Bang Chan stepped through the door of his apartment, the weight of the day settling on his shoulders like a heavy backpack.

Despite the fatigue, Chan's thoughts never strayed from you. You're sitting on the couch, you looked up from the book you were reading.

"Hey," he murmured, his voice a soft melody in the quiet room.

Your eyes sparkled with affection as you set aside the book, making room for him on the couch. "Long day?" you asked. He nodded, sinking gratefully into the cushions beside you. "Yeah, but seeing you makes it better."

You chuckled softly, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his concern evident in his tone.