Fics like love don't cost a thing

“Look at it this way,” Ten says officiously, when he can say things properly without giggling again. “It could have been Johnny or Yuta or someone like, actually cool, right? At least you’re only embarrassing yourself in front of Doyoung, who is equally embarrassing.” “He’s not embarrassing!” Taeyong protests, and is moderately horrified to find that it’s real defensiveness driving his words. That’s always the first mistake with Ten - you can’t respond to his teasing seriously, because then he knows he’s onto something. Sure enough, he catches a flash of white teeth before Ten is tipping his head back with a cackle fit for classification as an instrument of torture. “Okayokay, whatever you say. Hey, do you think you start calling him Daddy now, or does it take two or more incidents?” “I’m hanging up,” Taeyong announces, determinedly not thinking of the crunch of a sweet potato packet in his fist, or a dozen similar small incidents over the past few months that he’s let slide without comment. (Or: Doyoung keeps buying things for Taeyong. Taeyong's into it.)

Fics like love don't cost a thing

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