after school ~ johnten

thirtytwo

"hello~" johnny smiled, bouncing into ten's art class. the class had gotten used to johnny turning up at random points, as he'd developed some weird kind of attachment issues - as renjun called it - to ten, "you look tired."

ten nodded, his head on his desk, as johnny walked up behind him, placing his hands on his shoulders.

"you're not teaching?"

"nah," johnny replied, subtly playing with ten's hair as he looked around the class, "your head is warm, you sure you're okay?"

"i never said i was," ten laughed weakly, letting his head fall back into johnny's hand before he stood up to help his class, "i feel shit. genuinely so bad."

johnny immediately became worried, placing his hand on the boy's forehead and pouting, "you're super hot, you need anything?"

"damn~ thank you," ten smiled, realising johnny was genuinely worried about him and it wasn't a time for jokes, "i really, dont feel great, but i gotta teach so~"

johnny shook his head, "i'll cover for you, go take a break."

ten pouted, but johnny shook his head once again, "i can deal with it."

"nope, go to the staff room. taeyong is there i think. you're pale," johnny said, his hand on the boy's waist, as he guided him out of the room, "i'll finish your lesson then come down."

ten nodded, reaching up for a speedy kiss as they left the classroom, and after checking the corridors for people, "thank you."

-

"what're you doing here," taeyong asked, as his best friend fell onto the sofa next to him, "dont you have a class to teach."

"i feel sick, and gross," ten whined, cuddling up to taeyong, wrapping his arms around the boy's bicep with a yawn, "johnny is covering my lesson."

"how is he- right- okay," taeyong laughed at the idea of johnny covering an art lesson, but shook it off, putting his arm around ten who's breathing was becoming heavy, "you'd better not be contagious."

"mmmh~" ten whined, before sitting up again and waddling over to get a drink. he hadn't felt like this in a while. he hated being sick, especially right now, as he'd hate for johnny or jungmo to get sick.

"nah, you dont look good at all, ten," taeyong announced, now realising why johnny had sent him down, "are you wanting to go home?"

"i wish i could."

"you can. ten you look like a corpse-"

"hey!"

-

"is mr lee okay?"
- "he'll be fine"

"are you and mr lee married?"
- "wha- no, we're not"

"are you boyfriends?"
- "nope."

-

ten fell into johnny's arms as he entered the staff room, "revive me, please~"

johnny laughed, holding the boy up before taking him over to the couch, where taeyong was still sitting.

he sat next to the boy, with ten in his lap.

"i'm going home, i just wanted to see you first."

"home? as in?"

"my house. unless you want me to go to yours?"

johnny reached into his pocket for his keys, passing them to ten, "go to mine. i dont want you to be sick alone."

"mhm~" ten nodded, before standing up and stretching, "im sorry you had to deal with my class."

"they're weird~ and ask weird questions~"

"mhm!" ten nodded, grabbing his bag and throwing his hoodie over his head.

"take my coat, it's over there," johnny pointed, "it's pretty cold out."

"m'kay," ten melted into the taller boy's coat, which draped over his body, "i look dumb."

"cute."

-

johnny returned home with jungmo in his arms, asleep. he took him to his bedroom for his afternoon nap, before shutting the door and going to his bedroom, only to see ten asleep in his bed.

"ten-ah-" he called out, just incase he wasnt fully asleep, but to his surprise , he received no response. he didnt mind though. he was honestly glad he was asleep. the boy looked rough today.

he could tell what the boy had wasn't contagious, or whatever it was, johnny could probably get over, so he took off his shoes, put comfortable clothes on and climbed into bed with the boy.

with a mumble, ten cuddled up to him.

"hiya," johnny whispered, kissing his head gently, "feel any better?"

"mhm.. i think i slept it off mostly. i still feel a little shit, though."

"it's okay, jungmo's asleep so we can rest for a bit too," johnny laughed, his arms around the cuddly boy as he turned on his tv for background sound, "you're so touchy today."

"mhm," ten nodded, "it's because i have a crush on you."

"damn, you have a crush on me?!" johnny laughed, loving ten's tired mumbles and attempt at conversation, "that's cute."

"yep. i have the biggest crush on you."

"i think we're a little past the crust stage, love."

"we're not dating, so i'm still allowed to have a crush on you," ten explained, mid-yawn, "im like a little kid in middle scbool, and you're the girl who rejected me."

"i haven't rejected you, i've done quite the opposite actually," johnny laughed, "is this- based off of a real story?"

"...yeah."

"damn, why'd she reject you?"

"because i'm gay, johnny."

johnny laughed, stroking the boy's hair before sighing, "you wanna nap again? or anything else."

"mm.. can we just watch tv or something? i've slept enough," ten asked, his hand on johnny's chest, "i really wanna kiss you, but i dont want you to be sick"

johnny shrugged, kissing ten's forehead and lifting his chin, "dont care."

ten pouted, but before he could say anything, johnny was already kissing him slowly, his hand gently caressing his chin.

"mmh.. yeah. i do have a crush on you, and it's massive," ten muttered, as the kiss slowed down, making johnny laugh and break it completely, "what?!"

"oh, i'm flattered," he smiled, "but shut up and let me kiss you."