𝗧𝗮𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗙𝗙 ☾︎𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬☽︎

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𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯:

Blood?

Should I call Taeyong?

No I should deal with this myself.

Or should I?

    ☽︎☾︎❤︎☽︎☾︎

two hours ago

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐯:
 

Taeyong came back from the market with all the groceries mother listed down on a piece of paper.

Ten was cleaning the lamp in his room when he knocked on the open door, letting him know of his presence.

After last night's little..shenanigan, he felt somewhat awkward to be alone with him. He still managed to pull off an uneasy smile and said in a breathy voice,

"Hey whats up?"

What's with his voice? Is he nervous?
Taeyong thought.

"Hi..nothing really just wanted to see what you were up to."

He walked closer and leaned against the bedside table, watching the smaller boy dusting the lamp and nod in acknowledgment.

"How is your finger?"

Ten muttered a low 'it's fine.' and looked up at him.

"Would you like some coffee?"

"Of course!"

He smiled and hastened to the door, fleeing from the awkward situation.

Taeyong turned to look at him as he leaned back on the table, a smirk finding it's place on his plump, red lips.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯:

Is it just me or is he flirting with me? I really hope he is because if not the way I'm behaving will make me look like an absolute buffoon!

I sighed and absent-mindedly grabbed a steel pot, pouring milk in it before adding sugar and ground coffee beans.

Setting the pot down on the stove, he rested his chin on his palm, elbow on the counter as he looked outside, basking in the beautiful scenery of the Labyrinth.

"Tennie...are you both safe here?"

I turned around and looked at the woman I've grown to love like she's my own mother,

she looked.. concerned.

"Yes why?"

"I saw something outside. Come with me after you give Taeyong-ah his coffee."

I hmed and poured the coffee in a mug, foam gathering on its surface. Walking over to my room, I knocked.

The door swung open and I stepped inside, walking over to the bedside table and carefully placing down the mug.

"You wouldn't mind me staying here for a bit would you? I really like sleeping on your bed."

"Sure, you can do what you like."