♥ hIMCHAN
OH HAAAY
Opening your eyes, you realized you were still at the office. You groaned, and looked at your wristwatch.
“Shit,” you said as you watched the time on the wall clock as well.
You ran to the lobby, greeting the security guard on your way out.
“I hope he’s sleeping or I’m screwed,” you whispered to yourself, pressing on the gas peddle with all the strength you had that hasn’t been wasted that day.
You reached your apartment, unlocking the door, finding a facepalming Himchan on the couch.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he asked, obviously pissed.
“I f-fell asleep at work…” your voice shook at the end of the statement. You saw Himchan stand up, which made you jump.
“That’s no excuse.” he grabbed your wrist, and pulled you to your shared bedroom. When you got there, he pushed you on the bed, and he straddled your lap.
“How can you forget to come home when I was on television?!”
You broke out laughing at his conceitedness.
“That’s why you’re pissed?”
“Well, for your information,” he sat back and folded his arms, “your boyfriend is extremely handsome and also hoped that his beautiful girlfriend, who isn’t as beautiful as him of course, thought so too.”
You choked on your saliva, laughing again.
