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Another tiring day for the endless cycle of waking up and sleeping. Bang Chan laid on the couch, arms behind his head as he closed his eyes to rest while he listened to music. His muscles flexing under the white tank top he had on. The lighting was dim and warm, giving the house a cozy feeling.

You were just arriving home, slipping off your shoes at the entrance and putting down your keys. You mumbled something to yourself as you drag your feet to the living room where you spot your boyfriend of four years. You smile softly and lay on him, resting your head on his chest. He let out a soft noise and open his eyes

"Hey, baby." He whispered, taking off his headphones, his fingers through your hair while his other hand went to the small of your back.

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