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Chris had never received, so when he met this young man on social media, and then in real life, he didn't think twice before trying to buy the latter everything he laid his eyes on. Jeong-in was sweet, cute and mature, even though he could be (and was) bratty when necessary.
Chan's selflessness didn't last long, though. Ayen quickly overtook him in the money spent, making each of his wishes come true; even those that he didn't know he had.
A new laptop? Of course. A brandy bag? Always. A pho, but without mint? Sure. New bedsheets? Don't have to ask twice. A small apartment instead of Ayen's "bigass" mansion? Whatever makes him happy.
No matter what Chan mentioned he always got it, so when he jokingly said "I see stars so rarely these days, work is just too much" – Jeong-in conserved this sentence of his at the back of his mind for future usage. He didn't tell Chris anything, he never does so he won't ruin the surprise.
But this occasion was special.
Although Chan was older than Ayen by four years, he was the one getting spoiled. Did he like it? Well, he got used to it. He always gave more than asked (at least a quarter more than received), so when Jeong-in suddenly started to pay for everything he asked he became... Pliant.
He thought it was because he was behaving; because he was kind. They talked about it, of course. Only after their important chit chat Chris accepted that he can get whatever he wants just because Ayen loves him and wants to see him happy, not because he did something to deserve it.
He always deserved it, but never saw it.
October third. It was a little past three in the morning and Chan just got home. No matter when he was done with work, there was always a taxi waiting for him near the building and Jeong-in barely alive at home.
Chris closed the door behind himself as quietly as he could, yet Ayen still got out of his room and greeted Chan with a tired smile. It's like he felt when his baby was nearby.
— Finally, you're home. I spoke to your manager, no work tomorrow. — technically today, but his mind was too tired to think too much. Chan simply nodded, used to such things, and hugged Jeong-in, dimples immediately brushing against each other as he nuzzled into Ayen's face.
— Can I wash up tomorrow? I'm so tired. — Jeong-in quietly nodded and kissed the bridge of Chris' nose, hands slipping to his waist and squeezing it just a little. He loved Chan eternally. He'd do anything for him.
Ayen backed up a few seconds later and went into their room, hand in hand with each other. They planned this birthday weeks ago – Jeong-in would prefer it to be a surprise, but it'd only stress Chan out – and now all they had to do is get a good sleep.
It didn't take them long enough to fully undress and lay down, Chris pressing his nose in Jeong-in's collarbones, one leg and arm above his beloved. Ayen was nuzzling in Chan's hair that distantly still smelled like vanilla after his morning shower, arms wrapped around him to pull closer.
What broke their sacred silence was Jeong-in's voice.
— I bought a star for you. — in this moment Chan looked up, eyes wide and sleep long gone from them. If Ayen wouldn't back up in time his nose sure would be hit.
— Are you nuts? — all Chris could say before blinking a few times and looking down again. His voice got a bit quieter. — Why? It's so expensive and- why would I need a star?
— I named it after you. — Jeong-in continued, smile could be heard in his voice. Chan's reactions were the softest things ever, especially in such a setting. — "Channie".
Chan was gone at this point. His mind ran circles around the questions "why?", "when?" and "how much?" until Jeong-in put his hand on Chan's nape and made him press his nose onto the crook of his neck.
— Sleep, it's late. I'll show it to you later. — a small kiss landed on the top of Chris' head, fingers gently scratching at his scalp. Here, in the embrace of his loved one he could relax and let himself get spoiled. Maybe fate is trying to give him back everything he sacrificed for others?
If yes, then he'd sacrifice his everything to stay here, with Jeong-in's slow breathing in his hair soothing him to sleep and the quiet breeze outside reminding him that he's where he wants to be.