As the clock struck 11, Chan escorted Y/n upstairs to his bedroom, where she would spend the night while he settled on the sofa bed in the living room. They paused at the top of the stairs, exchanging a lingering gaze. "Today has been unexpectedly good," Chan remarked.
Y/n smiled softly, feeling the slight awkwardness in the air as Chan struggled to find his words. "Well, thank you... I suppose it's time for bed. Or... the sofa bed for me."
Giggling softly, Y/n muttered a 'thank you', then leaned forward to kiss him gently before disappearing into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
As Chan descended the stairs, he settled onto the sofa, pulling the duvet around him. His mind replayed the events of the day with Y/n, finding it hard to believe yet content in his heart. Lost in thought, he tried to ease into sleep, but the creaking stairs disrupted his attempts.
"Oh my God..." Chan muttered to himself, his heart racing with anticipation as he imagined Y/n descending the stairs. "Hello?"
"Hello. I wonder if I could have a little word." Sighing in disappointment, Chan realized it was only his flatmate, Changbin. All his hopes deflated instantly. Changbin appeared around the corner, half-naked. "Bin?"
"I don't want to interfere, but she's split up from her boyfriend, right?" Changbin queried. "Maybe."
"And she's here, in your house." / "Yes."
"And you two get along well." / "Yes."
Changbin pondered for a moment. "Well, isn't this perhaps a good opportunity to... make a move?" Chan groaned in frustration, shooting a glare at his friend. "Bin, for God's sake... she's going through a tough time... get a grip."
"Right, right. You think it's the wrong moment. Fair enough." Chan attempted to return to his quest for sleep, but Changbin persisted. "Do you mind if I have a go?" / "Changbin!" Chan's tone shifted to one of annoyance as he turned to face his friend, who raised his hands in defense.
"No, you're right," Changbin conceded. "I'll talk to you in the morning." / "Okay... might be too late, but okay." Alone again, Chan resumed his thoughts, trying to create a dreamy atmosphere to lull himself into slumber. However, more footsteps on the stairs interrupted his peace. "Oh, please fuck off."
"Okay."
This time, the voice was softer, and sweeter, causing Chan to realize his mistake. Quickly standing up, he stopped Y/n from leaving. "No! No. Wait. I... thought you were someone else. I thought you were Changbin. I'm delighted you're not."
In the darkness of the living room, their exchange hung in the air, charged with unspoken emotions.
Y/n stood in the shadows, clad in one of Chan's blue work shirts, with only the middle button fastened and lace underwear, creating an enticing allure. Chan approached her, and they stood together in the center of the room, enveloped in silence but sensing the palpable sexual tension between them.
Chan found it difficult to tear his gaze away from the cleavage Y/n displayed by leaving her shirt unbuttoned. Y/n, on the other hand, waited patiently, curious to see how Chan would respond, knowing she had sparked their previous encounters.
After a moment of hesitation, Chan summoned his courage and took a step closer, leaning in to kiss the corner of her lips before trailing his lips down to her neck and then her shoulder. It felt miraculous to touch her skin, and as he looked at her face, he was suddenly struck by the realization of who she was.
"Wow," he murmured, his hand tightening on her waist as she leaned into him with bright eyes.
"What?" Y/n's sweet smile remained as Chan felt a rush of blood on his face.
"Nothing. Nothing." With that, he kissed her, pulling her closer to bridge the space between them. He savored the sensation of her soft lips, reveling in the smoothness of her skin under his fingertips, and the adorable giggles she emitted when he lavished attention on her neck and shoulder.
The tension intensified as Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, playfully tugging on his hair and moaning softly by his ear. "Am I allowed to continue what I want to?" Chan paused, locking eyes with her, searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt. "You have my full permission," he whispered, pecking her lips before she headed towards the stairs, tilting her head in expectation.
"Aren't you going to join me?" Y/n teased, backing up the stairs, her fingers trailing over his chest. Chan chuckled, his feet shifting as he admired Y/n's beauty, captivated by her teasing gesture. With each step, her shirt exposed more of her skin, enticing him further.
As they reached the door, Y/n leaned against it, inviting Chan to close the distance between them, his eyes tracing every curve before meeting her gaze. "Do you think you can keep quiet? I doubt Changbin is asleep."
Y/n's finger traced his Adam's apple, jawline, and then his lips, her eyes mirroring the path of her finger. "I don't mind putting on a show, as long as I have your full focus on me and my body tonight."
Without hesitation, Chan leaned in for a passionate kiss, his hand gripping her hip firmly as the other searched for the doorknob. He opened the door and pushed her inside, the door closing with a thud and the click of the lock.
"You've had my full attention since the moment we met," he declared, his voice filled with desire.
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