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The sun shines brightly through the curtains as you’re brought out of your deep sleep by the annoying sound of your alarm. You blink away your sleep slowly, turning your head to find a head of fluffy, blonde hair on your shoulder. It’s Chan, of course.
He’s got his head buried in the crook of your neck, and his arm is wrapped tightly around your waist. You smile to yourself, admiring how adorable he looks as he sleeps. You decide to bring your hand up onto his head, running your fingers gently through his soft curls, which provokes a small groan from your sleepy boyfriend.
As you giggle at his sleepiness, you grab his arm and lift it off of you, freeing yourself from his lovely, but distracting grip. He groans louder this time, your absence making it so that his head is now face down on your pillow.
“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t be late to work again,” you explain with sympathy prominent in your voice. When you’re met with yet another groan in response, you chuckle to yourself and make your way over to the bathroom.
Whilst you get cleaned up and ready for work today, you can’t help but think about how cute your boyfriend is. He’s everything you could ever want. There’s something so endearing about him that’s always made you so drawn to him, and now that you’re finally together, you can’t get enough of it. You don’t think you could ever get bored of that sweet, handsome face.
Once you’re done brushing your teeth, you take one last look in the mirror and admire yourself. You apply a bit of concealer, some light mascara and eyeliner on your waterline to give your eyes that pop. You smile to yourself, deciding that you look pretty hot today. You walk back into the bedroom and when you look back over at the bed, you notice that Chan hasn’t moved a muscle in the last 20 minutes.
Sighing, you sit on the side of the bed and nudge his shoulder gently. “Babe, wake up, c’mon,” you encourage in a soft voice, kissing him on the cheek for motivation. He frowns with his eyes still closed and turns his head away from you in annoyance. “Babe,” you repeat, shaking him with more force.
“No,” he mumbles, still not moving from where he’s laying.
His blunt response annoys you, so you shake him so hard that the bed moves with him. “Chris. Get up.”
Chan’s eyes immediately open, and he turns his head to look at your face with a look of concern on his. Although his eyes are puffy with sleep, they’re still wide and bright as they stare into yours.
“Are you mad?” he asks, and you can’t help but laugh at how he looks right now. His hair is an absolute mess, stray curls are sticking up everywhere, his eyes and lips are puffy from sleeping on his face and his voice is raspy and laced with exhaustion.
“No, just stop being such a baby,” you reply, smacking him gently on the arm and getting up to go get dressed.
You strip in front of him, not trying to be provocative, just simply getting dressed for work. Once you’re just in your underwear, you take a glance back over at the bed. He’s now sat up, eyes wide and mouth slightly open as he watches you in awe. You can’t help but laugh at him again. He looks like a puppy that just got startled out of a deep sleep.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you tease as you slip on a pair of tights.
“Sorry. You’re so beautiful. I’m so lucky,” he exclaims, squealing at the end and clapping his hands together excitedly. He really is an angel.
You make your way over to the bedside table, about to open the drawer and grab your glasses from in there, but all of sudden Chan seizes his chance and wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you back into bed so that you’re on top of him.
“Chan!” You squeal, giggling and kicking for dramatic effect, but secretly, you love it. Even though you know it’ll probably make you late for work.
No matter how much you try and free yourself from his cuddly grasp, you know it’s no use. Eventually, you relax in his arms and shut your eyes for a second, just enjoying the moment you’re in right now. Chan hums quietly from underneath you as he nuzzles his face in your hair, trying to get himself as close as possible to you.
“Channnn,” you groan, going limp in his arms, “I have to go to work.”
“Can we go back to bed? Sleep a little longer?” He whines, and you can hear the pout on his face even without looking at him.
“Just because you have a day off doesn’t mean I do, you know that.”
A moment of silence passes before he finally sighs and unwraps his arms from your torso. The loss of contact hurts a little bit, but you know you’ll be back after work to spend time with him in the evening, so you keep that thought running in your mind for now.
There’s a comfortable silence as you continue getting dressed for work, and you can feel his eyes on you the whole time. Scanning, observing your every move.
Once you’re finally ready, you check your watch and for once, you’re actually on time. Looking back over at your bed, you’re met with the sight of Chan practically hanging off of the side of it, just gazing at you and pouting.
You laugh at him, walking over and kneeling down by the side of the bed. He doesn’t move or say anything as you carefully pull back his messy hair and kiss his forehead gently. When you pull away, his moody pout has melted into a content smile and the way he’s looking into your eyes makes you feel as if you’re the only person who could ever truly mean anything to him.
“I’ll see you after work,” you say, your voice so low that it’s barely above a gentle whisper. He nods whilst you run your hands through his hair, then stand up and leave him alone in your bed.
. . .
You’ve just been excused for lunch and you can’t believe you’re only halfway through the day.
Your activities for today have consisted of; checking your phone for a text from Chan, snacking, checking your phone, filling out paperwork and checking your phone. It’s such a surprise that he hasn’t messaged you today, especially with the scene he made this morning. It’s making you a little worried.
You: channie?
You: hiiii, i’m on lunch break, wanna grab something quick?
After pressing send, you wait for a minute, staring at your screen as you expect that quick reply you usually get. But it never comes.
You: chan?
It makes you a little upset, but you decide not to dwell on it for now, deciding instead to go out to the nearby Italian place and grab a bite to eat with your coworkers.
You sit awkwardly at the dinner table, picking at your nails and constantly checking your phone. You realise that it makes you look like you don’t want to be there, but you can’t help but feel as if something is wrong.
“Hey, y/n, are you alright? You’ve been checking your phone all day,” your coworker asks from beside you, placing their hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah,” you respond unconvincingly, “actually, no. I think something happened to my boyfriend, could you tell boss I had to go home? I’ll do overtime to make up for it if she wants.”
“Yeah, of course. See you tomorrow.”
“Bye,” you say, waving to everyone sat at the table as you slip out of your chair and make your way out of the restaurant. You can’t help the anxious feeling that rises in you as you pull out your phone and call Chan.
He usually answers after 3 rings, but 4 go by with no answer. Then 5. Then 6. Then soon enough, it’s gone to voicemail. “Hiiii, this is Channie. Leave a message!”
You: chan pls text or call me back
You: i’m coming home rn
You begin to jog down the streets of the city, tears starting to prickle in your eyes as you rush to try and find an available taxi.
“Taxi! Taxi!” You shout, waving frantically at the yellow vehicle that has begun to approach you. To your luck, it pulls over and you get in immediately, practically yelling your address at the driver and bouncing your leg up and down as he pulls off onto the street.
Worry courses through your veins, you keep checking your phone every few seconds to see if Chan’s responded yet.
After minutes of worrying and impatiently checking out of the window to see if you’ve arrived, you finally pull up to your apartment complex. You’re in such a rush that you practically throw your cash at the driver, shouting, “Thanks! Keep the change,” before slamming the door shut and running into the building.
When you open the door to your apartment, beads of sweat are starting to form on your forehead and you’re completely out of breath - you were in such a rush that you forgot to take the elevator.
“Chan?” you call out, a slight tremble in your voice.
You open the door to your bedroom and…
He’s there.
In the exact same position you left him in. Hanging off the bed with his mouth hanging open. And on the bedside table, his phone.
You sigh and internally scold yourself for being so worried about him. He’s not a baby, why did you have to go to such extreme measures?
Anyways, you’re here now, so you might as well make the most of the time you have now. As you get undressed, Chan begins to stir in his sleep, his body realising that someone has entered the room. You slip on your pyjamas quickly, and before he even has the chance to open his eyes and realise that it’s you in the room with him, you’re under the sheets with him, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind.
He hums happily, moving so that his body is actually on the bed with you. You take your hands and slip them underneath his shirt, dragging them gently over his toned stomach. He winces a bit as your hands are quite cold, but he doesn’t scold you, or get annoyed, he just waits until the cold wears away and enjoys the ticklish feeling of your hands on his tummy.
“I love you,” you mumble happily, pressing your cheek against his back, trying to get as close to him as humanely possible.
“I love you too,” he mumbles back, gripping your small hands in his and squeezing gently.
And in this simple moment, you wouldn’t wish to be anywhere else with anyone else.