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"I really hate your boyfriend," Ten blurts out into his phone.
Johnny is silent for a while. "No, you don't," he corrects.
"Yes, I do - or, like, strong dislike. Very strong. I just don't get how you can even fall in love with such a person?" Ten chooses to simply breeze over his retort, hugging the pillow closer to his chest. "Like, he's such a piece of work? How do you even keep up with that?"
Johnny has the audacity to hum, and it makes Ten feel the urge to just hang up.
"Well, if I say I don't mind, you won't like it?" the older tries.
"Nuh-uh, that won't do. It doesn't make any sense!" Ten interrupts, his gaze brushing over a pot of petunias, a mixture of white, purple and red to accompany his voiced resentments, a kind of anger. "I think love is doing something terrible to your brain. Have you always been this brainless?"
"Uhm, remember our first call?" Johnny clears his throat.
Silence.
"Oh my god, you really are this brainless, Johnny John Johnathan Joh Suh!"
The offended one huffs. "I'm sorry I was worried about my grandmother? People can be a bit nasty these days."
"-Speaking of nasty people-"
"-and here we go-"
"-your boyfriend should really be on top of that list, aye! He's never cleaning after himself!" Ten complains, shaking his head furiously. "Just how long runs your darn patience!"
This time, Johnny has the audacity to chuckle. "Well, for once, it isn't that bad and second, I really don't mind it. It's not like he doesn't put his food away, in the very least."
"Please stop with that mushy mind of yours. Can you think with your brain for once, and not with your heart?" Ten groans.
"You're really heartless right now-"
"-and so is your boyfriend! It doesn't even look like he cares for you," the younger huffs.
"Ten, only because you don't always see it, doesn't mean it never happens," the other hums. "I do think you should give him a chance, though."
"But I don't want to! You're just way too whipped, smitten to the smithereens - it's - definitely not good for you, it can't be!" Ten throws his hands into the air, almost throwing his phone away in the process.
"Shh, calm down, it's alright, okay?" Johnny says with a soothing voice, concern dripping from it.
Ten sniffs. "I just - I really don't think he deserves you … I'm worried about you."
"But that doesn't mean you can meddle with the way I feel, Ten - I really appreciate your concern, but even if so, it is what it is. And … well, it does take every part of the total to make a decision, at least if I want to be happy with it, so unless he decides to break up, I don't think I will," Johnny explains, but he doesn't sound mad.
"So … you're really not going to break up with that disaster boyfriend of yours?" Ten continues to sniff.
"You're incorrigible," Johnny sighs. "No, I won't."
"Even if he's a pain to deal with sometimes - most of the time?"
"Even so. Not for as long as I think that he's making me happy," Johnny says softly.
"How do you even know?"
"I … am not sure myself. I just feel comfortable in his space, you know?"
Ten hums, a little. "Why is he making you happy? I think he's pretty annoying."
"Well, for once, I think his existence alone is a wondrous-"
"-you really have low standards, Johnathan Suh-"
"-I'm not so sure about that, but regardless, he makes me smile and laugh a lot. Yes, he's incomprehensible sometimes and a menace every once in a while, to be honest, and there are times where he makes me more mad than I want to admit, but … it's just this feeling. I like to be with him, even when we're fighting."
"You shouldn't always look like he hung the stars when you argue, it's creepy," Ten scolds him, and Johnny laughs.
"Sorry, can't do."
"Hmpf. I really don't get that head of yours."
"Well, it's an enigma to me sometimes, too."
A moment of silence passes, just the monotone sound lingering in the air.
"... Do you have anything else to say?" Johnny asks softly.
Ten furrows his eyebrows. "Are you hanging up on me?" he asks sceptically.
"Well, yeah, I was thinking about texting someone," the older replies.
"Who?"
"My boyfriend."
Ten scowls, but asks, anyway. "Why?"
"So I can tell him to stop pretending to call me, and ideally, we will cuddle while I tell him what a wonderful person he is," Johnny says with this idiotic, face-splitting grin of his as he turns from his side of the couch to face Ten on the other end. He opens his arms, all too welcomingly. "Come here, you little gremlin."
There is definitely a bit of snot in Ten's nose and his eyes are slightly glassy when he glares at his boyfriend - Johnny Suh.
"I still hate your boyfriend so much," Ten huffs, but scurries closer and closer until he can bury his face in the comfort of his chest.
"Unfortunately for you, I really do love my boyfriend Ten," he hums into the dark locks, blowing little puffs of air onto Ten's head.
"I forgot our anniversary," Ten hiccups, muffled as he refuses to lift his head.
"Ten, you remembered the day you moved in and the day when we got hortensias in the first place, and you remember every little other thing we did," Johnny reminds him. It makes Ten look upwards with a mixture of anger and resentment.
"Johnny goddamn Suh! I forgot the day I asked you to be my boyfriend - I-"
"-and that doesn't make you any less. You were busy, we both were. It was a stressed time. Beside - it's just a day," the other says with a gentle smile.
"'s not," Ten mutters.
"Then, you can prove it next year," Johnny hums as he hugs Ten a little tighter.
"How do you know we will still be next year?" the younger huffs.
"Huh … I just feel like we will," Johnny replies, unhelpfully.
Ten rolls his eyes, but quietens in the familiar touch. It's … comforting, after all. After all this time.
"I love you," Johnny says out loud, kissing the crown of the other's head, "I love you."
I love you, I love you, I love you.
"Those are strong words after dinner," Ten mutters and Johnny laughs.
"I still love you, very much."
The younger curls up even more in the embrace. "I love you, too," he almost whispers, somewhere in-between. "I really, really, really do."
Johnny's fingers are slowly treading through Ten's hair as he hums their unknown melody, somehow always underlying them.
"And … thank you, for loving me," Ten says softly, looking up with a smile and pressing tiny kisses to Johnny's face. When he looks at the petunias another time, he feels hope inside - a desire to work things out, with himself and between the both of them.
It's own kind of warmth, in their own colours.
"I love you."