Both Chan and Y/n slept soundly after a passionate session together, the warmth of their bodies lingering in the air. As they lay a yard apart, Y/n's arm reached out, touching Chan's shoulder before she shifted closer, settling tenderly beside him. Chan had been unable to sleep since they stopped, unable to tear his gaze away from her, fearing that it was all just a dream conjured by his longing heart.
With a smile, Chan gently stroked her hair, placing a soft kiss on Y/n's forehead before finally succumbing to sleep, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Morning arrived only three hours later, casting a soft glow into the room. Chan lay bare-chested, both arms resting behind his head as he admired the sight before him with a sparkle in his eyes.
Chewing his lips to contain his growing grin, Chan's gaze lingered on Y/n, who lay at the end of the bed, the duvet covering her modesty as she rolled her eyes at his admiring stare. "It still strikes me as surreal that I'm allowed to see you naked."
Y/n giggled, teasing him gently, "You and every person in this country." Chan groaned, sitting up straight and revealing more of his skin as he ran a hand through his hair. Y/n mimicked his movements, sitting up to face him, clutching the duvet to her chest. "Oh God, yes, I'm sorry."
Unlike yesterday morning's emotional moment, when Y/n had entered the room in tears, today's conversation was lighter. "What is it about men and nudity? Particularly breasts... how can you be so interested in them?"
Chan frowned, pondering her question. "Well..." Y/n sighed and settled back into her previous position as Chan leaned closer to her, intrigued by the topic. "No, seriously. I mean, they're just breasts. Every second person in the world has got them..."
"More than that, actually, when you think about it. You know, Meatloaf has a very nice pair..." Chan lightened the mood with a joke, earning a genuine laugh from Y/n. "But... they're odd-looking. They're for milk. Your mum's got them. You must have seen a thousand of them... what's the fuss about?"
Chan pretended to ponder for a moment, teasing Y/n, who smiled wholeheartedly at him. "Actually, I can't think really... let me just have a quick look..."
Y/n burst into laughter, allowing Chan to pull back the duvet and peek inside. "No, beats me." Y/n's laughter filled the room as she pushed him playfully and covered herself again. Chan feigned injury with a grunt, now lying half-naked beside her, a cheeky smile on his face.
"Rita Hayworth used to say... 'they go to bed with Gilda... they wake up with me.' Do you feel that?" Chan grimaced, unfamiliar with the reference. "Who was Gilda?"
Undeterred, Y/n climbed on top of him, the sheet serving as a barrier between their skin. She playfully traced his face with her fingers as Chan tried to bite them, eliciting more laughter. "Her most famous role... men went to bed with the dream... and they didn't like it when they woke up with the reality... do you feel that way with me?"
Chan paused, meeting her gaze with sincerity. "You're lovelier this morning than you have ever been." Y/n let out an 'Aw', touched by his words. She looked at him carefully before leaping out of bed, leaving Chan bewildered. Turning to the side, she slipped on the same shirt from the previous night, buttoning it up fully. "I'll be back."
With a wink, Y/n hurried out of the room, leaving Chan with a grin as he replayed the memories of the night before and the morning after in his mind. Ten minutes passed, and Chan remained on the bed, almost being pulled back into his dreams until the door opened.
It was Y/n, carrying a tray of toast and tea. "Breakfast in bed. Or lunch, or brunch. Whatever the time is."
Y/n bent over to place the tray on the disheveled bed, while Chan sat up, arranging the sheet to cover his lower half. She smiled and sat beside him, their eyes meeting once more. "Can I stay a bit longer?"
Without hesitation, Chan gave his answer, every fiber of his being agreeing. "Stay forever."
Y/n giggled, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips before standing again. "Damn, I forgot the jam." Chan shamelessly admired her bare thigh, noticing some hickies or bite marks, causing him to blush and quickly look away.
The doorbell rang, interrupting the peaceful ambiance of Chan and Y/n's home. Y/n glanced at Chan with a curious expression, wondering if he had brought a guest. Chan shook his head, "You get the door, I'll get the jam."
With a joyful demeanor, Y/n left the room first, leaving Chan behind to reluctantly leave the comfort of the bed. He sighed, not eager to face the world just yet, and began searching for his pants. Instead, he found the previously grey sweats he had lent to Y/n.
Deciding that wearing the sweats was more preferable to greeting anyone completely naked, Chan made his way downstairs and along the corridor, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and adjusting his glasses.
Upon reaching the door, Chan glanced down at himself, realizing he was shirtless but feeling too lethargic to remedy the situation. With a resigned sigh, he opened the door, expecting to find an unexpected guest, but not prepared for what awaited him.
Outside, a throng of paparazzi had descended upon their doorstep, their cameras flashing and questions flying, creating a chaotic scene filled with noise and blinding light. "Oh God!" Chan muttered, quickly retreating back inside and slamming the door shut behind him.
Meanwhile, Y/n, still in the kitchen connected to the door, maintained her cheerful demeanor, oblivious to the commotion outside. "What's going on?"
"Don't ask," Chan replied tersely, avoiding her gaze as he attempted to shake off the encounter with the paparazzi.
Unaware of the situation, Y/n chuckled at Chan's evasive behavior and attempted to move past him towards the door. Despite Chan's attempt to stop her, Y/n opened the door, only to be met with the same chaotic scene outside.
In a split second, she darted back inside, her expression reflecting a mixture of shock and disbelief. "Oh my God. And they got a photo of you dressed like that? And Me!"
"Dressed like this, or rather, undressed," Chan corrected wryly.
"Jesus."
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