out on endless nights.
That should be a good time to shed some tears.
“I’m fine, slept a little late yesterday.” was his reply and Guanheng didn’t question him anymore. He joins the chattering two while Kun goes to check his car trunk, then circles back to climb in his driver seat. Yangyang is usually the know-it-all guy and his expression wouldn’t escape the younger’s eyes, but he’s currently so engrossed in his basketball match on his phone that Kun should be able to survive the next two hours.
He checks his watch one last time, it’s still early in Ten’s hour and he probably won’t send any message while Kun’s driving - oh, who is he kidding, they’re supposedly having a fight or something. Not like a lover’s quarrel but it stings, nonetheless.
“Everyone ready?”
Guanheng and Chenle cheer in unison while Yangyang gives him a low hum (good enough) and they’re off to Busan. It’s their first gig away from town but there’s not much to worry: he’s got his speech ready, instruments double-checked, bandmates strapped in his back seat. Kun should be fine, if his overthinking tendency doesn’t get over him first.
The thing about Ten is that he’ll always get Kun to overthink, even over the smallest things, and it still puzzles Kun to this day how they managed to stick together throughout the ever-changing, full-of-surprise moods that Ten showed him. It would be a lie if he said he’s not annoyed by Ten before, unapologetically admitting it in front of said person even - Kun never really regrets meeting him.
He’s just a lot to handle.
“What are you thinking about?” Ten had asked him as they were sitting together in the ferris wheel cabin, looking out to the multicolored sky of Lotte World. “Regretting this already?”
“Nah.” Kun retrieves his gaze, trying not to sound too breathy. “Just wondering if we did the right thing.”
“What, are you doubting my matchmaking abilities? This is like, the greatest match of all time!” Ten retorted, gradually scooting further in Kun’s direction on the tiny bench of the cabin and suddenly his space was engulfed by Ten - lavender and herbal scented and a little sweet, like the chocolate churros he had earlier.
“I don’t know, I think Doyoung is acting stupid most of the time today.” The distance between them was decreasing rapidly as the ferris wheel continued its rotation, spinning his head in a clockwise motion until his vision zeroed in on Ten. Just Ten, sitting in front of him, his eyes glossy like the stars dotted in the sky.
Everything is dizzying.
“Isn’t that what falling in love makes you?” Ten asked, almost like a whisper. His eyelashes fanned lightly on his cheeks as he blinked at Kun, his lips curved a little at the end. “Being stupid and all.”
The overthinking could not be stopped: with Ten’s gentle touches on his elbow, the steady breathing as they looked at each other without a sound, the blooming fireworks in the background. Kun knew he was the stupidest at that moment because he did not lean down to kiss Ten.
♬
“It’s my wedding, don’t scowl like you’re going to a funeral.” Doyoung knocks against his shoulders, startling Kun a little as he folds his upper body forward. The lines on his forehead disappear for a moment, his breathing steadies again.
He looks over at his friend, casually dressed in an oversized t-shirt and looking nothing like he’s going to be a groom in an hour or so. He reminds Kun of their early college days, skipping class occasionally just to go sit and watch the day pass.
“Sorry.” Kun mutters, straightening himself before taking a sip of the Americano that Doyoung had bought for him beforehand. He even prepared drinks for his bandmates although Kun told him not to.
“Anything I should be worried about?” Doyoung glances at his friend, a small smile forming on his lips so as not to sound too worried. Worrying wouldn’t look good for the groom, and Kun hates to be the one causing that.
He turns to his right, observing Doyoung’s expression for a second. It’s a turmoil in his mind, the dreadful what-ifs poison his thoughts before he could open his mouth to dump his emotions onto his friend. That shouldn’t be right, not on his wedding day, when he should focus on his own happiness no matter what.
“I can hear your brain working from here.” Doyoung chuckles. He settles his Starbucks cup on the bench before turning to look ahead of them, where the weak rays of sunset are starting to spray into the sky. Busan’s weather is especially welcoming for them today.
His friend continues, “I can see where Ten’s frustration is coming from.”
Kun flinches at the name.
“You guys talked?”
“Oh, come on, it's my wedding. The bastard cannot come then he could’ve at least called.”
That seems right. Ten is a busy man, flying literally across the world for his job in a span of hours is his thing but he would never forget special occasions like this. The thought irritates Kun further because it’s also the sole reason they’re currently not on speaking terms.
“That’s nice of him.” The sentence escapes him before Kun could stop himself. Of course Doyoung doesn’t let that slide.
“Yeah, he also said something about you being a dense little piece of shit.” His friend adds, his eyebrows cocked slightly.
“You just wanna hear me rant.”
“Oh, yes please, Kun.” Doyoung laughs. “I’m feeling generous today.”
Venting out feels great - that Kun will never learn - but the relief following does not last long, because his overthinking tendency comes rolling around like a pendulum. He twists his hands into a ball, trying to ignore the nasty guilt building up in his stomach.
“I shouldn’t have said it, right? I shouldn’t have blamed him just because he’s following his dreams - Gosh!” Kun exclaims, facepalming. “I sounded like a whiny kid.”
“Kun, come on.” Doyoung puts a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulders, putting him in place. “Kun! Calm down.” He couldn’t help chuckling a little.
That’s the problem with venting: Kun feels relieved for a moment but then his senses come back to him and all of the guilt, the jealousy - the bad stuffs - will dawn on him like a cold shower.
The upside of this whole conversation, though, is always Doyoung. Doyoung had been his friend since his fresh days of university, new to the language and the people altogether. He’s guided Kun through all of his troubles, listened to his problems with the kindest eyes and proved to be one of the most trustworthy people Kun can rely on. Which is also why Kun cannot bear to dump his emotions onto Doyoung today out of all days, yet it’s therapeutic nonetheless.
“You know I will side with you no matter what.” Doyoung reminds him, his hand circling Kun’s wrist as Kun nods slowly. That’s what he wanted to hear.
His friend continues, voice soothing. “You’ve been friends with Ten more than I did, so I have no grounds to accuse him or you of being the bad guy here. I just think,” He pauses, voice measured. “You remind me of myself, when I started dating Taeyong.”
“You must be kidding me.”
Doyoung laughs in his signature baritone melody, enduring Kun’s playful hits on his shoulders.
“You were like a literal idiot, Doyoung, remember that time you missed your Bio deadline because you were obsessed with texting Taeyong over the entire weekend.” Kun starts, the scowl returns to his face because the comparison doesn’t make sense to him at all.
When Doyoung was busy kissing Taeyong in the ferris wheel, Kun could only watch the stars in Ten’s eyes as he looked at the fireworks. When Kun was agonizing over Ten’s cryptid wink, Doyoung gave Taeyong couple rings to brag about all over his SNS. And everytime Ten showed up with new lovers, Kun pressed down the cotton in his throat as he painted a smile on his face. It’s not the same.
“We’re not the same.” Kun voices, a little hoarse. “I don’t think we’ll ever be.”
The sky is beautiful, regardless of his shattered heart, and for that Kun is grateful he doesn’t have to look at the mess inside himself. Beside him, Doyoung huffs a sigh. He scoots closer and envelops Kun in a side hug, awkward yet warm.
They stay silent for a while, watching the sky bleeding into a gradient of blue and red, but not completely sunk in darkness. It should be time to get up soon, Doyoung’s groom waiting for him to dress up and greet their guests, and Kun should go back to his routine of a wedding singer. But for one last second, he dwells in his sadness and becomes true with himself: he’s heartbroken, truly, because of Ten.
“You’re such a stubborn person, you know that?” Doyoung smiles. He can’t see it, but it’s probably a mix of sadness and fondness. Kun hums.
“Is that your words or Ten’s?”
“I think me and Ten can agree on that opinion.” His friend replies, chuckling. “I’m not gonna preach today, Kun, not on my wedding day. But, as a good friend that I am, I think you guys need to talk properly. That sexual tension doesn’t look good on you.”
Doyoung earns a punch to his arm, but thankfully Kun doesn’t have any plan to kill the groom today.
♬
Kun has decided throughout his one-hour performance on stage that being the cocky one is not gonna be beneficial for any of them in this conversation. And as soon as he can gauge Ten back into talking terms, he can solve his turmoil of a heartbreak as soon as possible. He might even be able to move on quickly with some handsome guys in this dancing crowd, get responsibly drunk and happy for the grooms’ sake and then drive back home in shame the next morning. All good plans.
Chenle and the rest are covering for his part as he sneaks away for a bathroom break, his phone that had been on silent comes to life as Kun frowns in realization. Ten should be up by now, his schedule is “tight as hell” as described in one of their last messages and “it’s a waste of time” to spend on somebody as stubborn as Kun.
“Are you up?” He texted.
Okay, not the time to dwell on the past. Kun is here to move onto the future, where he will free himself from this stupid crush on his own bestfriend. The one who had stayed by his side for so long that it feels empty not to have him back in his heart.
“up.” It was short and emotionless from Ten, but a good sign.
Kun fiddles with his phone, cooking up a cohesive sentence that doesn’t come up too mean or desparate. How does one explain to their best friend that he’s in love with them, but also not actually asking for any reciprocation in return but a simple “I understand, thank you.” and then moves on with his life?
It shouldn’t be that complicated, Kun has the words on the tip of his fingers, but he‘s scared to say the least.
“I’m at the wedding.” He types, and then adds. “What are you doing?”
The three dots toggles for a while, dancing and then disappearing. God knows Ten is always taking his time, his movements slow and relaxed, but Kun is walking on thin ice here. He feels the back of his head ache with anxiety while the fading music calling him back on stage. Chenle promised to finish his part as long as Kun lets him go back to talk with his new found friend - Jisung - and Kun doesn’t have the heart to make one more person worry for him tonight.
“work. I’m kinda busy.” Ten replies, “send my love to the grooms.”
Being a workaholic is fine, Kun understands that, but being a dismissive little shit is not. And that’s what Ten is acting as, pushing Kun away from whatever struggle he is having like it’s not obvious at all. They have been friends for almost a decade, god, and Ten thinks Kun wouldn’t see the difference in his attitude, even slightly?
This exact attitude is what drove him off the walls and hence The Fight™️, but Kun is not willing to scrape his efforts into the trashcan to go back to round one. He’s adamant they settle something out - relationship-wise, emotion-wise - just something, so he can pluck the uneasiness out of his mind.
“Ten, I know you have a lot of work but please hear me out, just this time.” Kun starts. Even if Ten leaves his messages on read, he would still consider it a success. “I don’t want us to fight like this. I’m sorry if I overreacted because you chose work over friends but that’s fine, it’s your life! I get it, I do. I just wish you would let me help you.”
Ten’s icon still lights up, reading every one of his messages but no reply. Kun takes it as the cue to continue.
“You used to tell me everything, Ten, but I guess things changed. I don’t blame you, because there are things that I’ve kept from you too. I’m not proud of it because it makes me greedy and petty when I’m around you, and you’re just so GOSH you’re so annoying. You make me feel seen and understood but then you just kick me away.”
Kun pauses for a moment to collect himself. He’s not even drunk but this feels like blowing up an ex’s phone out of spite.
“I don’t get you, Ten, but that doesn’t make me hate you. I can’t. I just like you too much.” He exhales, a heavy burden lifted off his chest.
“I don’t hope for your pity or anything, just know that I will always be here for you. Don’t push me away.”
His last messages are left unread, but Kun spares no mind to it as he hurries back on stage.
The night bubbles like champagne as Kun monitors the crowd from the stage, a weird bittersweet lingers on his tongue although he hasn’t had a drop of alcohol yet. Not when he’s working, but after his special song to the grooms he might get wasted just to clear his head out.
He spots Chenle, his favorite cousin, on the dance floor with Jisung, wiggling his way into the crowd as his new friend smiles widely. Ah, young love, he admires secretly how carefree they can be, how things can stem simply from encounters like this.
Would things be different for Ten and him if they met somewhere else? A library, a bar - would it be better for falling in love than just a casual friendship budding from a shared orientation session during freshman year? Was it their friendship that accumulated into Kun’s own self-destructive emotions?
It’s a beautiful night,
Looking for something dumb to do.
Hey babe, I think I wanna marry you.
The cheering from the crowd brings him back to reality. Doyoung is dragging Taeyong by the waist onto the dance floor, sweat-slicked hair and reddened skin as they sway around each other, earning more applause from their friends and families while Yangyang flaunts his solo guitar highlight.
It’s so perfect that the envy from Kun’s inner thoughts spills out of him as he watches the couple end the song with a kiss, Doyoung bounces slightly on his feet as his groom smiles endearingly.
Kun’s envy must have blinded his vision then because amidst the crowd, he sees Ten, blurry under the yellow light like a hologram. It’s unmistakably him - comfy sweats and a beanie, a loose smile tugged on his lips - although unfortunately not real because the great world renowned fashion designer Ten would not attend his friends’ wedding dressed like a hobo. Kun just misses him so much, like how he warned himself not to, but his heart doesn’t (never) listen.
He signals for his bandmates to prepare for their last song, then dives into the sea of people to fetch his duet partner, Chenle. This song he picked is a personal favorite; the first time he listened to it he knew it would be the one he plays at his wedding. He would watch the love of his life stare back at him with teary eyes as he belts out Honne, luckily not Jay Chou because he still has an element of surprise in him, and then maybe they will share a sweet kiss while the crowd give them a big round of applause.
”It’s been a real pleasure to perform for my favorite couple of all times tonight, sorry Johnny.” He points at a couple standing a few meters from the grooms, who then throw middle fingers back at him in laughter. Being on stage relaxes him, the gnawing worry of what his phone messages might bring shoved back into the deepest corner of his mind. This moment, Kun is doing it for his friends, for himself.
“To Doyoung and Taeyong, my best friends since the first days I’d set foot in Seoul, who had been the best support system I could ever ask for, may I gift you this last song as a good luck charm to more days spent together.”
He pauses for a moment.
“I also want to dedicate this song to a friend of mine who couldn’t make it here today.” Kun flashes that smile again, nostalgic and fond. He can’t help it, he misses him so much. He lets his heart do all the talking.
“To be fair, if it weren’t for him, we all wouldn’t be here today. He’s been with me since day 1, so if you can, please send your love to all of your Day-1.”
There have been moments like this, where you cannot differentiate between dream and reality and it doesn’t matter because it makes you feel good - elated, euphoric even. Kun has that moment today, right now, staring back at the one he longs to see the most, eyes stinging but not yet shed a tear. He knows it’s Ten, he’s sure now, because this holographic image has deep, bruising eye bags and thin cheeks that indicate the late nights and worrying from the past few weeks.
The past few weeks that they spent agonizing over one another.
As the last words of the song left Kun’s lips, he feels hoarse, a coursing mixture of warmth and embarrassment slithers inside his throat and he stays rooted in his place, basking in the roaring applause from the audience. Ten raises his hands to clap as well, his lips curved slightly like a victorious sign - as if he won a bargain against Kun that he is not even aware of.
“Kun ge, I think Jisung wants to take me somewhere. I’ll be back soon.” Chenle whispers into his ear, his voice is a little breathy from the excitement and relief after finishing the performance. Kun glances at him, then the boy waiting at the foot of the stage, hands clasped behind his back waiting for his cousin. Jisung seems like a good boy, and as far as he can guess they probably won’t do anything stupid on the first time meeting.
“Okay, be careful.”
The usual Kun would lose his mind over the risk of Chenle getting kidnapped or lost in the middle of a strange town, or worse, being heartbroken over some guy he knew for a few hours only. But it’s beyond the capacity of his brain right now.
He watches Jisung grab Chenle by the wrist and they quickly make their way out of the venue, heading into the night.
“That’s generous of you.” Ten appeared out of thin air and whispers into his ear, making Kun jolt up in surprise. He mentally prepared himself for this, weighing both possibility of Ten actually taking a 12-hour flight back to South Korea in time for the wedding, or Kun’s eyesight was growing senile. Either way, he takes a deep breath as Ten’s face splits into a broad smile.
A million emotions wash over him as they collide in a hug, the background noise becomes blurry while he refreshes his senses with the floral note of Ten’s favorite cologne, not to mention the airport smell that he reeks of. His best friend has indeed gotten too skinny, his waist can almost crumble if he presses further, but Kun dare not hurt him within his embrace. An eternity later, they stare back at each other with a tint of surprise and an urge to laugh out loud.
“You bastard, when did you-” Kun starts, but then his words clump in his throat. “how did you-”
“Hello to you too, mister singer. You did really well up there. Let’s go get some water for that vocal cord of yours.” Ten swiftly curves his arm around Kun’s back and leads him towards one of the vacant tables. Most of the guests are out dancing as the night progresses, the crowd seems to thin out leaving the two of them isolated among the sea of white seats and wilting flowers.
Beside him, Ten still looks like the most beautiful flower of all, with a little tint of faded blush on his cheekbones and a dab of highlighter on the bridge of his nose, no time for eyebrows so he hides them under his soft beanie. Kun wants to reach out and readjust the tuft of hair just below the hat, but refrains himself. If they were back into the old years of college, where such intimate gestures would be too cringy for them to be aware of any underlying feelings, Kun wouldn’t have to think about it. But he’s now here with his best friend who activates his overthinking tendency and his head starts to hurt all over again.
“Can you pretend you just got here and did not hear my embarrassing speech?” Kun presses his lips into a thin line, staring at the glass of water in his hands. He’s not ready to do this, not when he’s just peeled his heart bare and then watches Ten salt some more with a glowing smile.
The man beside him huffs a sigh, his shoulders goes lax as he leans back on his chair, arms crossed over his chest.
“And ignore the love declaration from Qian Kun, the most stubborn and densest man on earth? No way.” Ten smirks, menacingly. He makes Kun wanna choke him to death or kiss the smugness off of him - either way. “I got here around 8, there’s no bus from Incheon and Uber was awful so I had to call Yangyang. He has a friend who can offer me a ride but my god, the kid was hell-spawn.”
“More than Yangyang?”
“A different type from Yangyang.”
Kun nods, impressed.
“I’ll spare you the details but on my way here, a little spy told me that someone keeps talking about me, and that they have that stupid look on their face all the time.” Ten starts nudging on Kun to look at his impression of supposedly Kun himself, pouting and making kissy sounds. It’s ridiculous to look at, but Kun still laughs.
Oh, he’s down bad.
“I don’t look like that!”
“Oh was it you? I was hoping Guanheng’s in love with me.” Ten carries on, his arm quickly looping around Kun’s wrist so he cannot escape the endless teasing. “Or maybe Chenle? But the kid just eloped with a random boy so no hope for me.”
“Ten, please.”
While Ten was busy blabbering and laughing his ass off of the growing blush on Kun’s cheeks, Kun wanted to kiss him again. So he breaks away from his hold and slips his hands into Ten’s, weaving them together gently as his last resort. For the last eight years of friendship, shutting Ten up was never easy, but tonight it was surprisingly evident to see the glint in Ten’s eyes as his laughter ceases.
Did something shift? He barely did anything other than singing a song that he once thought about performing at his wedding, and well, not counting that embarrassing text he sent. Ten is more gentle, more compliant as he succumbs to the touch, brushing against Kun’s fingers as he patiently watches the other man trying to form a sentence.
“Okay, if you insist on remembering whatever I said up there.” Kun inhales. “Can I hold onto the hope that you also read my text? And also, I don’t know, reading something between the lines.”
“Kun, you know I have a knack for reading people. But you,” Ten pauses, mulling over his words. Their intertwined hands tightened for a second. “I don't know what you’re thinking. I can’t. Not until I hear your words and I don’t wanna assume anything just to keep my hopes up.”
“Your hopes up? Ten, you-”
“And I know, I did say one time that I would only date you if I was the last man on earth and drunk and probably a bit too horny, but also if you were wearing those very nice leather pants. Or when that time I said you should be happy that I’m keeping my fourth finger just in case you wanna waste your four months of salary on jewelry.”
“Ten,” Kun chuckles.
“And I travel all the time while you want a man with a stable job and we bicker over the littlest things like how you wash your socks or clean your kitchen. I don’t wanna assume, Kun! I don’t want to put my hopes up in vain.” Ten’s nails are slightly digging into Kun’s hands as he tugs and twists out of nervousness. “But I know now, you want this as much as I do.”
“You’re doing better than I did.” Kun concludes, marveling in the way Ten’s cheeks are getting rosy beyond his makeup blush. He brought their intertwined hands up to his lips and gave it a kiss, willing away the tension in his mind. Ten’s eyes are soft while watching his movements. “I think we’re on the right track.”
“Okay, so.” Ten leans in. He still has that floral smell, sweet like chocolate and something mysterious. Reminding Kun of their night at Lotte, fireworks blooming in the background.
“Confessing at someone’s wedding is probably not the best idea.” The fireworks are actually the cheerings from their friends, all gathering behind the table at the far end, looking directly at them. Some are wolf-whistling when Kun glances over.
Ten only scrunches his nose, a habit when he sees something cute like his cat Louis failing to do tricks, and now he’s kissing Kun’s knuckles.
“Yeah? Then what about that time on the ferris wheel? Or during our fourth year when I was nursing you from the terrible cold in your dorm room?” Ten asks in between kisses, eyes full of mirth yet fond. “I remember that you looked sooo in love with me.”
“I was so close but then I remembered how annoying you are.” Kun pouts, eyeing the way Ten retaliates his glare with the shyest (cutest) smile and he thinks he cannot be angry at all. “But yeah, I’m kinda in love with you.”
It’s not as grand as the Lotte world kiss like Doyoung and Taeyong had, too embarrassing to lean down on his best friend in front of so many acquaintances and loved ones who witnessed them fighting since the dawn of time. Kun doesn’t hate it, though, as he marvels at the way they slot together so well, the way Ten traces the side of his jawline with his fingers.
Fireworks blooming in his chest as Ten whispers back,
“I love you too.”
♬
“He was so dramatic.” Doyoung laughs, downing the remaining of his champagne. It’s amazing he still has his shit together despite the long night, at least the guests have mostly gone home since it’s past midnight. The venue is empty, white balloons and wilted flowers scatter the dance floor with some confetti. They should be heading back soon, Ten had to endure a long flight and should be catching one back to London anytime now, still they tried to extend their time staring at each other without giggling.
“I was just a little frustrated.” Kun retorts, the bubbles of alcohol splashes red on the curve of his ears and his neck. It’s warm where Ten holds his hands and caresses the side of his palms with his thumbs, Kun feels the most at ease.
“Well, I’m gonna make you even more frustrated.” Ten glances at the married couple across the table, then back at Kun beside him. His eyes glint in a way that sends chills down Kun’s spine - the unsettling type of feeling.
“No, what is it - Please don’t say you did something stupid like quitting your job.”
“Yes!” Ten shouts, as the same time Taeyong cracks up. He has been silent most of the time, flopped against Doyoung’s shoulders as he nurses his own hangover. Kun casts a worried glance over Taeyong, then his best friend-now-boyfriend a horrified frown.
“What?”
“I mean, heh, not really.” Ten leans closer, the grin on his face becomes wider it could hurt. “I got promoted!”
“Huh?”
“I’m moving back here! Permanently!” Across the table, Doyoung abruptly stands up from his seat and drags his groom into the bathroom. Taeyong’s face is a mixture of nausea and happiness, which is concerning but Kun cannot pay attention to anyone else. His pulse quickens beneath his skin, rumbling in his ears as he stares at Ten dumbfounded.
“What you said made me think. I was a little lost then, trying to rearrange my priorities and reaching a goal I didn’t even know what for. That job was great, not gonna lie, but I pushed away so many people just to get it.” Ten’s voice is soft, teetering on the verge of tears. Kun remains silent, urging him on. “I thought if I can get myself busy then I won’t have to look at my own feelings.”
“I guess we are both stupid like that.” Kun chuckles, taking Ten’s hands in his again. It’s balmy and cold, but he doesn’t mind.
Isn’t that what love makes you? Being stupid and all?
“Anyway I don’t have much furniture back in London so I dumped all of my stuffs at your place. Also, we’re gonna need a new couch.”
Kun leans back on his chair, amazed and annoyed, witnessing his life gradually opening up in front of him. The overthinking starts again: is Ten deciding where to stay yet? Kun can free up some space, cleaning up the guest room, getting rid of the old couch- wait.
“We?”
“You would want me to move in, wouldn’t you?”
This time, he makes sure he kisses the grin off of Ten’s face, victoriously.
♬