hold me tight (or don’t).
tenrk
ten’s started feeling a little nervous when sicheng watches him. ever since the kiss he’s felt like there’s something thick and invisible between them, as though there’s a constantly vibrating string attached to them that’ll make a loud, alarming noise if they get too far away, or too close. even now, as he holds the rifle and stares at the little cans he can feel something vibrating between them, the feeling of sicheng’s eyes on him raising goosebumps all down his arms. often he wonders if sicheng can feel it too, or whether he’s alone in this strange, tense situation he’s found himself in with his roommate.
hearing sicheng speak with such utter certainty at ten’s abilities sends shivers down his spine. he remembers all the times when he was a trainee and idol that he’d wish someone would have faith in him, and tell him how much they believed in him. instead, the doubts and worries that people thought he was a weak link swam in his mind unchallenged. his breath shakes when sicheng calls him perfect, a flush arising on the apples of his cheeks. he can tell he’s moving closer, as though some sort of frequency between them is buzzing and vibrating louder and faster. it’s a prickly feeling down his back, and a warmth under his skin.
“beginner’s luck, i’m sure.” ten says softly, glancing at sicheng then right back at the cans, moving the rifle to aim at another. he shoots, and for a second he thinks he’s missed, but the can teeters and falls, and he can’t help but smile. “or maybe i am just good.” he laughs, the sound of the can being hit, and falling from it’s perch drawing him out of his own head.
whenever sicheng is in ten’s presence, there’s like some sort of invisible magnet that pulls him in closer. it has effects on him ranging from physical to emotional. not only does he feel fonder, but he also seems to gravitate towards him, closing more and more space with every second. he’s curious and wants to see what ten sees, which is how he ends up right by his side, occasionally leaning down to look over ten’s shoulder, his face level with the older’s. he tries not to be too invasive or suffocating, but it’s also as if he can’t help it.
"bullshit.” sicheng grins, very softly laughing as he turns to briefly look at ten instead of what he’s doing. he thinks maybe he’s distracted him and somehow managed to throw him off his game when it seems like he’s missed at first, but then it eventually falls anyway and sicheng smiles even wider, laughing along with ten. “yeah, just like i said. beginner’s luck...” he says it in a playful, mocking way, shaking his head. “beginner’s luck my ass. you are good.” he finally takes a step back, not wanting to cause any discomfort or make it so that ten can’t properly concentrate. “i just hope i can do as well as you are, because i absolutely refuse to leave until i have something for you since you’re more than likely going to win this.”













