• Ｆｉｆｔｙ - Ｏｎｅ •

KNOCK. KNOCK.

There was knocking at the door catching your attention, pausing for a second making sure it was actually your door.

Then, your phone began to ring.

' Honey🍯' is calling...

" Hello?" You answer.

" I'm here!" You reply with an 'ok' ending the call, walking out your room and answering the door.

" Hey!" Ten greets, smiling.

" Hey," You smile, letting him through.

" Are you ready to go?" He asks, and you shook your head no.

" I was doing some work."

" That explains the glasses." Ten points at your glasses that you forgot you even had on. You pull them off quickly, a little embarrassed. " Don't worry I think you look really great in them! Makes you look much more uh, how should I say it." He hums for a second. shrugging.

" Innocent? I mean you look innocent, act innocent, don't own any sexy clothing. I bet you get shy when people talk about sex huh?" Oh, how your cheeks flared up about it. But were you innocent? Are you innocent?

" Enough chit chat and go get ready!" Ten waves you off flicking his hands at you to go away and get ready. So that's what you did. Got ready.

A buttoned up black dress shirt that fitted around your torso tight, outlining it. Your breast were indeed visible. The buttons on that certain area are working hard. And some grey jeans with your regular low cut converse.

" Ready?" Ten asks, typing on his phone then glancing up. " You have boobs!" Your cheeks flush like a warm blanket over yourself. Turning to walk back into your room and change he stops you. " Wait! Wait! It's not bad it's just, surprising? Anyways, don't be shy. Flaunt what you got!"

You cross your arms across your chest, covering yourself. " Then I'll be seen as a H-O-E.." You spell out.

Ten blinks, taken back. " Did you just spell hoe?"

" Yes?"

" Why? Hoe isn't a bad word. Besides, you won't. Females think that. Don't you know they get jealous when someone has better curves then what they have on themselves?" You shook your head. " Well, now you do."

" But I heard—" Ten was quick to cut you off with the flick of his hand.

" It's best to not listen or hear what others say love. Now, lets go shopping!!" He squeals, smiling and reaches for your hand and drags you out your apartment and down the corridors.

" NEXT!" Ten shouts, for the seventh time as you step out the fitting room.

" Ten," You whine. " I'm tired! I want to eat and go home!" He only shook his head saying the same thing again. With a defeating sigh you walk right back into the fitting room. Another outfit was passed to you.

It was definitely revealing but the outfit didn't look bad. It certainly very sinful.

You walk out, the cold breeze from the store making you slightly shiver. It was a little chilly in here.

Ten sat straight ahead on a white couch. He cutely sat with his back straight, legs crossed swiftly swinging it, eyes wandering around happily smiling.

From the corner of his eyes he notices your figure walking towards him that he turns just as you stop right in front of him, slightly giggly.

" Wow," Ten comments, impressed. " You look hot as fuck." He drags his eyes up your body, locking eyes with you. Once again for maybe like the millionth time your cheeks flush a taint of red.

Black laced spaghetti strap body suit with high waisted black skinny jeans. A thing designer belt. It felt like everyone could see your upper chest but it's perfectly covered with your bright pink bra.

" Give me a twirl!" Ten exclaims, gesturing with his finger a spinning motion. You shyly do a twirl for him and he sucks in a dramatic breath. " Damn y/n! You have curves that I ain't even thought you had!"

You groan in embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands. Ten giggles patting the side of your arm.

" You're so cute! Come on, let's go look for some heels."

7:55p.m.

" Bye! And your welcome baby! I'll come by for you tomorrow." You nod, waving off Ten walking to your dorm complex. Just as your walking the bag tears and your heels drop to the floor. You pick them up, looking up locking eyes with the campus security who's passing by.

You remembered him. The man that caught you and Namjoon almost have sex. In the back of his car. You look back down at the ground, holding onto your bags and yanked on the door.

Locked.

It wasn't even 8 yet!

But since your gods favorite, someone was walking towards the doors, phone to their ear talking and push open the door walking right past you and you slip right through.

Heading right up the stairs, down the corridors and into your dorm. The lights were off, dead silent.

You switch the lights on. The living room empty. You sighed in relief and walk to your room, putting your things away and laid in bed.

Ten wanted you to stay longer with him and go watch movies at the theater but you weren't interested.

Honestly, you were just so eager to get home and text Hoseok. All day you were thinking about it.

You grabbed your phone, unlocking it going onto the messages with Hoseok.

Hoseok: Save my number :))

You: Got it! Read at 4:20 p.m.

You:Yes... I do want to. Sent at 8:05 p.m.

You locked your phone, setting it onto your chest and exhaled.

" I can't believe I'm actually going to do this..." You said to yourself. Just as your phone vibrated there was knocking on your door. You sat up instantly, confused.

Getting off the bed, you opened your door Namjoon stood there. Hair messy, shirt unbuttoned and red puffy eyes.

" Namjoon?" He pushes himself into your room, pulling you into a hug and just holds you tight. " What's wrong?"

And he begins to cry into your shoulder.

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Happy Pride Month to my fellow folks in the LGBT. If you are marching  PLEASE be careful!

And those protesting for BLM, Justice For George Floyd PLEASE be careful!!

It's getting pretty ugly everywhere.

I thought this was pretty funny...