"Baby c’mon it’s been a whole week!" Chan whined into his phone after hearing you refuse to see him three times in a row.

It was the middle of November, which meant exams for an entire week. You had been adamant on your work, you were almost failing Econ classes and this couldn’t be happening already! Therefore since last week you hadn’t hung out with your boyfriend, Chan, at all. The guy had decided a few weeks ago he’d be bulking—again—for a while, and God forbid a girl is down bad for her man’s bigger frame and absolute divine strength when bulking season comes around. Seeing him getting bigger and bigger every week had got you feeling like a Victorian man witnessing ankles for the first time. Or a female bird, whatever fits best. Anyway, Chan wasn’t very happy about his dearest girlfriend—his baby love, his cutie pie, his adorable little angel—literally blocking him from seeing her. No cuddles for a week? He was going insane. That’s it, he’d turn into a crazy man and probably rob a bank out of desperation. The man was down bad.

So here he was, spamming your phone with calls, and you had answered on the 51th! Your adorable tired voice—shit, you had fallen asleep on your laptop—answering him, and Chan could picture your little brows marking your frustration, and god he wanted to see you so damn much.

"Baby please, I’ll be good, angel. I’ll behave, jus’ wanna see you for a bit. Miss you so damn bad, baby love."