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Ten poked his boyfriend's cheek as he slept on his sofa, completely vulnerable - and kind of stupid - to fall asleep in front of the Thai. Goodie! Now he could tickle him as much as he wanted!

His prodded the Chinese's cheek with his index finger. "Your face is a cushion," he said quietly and did the same again a few more times.

Hendery groaned softly in his sleep and rubbed the side of his face, and suddenly this was Ten's favourite game in the world.

A few minutes more of poking and giggling, the younger's eyes squeezed, and Ten knew they would open any second.

When Hendery opened his eyes, the room was empty. Huh. He could have sworn someone was with him, or maybe that was just his dream? He sighed and massaged his cheek. He had dreamt that an old nun was jabbing at his face with a baton. That wasn't a good dream, he decided.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he sat up, because Ten scared him from behind and latched onto his neck, hugging the life out of him and making him shake.

"You little--!" He exclaimed, and Ten shrieked playfully before running out of the room with Hendery hot on his trail.

Ten had barely managed to get to the end of the corridor before he was swept off his feet and into the air, spinning as Hendery's arms secured him safely.

Ten laughed and wriggled his feet about. "Put me down!" He giggled, playfully slapping the younger's arm around his waist.

He was panting when Hendery finally let go of him, and he turned and smiled. "Hello," he said.

Hendery rolled his eyes. "What a wake up call that was!"

"Oh come on! What are you, ninety?" The Thai commented, receiving a pout in return. He sighed. "Okay, I didn't mean it~" he apologised and pecked his cheek, the same one he had been irritating earlier. "Sixty, max."

Hendery blushed from the kiss and jumped onto the older, burying his head in his shoulder and laughing. "You're older than me, so what are you? Seventy?"

Ten rolled his eyes this time. "Yeah yeah, I get it. Just because I'm a bit older, god," he scoffed. "Now anyway! I want to go on a date with you so get dressed!"

Hendery bit his lip and stood straight before nuzzling into the Thai's hair. "Okay."

~♡~

Twenty minutes later, the two were out and about in the heart of the city of Busan, hand in hand and just laughing with each other at everything. Hendery's hair was fluffing in the slight breeze, and that made Ten nearly burst a lung when he laughed so much, because Hendery looked like a hen.

The Chinese narrowed his eyes. "At least I can tell the difference between ice cream and butter!"

Ten gasped. "Ooh, low blow."

"Really? Because the only thing low here is your height," Hendery said smugly.

Ten shrugged. "And my standards."

Hendery gaped at him. "Take that back! You don't mean that!"

Ten hopped onto the stop of a pavement so he was taller than Hendery and looked down at him. "Hmm..." was all he said.

The younger hugged his waist and gazed into his eyes with a pout. "Please~" he dragged out.

Ten smiled and played with his fringe. He pushed his hands into the sides of Hendery's hair and hummed, and when he looked at his eyes, he giggled upon seeing him staring at his lips. Ten pecked the tip of his nose and then rubbed their noses together in an Eskimo kiss.

Hendery smiled. "Cute," he said.

"Very," a disinterested voice said from behind them, and Ten peeked over his boyfriend's hair, tensing up when Zuho and Junhee were standing there with their arms folded across their chest.

Hendery's face displayed confusion and he turned back to the older. Ten was looking anywhere but at the two, and when he looked at Hendery, he said, "Let's go."

Hendery nodded and let go of his waist, but the tallest of them all figured the would try and leave so he closed in on them. Ten whimpered almost silently and recoiled into himself.

"Aw, what's wrong, little Phon?" Zuho cooed. "Scared of me?"

"N-No. Why would I be?" Ten said strongly. Hendery opened his mouth to speak, but Ten squeezed his hand to stop him.

Zuho put a finger to his lips in thought. "Hmm," he said. "I wonder why you would be scared?"

Junhee, from behind them, said, "Hmm... It probably has something to do with two years ago when you and, what was his name - oh, that's right! - Lee Taeyong were together."

Ten bit his tongue and looked up at Zuho, not saying anything. Hendery just wanted to know what the hell was going on. Who was Taeyong? Who on Earth were these two? And most of all, why was Ten so afraid?

Zuho clicked his fingers. "You're right! I remember now! An alleyway not far from here, a dumpster, your boyfriend's pitiful tears, and yours, of course; It's all coming back!"

Ten bit his lip and turned around, pulling Hendery with him as tears began to well in his eyes. "H-Home," he mumbled.

Zuho grabbed the back of his collar and held him in place, and that was when Hendery grabbed his wrist. "Hands off," he said, eyes cold.

Zuho snickered. "Really? I don't even want that little fag."

Hendery's temperature was rising with anger, but on the outside he remained calm. He tightened his grip on Zuho's wrist and said again, "Off."

Junhee stared at the Chinese man before stepping in pulling his fingers off his friend one by one. "Let's not do tha--"

Hendery glared at him. "Touch me again. I dare you."

Junhee narrowed his eyes and leaned his weight on one hip. "Listen, boyfriend of his, Zuho here won't hesitate to hurt you, and whilst I enjoy seeing people get hurt, I only enjoy the mental and emotional effects of it. I can't stand physical bullying," he revealed and his friend rolled his eyes. "Blood? Bruises? Features where they're not meant to be? No thank you! He won't harm you if you don't harm him."

"Tell him to get the hell of my boyfriend, then!" He said a little more forcefully, but didn't quite shout. Ten hugged his arm and whispered,

"Just let's go," but he couldn't just let the older cry and do nothing about it. Zuho's hold on his collar was softly choking him, and he was just frozen in place trying to breathe normally.

Heeding Junhee's word, he let go of the taller. "Okay," he said, and they turned and walked away.

Zuho stared at them as he walked away. He looked down at the other and scoffed, "You with your therapist bullshit. Why are you even like that?"

"Because!" He exclaimed. "Now let's go get my drink like we were meant to in the first place before somebody got distracted!"

The two bickered as they walked off.