tradition.
starter for @lmxkun !
it’s nights like these when ten feels the freest. when the night air is chilly, biting at the apples of his cheeks till they turn rosy, and the stars twinkle overhead like they’re winking at him. his footsteps on the pavement echo in the mostly deserted side street, following him as he makes his way towards the all too familiar apartment building up ahead. ten thinks of the warmth that’ll envelope him once he’s inside, and the gentle hands he’s itching to hold, especially now, as his own are nipped at by the cold autumn air.
his thighs, aching from a long days training, protest as he makes his way up the building’s front steps, so he heads for the lift, eager to give his body a break from the strenuousness of the day he’s had. he lifts his hands from his pockets as the lift doors close and it begins its ascent. rubbing them together, he watches as the numbers above the doors climb higher with each floor that’s passed, and when finally it reaches its destination, ten smiles.
standing outside kun’s door ten loses the tension in his shoulders he didn’t know he was holding onto, and he presses the buzzer beside the door. he’s ready for their movie night - a tradition of theirs that comes around every fortnight. ten always makes his way over to kun’s place to collapse on his couch, eat his food, and watch movies with someone who makes him feel a lot more human than the halls of apollo ever could.
