NCT ONESHOTS

🍓 FRUIT SALAD 🍓| Johnten

Word Count: 2243

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary:
Johnny is a boy who keeps on buying fruit for his healthy smoothies, salad, and cakes.

Ten is an unhealthy, danceaholic roommate that sleeps too much and cries at the sight of strawberries.

Ten lay on his back, one leg draped lazily over the edge of the sofa with his eyes glued to the television screen in front of him.

For the past two hours, he had been next door in SM's dance practice rooms and working on his freestyle routines and now he was exhausted. Usually exercise like this didn't affect him, but it was the summer holidays and now that he was off school, all he did was laze around and now the lack of physical activity was catching up to him.

Well, that and he was anticipating a familiar jingle of keys in the keyhole to the door. Yes, the Thai had locked the door.

And yes, that did annoy his roommate.

"Ten, can you open the door please?!"

Ten pursed his lips, almost screaming no. Why?

"I might drop the shopping!" The older shouted from the other side of the door.

The shopping was fruit.

Ugh. How could anybody like bitter balls of poison? How could anybody call them sweet?! Kiwi had little dots that looked like flies, pineapple dissolved your mouth as you were eating it, and strawberries?! Don't even let him get started on those. Even the colour was gross!

With an exaggerated sigh, Ten lumped himself to his feet and walked, bones clicking in harmony, to the door. Open the door and run, was his plan.

And that's what he did.

Johnny smiled as the shorter opened the door. "Hi! Could you-- aaaaand he's gone."

Johnny watched with a knowing grin as the black-haired boy hurried his feet onto his bed and wrapped himself under the duvet. Rolling into a burrito, his eyes barely visible, his brow furrowed and he carefully observed the taller's actions.

Johnny just rolled his eyes and kicked the door shut behind him. "Look, Ten," he began, placing the plastic bags on a counter by the fridge. Their dorm was quite a luxury with twin beds, a fridge, two sofas, and a wardrobe each in the room. Others only got the beds and the wardrobes, but after pulling a few strings, the American managed to secure a room that only the top idols in SM could get, such as Amber, Yoona, and Siwon. "I know you don't like fruit, but do you really have to be such a baby and disappear whenever it's in the same room as you?" Pulling the white jumper over his head to reveal a white, longsleeved top, he placed it on the coat rack.

Ten pulled his knees into his chest, now looking more like a dumpling than a burrito. "Yes," he mumbled.

Johnny softly shook his head with the corners of his lips slightly pointing upwards. Unpacking the bags, he unloaded a large punnet of strawberries and a bag of oranges. Alongside came a bunch of bananas, grapes, and two pomegranates. As he held two apples, one in each hand, he said, "I'm going to make a cake. A strawberry cake."

Those words were that of pure terror to the Thai, who squealed inhumanly and nearly fell off the bed. His face, now dangerously close to the floor, was twisted in fear of whatever monster his friend would conjure up.

"Ten! Watch yourself!" The taller exclaimed with concern upon seeing how easily his roommate could fall onto the floor.

Ten just grumbled and shuffled back into the safety of his bed. "Get me a coffee," he said grumpily.