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Title: Love Talk
Genre: romance
Ships: doil, mentions of other ships
Word count: 1.5K
Started: apr_2019(?)
Finished: jan_2020
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By the time Jungwoo had problems with telling apart an orange from an apple and Ten kept convincing his friends that he was Jesus in his previous life, the Sun went already to sleep with the Moon taking over the night watch. It had a lot of work today, including the group of friends who decided to throw a party on their own.
But who said six people can't make a good party?
The one who invented the spin bottle game, Taeil spat bitterly as he watched the boys settling down. He hated these kinds of games because he always ended up getting something stupid to do.
"Who starts?" Sicheng asked anxiously and Taeil shook his head when the eyes laid on him.
"Me!" Ten was quick to get hold of the bottle and with a swift move, he spun it. It created a blurry green circle which was getting slower and slower until it stopped. And so did Taeil's heart.
Most of them sighed in relief, Taeyong even put his hand on chest, faking fainting. The only one who wasn't happy was the oldest. Ten turned to him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Taeil! Truth or dare?"
The oldest took at least a minute before answering hesitantly. "Truth."
"Lame. What do you think about Doyoung? I mean visuals and, of course, the body as you had the chance to feel it on top of you already." Ten teased while winking at the boy who just sat frozen on his place. Can't they just let it go? He whined internally.
Ten could have left out the one memory when Taeil accidentally tripped over a flower pot and ended up dragging another body down with him. It turned out to be Doyoung which definitely didn't help their yet non-existent friendship. If he wished to get closer, he has failed miserably.
"We're waiting~" Sicheng sang with an annoying voice and just then Taeil noticed most of them staring at him. He bit his lip nervously and looked down.
It would be much easier if he was drunk because then he would have more confidence to talk about topics like these. But drunk words—sober throughs, and he definitely didn't trust himself and his mouth at that state. He could give them a small lie right?
"Fine. Definitely better built body than you and your spaghetti arms, Ten." Taeil said as if he wasn't bothered by the question and totally not blushed the whole time. He faked a smile. However, who was Ten to let it slide so easily? He smirked back, making the other feel uneasy.
The game carried on and for the next few minutes Sicheng got to lick his leg and Ten had to confess about everything he stole behind their backs. Taeil got lucky at first, not getting chosen by the bottle but Ten flicking his eyes at him from time to time made him feel very insecure. It was half an hour later, all of them in a slightly drunken state when the bottle finally stopped at the oldest. May universe hate him, the one who spun it was no other than Ten. And that's when Taeil got scared, really scared for his life.
"So, Taeil. You know our rules. Once you chose the truth, the next one has to be a dare." Ten smirked and Taeil groaned. Yes, it was true as they had agreed on that long time ago.
"Just say it."
"Text Doyoung something really horny." At that everyone in the room burst in laugh.
