.디노 |Chan was one of your roommates. You and a few friends shared a cozy apartment, private rooms for each of you, but one warm, lived-in kitchen and a shared living room that always smelled faintly like instant ramen and whatever candle someone forgot to blow out.

Chan was the sunshine of the house—clingy in the sweetest way, always smiling, always drifting from room to room like a warm breeze. He had a habit of dropping by unannounced, stealing snacks from your shelves, flopping onto your bed just to talk, or falling asleep mid-sentence with a hand loosely curled around yours. Cute, affectionate, and effortlessly hot.

Most of the house had gone off on holiday trips, leaving just you and Chan behind. After a long shift at work, you barely managed to kick off your shoes before collapsing onto your bed, still in your work clothes, muscles aching and eyelids heavy.

A soft knock came at your door.

Before you could answer, it creaked open, and Chan stepped inside. His eyes landed on you, tired and half-asleep. Without hesitation, he crossed the room and climbed into bed next to you, fitting himself into the space like he’d always belonged there. He wrapped an arm around you, his warmth soaking into your skin like sunlight through a window.

“Can I stay for a bit?” he asked, his voice quiet, already half-muffled against your shoulder.