𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦//_[𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧]

46: ʟᴇɢᴀʟɪᴛʏ

Apologies for the late update. Also broughtupcy is a Caribbean term that alludes to the way someone was raised. Often uses in a negative context. If someone you have no broughtupcy then they're saying that you weren't raised properly with reference to the situation's context.

"Vete al infierno!"

"Ine speak Chipotle bitch!"

Althea's awoken by angry Spanish. She stares groggily at the thin layer of dew on her windows before looking back at Chan sleeping behind her under the covers. The cool December air sweeps over her skin causing goosebumps and she turns over under the blanket while praying Chan doesn't wake up. The idol only hums as he pulls her closer to him before resting his head against her chest. 

A very large part of Althea has now accepted that mobility is no longer an option. Not that she's complaining at all. Any opportunity to be closer to Chan is very welcomed. Though a smaller, more rational side of her brain is demanding she gets off her ass as the sounds of arguing increase in volume and intensity. She's pretty sure she can hear her father passing her room to investigate the commotion now; albeit very annoyed. 

With that, she'll enact Black People Code of Conduct when it comes to conflict: mind her damn business.

"Ine in it," she mumbles. 

"...Hm?"

Althea grimaces when Chan's face contorts as if he's waking up. She shushes him softly and rubs his cheek with her thumb. 

"Nothin' baby...just stay asleep." Lord knows he needs it.

He seems to go back to sleep peacefully and nuzzles his head further into her chest. The tip of his nose brushes her sternum and his upper body weighs down on hers. Chan's got some muscle so he's a bit heavy on top of her. But she really doesn't want to ruin the moment by pushing him off. 

"Woman it too fuckin' early..."

"I give a shit?! Bring ya whorish daughter outchea so we could talk!"

Althea has never whipped her head so fast in her life. Unfortunately her quick movement had jerked Chan off her chest causing him to shoot up in surprise. He looks around rapid and tense before relaxing at the sight of Althea. He buries his head into her neck while wrapping his arms around her and Althea feels like an idiot for just realizing he's shirtless. 

The touch of his bare skin warms her and further encourages her disinterest to leave the bed. In fact she sighs in bliss while pulling him closer. His smile spreads across her skin as he hums.

"Morning gorgeous..." A man's voice shouldn't make her shudder like that. 

'How I ga leave when my man beside me like dis?!'

But of course Chan hears the arguing--it'd be questionable if he didn't--and raises his head concerned. Althea grumbles and hides her face in his hair. 

"The fuck?" Chan asks groggily.

"Ine know who out there but apparently dey callin' for me. And I curious but you and ya muscly muscles just had to pop out so I can't leave."

Althea feels the smirk before Chan's mischievous face appears. He props himself up above her and Althea couldn't help but take a slow glance down his body. Although the darkness of the blankets hides his lower half, there's enough light pouring into the room for her to see the sculpted art that is Christopher Bang's torso. 

His toned arms cage the space around her head and he looks straight into her eyes. Althea couldn't help the temptation of running her hand up his left bicep and gives a shy smile to the man. She's trying to ignore the unholy thoughts pouring in but the bulging veins makes it quite difficult to do so.