desire ; johnten [ ✓ ]

SEVEN

waking up the next morning with johnny looking down at him was a shocking surprise for ten and he nearly fell off the bed. he doesn't remember a single thing that happened during that dream other than that he's infected, a monster. worry started to build up in his stomach — would johnny not like him anymore and he'll be alone again?

"don't worry your pretty little head, johnny will still love you," a voice in the back of his head whispered, those words sounding oddly familiar, like he's heard them before. "you're both monsters."

but those sudden words didn't feel like enough comfort at that moment.

"you good?" johnny asked, his bright smile fading a little. "sorry for scaring you."

"it's fine," ten quickly responds. he really didn't want to make him upset as well, though he clearly doesn't sound nor look like it. "what's for breakfast?"

"oh, i dunno," johnny retorted as the other sat up and pushed the covers off of his lower half. "i didn't make anything. i was waiting for you to cook."

"oh," ten quietly said in response. "then, what do you have? i'll make whatever."

"that works," the corners of johnny's lips curled into another smile. "why don't you take a shower first? i don't think you took one last night."

"oh yeah," ten mumbled. "i'll do that."

the entire time while he washing himself, he pretty much had a war of contrasting thoughts in his head. should he tell johnny or keep quiet? it felt wrong to keep it to himself but if he didn't, he'd leave...

it was only the same things repeating over and over again in a constant cycle as the warm water ran down ten's back and worry just continued to build up in the pit of his stomach because of it.

he only met johnny a few days ago after he risked his life to save him and he already felt an awful lot attached to him. ten just felt completely safe whenever he was there-

"shit!" he swore loudly, suddenly feeling a stinging pain in his eyes. ten hadn't been careful and ended up with soap in his eyes. a hiss of pain followed suit, ten's eyes screwing shut.

there was a rush of footsteps and the bathroom door flew open. "you good?"

"yeah," ten replied to johnny, blinking a few times to fight back against wanting to close his eyes shut again. "just got soap in my eyes."

"oh," johnny sounded as if he relaxed at those words. "anyways, i bought you some clothes to wear."

"thanks," ten retorted, his voice once again easily heard over the noise of the shower water. with a low hum, johnny left the room, closing the door behind him.

ten's eyes still stung to all hell, but he felt a tiny bit happy. johnny came to check on him and suddenly ten's personal war between telling him or not came to an end — he won't say a word.

after finishing up his shower, smiling to himself like a lovesick idiot, he put on the clothes that johnny had lent him. ten felt strangely comfortable pulling the shirt that was a size too big over his head, along with feeling warmth after being subjected to the cold air after stepping out the shower completely wet from head to toe.

after pulling under his lower half clothing, he pulled down the toilet seat and sat down on it, lifting up his right foot to check on it. it was still badly bruised, the dark spot contrasting greatly against his skin, and it sure still felt like it was barely healing. it still hurt when he touched it.

the smile on his face curled into a tight frown. god, why did he have to hurt himself?

ten shook his head, sliding off the seat before walking out the bathroom to see johnny waiting patiently in the small, untidy kitchen. leaning against the counter, johnny turned his head to greet the other with a smile. "turns out, i've got eggs and bread for toast."