『「rendezvous」』

『」chapter 1 「』

「『today is yours and my rendezvous』」

『johnny pov』

i hated parties. the loud music, alcohol, drugs, and girls who seemed to hadn't gotten to gotten the memo that i was hella gay. this was why i had retreated to an unoccupied corner of whosever house this was, hoping get some peace and absentmindedly scrolling through my phone.

i had been dragged to the party by my idiot friends mark and yuta. both had disappeared with their boyfriends, donghyuck and sicheng, leaving me alone to defend against several drunk teenage girls throwing their beer-covered selves at me. i shuddered, trying to shake off their lethargic bodies. silly girls, i thought. i only like dick.

i successfully escaped the tangle of their arms and legs and wandered upstairs to a relatively secluded corner, and began scrolling through the various social media platforms.

i had been so immersed in my phone that i hadn't heard a set of footsteps approaching me.

"yo, what are you doing in a corner, bro?"

my head shot up, startled at the sudden voice. i faintly recognized the person as ten, a junior. he was rumored to be bisexual, and to have screwed a lot of juniors as well as many older and younger students.

as far as i knew, neither of these rumors had been corroborated by the man in question. i was a senior, so i hadn't interacted with this infamous "player", but i did know that he was friendly and flirty with a lot of people, but fairly withdrawn from the main social circles at our school despite being the subject of a shit ton of gossip. i think he was friends with jaehyun's boyfriend, taeyong.

"why can't i sit in this corner?" i inquired, slightly irked that i had been interrupted from doing nothing.

"shit, man. i don't know it just doesn't seem like something somebody would do at a party."

what the fuck? why was ten even near my- i mean this- corner? his eyes looked vaguely red, like he had either been crying or was high.

i went with the second one.

"are you high?"

ten laughed. "nah man. i'm just over this whole scene. drugs are nasty anyways."

"ah, i see. i mean, if you want, we can share the corner."

"sure." he walked closer, and i scooted over, letting him slide against the wall next to me.

i mulled over ten's words and wondered what he meant about being done with this scene. why would he be here if he didn't want to?

i looked over, seeing that ten was now on his phone, texting somebody.

"hey, i'm johnny by the way." i offered, trying smooth over the slightly awkward silence.

"i know." hmm, suspicious.

"can i ask you a personal question?" screw it, i wanted to know.

"shoot."

"have you really fucked half the school?"

ten barked out a dry laugh. "no i haven't. i'm surprised you had the balls to ask."

"i see." i kind of wanted to ask how many people he had fucked, but that was a little too much to ask.

"in case you're wondering, johnny, i've only actually done like six people. most of the people i was 'with' were drunk."

"ah, ok." so he wasn't a raging man-slut, exactly. well, at least in comparison to what people had portrayed him as.

we lapsed into a fairly comfortable quiet, or at least as quiet as it could be with a party downstairs. we were both absorbed by our phones until a drunk couple stumbled past them into a nearby bedroom about fifteen minutes later.

ten abruptly stood up and motioned for me to follow him, probably to a different hiding spot. "i don't want to be here while someone is getting impregnated."

i nodded in agreement and stood up, brushing off my pants. i walked after ten back downstairs, the booming music getting louder each step we took. we threaded through the mass of gyrating bodies, fending off people trying to dance on or with us. ten headed out through the patio doors, passing the pool and towards a little, partially-hidden shed in the corner of the large backyard.

we crossed the lawn, still not making conversation and ten opened the shed door, walking inside. i followed him and breathed in the slightly musty air. the little shed was fairly clean and was far away from the loud music from the party. it was a welcome change from the stench of cigarettes and alcohol and who knows what else.

ten sat down on the floor next to a shelf, patting the floor for me to join him. i plopped myself down, crossing my outstretched legs.

"i'm guessing you don't like parties."

he guessed right. "not really no. do you?"

"meh, i don't really care. i only came tonight because my cousin kunpimook is hosting."

"oh, bambam? cool. are you thai?"

"yep." ten replied, popping the 'p'. that explained his faint (cute) accent. "do you want something to drink?"

"eh, why not."

"you fine with vodka and coke?"

"i don't care." i hadn't tried alcohol enough to know what i liked anyways.

"ok." ten heaved himself off the floor and padded out the door towards the house thumping with a heavy bass line from a popular rap song. 

(a/n: hello fellow johnten shippers i decided to publish this one bc i already have like 5 chaps written. enjoy the trash :))