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The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow through the windows of Chan's apartment. You and Chan had spent the day lounging around, enjoying the rare time off together. You decided to prepare a simple dinner while Chan was engrossed in editing some music on his laptop in the living room.
You were in the kitchen, chopping vegetables, when you realized you needed to grab some spices from the pantry. With your mind elsewhere, you turned quickly, misjudging the narrow space and walking straight into the edge of the open pantry door.
"Fuck! That hurt!" you exclaimed, clutching your arm as the pain shot through it.
Chan's head snapped up from his laptop, eyes wide in shock. He had never heard you swear before, and the sudden, intense word caught him completely off guard. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he called, rushing over to the kitchen.
You were still rubbing your arm, a scowl on your face as you turned to him. "I just walked into the stupid door," you grumbled, your voice laced with frustration and pain.
Chan's initial concern was quickly replaced by a mix of surprise and something else—a flicker of appreciation. "Did you just swear?" he asked, his tone almost teasing.
You looked at him, feeling a bit sheepish. "Yeah, sorry about that. It just really hurt."
A slow grin spread across Chan's face, and he took a step closer, his eyes locked onto yours. "No need to apologize. I've just never heard you swear before. It's... unexpected."
You raised an eyebrow, trying to read his expression. "Unexpected in a bad way?"
Chan shook his head, his smile widening. "No, more like unexpected in a hot way," he said, his voice dropping slightly as he reached out to gently touch your arm where you'd bumped it.
You felt a warm flush spread through you at his words and the intensity in his gaze. "You think me swearing because I walked into a door is hot?" you asked, half-amused, half-intrigued.
He chuckled, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your arm. "I think seeing a different side of you is hot," he said honestly. "It's real, unfiltered. Plus, it's kind of badass."
You laughed softly, the pain in your arm dulling as you leaned into his touch. "Well, I'm glad you think so. But I'd rather not make a habit of walking into doors."
Chan grinned, pulling you into a gentle hug. "Agreed. Let me take care of that for you," he said, leading you to the couch.
He fetched an ice pack and carefully placed it on your arm, his touch tender and attentive. "There, that should help," he said, sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
You snuggled into him, feeling the warmth of his body and the comfort of his presence. "Thanks, Channie. And sorry again for the outburst."
He kissed the top of your head, his voice soft and affectionate. "No need to be sorry. Just be careful, okay?"
You nodded, feeling a sense of contentment as you rested against him. "I will."
As you sat together, the sun setting outside and the room bathed in a warm, golden light, you realized that even the unexpected moments—like swearing after walking into a door—could bring you closer. And with Chan by your side, every side of you was loved and appreciated, even the unfiltered, occasionally clumsy parts.
