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The sound of the door slamming shut instantly made your body shudder, not helped by the pounding you felt in your head after what could only be described as a day made of your worst nightmares. You turned around to be met by San's equally unsatisfied glance, forcing a weak smile onto your face.
Straight away he could tell by your own expression that you hadn't had the best of days, slipping off his shoes and discarding his bag before working further into the room.
"You okay?" You questioned, patting the space that was left beside you on the sofa, placing the book you were reading on the coffee table. "Your face perfectly sums up how my day was."
He chuckled as best he could, throwing himself down into the space beside you, resting his hand on top of your leg. "That's funny, because your expression sums up pretty well how badly my day went, I guess we've both had pretty terrible days."
Sadly, for San, most of his days seemed to be long and taxing as the boys continued to work towards their impending comeback, a lot of pressure had been put on their shoulders after the success of their last record.
"Tell me about-"
"How di-"
"-no, you go first." San spoke.
The two of you shared your first smiles of the day as you both tried to lend an ear and listen to how badly each other's day had gone. It was the best thing about it all, the two of you cared for each other too much for each other, you often forgot about yourselves.
"I've got a better idea," you smiled, resting your hand over his in your lap, intertwining your fingers with his. "Have you managed to get some dinner? Or do you need to eat?"
"We had food brought to the studio, that was about the only good part of my day," he glumly informed you, have you?" You nodded as you pulled him up from the sofa, the last thing either of you needed was to slump on the sofa when really you knew exactly what would be useful.
San didn't question you as you wrapped your arms around his waist, turning the television off that played quietly in the background of your book, giving him a few moments to steady himself.
You hadn't quite realised how exhausted he was, practically carrying his full body weight as he tried to keep himself balanced. You sighed lightly, seeing him so weak was heartbreaking, knowing that he always worked himself until he could do no more.
"Times like these I think cuddles and an early night in bed are the best idea," you whispered into his ear, smirking as he could barely bring himself to make any noise and acknowledge the idea that you had.
You were careful in guiding him towards the stairs, thankful when you both made it up in one piece, switching on all the lights to guide the way for you both, hearing him groan at the glow that lit up his eyes.
"Sorry," you whispered, covering his face with your spare hand on his shoulder, pushing open the bedroom door, keeping only the two bedside lamps on to create a calmer mood for you both.
San didn't seem to mind too much; he was appreciative of all the efforts you were going to despite not having the best day yourself. He wanted, desperately, to do more for you, but he was just too tired to do so.
Once he was close enough to the bed, you let go of his figure, stepping back as he fell backwards, stretching out across the mattress. "Is there anything else you want, San?"
"Just you, and a lot of cuddles," he muttered, allowing himself to settle against the familiar material that brought him so much comfort. Your head shook, grabbing a spare change of clothes for him, and then for you to swap into.
You threw the clothes across to him, knowing how thankful he'd be once he was out of his outfit from the studio, throwing on one of his shirts that hung perfectly around your figure to sleep in.
Each movement brought out a sigh from him, his muscles were killing him after rehearsing all day, but resting in the comfort of his fluffy clothing certainly made him a lot more comfortable.
"How does that feel?" You questioned, sitting down beside him, resting your hand on the top of his head. His arm stretched out, inviting you in to cuddle closely into his chest, giving you the chance to relax after your own stressful day.
He allowed his hands to rest carefully onto your rest, pulling you closely into his side. Resting your head onto his chest, you finally allowed yourself to let go of the deep breath you'd held in all day, none of what happened throughout the day mattered anymore now that you were with San.
"Are you okay?" He questioned, running his thumb delicately over your skin.
Your head nodded, but that would never be good enough for San, he liked words, to be able to hear in your voice that things were going alright. "I'm a lot better now that I'm here with you, I feel like nothing else matters."
"Me too," he hummed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He chuckled to himself as he felt your shirt, recognizing the material anywhere, knowing just how much you enjoyed stealing all of his clothes.
Just as you began to get comfortable, San turned you both around, so you were pressed against his front, wrapped up perfectly around his body. "What are you doing?" You questioned.
"I want to look after you like you look after me," he informed you, kissing the top of your head.
"That's sweet of you San."
"Plus, I want to play with your hair, that never fails to help calm me down and help me sleep."
Moments later you felt one of his arms unwrap from around you and his fingers begin to run through your hair, careful with every twirl of strands of hair not to hurt you.
What you never told him was how at ease it made you feel too, the feeling and security of knowing he was right behind you made you feel right at home.
"Hopefully tomorrow we can both look forward to better days and come home and bask in all the good things life brings," he whispered, taking you by surprise. "I hate coming home and finding out you've had a bad day; you don't deserve it."
You turned your head as best you could to look at him, "you don't deserve bad days either, I missed seeing that smile of yours tonight when you came home."
"Tomorrow," he assured you, "I promise that you'll get to see my smile tomorrow."
"Close your eyes, and tomorrow will come sooner," you told him, coincidentally as the first little yawn came from him. "You've exhausted yourself too much today."
"I know, but now I've got you and I'm home, I can relax and try and forget about it all," he smiled, watching as you turned back around allowing him to continue playing with your hair.
Your hand reached back, pressing against his chest, "please sleep now San."
"Can I keep playing with your hair as I fall asleep?"
