An Entertaining Introduction
Word Count:586 Summary: "First of all, they will like you. Second, you are weird." Pairing: Ten X Reader
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You took a deep breath, standing outside your family’s house with Ten practically glued to your side. He had his arm wrapped around yours, fingers loosely intertwined with yours, and his head resting dramatically on your shoulder.
"Do we have to go in?" he whined playfully, squeezing your hand. "What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m weird?"
You turned to face him, gently flicking his forehead. "First of all, they will like you. Second, you are weird."
Ten gasped, clutching his chest as if you had just mortally wounded him. "Excuse me?! You love my weirdness!"
You laughed, nudging him toward the door. "I do. But come on, my mom is already watching us from the window."
Ten straightened up immediately, but his hand remained tightly around yours. As soon as you stepped inside, your mom was already there, greeting you both with a warm smile.
"You must be Ten!" she said, pulling him into a hug before he could react.
Ten’s eyes widened, but he immediately melted into the embrace. "Oh, I like your mom already," he whispered, making you chuckle.
Your dad stood behind her, eyeing Ten with a raised brow. "So, you’re the famous boyfriend."
"That’s me!" Ten said proudly, squeezing your hand for comfort. "Y/N talks about me all the time, huh?" He shot you a teasing look, and you rolled your eyes.
Your younger sibling popped up from behind your dad. "Do you really dance better than Y/N?"
Ten let out an exaggerated gasp. "Better? Y/N, how dare they question my superiority!" He clung to you dramatically, hiding behind you like a scared kitten.
Your mom laughed, clearly already falling for his antics. "Come on, let’s eat before Ten permanently fuses himself to Y/N’s side."
At the dinner table, Ten was an absolute sweetheart—helping serve food, listening intently to stories about your childhood, and sneaking little glances at you like he was already planning to brag about tonight later.
At one point, your dad cleared his throat. "So, Ten. What exactly are your intentions with my child?"
You tensed, but Ten, still holding onto your sleeve, simply pouted. "Intentions? To keep them forever, obviously."
Your sibling snorted, and your mom bit back a smile, but your dad raised an eyebrow. "Forever, huh?"
Ten nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! Y/N is my favorite person in the world." Then, as if realizing how much he was confessing, he turned to you and whined, "Y/N, your dad is scary! Protect me!"
Your dad sighed, shaking his head. "Fine, I approve. But only because you’re the first person to make Y/N bring home someone this entertaining."
Ten beamed, resting his head against your shoulder again. "See? I knew they’d like me."
You groaned, but deep down, you were relieved. As clingy as he was, he had your family wrapped around his finger already.
Later, as you walked Ten to the door, he suddenly wrapped you in a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. "Your family is nice," he mumbled. "But I missed having you all to myself."
You laughed, running your fingers through his hair. "You were literally attached to me all night."
"Not enough," he grumbled. "Now, come on, say you love me before I leave, or I’ll refuse to let go."
You rolled your eyes but leaned in, whispering, "I love you, clingy baby."
Ten grinned against your skin. "I knew it. You love my weirdness!"
And honestly, you really did.
