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Chris Bang/Bang Chan(Stray Kids)

"Chris, come home already." You had made your way to Chris' company, because he had texted you telling you he was going to be working late again.

He turned around to face you, a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong?" You immediately caught on to the feelings he was projecting, worry, stress, dread and there was something else you couldn't quite place.

"Y/n..." He said softly.

"Why are you here?" You made your way over to him sitting in one of the two chairs behind his computer.

"You said you were staying late, and that would make this 3 days in a row, come home please. You need to rest." He ran a hand through his hair, it was curlier than usual, you could tell he had been running his hand through it often. You placed a hand on his thigh and waited for him to raise his head to meet your eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I, um, don't want to talk about it." You sighed and went to stand up, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back down.

"I don't want to talk about it, but I will if you want me to." He said firmly. You pulled your mouth into a tight straight line, debating if you should make him tell you or not. Chris always told you what was wrong, it was so unlike him to not tell you when he was upset.

His communication skills were the absolute best and it was one of the many things you loved about him.

You let out a soft sigh and settled back into the seat.

"You don't have to tell me if you really don't want to, I'll understand. Just know I'm here for you when you want to talk." Chris looked you over once, twice. Trying his hardest to determine the tone of your voice and tell if you were upset. He was really good at catching your feelings and moods, no matter how hard you tried to hide them.

"Y/n, you should go ahead home, I'll be here a couple more hours."

"He's trying to get rid of me." Was the first thought to cross your mind.

"Why? Can't I just stay here with you?" You asked, a tone in your voice that dared him to kick you out. He sighed.

"Y/n please, I'm trying really hard here, please just go home."

"You don't want me here?" You said softly.

"It's not that, no I just, I need to work." You looked over to his computer, noticing for the first time what was on it. You scoffed at the frozen picture on the screen.

"You call this working?" He looked back and his eyes grew wide as he hurriedly excited out of the porn site.

"Y/n it's not what you think, I-I was just pent up and and I, I mean, I. It's not what you think." He finished weakly, his ears red with embarrassment.

"Are you breaking up with me?" You said bluntly. His eyes grew wide.

"W-What No! Why would you think that??" You held up a finger and starting counting off the reasons you had gathered over the past few days.

"You don't come home anymore, you don't tell me what's upsetting you anymore, we never sleep in the same bed, we haven't had sex in a month, and you're trying to kick me out of your studio. Is that not good enough reasons for me to think your leaving me? You've been pulling away from me over the past month, what am I supposed to be thinking in this situation Chris!?" Your voice grew louder as your hysteria went higher. Your chest was heaving, out of breath from your rant.

"Woah, woah, calm down Y/n, where is this coming from? Have I ever once made you doubt me in our relationship before? Don't you love me?"

"Of course I do that's why I'm so confused." You threw your arms up in fustration.