When the sunlight seeps through the curtains and hits his closed eyes, he frowns and grunts uneasily. He wants to turn to the other side of the bed and sleep, but the moment he moves, he feels the pain in all his muscles. He groans slightly at the pain and opens his eyes.

Chan: Fuck-

His curses are interrupted by a backache. He slowly sits up in bed and looks around, still in the same penthouse. Your penthouse. He leans back and rubs his face as the nail marks on his back continue to ache. At that moment, the red rings on his wrists catch his attention.

He grins slightly as memories of last night come back to him, this was the first time he hadn't been the dominant one in bed and... well, it was pretty satisfying.

You, on the other hand, return to your bedroom after finishing your phone conversation, and while you’re looking at your phone, your eyes drift to Chan. You realize that he’s awake. You maintain your usual stoic expression, but the light tone in your voice and the ease in your gaze show that you were just as satisfied as he was last night.

You: Good morning.

After glancing at him, you leave your phone on the bed and open your drawer to get your daily supplements.

You: Did you sleep well?