hold me tight (or don’t).
sichengrk·:
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.”
ten sort of wants sicheng to wrap his arms round him from behind, hold his hands over the gun and pretend he’s helping him aim. he wonders, for a second, if there’s a mini golf place nearby they can go, where he can make sicheng stand behind him with his hand on the club covering ten’s. it sounds cheesy, but there’s a lot of things ten’s imagined himself doing with sicheng that could be classed as cheesy; dancing and kissing in the rain being one of them. he’d not thought about it for long, the realisation that he was thinking about kissing him so seriously had made him nervous. he’d done it once, and he wasn’t about to do it again until he was certain of his feelings.
something about sicheng’s confidence in ten is incredibly attractive. the way he scoffs at ten saying it’s merely luck sending shivers down his spine. it’s so hard to focus on the cans when he’s standing there saying things that make his knees tremble. yet ten’s still unwilling to think seriously about his feelings–he’s scared they may not be real, and that he’s just searching for affection he’d lost. the butterflies in his chest could just be ten’s body reacting to the kindness mixed in with attractiveness, making him yearn for something he’d lost.
“i’m sure you will. you’ll probably be even better than me.” he says as he aims for the third can–if he gets this he’ll have only two left until he wins one of the largest plushies for sicheng. taking a deep breath he concentrates on the can, drawing his shoulders back and making his posture tall and steady, before he pulls the trigger and knocks the can right off the ledge. he grins, triumphantly, lowering the rifle a little. “well done to me.” he says with a laugh.








