Chapter Text
The darkness was broken by a bright laptop screen with a body hunched in front. The loud clicking of a mouse and the whirl of the scroll echoed in the room. Typing is constantly heard until there's a violent slam of the backspace key, with words disappearing and reappearing but still not formatting correctly.
The person kicks away from their laptop to ruffle their hair in frustration and turns to grab a notebook filled to the brim with uncompleted stories, thoughts, nonsense, and ripped pages.
It's thrown to the floor with crumbled papers.
You curl up in the office chair with a dazed expression towards the screen, tears threatening to bubble over in frustration.
"Babe?" A voice called out.
Bang Chan came into view with furrowed brows, a slight frown, and a worried gaze towards the chair.
You wiped your eyes and tried to give him a comforting smile, but he could see through it.
"Oh." He whispered with realization.
Chan leaned forward and kissed your forehead, brushing his thumb under your eye with a soft smile. "Let's go to sleep, ok?" He muttered and gently tugged you out of the chair.
You're distracted by his warm brown eyes and stumble forward into his arms, looking up as tension eases out of your body. There's a soft sigh when his grip tightens around you and a light laugh when his lips brush against your cheek. The frustration that lingered below the surface evaporated.
You break the hug reluctantly, but his hand stays on your waist to guide and soothe you as you walk into the bedroom.
Chan crawls into bed with you and tugs you closer, unable to resist brushing lips together while his hand slips under your shirt, settling on your back. You arched towards him, a soft gasp spilling out, and urged him to deepen the kiss. He kissed as if he were trying to take every bit of frustration, tension, and twinge of sadness into his core.
You hiss when he breaks the kiss to mouth your neck and nip at your collarbone, making you giggle. He huffed and resumed kissing your neck while pulling your body flush against his with a satisfied expression from the mark he left.
"Let's sleep and work on your story tomorrow, yeah?" He suggested. You made a soft noise of agreement and made a mental note of an excellent way to 'wake' him up in the morning. There was a twinge of arousal in your abdomen at the mere thought; you opted to cross your legs to ignore it until morning.
For now, the pair cuddled together for warmth, and there were no nightmares or stressful thoughts the rest of the night.