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Ten sighs, leaning back in his chair as he finally finishes organizing the towering stack of documents on his desk. He mentally runs through his packing list while getting up to head to the cafeteria and prepare his seventh dose of coffee for the day.
Underwear, sexy outfits, and boring office suits. He had been looking forward to this trip all month, and even though it was technically for work, he knew he’d make the most of the beautiful Parisian city waiting for him—luxurious resorts, romantic historic buildings, the whole dream. He was treating this as a well-deserved mini vacation. Of course he was.
His thoughts are interrupted by Johnny’s chocolate-scented cologne as he walks into the cafeteria with a smile. Leaning against the counter, he rests his hips against the edge while placing his mug under the coffee machine.
"Ready for the long conferences and all the stuck-up people in France?" he asks, grabbing the younger man's attention. Ten sighs, completely forgetting his mental checklist.
"I'm not planning on being bored, Suh," Ten huffs, taking a sip of his familiar espresso. "Let's just say I'm treating it like a short vacation. I won't let paperwork and interviews ruin my peace." He shrugs, and Johnny chuckles softly.
"Knew it. You're going to flirt with Parisians," Johnny says, letting his eyes subtly roam over Ten’s slender frame, wrapped in thick office fabrics, before quickly looking away. "Can’t blame you—you’ve got the charm for it."
"Of course I do," Ten replies proudly, lifting his chin in mock arrogance. "I'm making the most of every break—exploring Paris, drinking expensive wine. I saved up all last year for this."
"Don’t leave me behind, I want to explore Paris with you," the oldest smiles, taking a sip of his coffee. Ten looks at him with a wide grin, pleased to have company in a foreign country, though he won’t admit that he feels a little self-conscious about wandering alone. After all, beneath all that pride and arrogance, there's a small, anxious flutter that would turn him into a nervous wreck in the face of the raw French language.
"Of course. I need a bodyguard to protect me from those harsh French stares," Ten jokes, setting his mug down on the counter. Johnny feels a warmth spreading across his cheeks and sweat gathering in the palm of his hands, praying it's just from the heat of the mug and not his feelings blooming like a spring garden. "I’ll have to help you pick out a souvenir for your girlfriend, you’re terrible at that," Ten adds with a teasing tone, not noticing the smile fading from Johnny's full lips as he clears his throat.
"Ah… About that…" the oldest begins, feeling slightly disappointed. But any words Johnny might have wanted to say are cut off as Jaehyun leans halfway through the door, the fine smile that turns his eyes into two curved lines under his wide gray glasses interrupting them. Johnny forces himself to swallow the sigh caught in his throat.
"Ten hyung. Can you help me with some documents?" Jaehyun asks, his voice calm yet urgent.
Ten chuckles softly and nods, watching Jaehyun leave.
"Well, I should help that guy... A month at the company and he still can’t sort documents," Ten says, straightening up as he sets his empty mug on the counter. "See you tomorrow at the airport?"
"Sure." The short word comes out dry between his lips, but he forces a smile and nods as he watches Ten walk away. Once he's alone, Johnny lets out a long exhale, as if he'd been holding his breath for a century. He rubs his face with both hands, feeling irritated and exhausted, then sets his mug next to Ten’s and prepares to wrap up his shift.
"I don’t get how he can be so calm... If I ate all that, I'd be throwing up on the plane," Yuta says, eyeing Ten from a distance as he sits at a small table, quickly eating a cheap airport meal. Johnny laughs, crossing his arms as he turns his gaze toward him.
"You're just jealous that Tennie isn't scared of flying," Johnny says with a teasing tone. Yuta turns his face toward him, shaking his long black hair as he narrows his eyes.
"Tennie? You have nicknames for the assistants?" Yuta raises an eyebrow suddenly, making Johnny look away.
"What? Of course not," he clears his throat and adjusts himself in his seat. "I was just saying..."
"John Suh, don’t think I haven’t noticed how you look at Lee since he was moved to our department. I can tell you’re eyeing him every time he walks past your desk," he laughs quietly, giving him a suspicious look.
"What? I don't..." he tries to say but gives up under Yuta's intense gaze, sighing as he turns his attention back to Ten. "Why does everyone seem to notice except him?" he says, watching the younger man’s every move. Yuta scoffs, eyeing him up and down.
"Maybe because you come off as a damn straight guy? Or maybe because you have a girlfriend? Or maybe because you're terrible at flirting? Or—"
"Alright, alright, I get it..." Johnny rolls his eyes, looking away.
"Maybe you should take advantage of your position, you know, get closer to him and—"
"No, that’s not gonna work, I’ll look like a damn creep," he complains, almost offended. "Do you know how many times I asked him to make me coffee just to get his attention? Taemin from finance asked me if I was intimidating him," he says, embarrassed, only causing a loud burst of laughter from the Japanese man.
"Oh god, you really suck at flirting," the chain of loud, obnoxious laughter continues as Yuta stands up, adjusting his black shirt. "Maybe you should just give up before that guy reports you for workplace harassment."
Johnny rolls his eyes, feeling irritated by the Japanese man's mocking tone.
"What a friend..." Yuta shrugs, saying he's heading to the bathroom before disappearing, leaving Johnny alone and confused, sitting in the airport waiting area. Almost instinctively, his gaze returns to Ten, who has finished his meal and is now sipping on a soda while checking his phone.
Johnny's eyes scan his form, stopping at the shape of his body arched strikingly over the chair, his legs playing under the table and his lips sucking on the straw of his glass. His tongue wets his lips out of inertia and is suddenly interrupted by the vibration of his phone in his pocket, he gasps quietly feeling the ghostly trace of the vibration causing heat in his crotch.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket, feeling slightly frustrated by the sudden interruption. His cheeks heat up violently as he reads the message standing out in his notifications.
"Tell me the truth, do I look sexy?"
Johnny has to reread the message a few more times to make sure he didn’t misread it. He swallows hard and starts typing a response—one that he quickly deletes and rewrites, now feeling uncertain after Yuta's blunt confession about his terrible flirting skills.
He finally settles on a decent response, biting the inside of his lip. He doesn’t even dare to look in Ten’s direction.
"Being honest? Yeah, you look fucking sexy sitting there."
Just as he's about to hit send, another chat bubble pops up, and all his confidence crumbles. He can almost feel a giant storm cloud forming over his head.
"Shit, sorry, wrong chat… hehe."
Johnny reads the message and immediately lifts his head, looking in Ten’s direction—only to find him hiding his face in his hands, clearly embarrassed.
Disappointment crashes over him as the realization sinks in—Ten had meant to send that message to someone else, probably after sending them a picture of himself. The thought makes insecurity creep in, hitting his ego with enough force to knock him down and make him want to give up.
"Don't worry. I won’t say a word about it," he texts back, slipping his phone into his pocket. He sighs, silently thanking the universe as a female voice announces the upcoming departure of their flight.
Just when he thought he could take a break from his ridiculous attempts at flirting, he mentally smacks himself as the slender boy settles into the seat right next to him.
Ten looks up, and the moment their eyes meet, his face pales. He quickly looks away, suddenly nervous.
He feels a nervous twist in his stomach and thinks of a thousand ways he might be able to swap seats with a coworker. His eyes scan the cabin for Yuta—until they land on the black-haired man sprawled out, looking half-dead with a sleep mask on. Yeah, no chance he’s getting any help from his drugged-up friend.
He sighs and looks around, searching for another solution, but then his eyes meet the flight attendant’s, and he knows he’s screwed.
"I'm sorry, sir, you need to sit. We're about to take off," she says, pointing to the seat, and he feels cornered. He finally nods softly and sits down, letting out a heavy sigh.
Ten feels the heat radiating from Johnny’s body, as if they were glued together. He subtly shifts in his seat, hoping to create even the smallest amount of space between them—anything to relieve the tension building in his body.
"Uhm... Suh... About the message..." Ten starts, his throat suddenly dry, and his voice comes out in a raspy whisper that embarrasses him. Johnny clears his throat, not realizing the dry tone of his own voice until he finishes speaking.
"It’s fine. It wasn’t a big deal."
Ten falls silent and nods almost automatically, turning his gaze to the seat in front of him. He grabs his headphones and puts them on, closing his eyes. Johnny curses to himself, feeling the air grow heavy with uncomfortable tension. In that moment, he knows—it’s going to be the worst business trip of his life.
The arrival at the hotel is filled with excitement. The employees, used to the dull work atmosphere of a cramped 2x2 office, gasp in awe as they tilt their heads upward in front of the luxurious hotel located in the heart of Paris.
Johnny searches for Ten with his eyes, feeling like an idiot even for trying to find him after the message incident. His expression tightens when he spots him laughing with Jaehyun by his side.
"You're so easy to read, it's scary. Change that expression," Yuta appears in front of him, and Johnny forces himself to take a step back, blinking in surprise.
"Shit... Looks like the effects of the drugs wore off," Johnny says, dragging his luggage and walking alongside his friend toward the hotel entrance.
"Hey, they were just sleeping pills. Otherwise, I’d be crying in the arms of the guy next to me until the plane landed," Yuta says with a playful smile, carrying his bag. He glances at Johnny from the corner of his eye and bites his lip mischievously. Johnny notices and quickly shakes his head.
"Oh no, what are you up to now?"
"Nothing, just... we should go drink tonight," Yuta says, licking his lips. Johnny isn’t surprised; after all, this is his rowdy coworker who’s a big fan of alcohol.
"No way, the jet lag is killing me. I'll end up passed out in some Parisian alley," Johnny says, glancing at the receptionist who greets them with a flirtatious smile. He pulls his ID out from inside his shirt, and they begin the hotel check-in.
"Oh, come on, it'll just be a few drinks," Yuta encourages, ignoring the receptionist's flirtatious look.
Johnny rolls his eyes, knowing full well he won’t win this argument, and finally gives in.
"Fine, just a few drinks. Nothing more," Johnny says, dragging his luggage away from the reception. Yuta lets out a cheer and quickly follows him, pulling out his phone. Johnny ignores him as they wait for the elevator to take them to their designated floors.
Johnny fix the collar of his shirt while looking at himself in the large mirror. His hair is dampened with some gel to give it shape. He licks his lips, admiring his figure, fitted by leather pants and a black shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of his toned chest.
He hears a soft knock on the door to his room and heads toward it, guessing it’s Yuta. When he opens the door, he finds that he was right—Yuta is standing there, dressed in his usual rugged style, his chest nearly exposed due to his shirt being buttoned up with only three buttons.
"Shit, you're really after something specific."
"I've never slept with a French guy," Yuta says, shrugging. "Shall we go?" he asks, smiling as he checks his phone. Johnny squints, considering rejecting him, but his body craves a drink—he really needs to clear his mind with some alcohol.
"Let's go."
The stark contrast between the cool night air outside the club and the heat inside, caused by the crowd, is striking. Johnny thought they were just heading to a simple bar, but that wasn’t in the rebellious Scorpio’s plans. Yuta needed a little wildness in his life, and the idea of going to a French club was just too tempting for him.
"I’ll order..." Yuta says, leaning provocatively against the bar. Johnny notices the obvious flirting from the Japanese man as he bats his eyelashes at the bartender. "Whiskey on the rocks," Yuta adds, curving his lips when he notices the bartender's playful smile, who seems to be a few years younger than them.
"Whiskey on the rocks? That's a bit strong," the bartender comments, and Yuta's eyes sparkle.
"I like things strong," he replies with intent, and Johnny feels like he might vomit. He taps his fingers on the bar, drawing the bartender's attention and breaking the heated tension that had built up between his friend and the guy. Yuta sighs, making a slight pout.
"I'll have a double whiskey, no ice."
Yuta raises his eyebrows, turning his face toward him with a sly smile.
"Well, someone’s excited."
"More like tired. I just want to drink and clear my head," Johnny replies, and Yuta looks at him with curiosity.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Yuta asks as the bartender walks off to prepare their drinks. Johnny sighs, knowing he can't hold it in any longer and that he really needs to vent.
"Hannah and I broke up," Johnny says, capturing Yuta’s full attention, who encourages him to continue. "We were going to get engaged and all that crap, but our relationship deteriorated over the years. Maybe the spark just faded, I don’t know."
"How long ago did you notice this?" Yuta asks, accepting the drink when the bartender hands it to them, completely ignoring the bartender’s flirtatious gaze, fully focused on his friend’s venting. Johnny appreciates it. He really needed to talk to someone.
"About a year and a half...?"
"Hmm, doesn't that seem odd to you?"
"What? Odd, why?" Johnny frowns, feeling the warmth of the whiskey spread through his throat and chest as he takes a sip.
"I mean, they transferred Ten around the same time you felt that shift in your relationship. Don't you think—"
Johnny almost chokes on his drink and starts coughing, quickly setting his glass down on the bar as he wipes the liquor from his lips. Yuta watches, waiting for him to compose himself, stifling a laugh with a sip of his drink.
Alright, maybe the timing matches, maybe it matches a lot, but he knows he hasn't felt attracted to Ten since the moment he saw him. That’s impossible. He doesn’t believe in love at first sight. Wait… Did he just mentally use the word “attraction”? No, that can’t be. Not that quickly.
He scoffs and looks away, feeling a fierce heat rise to his cheeks. Does he really like Ten?
He remembers the day Ten was transferred to the South Korean office, how cheerful he looked greeting everyone in Thai. He remembers that Ten had asked for help to get used to the language, and he also remembers the coffee he left on his desk as a thank-you for the language lessons. A smile forms on his lips as he recalls the little note stuck to the coffee cup.
"Thank you, Johnny hyung, you're the best :)"
His chest tightens a bit thinking about the last time Ten called him Johnny instead of Suh. He finally sighs, feeling overwhelmed, grabs his glass of whiskey, and downs it in one go, glaring at Yuta with irritation.
"I'm screwed... I think you're right, everything's been upside down since he stepped into the company, my engagement, my job, the way I think..." he starts venting, signaling the bartender for another drink. Yuta watches him closely, noticing the desperation in his voice and actions.
Yuta sighs, closing his eyes, and rests his elbow on the bar, looking at Johnny with sympathy.
"So it's that serious, huh?" Yuta bites his lip, looking away, then clears his throat nervously. "Maybe you should talk to him, you know, maybe if you're more direct..."
“No, no, no. I don’t want to ruin it, telling him how I feel and making things awkward between us… Yesterday at the airport, he sent me a provocative message and then said it was a mistake, maybe he’s seeing someone, and I’m just meddling in his life…” Johnny sighs, taking a long sip of his whiskey. Yuta hums thoughtfully, then looks at him.
"Well, maybe you should just say it and move on. You know, tell him everything you feel and just cut it off at the root. You already know you don’t stand a chance, so what does it matter? You can’t be disappointed if he rejects you—you already know he will."
"That was... harsh..." Johnny feels trapped by his friend's blunt words, but he knows he's right. It’s the smartest thing he can do.
"Just do it, man, trust me," he says, taking a sip of his drink. Johnny nods thoughtfully—maybe he should talk to him in the morning, maybe have coffee, have a long conversation… Yeah, he’s definitely doing it.
The bartender disappears from his line of sight as he lifts his gaze from his empty glass to order another round. His friend’s loud laughter pulls him back to reality, making him turn his head—only to find the bartender standing beside him and his friend giving him a pitying smile.
"I'm afraid I have to leave you. He... you know." Yuta smiles, and Johnny nods, closing his eyes.
"Go."
He doesn’t even need to keep talking—when he turns his head again, his friend is already gone, leaving him alone at the bar with an empty glass of whiskey and his spirits at rock bottom. He takes a deep breath and looks at his phone, his eyes drifting over the short messages Ten left him.
He rubs his face in frustration, letting out a sigh. He’s an idiot for even thinking Ten would ever look at him that way. He’s just his superior at the office, and everyone knows the rumors—Ten has a strict rule about not dating coworkers. Not that he ever stood a chance anyway. He’s just a boring office worker in a boring gray suit with a boring way of living. If it weren’t for Yuta, he’d probably spend his weekends catching up on work, drowning in paperwork, and…
"Suh?" His breath catches as he forces himself to turn, hoping he won’t see the person on his mind. But luck isn’t on his side. His eyes lift toward the starry night sky before crash-landing into the dark depths of his.
"Ten..."
And the youngest smiles so sweetly it could almost be sickening. He doesn’t know if it’s the distortion caused by the alcohol in his blood, but for a few seconds, he feels bathed in honey, breathing in the sweet scent of his perfume.
"Are you alone? I thought you were with Yuta," he says, tilting his head to the side.
"Oh no, well... Yuta left with the bartender," he says, laughing as he tries to hide the discomfort in his voice. Ten forms a small 'o' with his lips and smiles.
"Well, I guess it’ll just be you and me," he says, licking his lips and looking around.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Um... Yuta invited me, he said you guys would be drinking here, and I... But if you want, I can leave, I..."
Johnny feels like an idiot for his unpleasant reaction. He quickly shakes his head, mentally cursing himself for the sudden jolt, feeling the dizziness hit him all at once.
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like your presence isn't welcome... You can stay. I feel like I'm going to go crazy if I keep drinking alone," he says, looking at him.
"Great," Ten smiles, a slight blush on his cheeks, though in Johnny's eyes, it might just be from the LED lights of the club.
His eyes awkwardly wander over Ten's body, pausing on the silk that covers his slim chest and his dark pants. Ten suddenly feels embarrassed, noticing the gaze, and shifts his legs, looking at him. Johnny notices his discomfort and clears his throat, quickly looking away.
"You look good..." His voice comes out low, almost husky. "Out hunting?" he jokes, but Ten doesn’t take it well and looks away, offended. He sighs and sits down next to him, signaling the bartender for a drink that Johnny's ears catch as a mojito.
"Is that how you see me, Suh? Like some guy who's always out hunting?" he says, almost annoyed, and Johnny sighs, feeling like he's digging his own grave.
"No... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way..."
"Well, you did. I feel like that's what you think of me, I mean, all the time." Ten looks upset, not even looking at him, and Johnny thinks he's an idiot.
"Why do you think that?"
Ten sighs, taking a sip of his drink once the bartender hands it to him, letting the bitterness of the liquor coat his throat. He turns and looks at Johnny with his lips pressed tight.
"It’s what you’ve shown me. Tell me, are you still disgusted by the message I sent you?" His voice comes out almost in a whisper, embarrassed. Ten clenches his jaw, feeling his ego crack from the way his words slipped out.
"No, of course not, I already told you that—"
"I know. You told me it wasn’t a big deal and that it didn’t matter to you." His voice betrays him, trying to sound tough, but instead revealing how hurt he feels. Johnny looks at him, slightly surprised, searching his face for any clue as to what he means.
"Did you want me to care...?"
"Well... I don't know..." Ten looks around, biting his lower lip. He sighs and closes his eyes. "Forget it..."
"Alright..."
Ten gasps in frustration and looks at him, almost irritated by how stupid Johnny seems every time he opens his mouth.
"What?" the oldest asks, surprised.
"What? Seriously? You just avoid conversations, you don’t take anything seriously, you just… accept what others say as if you have no say in it. You have the right to speak, Suh, you have the right to complain if you want, to disagree, to fight… You just... don’t do it." Ten finishes his drink in one go, feeling the mint leaves brush against his lips and the ice cool the heated flesh coated in balm.
"I..." Johnny thinks, at a loss for words. He doesn't know what to say, but he knows that if he doesn’t say anything, he’ll just make Ten more irritated.
"You know what? Forget it." Finally, Ten stands up, ordering another drink before walking away from the bar. His steps are hurried, as if trying to escape the situation, feeling confused and hurt, just like Johnny, who watches him leave, cursing quietly under his breath.
"Shit... Shit... What should I—" His desperation is so overwhelming that he takes a long sip of his whiskey before standing up, paying for both his drinks and Ten’s without even thinking about the change.
Johnny walks with trembling hands and a heart pounding a thousand beats per second—he could swear he's about to have a heart attack. His eyes scan the sea of bodies moving to the rhythm of the music, searching for that short figure in a light pink silk shirt. A knot forms in his throat when he doesn’t see him.
He feels like he’s lost him—and he knows he will if he doesn’t find him. The alcohol in his blood doesn’t help as his feet push him through the crowd, bodies pressing against him, suffocating him. His head spins, his ears ring with a piercing noise that drives him insane. He calls out, but he can’t even hear his own voice.
Like he’s about to die.
"Ten..." he calls out with all his strength, his voice fighting against the pounding music and the chatter of people enjoying their night. Meanwhile, he feels like he’s about to lose something vital to any human—his heart, tied by a thread to that boy’s pinky finger.
That sweet boy who smiles at him, brightening his dull office days with nothing more than that.
Because his days were gray and monotonous before Ten arrived. Because he knows Ten changed the way he sees the world. Because he knows he woke up smiling every morning as he slipped into his dull gray office suit, knowing that the moment he stepped into work, he would find him there—at his desk, cluttered with cat figurines and the coffee mug Johnny had given him for his birthday.
Johnny feels breathless, but there’s a tingling in his stomach that crawls up his neck—almost like a cosmic connection. He turns his head, and there he is, leaning against a wall, sipping his mojito, his gaze distant, probably thinking about how much of an idiot Johnny was.
Almost desperately, Johnny pushes through the crowd and steps in front of him, close enough to catch his attention.
And he knows that if it weren’t for the alcohol, he would just mutter a few words of apology, hoping to return to what they had before—a work friendship laced with feelings he knows aren’t mutual.
But he’s so dizzy, and every time he swallows, he tastes the bitter sting of whiskey on his tongue. He opens his mouth to speak when those bright eyes meet his—wide, surprised, and holding a hint of something else.
Johnny doesn’t know what it is, but he knows one thing.
He needs him. Just once, even if it’s fleeting—but he needs him.
He closes his mouth and leans in, bracing his hand against the wall beside Ten’s head for support. His full lips capture Ten’s in a desperate kiss, and for a moment, he braces for rejection—that Ten will shove him away, furious, demanding to know what the hell is wrong with him.
But nothing happens.
The youngest just stands there, completely stunned. And then, after a few seconds that feel like an eternity, Johnny feels it—Ten’s lips moving against his, returning the kiss.
Ten's slender hands slide up Johnny's chest, gripping the back of his neck, anchoring himself—dizzy from the intoxicating bitterness of Johnny's kiss. Their lips move hungrily, his tongue seeking entry, and the oldest grants it instantly, parting his lips without hesitation.
Johnny lets out a low groan when Ten's fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer—even though there's no space left between them. Any gap that once existed simply dissappears, their bodies pressing together as if trying to merge into one.
The oldest's hands hold his waist, his fingers digging into his flesh, pressing him closer to him. His fingers slide gently up, slipping under his shirt, the skin he touches giving Ten a tickle that forces him to moan against his lips.
The kiss breaks almost instantly, both with labored breathing, red cheeks, swollen and heated lips. They look at each other in silence for a few seconds, almost as if they were trying to communicate with their gaze. Johnny's hands loosen on his body and the moment he feels him moving away Ten takes his hand and drags him through the crowd, he bites his lip nervously as he sets his glass down on the bar.
"I already paid," Johnny murmurs, barely catching his breath. Ten nods slightly, relieved, and continues walking out of the club. With a quick gesture, he signals for a taxi and pushes Johnny inside as quickly as he can.
"Veuillez nous emmener à l’hôtel Kwangya," Ten says to the driver, who furrows his brow slightly, noticing the foreign accent. He starts the car and begins to drive.
Johnny watches him silently, feeling something hot rise in him at the way Ten’s lips moved while speaking French. Ten shifts slightly in his seat, self-conscious under Johnny’s intense gaze, hoping he doesn’t regret this by the time they reach the hotel. Though just holding back the urge until they’re inside the hotel room already feels like torture, he does his best not to press his lips wildly against Johnny’s in front of the driver.
The ride to the hotel is unbearable, the air thick with desire and need, Ten forces himself to clench his thighs in place trying to ease the ache between his legs, his eyes wandering every so often to Johnny who stares blankly at his own lap.
“Please…” Ten mutters to himself, it would be disappointing if they got to the hotel and all the desire just vanished.
"Nous sommes arrivés," the driver says hoarsely, eyeing them suspiciously through the rearview mirror. Ten lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and pulls some bills from his wallet.
“Gardez la monnaie.” Ten speaks quickly and sees Johnny open the door of the taxi. They both quickly exit and walk into the hotel, they get into the elevator and Ten allows himself to breathe easily knowing that they are only a few floors away from reaching his hotel room. However, he feels a slight anxiety, a kind of fear and before he realizes it the alcohol slips his words out of his mouth. “Do you still want to do it…?”
Johnny comes back down to earth trying to fight off the dizziness and turns his face towards him, Ten has red cheeks and wet lips, his eyes bright under the warm light of the elevator, he nods and has to swallow to find his voice.
“You want?”
Ten nods almost instantly, completely needy, it's almost humiliating the way his body craves contact, craves intimacy.
“I need you…” he whispers brokenly.
Johnny licked his lips, his gaze falling on his, pink and glossy. He leaned in, longing to connect their lips once more, wanting to remember the taste of his mouth when the elevator doors suddenly opened, interrumping the moment.
Ten let out an annoyed groan, but Johnny smirked and leaned in anyway, drawing a gasp from him when his lips captured his with a fervent hunger. His hands caressed his back and quickly moved down to grab his thighs, using his strength to lift him effortlessly off the ground, causing another gasp to escape the younger lips.
He walks out of the elevator with Ten in his arms, Ten's legs tightly wrapped around his hips, seeking support. Ten lets out a small laugh when Johnny stumbles clumsily, quickly regaining his balance.
"Room...?" the American murmurs, looking around..
"The last one down the hall on the right," he gasps in response, connecting their lips once more. Johnny manages to reach the room, and Ten quickly pulls the access card from his pocket. Both of them feel a sense of relief when the beep sounds and the door unlocks.
Johnny backs into the room, pushing the heavy wooden door open and closing it with his foot while making sure it’s securely shut.
He walks through the hallways of the small hotel room and finds the bedroom. Ten looks around, blushing, until Johnny lays him down on the bed, straightening up and watching him from his position.
He suddenly feels vulnerable, his legs trembling slightly as he watches Johnny unbutton his black shirt and slide it off his body, tossing it to the floor. He has to bite his lip to keep from gasping at the sight of his bare, tanned, and toned torso, almost glowing under the blue light of the moon coming through the window.
He removes his belt without taking his eyes off him, letting it fall to the floor with a soft clink. Ten's fingers desperately unbutton his shirt, suddenly irritated by the amount of fabric he's wearing; he needs to feel Johnny's skin against his, he craves it.
He opens his shirt just enough to expose his bare skin to Johnny, and his fingers trace a slow path from his chest down to just below his navel, teasing Johnny, who feel his throat tighten at the sight.
The younger's head tilts to the side, inviting him to touch, to be the one to replace his fingers. Johnny lets out a low growl as he unbuttons his pants and slides them off his feet, kicking them away. He kneels on the bed, his hands undoing Ten's pants, earning a smile from him as he removes them effortlessly.
His large hands gently part his legs to fit between them and he leans down feeling attracted by the sweet smell of his skin. That aphrodisiac fragrance that intoxicates him so easily, his lips brush against his skin earning an exquisite moan from Ten's lips, his lips tingle from the small taste of his skin and he feels completely addicted, he presses slow kisses on his neck smelling his skin. He can't explain it but it's just what he imagined.
Ten's hands hold his head against him, his body arches against his mouth seeking more proximity, more of his hot touch, wanting to be consumed by his lips in the form of kisses.
“God… This is so good…” he gasps as Johnny’s tongue runs over the sensitivity of his neck. “Don’t even think about stopping…”
Johnny chuckles softly against his skin, making Ten moan at the vibration of his voice against his body and he pulls back slightly to look at him.
“You are so beautiful…” he whispers, caressing the soft skin of his thigh with one of his hands. Ten bites his lip, arching his body towards him, seeking friction. “Ask me… Let me know what you want…” he says, observing the need in his eyes.
Ten moans softly and squeezes his eyes shut in pain, he needs it so badly… So much that it hurts… So much that it drives him crazy.
“Please… Take me…” he whispers, opening his eyes, staring at him with a mix of pleading and desire, his eyes blazing, as dangerous and uncontrolled as a burning flame.
He doesn't need to be told again. Because Johnny knows perfectly well, beneath the amount of alcohol that bathes him, that he wants to burn in that fire, that he wants to be consumed by desire and immerse himself in the desperate heat that Ten's body gives him.
“I’m going to get a cond-”
“No.” he gasps, his legs tightening against his sides. The pain is so strong that he can’t wait any longer. “Just do it… Please… I can’t take it anymore.”
Johnny looks at him for a few seconds and even though he knows they should use protection, he just gives in to the temptation in the younger boy's gaze. He licks his lips and opens his mouth to speak, but Ten interrupts him with a plea.
“I'm wet... Please...” he whimpers, moving beneath him.
The American bites his lower lip and nods, slowly pulling off his boxers. His body is completely exposed in front of him, like a tempting fruit that he wants to devour in one bite, and he is so hard that he can't take it anymore.
He slides in smoothly, letting out a needy gasp, feeling the Thai's wet walls caressing his eager length, giving him the warm welcome he has longed for for so long.
Ten moans feeling the intrusion stretch him, the pain he felt at first becoming nonexistent, surrounding himself with lust and need as he slowly moves his hips searching for more of what makes him feel so good. Johnny takes his eagerness as approval and begins to move, exploring every inch of his inside, his hands tightening on the sheets at Ten’s sides as the Thai squeezes his shoulders, opening his legs further to give him more access, he wants depth, he wants him completely, he wants him to give him more of what makes him feel so good.
“Faster… Faster…” his voice is heard like a murmur, like a glow in the dark room only illuminated by the full moon that watches them from the window, documenting that event like a film where feelings swirl in a storm of desperate desire while the night advances full of moans, kisses and passionate sex.
Ten feels on cloud nine as he lets Johnny take control of the situation, moving his body as he pleases and taking him in a unique way he's never tried before.
He bites his lip, arching his back at the oldest's change of speed, who takes him faster, guided by Ten's pleas and need, who enjoys the electric waves he feels running through his back with each thrust.
“J-Johnny…” Ten moans, squeezing his eyes shut feeling damn close to the edge, his boiling skin tingling with a terrifying feeling of complete satisfaction, melting from the heat emanating from the American’s body as he kisses him with complete feeling and moves roughly, reaching places that had never been touched by anyone else, giving Ten what he so longed for.
The younger's legs tighten around his waist and his toes curl in desperation, his wet lips babbling with each thrust that goes deeper and deeper.
Johnny growls digging his fingers into Ten's narrow waist bringing him closer and closer until he hits that sweet sensitive spot on his body making him moan in pain, he stops moving feeling worried but Ten's nails dig into his back in desperation.
“Don't stop…” he manages to say and it's enough for Johnny to move again, relieved to know that the feeling was mutual, at least for that night.
Johnny captures Ten's lips in a messy wet kiss as he moves passionately making the bed creak, shaking the mattress with each thrust that hits and hits that hypersensitive area inside him that makes him tremble with satisfaction.
He breaks the kiss between gasps, still moving his hips, watching his lustful expression illuminated in cold hues by the Parisian night that surrounds them.
His pearly white skin shines with sweat, his rosy cheeks and his half-closed eyes watching him are a visual delight that he cannot escape, nor does he want to. At that moment a thought overwhelms him, feeling addicted to his closeness, longing for it to never end, for this night to last forever.
He prays for a loop where this night will repeat itself endlessly until his heart explodes and he feels satiated with love. But he knows it's impossible, he'll never get enough of the person he knows he loves. Because it's true, he really does love him.
“Ten… I like-”
The youngest squeezes his hair, drawing him towards him, silencing his words with a fervent kiss that takes his breath away, eliciting whimpers that are muffled by his tongue as he devours the sweetness of his mouth and takes him to the edge of the abyss by pushing him there violently.
Their bodies tremble, vibrating with the force of an earthquake, Ten's legs loosen around his waist as he collapses breathless onto the mattress, feeling sticky and wet.
Johnny buries his face in his chest feeling his release explore every inch inside him and he gasps trying to catch his breath as he kisses the moisture of his caramel skin with open lips.
“Fuck…” he growls as he slides off of his body and Ten lets out a moan, suddenly feeling empty. Embarrassment invades his cheeks in a deep red tint that he hides by pressing his face against the oldest's chest as he lies down next to him.
And in that moment, where silence reigns and desire slowly fades, their intertwined bodies rest, burdened with thousands of tormenting thoughts that will have to be clarified by morning.
Though for now, satisfaction fills the heat-laden room, carrying the remnants of a passionate night that lingers in the air. And finally, they both drift off to sleep, guided by the lullaby of their own heartbeats.
The sunlight streaming through the window becomes unbearable, and even as he covers his eyes with his arm, he can still feel the brightness filling the room.
Johnny opens his eyes with a grimace, frowning at the sharp pain in his head from last night's alcohol. He feels warm, and he knows it’s not just because of the hangover.
His eyes drift down to the small body clinging to his torso, lips slightly parted, sleeping peacefully with an almost angelic look—despite the marks on his bare skin, remnants of a passionate and anything-but-innocent night.
Johnny can't help but smile as memories of the previous night flood his mind. He sighs, content with their heated encounter, yet a strange feeling churns in his stomach. Anxiety creeps up his spine at the mere thought of what will happen once Ten wakes up.
He knows there’s no escaping the situation and forces himself to accept the possibility of rejection from Ten, especially knowing that alcohol had played a role in their encounter.
Ten’s body shifts against his, and Johnny freezes, watching as the younger's lashes flutter while he adjusts to the morning light.
"Ten..." he murmurs, and the younger shivers internally upon hearing Johnny’s unusually husky voice. He turns his face, lifting his gaze, eyes widening in shock and a hint of terror.
"Oh, um... good morning, I guess..." Ten says, shifting away from his initial position, putting some space between them. Johnny feels his heart clench at the sudden loss of warmth, a coldness settling in its place.
"Yeah... good morning..."
They exchange silent glances for a few seconds, both waiting for the other to speak. A rosy tint blooms on Ten’s cheeks as he pulls the sheets over his hips.
"About last night..." they say in unison, then chuckle awkwardly at the mutual interruption. Ten clears his throat and bites his lower lip.
"I guess we were really drunk last night..." Ten adds, averting his gaze. Johnny nods, unsure of what to say.
Silence fills the room, suddenly thick with an overwhelming sense of unease between them.
Ten shifts in place, parting his lips to speak when he realizes the conversation is going nowhere, but Johnny interrupts him by sitting up on the bed.
"I'm sorry... It was my fault..." Johnny says, looking at him intently. Ten raises his eyebrows slightly, staring at him in surprise.
"What...?"
"I kissed you. I was drunk. I'm sorry if I pressured you."
"You didn't," Ten says quickly.
Johnny shakes his head, feeling trapped in a situation he can't quite decipher, unsure of what Ten truly means.
"Ten, I..."
"Are you going to say it was an accident?" Ten interrupts, looking away.
Johnny falls silent. He really doesn’t know what to say because he knows he’ll screw it up if he answers wrong.
"No, I…"
"Fine, just… forget it."
Ten feels a sting in his chest. It’s always the same with Johnny—giving him just a glimmer of hope before pulling back, leaving him stuck in limbo, confused and never fully understanding the situation.
And Ten thinks it’s stupid to give importance to the night when there are no feelings involved. He knows perfectly well that they were driven by the heat of their bodies and the drunkenness of alcohol. Johnny has been in a relationship since he met him, putting up a wall of friendship between them from the very beginning. He knows it’s impossible, yet he always feels a tiny shred of hope between them, until it’s crushed by the oldest's indifference.
“Forget it? You mean, last night?” Johnny asks in disbelief. It hurts, of course it does, not being reciprocated, and their egos are too big to notice the situation they both find themselves in.
“Just forget it,” Ten says reluctantly, gripping the sheets in his hands. There’s a slight tone in his voice that makes Johnny doubt him.
“Ten.”
“It doesn’t matter, right? It’s not a big deal,” Ten says, trying to sound indifferent, but his feelings betray him, revealing his frustration.
“Fine. If that’s what you want,” Johnny replies, getting up from the bed. Ten watches his every move, stunned by his sudden response.
“I…” Ten stammers, struggling with himself not to explode.
“It’s fine. You don’t have to say anything,” Johnny responds, getting dressed while glancing at him, taking note of every shift in Ten’s expression, suppressing the smile that wants to form on his lips.
“But I…” Ten tries to speak but his words catch in his throat. “I mean… What will the company say?” he changes the subject, feeling uneasy about his own behavior. How can he allow himself to be turned into this? A confused, stammering mess.
"If anyone finds out—" Johnny adjusts the collar of his shirt, suddenly feeling suffocated by it.
"That we slept together?" Ten interrupts, shifting on the bed. "Your girlfriend is going to kill you—"
"That I like you." Ten falls silent, staring at him in disbelief. "What? Don't you—"
"Do I like you?"
"Didn't you notice? I mean, flirting with you in the office wasn't obvious enough, and last night...?"
Ten blinks at him, utterly confused. He feels the heat rising up his neck and settling on his cheeks as he lowers his gaze to his hands, replaying the events of the previous night—when Johnny spoke, and he had interrupted him with a hungry kiss.
“You…?”
“I told you last night. I like you.”
“I thought… I thought you were going to say something embarrassing and cheesy about how you liked the way I…”
Johnny lets out a laugh, suddenly amused by Ten’s reaction. Seeing him so vulnerable and flustered—it’s something he enjoys.
“Well… I felt that too.”
“Don’t laugh, idiot…” Ten mutters, embarrassed, clutching the sheets tightly against his body. “Shit… This is wrong…”
Johnny keeps smiling at him, that amusement still present on his face, carefully watching for any reaction that might signal either rejection or approval.
“I like you, Ten. I think now’s a good time to say it,” he adds, feeling a sudden surge of confidence—the same confidence he’d lost over the past few days.
“You’re really saying this… after what we did…?” Ten murmurs, lacking the strength to meet Johnny’s gaze.
“I was going to tell you even if last night hadn’t happened. I planned to have this conversation over coffee at the hotel café this morning… I guess that would’ve been even more awkward than this, huh?” The lightness in his voice tries to ease the growing tension between them, where feelings have fallen between them, waiting to be sorted out.
“…Yeah?”
Johnny nods, even though Ten still won’t look at him directly. He sighs, lowering his voice, speaking gently. This is really hard for him.
"I'm not expecting an answer from you, I just needed to say it. And after last night… well, I think it makes all the sense in the world to say it now," he says, feeling his breath grow unsteady from nerves. This is a good way to say goodbye to a feeling. Yuta was right. "I know you're seeing someone. I never expected you to feel the same overnight, but I needed to get this off my chest to move on. You know…" He trails off, looking at him. Only then does Ten lift his gaze, meeting those sincere brown eyes.
"I'm… seeing someone?" he murmurs, blinking.
Johnny nods, pressing his lips together slightly.
"What…? What about your girlfriend? How can you say you like me when…?" he stammers, feeling his heart pounding in his ears.
"We broke up. Months ago… I could even say almost a year." He exhales, as if lifting a weight off his shoulders. Ten, on the other hand, feels overwhelmed by the information, still struggling to process everything.
"You two… broke up?"
Johnny nods, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt.
"It's a long story, but yeah, we did. Let's just say… things changed."
"Was it my fault?" Johnny exhales, hesitating.
"Maybe… But not in a bad way. I didn't break up with my girlfriend because of you—we mutually ended things because our relationship no longer felt genuine," he explains, easing some of Ten's worries. "Anyway, if you want to forget about last night, I'll accept it. I—"
"I'm not seeing anyone, by the way…" Ten confesses, his cheeks burning hotter than ever. "When I sent that message… I actually meant it for you," he continues, forcing himself to hold Johnny's gaze.
"What? But the message…"
"I only said that because I felt embarrassed… I saw you staring at me with Yuta, and I wanted to call you out on it… But you took so long to reply that… I thought I had misread everything," Ten says, fidgeting with his fingers against the sheets.
Johnny exhales, feeling the weight on his shoulders lighten more and more. He lets out a small, relieved laugh as he watches him.
"Damn, you really confuse me so much…"
"And you? Don’t even get me started. You're like a rock—every time I tried flirting with you, you'd just put up a wall between us. You sounded so disinterested it made me want to punch you in the face," Ten grumbles, crossing his arms. "Seriously frustrating."
"Excuse me? You're the one who always brings up my girlfriend in the conversation. Seriously, every time I try to talk to you about us, you bring her up like—"
"I'm sorry, okay?! I was so used to you acting indifferent that I just started accepting the idea that you were a damn straight guy!" Ten huffs, glaring at him. "You should hear yourself—you sound really cold."
Johnny laughs, watching him.
“Shit, we're so screwed. I bet we would’ve ended up hating each other if we hadn’t slept together last night.”
Ten can’t hold back a small laugh at his words and nods, realizing how ridiculous they sound.
“Oh my god, our communication is disgusting. I can’t believe you’re my superior.”
“I can’t believe you’re still with this company,” Johnny teases.
“Excuse me? I got to where I am through hard work and dedication, thank you very much. But clearly, I must’ve skipped the course on understanding idiots like you, Johnny.”
Johnny smirks, satisfied.
"You know, you hadn’t called me Johnny again until last night."
The blush on Ten’s cheeks deepens even more, and Johnny thinks he looks adorable.
"Oh my god, shut up..." Ten averts his gaze, biting his lower lip. But too much has already been said—he can’t keep quiet now. He needs to understand everything. "I... I like you too."
"Really?" Johnny asks, fascinated. "What about your rule about not dating coworkers?"
"You were the exception from the moment you approached me with that stupid smile of yours..." he murmurs, embarrassed.
Johnny sits on the bed and smiles, extending his hand to hold his chin and turn his face toward him. Just seeing the starry gleam in his eyes makes him feel at ease, because he can tell in his heart that he’s serious.
"So, you’ve liked me since the day we met."
“Don’t let it get to your head…” he murmurs, looking at him. “But yeah…”
“Well, let’s just say I liked you since I met you too, what a coincidence…” Johnny grins widely and leans in to give him a soft kiss. Ten sighs against his lips, breaking the kiss, panting and looking him in the eyes as he pulls back a few inches.
“We shouldn’t be doing this… The company… They wouldn’t approve…”
Johnny’s smirk widens as he looks Ten in the eyes. “How could you possibly know?” he says, his voice low and tempting. “Don’t resist, Ten… Just do it if you really want to…”
Ten looks into his eyes, searching for an excuse, something to stop them from continuing this sweet, intoxicating exchange. But the words stick in his throat, burning with need, as his gaze falls on Johnny’s full lips and beautiful smile.
“I really want you, Johnny…” he whispers, looking into his eyes, and it’s enough for Johnny to lean in gently and kiss him, with a different kind of feeling this time.
The kiss deepens, not far from lust and desire, but laden with something more potent. Something important, contained in a sphere of electric energy. A feeling that had been caged until it was set free by a force just as powerful as its own.
Because mutual love is the strongest force that exists.
Ten falls back with a smile, receiving the sweet, electric kisses, and Johnny adores the sound of Ten's laughter, as he repeats between playful kisses just how much he loves him.