Wishing On A Shooting Star | Ten NCT U

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I watched Ten as he slept. No, it's not creepy. I'm just bored. He was perfect. How did I become this lucky?

"Don't leave me." He mumbled. "I need you by my side."

"What are you talking about?" I whispered.

"They can't take you from me." He turned laying on his side.

Then I realized, he's a having a bad dream. I poked his cheek.

"I'm not leaving." I sighed. "Even if I had a chance. My family thinks I'm dead."

I stood and walked to the window. The sky began to grow dark and stars started to sky through. I looked at Ten. In my darkest times, you're the light that shines bright. I wiped my cheek now even knowing I was crying. 

"What's wrong?" I looked to see Ten sitting up. 

"Nothing." I sighed. 

"Obviously it's something if you're crying." He walked over to me. 

He pulled me into his arms. Holding me. The tears fell easily. I wrapped my arms around him. 

"Does it have something to do with your family thinking you're head?" He asked. 

I nodded my head. I don't know why I'm crying about it. It's not like they cared anyways. They probably through a party. I hugged him tighter thinking about it. 

"Everything will be okay." He looked down at me. "You got me." He smiled. 

I smiled back. All the negative thoughts faded away. He's all I need. 

"Hey, let's go for a late night walk." He suggested. 

I nodded. He grabbed a tank top and his hoodie. I grabbed his hoodie I've been using. We put on our shoes and left. I walked close to him. It was peaceful out. I felt his fingers on the palm on my hand. I blushed as he finger intertwined with mine. I looked down at our hands then at me. He had a smile on his face. 

"Come on." We went a park. "Let get on the swings." 

We walked to the swings. I smiled as I kicked my feet swinging myself. He reached for my hand and I gave it to me. We held hands while swinging. It felt like I was on a date. 

"Ten?" I looked at him. "Is there any ice-cream shops open around here?" 

"You want ice-cream?" He asked. 

"Yes." I smiled widely. 

"Okay." 

We walked to the nearest open ice-cream shop. I stood looking at the all the flavors and ended up getting vanilla. Ten got a green-tea ice cream. I looked at me weird. 

"Wanna try?" He asked. 

"Is it good?" I gave him a questioning look. 

"You two cute." The old man smiled. "I see a happy future for you two." 

"Oh, we're not together." I corrected him. 

"What a shame." The man shook his head. 

I pressed my lips together. We thanked the man and left. I've been staying with Ten for about a week now. I don't think he seems me as more than a friend. 

"The offer is still up." He looked down at me. 

"I'll give it a try." I laughed. "It better be good." 

"It's better than your plain vanilla." He laughed. 

I gasped pretending to be offended. I took a lick from his ice-cream. After the taste settled in it started to taste nasty. I rubbed my ice cream on my tongue hoping that'd get rid of the taste. 

"Oh come on, it's not that bad." He rolled his eyes. 

"It taste nasty to me, but everyone has their own tastes to things." I sighed. 

I wasn't paying attention to the crosswalk sign. I heard a horn and someone pulling back. Ten's arm was securely wrapped around my waist. I stared at the street. 

"Bianca?" Ten looked down at me. 

He moved in front of me. He waved his hand in front of my face. I was scared to move. He sighed and wrapped his arm me. I wasn't even in the mood for my ice cream anymore. His eyes searched mine. He took my ice cream from. 

"We can get more tomorrow." He tossed them into the trash can. "Hop on." 

I wanted to but my body wouldn't move. I was still in shock. 

"Bianca, you're safe." He placed his hands on my shoulder. "Are you there?" 

He waved his hand in front of my face. He sighed and moved behind me. With a swift move he picked me up bridal style. I let out a squeal holding on tight to him. He laughed but kept on walking. We got home and placed me on the couch. He sat down looked at me. 

"You're okay." He smiled. 

I looked at him pouting. He frowned and grabbed my face. 

"Smile." He laughed. 

"How I do thank you?" I mumbled. 

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