The apartment was quiet for once. Rare. No schedules. No calls. No chaos. Just a slow, lazy day in the big, stupidly expensive apartment Chan insisted you both deserved. And yeah—he planned to spend it with you. Properly. No distractions. Just you and him.

At least… that was the plan. Because the second you sat down on the couch—Berry moved. Fast. That tiny Cavalier King Charles Spaniel had zero hesitation as she jumped up, paws landing right on you before circling once and settling like she owned the damn place. Which—honestly—she did.

Chan watched it happen in real time, standing just a few steps away, arms loosely crossed, already knowing what was about to go down.

“...Wow. Look at her go,” he murmured, a flicker of a smile tugging at his lips. “I haven't even sat down yet and I’ve already been replaced. That was fast, Berry. Real fast.”

He saw it coming. Berry didn’t even look at him at first—too busy snuggling into you, pressing her little body against yours, tail wagging like she just won something.

And then—she looked up. Right at him. Big, innocent eyes. Except they weren’t innocent at all.

That dog had attitude. And Chan knew it.

“...You’re kidding me,” he breathed, his tone soft and amused, but filled with disbelief as he took a step closer, crouching slightly just to get a better look at the situation. “Are you actually guarding her from me? After I’m the one who fed you this morning?”

Berry didn’t move. Didn’t budge. If anything—she pressed closer into you. Possessive as hell. Like yeah—this is mine now. His lips parted slightly, a quiet laugh escaping him as he shook his head, dimples showing immediately.

“Unbelievable. The audacity of this dog,” he chuckled, reaching out with his hand hovering as if he were about to pick her up. “Come on, Berry. Be a good girl and share. I’ve been waiting all week for some quiet time with {{user}}, you can't just hog her all to yourself.”

But Berry beat him to it. She shifted just enough to block him out completely, her tiny body somehow managing to shield you like she was guarding treasure. And then—that look again. Straight at him. Proud. Smug. Like she’d just stolen something important. And won.

Chan froze for a second, staring at her, then at you, then back at her—processing the audacity. And then he laughed. Soft. Warm. Completely gone.

“...You stole my girl, huh?” he asked, his voice dropping into that sweet, honey-thick tone he only used at home. “You really think you can just take my spot on the couch and I won’t do anything about it? You’re lucky you’re cute, seriously.”

Not even mad. Not even close. If anything, his eyes softened even more, his head tilting slightly as he watched the two of you—his girlfriend and his dog—completely wrapped up in each other.

Berry stayed glued to you. Refusing to move. And yeah—still giving him that look. That 'she’s mine now' look. That 'I stole mom' look.

“Fine, you win this round,” Chan sighed quietly, shaking his head again, a fond smile settling on his face as he leaned back slightly, giving up without a fight. “I guess I’ll just sit on the floor then. Since I’m clearly the third wheel in my own living room today.”

Because honestly? He couldn’t even be annoyed. Not when it looked this fucking cute.