Trying to get through the work day was definitely a struggle with Changbin constantly being on your mind. Over your short lunch break you decide to text him.
Do you want to hang at my place instead?
I am very busy today but if you
are up to it, I will be done with work
around 9 and I can come over after?
You look down at your phone with excitement, nearly making a cheshire smile. How could it work out so perfectly?
That is completely fine with me.
You were not expecting that. 1. he said yes to coming to YOUR apartment and 2. at 9 o'clock at night. You have him all to your self.
After a seemingly long day at work, you find yourself rushing home to prepare for the arrival of Changbin, nearly 3 hours away. Though your apartment was fairly clean especially for how busy of a person you were, you still tried to cover the flaws and make it look spot less and perfect for the important guest.
A few thoughts at the back of your head keeps bringing attention to itself. Is it my lucky day? Does he feel the same?
Once you finished tidying your apartment, you headed to your bed room with about 30 minutes to spare. You can't help but to reach into your top drawer and grab a matching set of lace bra and underwear, and throw some comfortable, yet alluring shorts and t-shirt.
About an hour goes by and the man is no where to be seen. Had he fallen asleep?
Another hour, no call, no text, no sight of the busy man. Has he forgotten?
A familiar tone rings through the speaker of your door bell. With mood diminished and expectations low, you wallowed over to the door. Once open appeared a man with a box of pizza asking for forgiveness.
"I am so sorry, the studio took way longer than expected and there were a lot of people out tonight because of that show down the road. Please understand."
The pizza had already made you convinced and you welcomed the man inside.
He sets the pizza box down on to the coffee and takes his shoes off. He slides his leather jacket down his large shoulders exposing the small sleeves of his tank top. You were practically drooling.
"You don't have to stare" he chuckles
"Wha-What??, I wasn't staring"
"What ever you say, doll"
He throws his jacket onto the coat hooks and sits himself down onto the couch and releases a loud groan. You grab plates from the kitchen and hand him one and you both reach for some pizza.
"Being at the studio all day is so tiring, it is so hard to keep up with these deadlines when Han and Bangchan are always goofing around" he complains
"How long have you felt this way?"
"It has been like this ever since we started working together but it just keeps getting worse and worse"
"You need to stand up for yourself, you should have to deal with that and dread going to work"
"You're right" He sets down his plate and runs his fingers through his hair.
"I am glad you understand atleast, because when I bring up the problem to other people they make it seem like I am over exaggerating"
"No, I completely get how you feel, I understand"
He turns towards you and make eye contact for a split second and winks, and acts as if nothing ever happened.
You scoot up your chair to line up with the end of the couch he was laying down on and slowly run your fingers through his hair. He looks up to you, smiles, and pulls your head down into a kiss.
