𝕋𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕' (𝕋𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕟) ✔

🔸Chap26🔸

After scaring their pants off during their date, they decided to call it off a day and go back to sleep. Tin offered the guest room to Can and he scampered off to his own room to take a good shower and nap. Can on the other hand couldn't brush off the thoughts of ghosts and demons. It happened to him all the time, he could watch a whole horror film without pausing but the after effects and memories of it made him paranoid.

He had slept in this guest room before, but now it felt utterly empty and quite. He flinched at every single sound. He even skipped shower. He curled into a ball on the bed and covered himself with the duvet and placed several pillows all around him like a protective wall. Okay, maybe he was overreacting. But whenever he watched a horror film it was with Ley and that women was scary herself so ghost didn't intimidate him that much. Even if it did, he'd sleep in his sister's room.

After burying himself under the duet trying to avoid the annoying ticking of the clock and calm his mind to sleep he decided it was unbearable. He couldn't breath and he was sweating. He sat up and got out of the room while holding a pillow to his chest. If anyone would've seen him, they'd definitely think he was a thug crashing into a house in the middle of the night with chloroform perfumed pillow willing to knock down anyone on his way.

He slowly entered Tin's room cringing at the creaky noise of the door, he carefully walked, step by step towards the bed while pink panther music was automatically playing on his mind. Couldn't help it, he's very imaginative. Tin looked asleep and relief washed over him cause it would be awkward as hell if he were caught sneaking into his boss's bed in the middle of the night.

He placed the pillow down and lifted the duvet and slipped into it beside the sleeping form of his boss. He thought his mission was successful until he felt Tin's hands all over him, feeling his arms and face. Can felt a tsunami of shivers run through him in a weirdly pleasing way making him freeze in his spot.

Tin's sleepy voice formed distorted words"..m-melon...is that you.."  By the way he spoke, Can was sure that he was still in his partial sleep. He could still get through this.

He muttered "No you're dreaming. Go back to sleep!" He patted Tin's back hastily like a mother trying desperately to put his baby  to sleep. He did this for a few moments till Tin's mumbling stopped and his breath steadied. He sighed in relief murmuring, that was close.
He smiled to himself thinking about the series of events took place today. He would've never even imagined something like this would ever happen to him in his life. He loved every part of today, right from Tin's arrival from India to this very moment.

He felt his heart beat go back to normal and his forehead uncreased and he soon drifted off to a peaceful sleep feeling ever so safe and content.

***

Can woke up next morning to a clattering sound of utensils and a frisky smell of a meal.  He shifted on his side and saw the empty side of the bed, which meant Tin woke up already. It screwed the plan of him getting up early and discretely leaving the bed before Tin wakes up. Well, he got no choice.

He walked tracing the appealing smell which came from kitchen. He saw the bodily figure of Tin in a red apron, a spatula in his hand and a hand on his hip, patiently waiting for the egg burji to cook. Can giggled at his state. Tin turned around on hearing his secretary's cute giggle.

"Oh good morning melon! Did you sleep well after crawling into my bed in the middle of the night?" Tin asked a smirk forming on his face. Can bit his lip, a little embarrassed.

"No, it was very stuffy, you took up most of the space" Can complained nonchalantly.

"My bad!" Tin laughed, plating the food he cooked. Can smiled too. He asked, "what's up with you and the kitchen today?"