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The soft rays of the early morning sun dance along Ten's heavy-lidded eyes as he gently stirs in his sleep. He blushes when he’s reminded of what transpired last night, how he ended up sleeping in Yangyang’s arms. They haven’t really had a serious "talk" about what exactly is going on between them. Immediately after he arrived after a prolonged stay in China, they were immediately thrown into group activities, and the group always came first. Whatever "this" is, Ten is glad that it’s going well and, more importantly, that Yangyang seems to be okay with it as well. Today was a long and tiresome day of practice that he could barely remember when he took a shower, and his sleepy legs took him straight into Yangyang’s room.
Now it’s early morning and a soft smile etches itself on Ten’s lips, as he watches Yangyang’s chest slowly rise and fall with every gentle breath. Ten mindlessly traces random squiggles on Yangyang’s bare chest, which the latter proudly showed off to him the moment they got some time alone, just the two of them. How can such a small frame contain all this energy? Ten asked himself, not realizing he chuckled to himself just a bit too loud and it woke Yangyang up.
"Good morning..." the younger says, turning his body to face Ten, his eyes still closed. His voice is so deep that Ten is suddenly very aware of Yangyang’s nakedness on his fingertips. He suddenly stopped what he was doing and pulled his hand away. "Why did you stop?" Yangyang asked. He’s actually enjoying the feeling of Ten’s gentle fingers tracing lines all over his chest. It's slightly ticklish, but it's bearable.
"Sorry if I woke you, baby. I think you can get more sleep before we need to head out. "
"We should both go back to sleep then. Another long day today..."
Ten merely hummed in agreement. His fingers had delved lower into Yangyang’s torso, and he contemplated teasing him, maybe biting Yangyang’s chest. Why not? He asked himself. Yangyang himself seems intent on biting him too. It’s only fair he gets to bite on his soft and warm skin... Ten finds his thoughts drifting into places he’d rather not give attention to. He quickly shifts his finger to Yangyang’s left shoulder, carefully noting the visible scar that he has right at the joint. He lingers on it long enough for the other boy to notice. "I’m thankful that I have that scar, you know..." he starts.
"That’s an odd thing to say..." Ten says, but he knows how meaningful it is for Yangyang. "Thanks to this scar and the surgery, I’m actually here." he replies, still in his groggy voice, and he means it. Ten’s fingers traveled down Yangyang’s arm, then to his chest, then to his belly, all while carefully noting the muscles he had gained over the months.
"I haven’t seen this before." Ten says, trying to keep his mind off the thoughts he had just now. "My scar? You definitely have seen that before. " Yangyang replied, almost nonchalantly. He’s sure he has talked about the scar on his belly with the other members before.
"No, I'm serious, I’ve never really noticed this before." Ten traces his fingers on the barely-visible scar. It was about 3 inches above his belly button.
"So you’re saying you haven’t really checked out my body before, ge" Ten poked him in the ribs for that, which made Yangyang yelp a bit and break the tension in the air. "Just some surgery I had before becoming a trainee." "Did it hurt?" Ten traces it once before putting his whole palm on Yangyang’s torso. For some reason, his skin felt cold, and Yangyang audibly sighed at the pleasant feeling of having something warm on him. "I can barely remember it, I was under anesthesia... wait, ge?" Yangyang replied.
His eyes suddenly opened wide when he felt Ten shift and lean over to him. The next thing he felt were lips grazing his shoulder, Ten’s lips. Ten was peppering kisses on his scar, gliding softly down his arm, slowly moving to the middle of his chest and then to the scar in his belly.
Any other time of the day, they both would’ve cringed at the act, but the leftover emotions seemed to have effervesced and all of this just seemed right. Ten's hand was gentle yet firm on Yangyang's hip, as he softly speckled kisses on his skin. Yangyang could feel Ten's warm breath wherever his lips touched him. Ten doesn’t even know why he did that; his body acted before he could comprehend what he was actually doing. Nevertheless, he left one particular wet kiss on Yangyang’s belly, to which Yangyang couldn’t help but give him an audible moan.
Ten immediately sat up, and before Yangyang could give any retort, he placed his fingers on Yangyang’s lips. "Later, we’ll talk later." he said with a sigh.
Yangyang also sat up at the seriousness of Ten’s words.
"Is it good or bad? Just tell me now. " He has no idea if that was actually a good idea, and about a hundred different scenarios have already played themselves out inside Yangyang's sleepy brain. He was satisfied with what they had, whatever it was. Or at least that's what he tells himself every time he feels himself wanting to ask Ten for something more.
Ten just chuckled as he stood up from the bed and retrieved his shirt from Yangyang’s chair, where he had haphazardly left it. He knew it was bad form, and he should take the entire thing seriously, but Yangyang looked so serious just now, and it made him feel all sorts of emotions.
"It’s good, very good." he said with a smile, and before Yangyang could coax him to just blurt it out then and there, Ten willed himself to kiss the other boy on the cheek so fast it barely registered in his brain, and then hurriedly left the room.