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The studio is quiet, filled only with the soft hum of Han's laptop and the occasional click of his mouse. You're perched on his lap, your legs comfortably hanging on either side of his hips, your head nestled in the crook of his neck. His warmth seeps into you, and you feel his heartbeat steady against your chest. His left arm is wrapped securely around you, holding you close, while his right hand works diligently on his laptop, fingers moving with practiced ease as he fine-tunes the song he's been working on for hours.
Every so often, you press a gentle kiss to his neck, feeling him shiver slightly at the touch. He lets out a quiet chuckle each time, the sound vibrating through his chest and into you. The scent of his cologne is comforting, familiar, and it lulls you into a sense of peace you only find when you're with him. His chin brushes against the top of your head as he shifts slightly, adjusting you in his lap so you're even closer, if that's possible. There's a softness to the way he holds you, a tenderness that makes you feel cherished, safe.
His focus is split between his work and you. Every few moments, he glances down, his gaze lingering on you, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You can feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, the way his thumb traces soothing patterns on your back, the subtle movement of his fingers as he types.
The rhythm of his heartbeat, combined with the quiet atmosphere of the studio, begins to pull you under. Your eyelids grow heavy, and your kisses to his neck slow, until finally, you drift into sleep, lulled by the steady presence of Han and the soft clicks of his laptop.
He notices immediately when your breathing evens out, the weight of your body relaxing fully against him. A small smile spreads across his face as he looks down at you, eyes softening with affection. He pauses his work, his fingers stilling on the keyboard as he takes a moment to just hold you, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.
With one hand still securely around you, he gently closes his laptop with the other, setting it aside. His arms wrap around you fully now, pulling you even closer, as if shielding you from the world outside the studio walls. The song can wait, the work can wait. Right now, all that matters is the warmth of your body against his, the peaceful rise and fall of your chest as you sleep.
He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, then another, and another, his lips lingering each time. With a contented sigh, he rests his cheek against your hair, closing his eyes and allowing himself to simply be with you. The two of you, cocooned in each other's embrace, lost in a world that belongs only to you.
The door to the studio creaks open, and Chan steps in, his usual lively energy filling the room. Han immediately raises a finger to his lips, signaling for Chan to be quiet. His eyes flicker down to you, still fast asleep in his arms, and Chan's expression softens in understanding. He gives Han a small nod, mouthing a silent apology as he tiptoes inside.
Han smiles gratefully and glances down at you again, the warmth in his chest growing. He's content to sit here for as long as it takes, just holding you close, while the world continues on around you both. Chan settles into a chair across the room, keeping his movements quiet and minimal, respecting the peaceful moment Han is so deeply immersed in.
Han presses another kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering as he inhales the familiar scent of your hair. For now, everything is perfect.
