400+ drabble. angst/hurt/comfort. non-edited.

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ten hears the creaking of a door while he watches something on television. he looks over to see who it is - it's taeyong and their eyes have already met, watching each other from the few feet between them. ten knows that there's something wrong with taeyong as he walks towards him and onto the couch beside him, but he doesn't ask.

ten averts his eyes back to the tv as he hears the other shifting, then he feels the warmth and weight of taeyong's head on his shoulders. he dares to look, and when he does, he can see the frustratingly pained look in taeyong's eyes and on his beautiful features; could hear the soft and low breaths of his uneven breathing. ten lifts an arm, his hand coming up to touch taeyong's face, caressing that soft, delicate skin.

taeyong leans into the touch, wanting to feel that warmth - ten's warmth - and he lets himself come down, letting his body go limp as he rests his head onto the boy's lap. he's closed his eyes, but he can feel ten's stare on him, and when he opens them, he's right.

taeyong is staring up and ten is staring down, ten's hand still caressing his cheek while smiling one of those breathtaking smiles that taeyong just absolutely melts to. he can't smile back because he's still hurting, and he wants to stop the pain - he wants ten to stop the pain because taeyong knows that he can.

and right at this moment, with just ten's smile, he can be fine. the pain won't be fully lifted from him, but taeyong will be more than okay with ten by his side.

ten leans down, closer to the other's face, all the while staring down into those deep dark abysses. he's still holding his face, his other hand running through those silky silver strands.

ten opens his mouth, "hyung..." he starts, voice low and merely a whisper, just so that only taeyong can hear, as if he didn't want anyone or anything else listening, "you know that i'm here for you, right?" he pushes taeyong's bangs out of his eyes, and finally comes down far enough so that his lips touch his forehead.

and that's enough for taeyong to break. he doesn't hold back his tears anymore as he lets them fall, flowing down his face and onto ten's lap, but he doesn't seem to mind. his lips are still on the other's forehead in that gentle kiss, and when he pulls away, he whispers again...

"- so please don't hide away from me anymore."

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because i was immersed in taeten feels.