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taeten | eviction

ten gulped. i'm not about to get myself a sugar daddy, am i? but i need the money...

"fine."

at his words, taeyong pressed their lips together harshly. ten was caught off guard, but responded accordingly.

he was going to regret this.

~

when the landlord showed up to ten's apartment the next morning, he was surprised to see that ten was still there.

"ten, why are you—" he cut himself off as he saw the crisp $200 that ten was missing from his rent. "what's this? where did you get this?"

"oh, um," ten had to think fast. "had it stored away somewhere and completely forgot about it until i found it. am i too late?"

mr. lee thought for a moment, his tongue poking through his cheek. "i guess not. i'll let you stay on one condition: you pay on time. no more chances."

"uh-huh." what else was ten supposed to tell him? that he fucked his son for money? absolutely not!

"you understand me, young man?"

"uh-huh. i promise i'll be on time from now on."

the moment that the landlord left, ten sighed in relief. thank goodness that was over. and he really hoped that he wouldn't have to sleep with taeyong again.

~

okay, maybe taeyong wasn't straight. he was more or less straight. don't get it wrong— he didn't like guys. he just was infatuated with ten. but not romantically. he was just homosexual...? but not homoromantic. yes. that made sense.

speaking of sense, ten and taeyong had started fucking each other senseless. since that day that taeyong had started things, ten had "promised to not need any more money," but here he was.

actually, on this particular day, taeyong and ten were busy having sex in the latter's room.

"fuck," ten moaned, feeling taeyong hit his spot dead-on. as they continued, the doorbell rang.

"fuck— that's your dad, isn't it." ten had forgotten to deposit his rent (which he had), meaning that the landlord was there to collect it in person.

taeyong pulled out of ten, letting the younger waddle around his room, grabbing a bathrobe and the stack of money he had to give mr. lee.

ten opened the door, mr. lee standing behind it. he wasn't going to risk the man seeing his hickies. "this is about the money, right?"

"yes, but—" ten placed the stack of cash in the man's hand.

"listen, mr. lee, i would love to have a conversation, but i just got out of the shower. can we continue this conversation later?"

"actually," mr. lee stopped ten from shutting the door. "i noticed my son left home and came to one of these apartments. have you seen him?"

oh, you mean the son i was just having sex with? yeah, i've seen him. i've seen all of him. "no. don't even remember what he looks like."