❝Come on, love! I wanna show off my girlfriend❞ Ten whines, you are still skeptical because you and him being equally famous in different fields. Ten is an idol and you are a scientist. You never thought the relationship between him and you would work out because he's a star and you are a workaholic who loved staying in your laboratory overtime. Oddly, you made it through and always found both of you in his bed cuddled together. You reduced your overtime working and he made sure to come home at nights when no one can disturb your peace. Soon enough, the rumors of Ten having a girlfriend and the picture of you spread in the news.
You got threats, true but Ten made sure to stay with you and you always had bodyguards around because of your dad. Still that doesn't stop the hate from reaching you. You were scared because he was the definition of beauty and you were nowhere near him. Yet his bewitching eyes are hard to resist, so you sigh, ❝The paparazzi?❞ adjusting his shirt slipping of your shoulder. Ten grins, because he knows you are convinced, ❝Don't care about it❞ he shrugs, springing to his feet and struts to his closet. He brings a black off-shoulder dress with black lace in the waist area and hands, stopping a little above the knee and all black three piece suit for him. You look at him with dread as he plops down next to you with a smile, ❝I'm not beautiful as you, Ten. I-❞ you start but cut off immediately but his lips harshly swallowing the words of self-depreciation from your lips. His lips taste like wine, as his tongue glides inside your mouth, and you pull away after a few seconds, ❝Don't you dare❞ he mutters breathless, against your lips. Your cheeks red with the blood rushing to your face.
❝So up for flexing us?❞ he asks hushed as he pulls you up to your feet, ❝Yeah❞ you answer, flushing red again when his fingers trace your curves with a sly smile.
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