Nᴏ Hᴏᴍᴏ﹖ [₂Cʜᴀɴ]

♪ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ♪

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How long should I make this book? Maybe up to 20? 

Every once and a while Changbin would peek over his computer to look at Chan's sleeping face. He had finished up most of his work for the day and he was still asleep.

Changbin stood from his desk chair, walking to the couch and kneeling in front of the older. "Channie." He shook the male lightly, rocking his body back and forth.

"I'm finished."

Changbin spoke softly - trying to coax Chan from what looked like the best sleep of his life. Chan was snoring a little, drooling down onto one of the couch pillows. Even if he looked a little bit like a mess Changbin couldn't find him any cuter. "...Chan."

Changbin lifted a hand, caressing the older's cheek. He gave up seeing as Chan was an extremely deep sleeper at times.

'I'll just take him home.'

Changbin grabbed his keys off the desk and stuffed them into his pocket. He turned back to Chan, sliding his arms under him and pulling the male to his chest.

He struggled to get the door open but other than that he was able to make it downstairs to the main door. Changbin ignored the stares from his secretary as well as his other coworkers and continued his walk to his car.

Opening the car door without waking Chan seemed impossible but Changbin made it work. He set the older down in the backseat comfortably before getting in the driver's seat and starting the car. (He turned the heat on as well just to make sure Chan's sleep wouldn't be bothered.)

Changbin would often look up at his mirror to check up on Chan. The whole drive to Chan's was silent, Changbin taking that time to think about things...as well as an answer for Chan when he woke up.

So far, he had nothing and he wasn't sure if he'd ever have one.

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The reason Chan woke up was because of how cold he was. He sat up, rubbing over his eyes as he looked around. He was in his own room which was different from Changbin's office where he first blacked out.

Chan pushed the blankets off his legs, noticing that his clothes were changed as well. A pair of shorts which was the reason why he was so cold. "Hm..." He stood up - yawning as he made his way out of the room. "Binnie?"

Changbin looked up from his seat, giving him a small smile.

"Hey."

Chan walked over and was going to sit next to him but was pulled on to Changbin's lap. "You look cute in my hoodie." Changbin leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "I got takeout from your favorite restaurant. You can eat it...later, I guess."

'Since when did he act like this?' Changbin was a little too...nice but Chan really wasn't complaining.

"You wanted to talk, right?"

'Oh, that's why.'

Chan fiddled with the strings of his hoodie. "Uh - Yeah...I did." He almost forgot about his little outburst earlier. That was pretty embarrassing. "Well first of all, I'm sorry about going to your job like that. I just...I don't know what I was thinking."

Changbin shrugged - he leaned back into his seat, bringing Chan with him. "Don't worry about it. I'm not mad, I wasn't too bothered by it." Chan didn't say anything after that, kind of trying to find the right words.

The younger started getting impatient from the lack of response from Chan. "I'll start first since it seems like you're lost in thought." Changbin pulled the hood up on Chan's sweater, hair falling out from underneath the hood and framing his face.

"I'm not using you. So lets just get that out of the fucking way." 

Chan chewed on his bottom lip - he was pretty anxious to hear whatever Changbin had to say. "I know i'm a fuck up and i've already messed up twice with you...but don't ever say that i'm using you."

Changbin locked his hands behind Chan's back, staring at the male intently. "I'm sorry I made you feel like that, Channie. That wasn't my intention."

"What was it then?"

He exhaled, resting his head back against the couch. "I- I...I don't know. That's my problem. I just - I just don't know, Chan."

Chan placed his palms on Changbin's cheeks, tilting his head downwards so they could rest their foreheads together. "I'll ask an easier question. What do you feel when you're with me?" Changbin looked away before actually trying to answer, his voice going soft.

"...Comfortable? Like I've known you for years and I know I can be myself around you." Chan rubbed over his soft skin, nodding ever so slightly.

"Comfortable? Okay, okay that's good. What else?"

Changbin sighed, "Like I'm drunk." He closed his eyes, leaning more into Chan. "When I'm with you for a long time I kind of just get lost. I'm not worried about leaving, I'm not worried about others. It's just you and only you."

Chan was sure he was red in the face.

"I could live without you but...that's just not something I want to do."

Chan bit his lip - Yeah Chan wrote lyrics but this was something else. "You really do have a way with words, huh?" He held the back of Changbin's neck, tilting his head upwards and pressing their lips together.

It was calming, slow with Changbin massaging the back of his head while caressing his exposed thigh. They fit so well together that Chan really couldn't figure out why they hadn't done more of this before. Changbin presses against him harder, the hand in his hair pushing the hood on Chan off.

When they parted Chan had a small pout on his lips to which were quickly pecked again by the younger. He laughs, burying his face in Changbin's chest to hide the red hue to his cheeks.

"We can make this work." Chan grabbed Changbin's hand and locked it with his own, thumb stroking over the back of his hand.

"Yeah...I want to do this. I wanna try with you."

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