dream a little dream of me...
...the one where chan arrives home just in time to kiss you to sleep.
chan and his big feet try hard, but they're never really quiet. you hear him before the door clicks like it’s trying not to wake the house. considering the house has you and a little black cat inside, it's already up.
you roll over, one eye barely open, the other still dreaming.
there's a rustle, a sigh, the sound of a jacket hitting the back of the chair, a whispered swear under his breath when he hits his toe against a piece of furniture. classic chan.
he enters the space where you lie and immediately steps into the bathroom, fresh clothes tucked under his arm. the shower starts with a soft spray, steam curling under the door like it's saying hi. like it's chan's way of saying he missed you.
you let your arm flop across the empty side of the bed.
warm now, because you always leave the blanket turned down for him.
like: come home soon, okay?
he does. eventually. because home means you.
he pads into the room with damp hair and tired bones and that goofy boyish smile that shows up just for you because he knows you're awake.
“hello, mysterious lump in my bed,” he whispers with a giggle.
“are you accepting snuggles or are you strictly here to haunt me?”
you stretch one arm out without opening your eyes.
“compliments. forehead kisses. percy.”
the black cat, as if summoned, meows sleepily from the foot of the bed. the kind of meow that says he's disappointed by chan's attempt at keeping it down when he entered the house.
“betrayed by my own son.”
you giggle, and that’s all it takes for him to crawl under the covers, a little cold and a whole lot adorable, wrapping himself around you like a sloth that missed you all day.
“why do your toes feel like icicles?” you mumble, letting him settle into you.
“because i walked through the tundra to get to you.”
“baby, you parked in the garage.”
“emotionally, it was a tundra.”
you let him press his face into your neck and inhale dramatically.
“you smell like the lavender detergent," you mumble without having to sniff him closely.
“you smell like sleep and the leftover scent of your conditioner. and love. and also possibly… cat fur?”
“he sheds when he’s proud,” you yawn before kissing chan lazily. “you should’ve told him he was handsome.”
“i did. he blinked at me slowly. i think i’m forgiven for the tuna thing from monday," he mumbles against your lips, very dedicated to the kiss and telling you about percy's recent behaviour towards him.
chan shifts closer, lips now brushing the shell of your ear.
“did you miss me or just the foot warmer function?”
“mostly the foot warmer. but also your stupid jokes. and your arms. and that thing where you kiss my shoulder like it’s the most interesting place in the world.”
he kisses your shoulder now, slow.
“it is the most interesting place in the world. all the best dreams start there.”
you giggle again, sleepy and full of that dumb, glowing joy that makes your chest feel fizzy.
he rubs your back lazily, half a circle, then stops before kissing the corner of your mouth.
“i told hyunjin i missed your laugh and he told me to write a poem about it and sell it on etsy.”
“i would buy that. do you think it comes with a scented candle?”, you ask against his lips.
“probably in the scent of ‘emotional stability and forehead kisses.’”
“i love you all silly and tired like this.” you whisper, sinking into him as your words start to slur with sleep.
he smiles into your hair, kissing your hairline now. god, this man and his kisses will be the death of you.
“same. now go to sleep before i start reciting sonnets in my worst australian accent.”
you snort, already half gone.
outside, the city hums like background music.
inside, he holds you like a pillow he never wants to give back.
and just before you drift completely, you hear him say, quiet and grinning:
“goodnight, lovebug. dream a little dream of me. featuring lots of making out. and percy.”
you fall asleep with a smile. like you always do when you're in his arms.
