『「rendezvous」』

「』chapter 4 『」

「『i'll do whatever to meet you there』」

「ten's pov」

i felt johnny's eyes on me as i walked into the kitchen and smirked. first a heavy make out session last night, now he was at my apartment. i usually don't even think about doing it until the third or fourth date, contrary to popular opinion, but if he was as good a kisser as i remembered, i don't think i'd mind breaking pattern.

i pulled out the food from the fridge, shoving it into the microwave and punching in the time it needed to heat up. i heard him get up from the couch and walk to the counter. i opened the fridge again and pulled out two water bottles, twisting the caps off. i handed one to him before taking a sip of mine, making sure to make eye contact while wrapping my lips around the bottles neck. he averted his eyes, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he took a swig of his own water. should i continue to tease him, just to see where it goes?

yes.

the microwave beeped, signaling that our food was ready. i pulled the big bowl of noodles and assorted meat out and placed it on the counter between us, grabbing two pairs of chopsticks. i handed one to johnny and we began to eat.

～small time skip～

shoving the last bite of noodles into my mouth, i sucked the last of the sauce off my chopsticks, looking up through my lashes at johnny, who again looked away blushing. he was quite innocent, and honestly? i kinda wanted to change that.

"th-thanks for the food. i can clean the dishes." he stuttered.

i shrugged, "it's fine. i can do the dishes." hm, what shall i do next?

i picked up the large bowl, leaning over to further expose my marked collarbone, then walked over to the small sink, turning on the water. i popped my hip as i began to scrub the dishes, humming a random song under my breath.

"hey johnny, do you want ice cream? it's kinda hot today." i asked, looking over my shoulder in what i hopes was a seductive manner.

"hmm. sure." score.

i rinsed off the dishes and placed them on the drying rack above the sink, standing on my tip toes and letting my shirt ride up. i then sauntered over to the fridge, bending down to rummage through the freezer for the ice cream. i could basically hear him blush.

this was fun, i thought.

"do you want vanilla or chocolate?"

"how about both?"

"sure."

i grabbed the cartons and two spoons, going over to the couch and sitting on the left but extending my legs, forcing him to sit relatively close to me. he plopped down on the right, reaching for a spoon and the chocolate. perfect.

"do you wanna watch tv? i have netflix."

"sure. what show?"

"i heard there was a new drama called Strong Girl Bongsoon or something like that. or we could watch Real Got7."

"ooo let's watch Got7."

"good choice. i didn't know you liked them?"

"who doesn't?"

"true."

『johnny's pov』

ten pulled up the Got7 show and pressed play, trying to pry open the vanilla ice cream container.

"do you want some help with that, ten?"

he scoffed "whatever," but passed it to me. i opened it with no trouble, feeling smug as i handed it back to him. he grasped his spoon and scooped a huge bite of ice cream, which he promptly stuck in his mouth.