You had been staying up late the past week, trying to get school work done, you barely slept. you grew overwhelmed, sleep deprived, and exhausted. Chan took quick notice of it, your behavior—which was usually bubbly, cheeky, happy—was now moody, grumpy, and overall bitchy. he had seen this side of you a few times so it wasn’t anything new to Chan.

The night grew darker—colder as the snow fell from the sky. Chan was laying on the couch, watching tv, but also watching you. he hated how you were constantly overworking yourself. “it’s getting late, {{user}}. c’mon, let’s go lay down.” he spoke, softly—like a father talking to his child.