[4:32 pm] imagine chan gently fumbling with your hair in attempts to calm you down from your frustration.
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ā(f/n), iām home!ā chan announced, the rustling of plastic sounding as he closed the door of the apartment.
when an expected reply failed to echo back to him, chan curiously headed to the living room, placed down the groceries heād just bought, then shuffled to your room.
just as heād thought, there you were. however, a simple look of acknowledgement was nowhere to be found. as if he was not even there, you continued to type away on your laptop, the music in your headphones drowning out any foreign sound. after a few seconds of you smashing your keyboard, you threw your headphones and thrust yourself on your bed, letting out an angry growl.
in frustration, you hit your pillow and flipped your body around so your face was smushed in your bedsheets. then, you let out another yell, letting the covers muffle your screams.
ārough day?ā a voice came, and you felt a dip in your bed beside you.
you turned your head to your side and looked up at the boy whose presence you first failed to note. āhow long have you been home? you should have tapped me or something.ā
āyou were in the middle of something. well, whatās done is done. wanna talk about it?ā chan questioned, propping your head so that it rested comfortably on his lap. you peered into his eyes.
āpeople make my blood boil!ā you huffed. ālike damn! people donāt have any hint of empathy these days! ugh. so many people feel so entitled to say things or do things, that by the way, end up being so irritating.ā
you covered your face with your sleeves and let out a sigh. āthere are some people that donāt know how NOT to turn every single little thing into a gigantic, godzilla-sized problem. it doesnāt help that i need to finish a project asap, too. ugh. sorry, chan. not a good way to greet you home. how was your day?ā
chan started stroking clumps of your hair, and his eyes crinkled as his lips turned up. āah! i finished the latest songās production today. the boys love it. itās the song i made you listen to, the one you really liked.ā
āoh!ā you gasped. āthatās great, thatās great! am i allowed to listen to it now?ā
āwell, the fileās in my computer, and i kinda donāt wanna stand up,ā he chuckled, his gentle hands continuing their journey into your hair. āi like the new shampoo youāre using. it smells good, and your hairās really soft.ā
your face broke into a grin. āi like it too. it smells really nice. can we cuddle?ā
without hesitation, chan crushed you into a tight squeeze and rested his chin on your shoulder.
āi feel so inadequate sometimes, you know? itās like, all your hard work gets put into nothing,ā you mumble, playing with chanās hands.
he put a finger to your lips. āhush now about not being enough. i am disallowing you to think that about yourself anymore.ā
his arms are kind, his voice gentle.
āyou are enoughāmore than enough for me, yeah?ā
