Weak || Bang Chan

thirty

Song:
Another Day by Stray Kids
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(Talk of S/A)

My alarm was like a siren that cut through my unconscious mind. I groaned, tapping about the bedside with an open palm to find my phone and turn off the alarm. 6am. Brilliant. With such little sleep, my eyelids felt so heavy and my stomach wrenched inside of me at the thought of crossing Mr. Hae's path.

I was not ready for the day. I really didn't want to go into work but there was just one more day before the weekend so surely I had enough in me to just endure ten hours of work?

A mumble and shuffle snapped me out of my thoughts and I whipped my head around to see what it was. I totally forgot all about last night until that very moment.

A beautiful, sleeping Chan was in deep sleep under the pile of plush cloud. He looked much better: his skin was no longer a grey-ish hue and he didn't have the harsh pink marks around his dark-bagged eyes. In fact, he looked rather blissful.

Without making a noise, I headed to the kitchen to fix myself a quick breakfast to start the day.

Toast and butter was enough to settle my tummy and I briskly washed away the plates and cutlery I used before heading to my room to pick out some clothes. Just something modest: a white, long sleeved blouse and black slacks. I seemed to be quite the fan of monochromatic.

I really didn't feel like going to work. The more I thought about it, the more sick I felt. I rest my head against the clothing rail as I was deep in thought. An exhale left my mouth and all I really wanted to do was lay my head against the rail for eternity; at least that would give me a reason to not go to work.

But alas, I picked myself up and headed to the bathroom with my clothes, taking a quick shower and drying my hair with the dryer I kept beneath my sink. I quickly changed into my fresh clothes and exited the bathroom, only to be started by a sleepy Chan walking out of the bedroom.

"Jesus, you scared me," I exasperated, clutching my heart with my bed clothes draped over my arm.

Chan only chuckled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he padded over to me. His sparkle had returned and he no longer looked as poorly as he did just six hours ago.

"I'm sorry," he smiled, cheekily speaking Korean before giving me a small head bow and taking me in his arms to hug me.

I froze up at the gesture. Even before all the chaos I caused two weeks before, Chan and I weren't exactly the hugging sort. Sure, we might've linked arms or held hands while walking but that was quite customary in South Korea, even when you're not a couple.

He smelt incredible. Even after the spending the entire night being savagely unwell, he still smelt fresh with the hint on that cologne I loved so much.

Maybe it took me by surprise more-so considering, aside from last night, he hadn't seen me in a while and I would've thought he detested me after everything I messed up. Did he remember the night before?

"H-how are you feeling?" I asked him, awkwardly reciprocating the embrace. I could hear the steady beating of his heart by my ear; it was strangely a comforting sound.

"So much better. Thank you for looking after me last night," he spoke into my freshly dried hair, feeling his nose nuzzle against my head as he breathed in the fresh smell.

I smiled, "Of course."

"Where have you been these past weeks?" Chan asked with genuine curiosity as he held me at an arms length to look at me.