straight 》 yuwin

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"You told him, what?" Taeyong asked, positive that he had misheard the embarassed boy.

Yuta buried his head in his hands, mumbling. "That if we had babies, they would be the cutest things ever."

The table was speechless.

"That's quite the first impression." Johnny laughed, and Jungwoo punched his arm.

"Don't be embarassed, Yuta!" Jungwoo consoled. "Maybe he'll forget?"

Yuta's head shot up in disbelief. "If some nervous stranger walked up to you and told you that he'd already imagined your life together, wouldn't you be a little freaked out? Would you forget?"

Jungwoo pondered these words, then laughed for just a second. "Yeah you're right, you're screwed."

Yuta's face blew up in red again as now both Jungwoo and Johnny were laughing at him.

Taeyong silenced the two's cackles with a single look. "Think of it like this," He looked Yuta in the eyes.
"What was Sicheng's reaction to your speech?"

Yuta was confused. "Well he seemed a little shocked, to say the least."

Taeyong nodded. "Well obviously, but that's not what I'm looking for."

Everyone looked at Taeyong expectantly, and he sighed. "Was he angry? Did he yell at you? Did he tell you to leave him alone? Did you get a punch to the face?"

Yuta finally understood, and shook his head.

"So there's your solution. As long as he lets you," Taeyong gave the Japanese a comforting smile and shook his fist in the air. "fight for your man!"

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"So when's the first date?" The short male asked, writing something on the papers in front of him.

Sicheng looked up from his homework. "The- what?"

Not bothering to even look at the confused boy, his friend explained. "You know, the date with your admirer. What was his name again?"

Sicheng tried to control the tint of his cheeks but ultimately failed. "Yuta." He cleared his throat so the Thai lounging across his bed could hear him. "His name is Yuta."

"Yuta." The boy teased. "So are you gonna go out with him?"

Sicheng smacked the boy's surprisingly muscular leg. "I like girls, Ten. Girls." He emphasized the words but his friend just wasn't buying it.

"Yeah sweetie, you tell yourself that." Ten patted the top of Sicheng's head before turning back to the textbooks in front of him.

When Sicheng invited his friend over to study at his house, he didn't expect to be attacked like this.

"Ten, it's true!" He practically shouted.

The Thai giggled, watching the taller squirm. "I completely believe you!" He tried to keep a straight face, but he just couldn't.

"I don't like boys like that!" Sicheng smacked the boy in front of him relentlessly.

"I do." Ten smiled. Remembering something, he suddenly sat up and grabbed Sicheng's arm. "Do you know Yuta's friend's name?"

Seeing the confusion on the boy's face, Ten elaborated.

"You know, the tall one with the deep brown eyes? And when he smiles, his eyes crinkle up? Expensive clothes that hide all those muscles underneath." Sicheng watched with wide eyes as Ten spoke, imagining the mystery man.

The Thai seemed to forget where he was, completely entranced with the picture in his head. "Those strong arms that could squeeze the life out of you, and his big hands capable of both gentility and destruction? Those soft lips that I just want to-"

"Ok! I'm officially uncomfortable!" Sicheng shouted, receiving a glare

Ten only shrugged. "You notice things about the people you like." He snickered. "You'll be doing the same thing soon."

Sicheng narrowed his eyes. "What part of 'I'm straight' do you not understand?"

"Why did you automatically think I was referring to a man? I could have been talking about anyone." Ten teased the life out of the flustered male. "Got someone specific in mind?"

Sicheng quickly shook his head. "Of course not." Ten would have believed him except for his flittering eyes and rosy cheeks.

"Uh huh. You'll be surprised, Sicheng. It sets in fast." He sighed, laying back down on the younger's bed.

"W-What do you mean?" The Chinese questioned, nervous for the answer.

Ten looked at the ceiling. "The attraction." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"At first you couldn't care less for the person, hardly even noticing them throughout your day." He smiled, and fixed some strands of his hair.

"Then you begin to notice little things they do. Peculiar habits, ticks, quirks. You're aware of them more often." His eyes finally met Sicheng's.

"And soon, they're all you can think about. Wondering what they're doing when you aren't with them, thinking about their interests and things you can do together."

Ten examined his fingers, giving one last soft smile. "You think about a future with them." It came out as a whisper, but it still made Sicheng feel all fluttery and cozy inside.

"That sounds nice." The taller said, and as hard as he tried not to, he couldn't help but think of a certain boy from Japan.

"It is." Ten sat up and squished the boy's cheeks. "I can't wait for you to experience it!"

Sicheng shook his head with a chuckle. "It's never gonna happen, Ten. Yuta just isn't my type."

The Thai leaned forward and ruffled the younger's hair with a knowing smile. "I completely believe you!"