Love Is For Losers // johnten

seven

"You're going to a frat party and you're not even gonna get wasted?" Ten has a confused look on his face as they finish touching up their costumes in the bathroom.

"Someone has to be sober to take care of your drunk ass." Johnny fixes the halo headband on his head.

"Lame." he replies, taking one last look at his costume (which consists of a red shirt, jeans, and tiny devil horns on his head). "But thanks."

He appreciates that Johnny cares about his well being.

They head off to the party.

A few minutes and Ten scolding Johnny for his bad driving later, they finally pull up to this random ass house.

The smell of cheap alcohol and drugs is in the air, and Ten feels a rush of adrenaline run through his veins. Purple and blue hues of lights take over his vision, and the music's so loud he can feel it vibrating through the floor.

"I'm gonna go get some drinks." Ten turns to Johnny, who nods in reply. He maneuvers his way through the sweaty crowd of people dancing, and he breathes in relief when the kitchen comes into sight.

"Ten?"

He turns his head at the call of his name, meeting Yuta's eyes.

"I haven't seen you at the bar in a while. Ooo, you dressed up a devil? Suits you well."

Ten elbows him lightly, which almost makes Yuta spill his beer on himself.  "And you're dressed up as a fucking fruit?" he looks over Yuta's yellow shirt and the green blob of paper on his head.

"I'm a pineapple. Sicheng's a strawberry."

"Disgusting." Ten scrunches his face up. "But yeah, I haven't seen you in a while. How's it been?"

"Alright. The other night a girl offered to sleep with me for free drinks for her and her friends. I declined because I love Sicheng, and Sicheng only." he laughs.

Ten snorts. "It's always so easy for you to get laid."

"She was drunk as hell, she didn't know what she was saying." he slaps Ten shoulder. "Well, I gotta get Sicheng a beer before he yells at me. See you Ten." Yuta grabs another can and waves.

"Bye." Ten takes a can of beer himself, and starts to drink it. The bitter taste hits his tongue, and it's so obvious that this is cheap alcohol, but it still gets the job done.

He roams around, and it starts to get a little harder to breathe since it's so stuffy. But when he hears Yangyang's high pitched screaming, he goes straight to the direction where it's coming from.

He can recognize that scream from anywhere, even over some loud ass music and partying.

Yangyang, Xiaojun, and Hendery are squished on a worn out couch randomly placed against a wall, laughing their asses off about something.

"What are y'all losing your shit over?" Ten asks.

"Hendery was tickling me!" Yangyang hiccups, the hood of his grizzly onesie falling over his eyes. He's a little tipsy.

"Excuse me, I'm not Hendery, I'm ice bear." Hendery says in a monotone voice.

"Woah, you dressed up as satan?" Xiaojun asks in his panda onesie and gestures to Ten's outfit with his eyes.

"Nope, a devil. There's a difference." Ten sighs. "What are you guys dressed up as?"

"The three bare bears!" Yangyang beams. Hendery and Xiaojun both yell "yeah!" in agreement, and the three of them start laughing again.

They're actually kinda cute, Ten thinks.

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Ten's vision is hazy. He's stuck in the middle of the dance floor (aka the living room). He's dancing too, and despite the music being hella loud, it becomes background noise in his ears.

Everyone's faces are a little blurry. Ten ends up running into some person's chest, and since he's so drunk apologizing doesn't even cross his mind. Instead, when he looks up the first thing that comes to his mind is: this guy's hot.

A chiseled jawline and dark eyes, and he's fucking tall and lean. Ten can practically drool at this.

And before he can stop it, he smashes his lips with this random person's (and he has to tiptoe while doing so), with all forms of sense thrown out the window.