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You just woke up from getting your wisdom teeth removed and Chan was supposed to pick you up and bring you home. You were still flying high and had incredibly swollen cheeks and a bloody mouth. He entered the room behind a nurse. "Miss Y/L/N, your boyfriend's here," she said, smiling brightly at you. You looked up at the person behind her and your heart skipped a beat. "That's not my boyfriend!" you exclaimed, your words muffled by the cotton in your mouth. Chan looked at you, bewildered, while the nurse grew suspicious.
"Babe, what are you talking about?" he asked, nervously shifting from foot to foot.
"You can't be my boyfriend. You're way too hot. No way I could have pulled this off," you mumbled. Both Chan and the nurse stared at you, dumbfounded.
"So... are you her boyfriend?" the nurse asked, uncertain.
"Yes! We've been together for two years! She's just still high," Chan explained, pulling out his phone to show the nurse pictures of you two together. After she verified your emergency contact information, confirming it was indeed Chan, she allowed him to take you home.
"Okay, come on, honey," Chan said, gently putting your arm around his neck and wrapping his arm around your waist.
"Where are we going?" you asked, barely able to keep your eyes open.
"We're going home," Chan replied, leading you outside to his car.
"Can we get a cheeseburger on the way?" you asked as he helped you into the passenger seat, fastening your seatbelt for you. He climbed in on the driver's side.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to eat a cheeseburger," he said, starting the car.
You looked at him, confused. "Listen, uhm... what's your name again? Well, it doesn't matter. Listen, hot guy. I want a cheeseburger really bad, so take me to a cheeseburger place," you demanded. Chan sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Babe, you can't eat a cheeseburger. You won't be able to chew it," he explained, trying not to laugh. Your lips began to tremble.
"But...," tears welled up in your eyes, "I really want a cheeseburger. Why are you so mean?" You started to sob.
"Hey... please don't cry. We'll get you a cheeseburger, okay? I'll blend it for you at home," he said, quickly driving into a McDonald's drive-thru. He finally handed you your beloved cheeseburger.
"Here. But remember, you can't eat it yet," he reminded you. You nodded, clutching the burger like it was a treasure.
"Thanks, hot guy," you said. When you got to your place, Chan helped you out of the car, practically carrying you inside since guarding that cheeseburger was your top priority and walking just came at second place. He placed you on your couch and stretched out his hand.
"Give it to me," he said.
You looked at him, shocked. "Are you going to steal it?" you asked suspiciously.
"No, I'm going to blend it for you so you can have cheeseburger juice," he replied. You reluctantly handed over the cheeseburger, remembering his promise. He disappeared into the kitchen, and you let yourself fall back on the couch.
"My mouth hurts," you whined loudly, but he couldn't hear you over the blender. Not long after, he returned with a glass of unappetizing juice.
"What's that?" you asked, wrinkling your nose.
"That's your cheeseburger," he said.
"Oh," you murmured, taking the glass from him. "You wanted this. Don't look at me like that," he said, sitting down next to you. "I need to get the cotton out of my mouth," you mumbled.
Chan sighed as you opened your mouth. "You're lucky I love you," he said, carefully removing the blood-soaked cotton from between your teeth. You attempted a smile, though it was more of a swollen grimace.
"The hot guy loves me," you giggled before starting to drink your cheeseburger juice. You finished it quickly, and he took the glass from you.
"Channie," you said, suddenly remembering his name as the high began to wear off.
"Yes, baby?" he asked, coming back from the kitchen.
"My mouth really hurts now," you mumbled.
"I'll get you a painkiller and then let's get you to bed, okay?" he said, gently brushing your hair back. You nodded slightly, and he returned moments later with a painkiller and water. You took the pill gratefully, and after you swallowed it, Chan helped you up.
"I can't walk anymore. I'm so tired," you whined.
Chan chuckled and lifted you up in one swift motion. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You're hot and strong," you said. Chan smiled, shaking his head.
"Whatever you're on... I want some too," he joked, carrying you to your bedroom and gently setting you down on your bed. "You wanna change into pajamas?" he asked, heading to your closet.
"No. It's too hot for pajamas. I wanna wear a shirt of my boyfriend... wait, you're my boyfriend. I wanna wear a shirt of yours," you mumbled. He laughed and grabbed a shirt of him from a nearby chair, helping you change and then tucking you into bed.
"Channie?" you asked, struggling to keep your eyes open.
"Yes, baby?" he replied.
"Can you just lay with me?" you mumbled. Before you fell asleep, you felt him slide under the blanket, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.
"That's so nice," you murmured as sleep finally took over you.
