#tenkun

Kun makes friends with people who have terrible taste

He meets his friends’ friends, and one of them he swears has to be the most annoying person in the whole world for except maybe Donghyuck or Yangyang

Unfortunately, this guy is twice as pretty as he is obnoxious

Despite the fact that he is obnoxious, he’s actually really nice, so they end up hanging out, a lot

Kun realizes that he’s helplessly head over heels in love with him when it’s much too late

Oh, and postscript, Kun didn’t realize he liked boys until this happened. 

So he thinks he has pretty shit luck. This saga has basically been his entire college experience thus far, and as someone nearly two months into his sophomore year, he thinks it’s pretty pathetic.

He’d only worked up the miserable hopelessness to tell Doyoung about it over the summer, when it was further away but also the only thing he could think about. He’d expected Doyoung to laugh at him, but he must have seemed pretty fucking depressed, even over FaceTime, because Doyoung didn’t laugh.

“That’s a lot to handle, Kun,” he said. “I mean, for you. Not for me. I’m glad you told me. How can I help you?”

Kun took the lack of laughter as permission to be a weeping lump of despair. “You can’t,” he complained. “No one can. It’s embarrassing enough that he and I ended up good friends. And roommates next year! Me from last fall would be tearing campus apart in rage.”

Doyoung snorted then, but it wasn’t at him. “What if you told him?”

“Absolutely not,” Kun said. “There’s no way he likes me back, and then I’d have to put in a request to move rooms. And come sleep on your floor every night in the meantime.”

“You wouldn’t be on the floor,” Doyoung said. “Taeyong’d feel bad and let you cram into his bed with him.”

“That’s worse, Taeyong doesn’t sleep as it is!”

So he’d gone into this school year with the resolve to Fucking Get Over It. 

It has not been going well.

Now that they’re roommates, Kun sees everything. It would have been easier if Ten was just some guy he saw sometimes across the room during lecture. It was easier last year, when Kun had a private, non-Ten space to decompress. But now it’s all the time, and Kun sees everything. He sees Ten shirtless and pantless, sees him fresh out of the shower and fresh out of bed and fresh off a tough exam. He sees him early in the morning for their 8ams, and late at night coming home from a hard practice session in the studio. Kun knows all his looks, knows what his happiness looks like, knows what his pain looks like, too.

Worse, Ten also sees everything. Ten has always been perceptive. When Kun first realized that Ten wasn’t as bad as he’d thought, he had apologized for treating him coldly and without consideration. Ten apologized for being a pain in the ass. And then Kun asked him why he’d never given up on being friends, or lashed out.

“You didn’t mean it,” Ten said, “not really. And I could tell that you’re actually very kind.”

“How?” Kun asked, curious.

“It’s in the eyes,” Ten said, simply, like it wasn’t one of the most oddly tender things someone had ever said to Kun. “You have gentle eyes.”

Ten could always tell with Kun, got good at knowing him from the start. This is the only secret Kun has ever managed to keep from him, and some days when Ten is extra flirty (as a joke, the rational side of Kun is pretty sure), he isn’t even certain he’s succeeded in hiding it. And now that Ten has access to him twenty-four-seven, there are more opportunities for Kun to crack, more chances for the truth to slip through.

And Kun is cracking.

Halloweekend is what makes him give up hope. Because one night, Ten appears in a pretty little Alice in Wonderland costume, complete with stockings and a wig, and it’s like the final nail in Kun’s coffin. He watches Ten twirl, his mouth going dry as he takes in the peek of thigh and the pretty makeup. Ten is entrancing, beautiful; everything Kun wants.

“How do I look?” Ten asks him, doing a little pose.

“Do you have the shrinking potion, too?” Kun replies. “A tiny you would be much more manageable. I could put you in a time-out jar when you’re bad.”

Kun decides that the best way to go about it is to start distancing himself. At least that way, there’ll be less friendship to miss after the inevitable fallout, when Ten realizes what’s going on. Kun sleeps late and wakes early, changing his schedule to dodge Ten, making up excuses about office hours, extra lab work, whatever his brain can come up with on the fly. 

It takes a week for Ten to confront him. Kun was hoping for more but pessimistically expecting less, so he supposes it’s fair enough. He comes back to their room one day to see Ten perched on the edge of his bed, watching the door, waiting for him.

“Hey,” Kun says, trying to be casual and probably failing. 

“Hey.” Ten’s tone is gentle, but concerned. Of course it is. “What’s going on? You’ve been weird all week. Did I do something? I don’t think I’ve been any more annoying than usual, so it can’t be that.”

“I’m glad you admit you’re annoying,” Kun says, not looking at him as he slings his jacket over the back of his chair. “It’s long overdue.”

“Kun, I’m being serious.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Ten,.” Kun tries. Now that he’s confronted with it, he fights. If he was going to tell Ten—and he was, he was—it wasn’t meant to be like this. He doesn’t want to tell him like this.

No such luck. “Don’t bullshit me,” Ten says. “Sit down.” Kun sits. “Look at me.” Kun looks. “Something is wrong. What is it?”

“Nothing,” Kun says. “It’s nothing. We’re fine. I’m fine.”

Kun thinks Ten might raise his voice now, or express frustration. What he doesn’t expect is a soft hand on his knee. “Kun, it’s me,” Ten says, quiet now and also a little hurt, but muffled, like he’s trying really hard to hide it. “It’s me, you can tell me. You can tell me anything.”

“I can’t tell you this,” Kun says, maybe pleads. “Not this.”

“I promise you, whatever it is, I’m not gonna get mad. I swear.” Ten pauses, then adds, “I mean, unless you killed my sister or something, then I might be upset. Did you kill my sister?”

Despite himself, Kun lets out a huff of laughter. “No, I didn’t kill your sister.”

“So what is it?”

Forget cracking; Kun crumbles. “Fuck it,” he mutters. “Okay. Um, I think I like boys,” he begins, because he needs to get that out of the way for the real problem to make sense.

Ten looks taken aback. “Oh,” he says slowly. “I mean, welcome to the club.”

Kun watches him for a second. It’s in the eyes, Ten had said. You have gentle eyes. Kun thinks he gets it now. Ten’s eyes are apprehensive, shadowed with uncertainty and what Kun thinks might be fear. “I think I like boys,” he repeats, “and I think I like you.”

“Oh,” Ten says, understanding dawning. Kun braces for the ensuing awkwardness or maybe anger, but Ten is silent.

Kun can’t stand it. “I’m sorry,” he rushes out. “I shouldn’t have—agreed to room with you, knowing. It’s just that it’s all really weird and confusing, and the one part I’m not confused about is that it’s you. I’m really sor—”

Ten grabs his hands, which he’s been using to gesticulate wildly as he talks. “Hey, woah, okay. You don’t have to apologize. Don’t apologize.”

“I don’t?” This isn’t what Kun expected, and now he feels completely and utterly lost. 

“No,” Ten says, “not when I spent the last year pining after you.”

Now it’s Kun’s turn to be surprised. “Oh,” he says stupidly. “Me?”

“Yeah, you.” Ten drops their hands to their laps, but he doesn’t let go. “I thought you were always just… gonna be my biggest what-if, you know, like what would have happened if you weren’t straight? But…” When he looks at Kun, his expression is shy. Another thing to be surprised about. Ten is rarely shy. “I guess I don’t have to do that anymore.”

Kun’s breath leaves his body in a great whoosh, and he feels like collapsing onto his bed. “I’m so glad I don’t have to sleep on Taeyong and Doyoung’s floor,” is all he can think to say, and Ten laughs, bright and bemused.

“What?” he forces out between peals of laughter.

“I thought you were gonna hate me, or at least be uncomfortable. I thought I would have to move out, but that takes a while so I thought I was going to have to go find somewhere else to sleep in the interim, and Doyoung and Taeyong’s room just seemed like the most logical conclusion,” Kun explains weakly.

“No,” Ten giggles, “no sleeping on the floor. I like you here.”

“Yeah?” Kun asks softly.

“Yeah. Can I kiss you?” Ten’s already leaning in, already so close Kun can feel him, smell him; the gentle heat of his body, the light, earthy sweetness of his cologne. 

“Yeah,” Kun says, closing his eyes.

Ten is gentle at first, waiting for Kun to meet him somewhere in the space between their bodies, but once Kun starts kissing back, he surges forward, hungry, letting go of Kun’s hands in favor of bracing himself against the mattress to help him balance. Kun takes the opportunity to hold Ten’s face, cupping his jaw and running clumsy thumbs over the hollows of his cheeks.

There’s something insistent about the way Ten kisses that makes Kun believe him completely—that he’s been thinking about this for as long as Kun has; that he wants him, has wanted him, secretly and silently, just as Kun has.

Ten’s hands find the front of Kun’s shirt now; he splays a palm on Kun’s chest and presses against the hard muscle, making a happy noise of pleasure against Kun’s lips. 

“What,” Kun asks breathlessly.

“I want you,” Ten replies. “Do you want me?”

Do you want me? Kun thinks, with a significant degree of embarrassment, of all the times he’s jerked off in the shower to the thought of Ten. 

Ten is watching him closely; he must see something in his eyes, because he lets out a delighted cackle. “Oh, you do, you do, you’ve imagined it, haven’t you?” It should sound like an accusation but Kun doesn’t hear malice there, just joy.

“Yes,” he admits. “It was hard not to.”

“I did, too,” Ten confesses, still smiling. He’s so beautiful, eyes sparkling, cheeks pink, lips shining with spit. “I imagined everything. What did you imagine?”

“Everything,” Kun whispers.

“Tell me.” Ten runs his hand down Kun’s torso, then lower still, ghosting his fingers over the tent that’s beginning to form in Kun’s pants. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

Kun flips through all the scenarios he’d built in his head, all the little made-up scenes, trying to decide which one to bring into reality. “I want you to fuck me,” he says quickly, before he can convince himself not to. “Will you fuck me?”

Ten is nodding before he’s done talking. “Yeah, okay. Do you—I mean, have you—”

Kun arches an eyebrow at him, trying to use sarcasm to cover his nerves. “Your fingers are not going to be the first things going up my ass, if that’s why you’re trying to ask me.”

Ten hits him with a closed fist, light and painless. “Don’t be rude just because you’re anxious. Go clean up. I’ll find my condoms.”

When Kun comes back from the bathroom, Ten has done more than find his condoms. He’s dimmed his lights and changed them to a soft blue-green. He’s closed the blinds, too, blocking out the harsh gleam of the streetlight outside, and any prying eyes that could be watching. He’s also rearranged Kun’s bed a little, blankets bunched up by the pillows for more neck support. He’s sitting still fully clothed, turning an unopened condom over and over in his hands, bottle of lube lying next to his thigh. 

Kun smiles at the sight. Ten’s nervous too, even though he was just making fun of Kun for it. 

Ten sees the smile. “What is it?” he asks.

Kun hangs up his towel and wanders over to Ten, bending over him and giving him a kiss. “You,” he says. “We’ve been silly, I think,”

“Yes. I’d like to quit it now.” Ten pulls him down to the mattress, pushing him when his knees land next to the bottle of lube. “Go, lie down.”

Kun obeys, only lingering to kiss Ten again. Now that he has him, now that he knows he’s allowed, now that he’s no longer so scared, it’s all he wants to do. To make up for it to himself, maybe. 

Ten seems to share the sentiment. As soon as the back of Kun’s head hits his pillows, Ten is on top of him, running a hand through Kun’s hair, the other sneaking under his shirt to rest against his belly, lips already on Kun’s again, impatient and greedy. 

Kun likes that a lot. Ten can be greedy with him.

Kun lets his hands explore on their own, not really thinking about it. They travel up Ten’s sides, pushing his t-shirt up as they go until Ten breaks the kiss so he can sit back and tug his shirt off, and oh, wow, because Kun has seen Ten naked a thousand times before but not like this, never like this. He sits up, nearly dislodging Ten, and leans in to press his lips to the sharp line of Ten’s collarbone. 

Ten is wrestling with Kun’s t-shirt now; Kun raises his arms obediently and lets him pull it off and fling it to the floor, like it’s offended him. “You’ve got a nice body, Kun,” Ten says, “I’ve always thought so. I thought so the first time I saw you, I couldn’t stop staring at your arms. There’s something comfortable about you, sturdy.” He presses a flat palm to one of Kun’s pecs. And then he squeezes, giggling when Kun makes an indignant sort of noise. “I always wanted to do that. You and your anime girl titties.”

“Do you know how unsexy that is?” Kun groans, and Ten laughs again.

“Yeah, but the rest of me makes up for it, doesn’t it?” he says, and Kun can’t argue with that. Besides, Ten is kissing him again, so it wouldn’t even matter if he tried. 

Their pants go next, mostly Ten’s doing; one minute he’s kissing Kun and the next he’s undressing them, and all Kun can do is struggle out of his jeans as best he can. He’s still not sure it’s hit him, that the first massive crush he’s ever had was actually reciprocated, that he has Ten here in his bed, that this will probably happen again. Many more times. 

“Oh my god, Kun,” Ten says, drawing his attention back. “Next time, you’re fucking me because oh my god.”

Kun covers his face with his hands to hide the embarrassed heat on his cheeks. “Shut up,” he mumbles. “Shut the fuck up and prep me.”

“Absolutely not, not until I blow you,” Ten says primly, pausing for Kun to shift his fingers from his eyes so he can nod yes. All Kun sees is the quick pink of his tongue before he ducks his head and all he can see is the shiny black of his hair. And then he can’t see anything at all, eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of Ten’s mouth on his cock.

Kun unpeels his hands from his face and winds his fingers through Ten’s hair instead, trying so hard not to buck his hips up into Ten’s mouth. Ten swirls his tongue around Kun as he takes him deeper and then deeper still. His breathing is even and slow, despite the fact that Kun can feel the constriction of Ten’s throat at his tip when he swallows. 

“Slow down,” Kun hisses. “You’ll choke.”

Ten gives a nearly imperceptible shake of his head, making a dissenting sort of sound. The vibration of his voice makes Kun’s head spin. As if he’s trying to prove a point, he takes Kun even deeper. His nose brushes against the wiry curls of Kun’s pubes, and Kun realizes the head of his cock is knocking against the back of Ten’s throat. Ten does gag now, but it’s soft and nonthreatening, so Kun doesn’t argue anymore, just lets Ten hollow his cheeks and ruin Kun for anybody else. At least, he’s pretty sure. 

Point now proven, Ten stops pushing his body to the limit and backs off a little so he can bob his head more comfortably. He gets messy quickly, spit thick and glistening even in the low light, but Kun doesn’t mind, and Ten doesn’t, either. 

Kun has to push him off only minutes later, already too close. He wants it to last; he wants this giddy sort of joy to stay a while. “You can do it again,” Kun says when Ten gives him a disappointed look, “literally anytime you like, Ten, but I really want you to fuck me now.”

Ten wipes his mouth with the back of a delicate hand, lashes fluttering prettily. “Anytime I like?”

“I take that back,” Kun says immediately. “We’ll talk about it. Could you prep me now? Please?”

Ten finally acquiesces, reaching around for the lube. “Well, since you’re begging,” he says.

“Get rid of that attitude, or you’ll be the one begging,” Kun says quickly and Ten gives him a sharp smile.

“Ooh, I like this side of you, Kun,” he says as he spreads lube on his fingers, rearranging Kun’s legs with his elbows. “It’s hot.”

“Is that why you always antagonize me?”

“Maybe,” Ten says deviously, and then presses a finger to Kun’s entrance before he can come up with a retort. 

It’s a familiar pressure, so Kun just forces his breathing to slow, focusing instead on the lines of Ten’s shoulders, the fold of his knees, the immaculate landscape of his body. He’s never been able to look like this, whole and unabashed, and he does now, relishing in it, almost hoping he drowns in Ten’s beauty. Ten is quiet for once, working his nimble fingers, first one and then two, in and out of Kun in practiced strokes. 

And then Ten finds Kun’s prostate and he almost falls apart. He always forgets how jarring the pleasure is at first, sweet and overwhelming. “Fuck,” he whimpers without meaning to, grabbing a fistful of his sheets so he doesn’t accidentally knee Ten in the face.

“You didn’t even have that reaction when your dick was in my throat,” Ten pouts. “Now I’m offended.”

“I was—trying not to embarrass myself,” Kun grits out. “You wore me down.”

Placated, Ten resumes his prep. “You’re cute, Kun,” he says.

Three fingers and Kun is shaking with how much he wants it. “I’m ready,” he insists, “and if you don’t fuck me properly right now, I’ll pin you down and ride you instead.”

“As much as I would like to see that, I think you’d end up hurting both of us,” Ten says, almost fond. “We’ll save the riding for another day.”

He pulls his fingers out, and has the manners not to wipe them on Kun or his sheets; instead, he grabs a discarded piece of clothing. Kun’s pretty sure it’s his t-shirt, but he decides it’s a compromise, and keeps his mouth shut. 

Ten rolls the condom on and adds a little more lube, then shuffles up so the tops of his thighs brush Kun’s hamstrings. “Ready?”

“I said yes, Ten, put it in,” Kun hisses.

Ten’s decent sized, which is just fine for Kun, because he’s dealing with enough as it is, and trying to grapple with any size above average would be enough to break him, he thinks. As it is, he feels full and content. There’s little pain; Ten knew what he was doing. He slides in with only a bit of resistance, bottoming out easily as he tips forward and plants a kiss on Kun’s nose, like a reward, or maybe as a thank-you.

“So wet,” Ten praises, mouthing along his jaw now as he circles his hips ever-so-slightly, waiting for Kun to adjust. “It feels so good, Kun, Kun.”

Kun smooths his hands down Ten’s back. Now that they’re here, Ten snug inside him and waiting, eager, for Kun to tell him to move, a heady rush sends warmth rising to Kun’s skin. He tucks his chin, cutting off access, so Ten is forced to kiss him on the mouth instead. Kun kisses him deep and slow, measured and with purpose. When they break apart, Ten’s eyes are starry.

“Like that,” Kun says softly. “I want you to fuck me like that. Do you understand?”

Ten nods. “Yes,” he whispers. “Yes, I can do that.”

And he does. He pulls out slowly, almost to the tip, then pushes back in, rolling his hips fluidly. It’s the dance, Kun thinks, the years of training that allows him such minute control over his body. Kun doesn’t think anyone could blame him for exploiting it. 

Kun cups the base of Ten’s skull with his palm, holding him like that. Ten leans into his touch, blinking long and lazy, movements languid just like Kun showed him. Kun lets his eyes close, petting Ten’s hair with his thumb almost absently, letting soft sighs of approval out with his breath.

“Like this?” Ten asks. “Is it good?”

Kun nods. “Feels good, baby,” he murmurs and Ten makes a soft noise in the back of his throat. “Do you know how many times I thought of this? How many times I imagined it, when you were only a few meters away?” Ten shakes his head, wide-eyed. “All the time. I felt so guilty, but I couldn’t help it. You’re beautiful, did you know that?”

Ten smiles. “I know,” he says pertly, a spark of his usual charm lighting up his eyes. “But I like to hear you say it.”

“Well, you are,” Kun says, letting him have that one. “It’s why I thought this could never happen.”

“I don’t think you know how handsome you are,” Ten says softly. “You’re astounding. I meant it earlier, that you have a nice body. But it’s everything else, too. How could I not want you?”

“I’ve learned my lesson,” Kun says dryly, and Ten laughs. His laughter turns into a gasp of surprise when Kun reaches up his other hand to flick his finger over one of his nipples. “And now that I have you, I want to see everything. Not right now, but eventually. Soon. Think we can manage that?”

Ten nods mutely, shaking as he tries to keep an even pace. “K-kun,” he stutters, eyes still sharp and intelligent even as his body betrays him. “I’m really sensitive there, please, I’m trying to do what you asked, fuck you how you wanted, oh, fuck.”

Kun has pulled Ten closer so he can use his mouth instead. It’s caused Ten to shift upwards on the bed, so the angle isn’t as good, but Kun doesn’t mind. He thinks he could come from Ten’s sweet little moans alone. He hums, bringing his hand up to his other nipple, and Ten tries to curl inward, running away from it as he whines. Kun doesn’t let him, bracing his other hand on his back and forcing him to stay. 

Ten’s thrusts have become erratic, but Kun knows it’s his own fault. But he’s doing this in his own selfish way—so he doesn’t come way too early. He’s just gotten the upper hand; he’d rather not give it up quite yet.

Ten is trembling, head tipped back, lips parted when Kun releases his chest with a wet sort of smack. He hums softly, reaching up to brush some hair off of Ten’s forehead. “Not fair,” Ten whispers when he realizes Kun is looking. “You got lucky, guessing my weak spots.”

“You’ll have your chance,” Kun teases, pausing before he adds, “I like seeing you like this.”

Ten flushes an even deeper red. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Kun says. “So pretty. Sounded so good. I’m close already, are you?”

The strength of Ten’s glare is halved by the way his eyes can’t seem to stay all the way open. “What do you think?” he retorts, half a complaint, half something else.

“I think you’ll come if I told you to,” Kun replies, sneaking a hand between their bodies to touch himself, pleasure humming just below his skin. “Wanna find out?”

Ten shakes, hips going faster now. Kun isn’t sure he’s even aware of the change; he seems too close to realize, too focused on chasing his own release. Kun matches his pace with the hand he has on his cock, and the feeling is electric.

“Close,” Ten admits, panting, eyebrows pinched and muscles tense.

“Then let go,” Kun says.

Ten whimpers, bending down so he can kiss Kun. It’s messy this time, desperate, all teeth and tongue but Kun doesn’t mind, just speeds up his fist, slick now with precome, He feels Ten twitching inside him, and then he slows, moans muffled by Kun’s mouth. Kun gasps against Ten’s lips, jerking himself off quickly as Ten’s movements gradually stop. He comes with a choked-off moan, release dripping down over his fingers and onto his stomach.

They catch their breath for a moment, taking the time to come back to earth. With a grunt, Ten pulls out, staggering to his feet to toss the condom and grab a tissue for Kun. Kun cleans himself up, watching as Ten rearranges himself on the bed. 

“Oh my god,” Ten says as Kun reaches to the side to throw away the tissue. “We didn’t even lock the door.”

“Shit,” Kun says, fighting laughter and failing as he follows Ten’s gaze to their doorknob and sees it in an unlocked position. “Oops.”

Ten is giggling now, high-pitched and airy. “So,” he says when he’s calmed a little. “Still like boys?”

“Yep,” Kun says, snorting rather unattractively in his surprise. 

Ten shifts beside him; Kun looks, and sees he has one of his hands on his hip. “Still like this boy?” Ten asks.

Kun shoves him lightly amid bright laughter. “Unfortunately, yeah,” he replies, grinning up at the ceiling so hard his cheeks start to hurt. 

“I’m glad,” Ten says, and though there’s still mirth in his voice, Kun can tell he’s being earnest. “I like you too. I know this is a little ass backwards, considering the last hour or so, but do you want to go on a date with me? Sometime this weekend?”