#tenlee

The URL is posted in the title! @korethea I finally posted the story. 🫣 I hope you like it! I'm not sure if this would be considered the Blank Period or not, but the characters are 21/22!

TEN [ STUNNER - The 2nd Mini Album ]

Hey mamas

Hehe hi Elinoraaaa, I hope this fulfils your request well hehe

You paint my world

It started with the paint.

You’d only asked him to help touch up the wall, but Tenlee had shown up in one of those sleeveless shirts that made it so hard to focus, humming to himself like he wasn’t a total distraction.

“Careful,” he said, stepping up behind you as you balanced on the second rung of the ladder. “You’re leaning too far.”

“I’m fine,” you replied, dabbing your brush against the upper corner of the wall.

Ten rested a hand lightly on your hip. Not enough to keep you steady, just enough to be noticed.

“I don’t want you to fall” he murmured, breath warm against your shoulder. “Would ruin my afternoon plans.”

You turned your head. “And what were those?”

He smiled that sweet, dangerous smile. “Watching you struggle with this wall… and maybe distracting you a little.”

“Mission accomplished.” You breathed out.

He helped you down. You were still holding the brush when he dipped two fingers into the paint tray and streaked a line of dusty blue across your collarbone.

You stared at him. “Did you just?!”

“You looked like you needed a little color,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Right here.” He tapped your neck. “Too blank.”

“You’re evil.”

Ten grinned, but you saw the way his gaze softened as he looked at you, like he was cataloguing every reaction you gave him. He was always watching, quietly, gently. Noticing things you didn’t realize about yourself.

Before you could respond, he reached out with a clean thumb and rubbed the paint a little lower, just over your chest. His movements were slow, deliberate, but his expression stayed deceptively innocent.

You felt your breath catch.

“You’re blushing,” he teased.

“No I’m not!”

“You are,” he insisted, voice low now. “It’s cute. Want me to stop?”

You hated how much you didn’t want him to.

He leaned in, lips just grazing your cheek, his hand away so he doesn’t stain your hair on top of everything. “Say the word,” he whispered, “and I’ll be good.”

You met his eyes and felt your thoughts slipping under that gaze. Sweet. Patient. Absolutely wicked.

“Ten…”

“Hm?”

You dropped the brush.

His smile widened.

Paint forgotten, he slid his arms around your waist like he’d been waiting all day for an excuse, his mouth finally finding yours, slow and warm and a little messy. His hands were still a bit paint-smudged. You didn’t care.