"Please..." you whined softly, lazily twirling a strand of Bang Chan's hair between your fingers.

He sat hunched over his laptop, eyes glued to the screen as the soft click of keys filled the room. He was deep in his creative zone, working on a new track—something he said had to get done tonight. When you had asked for cuddles earlier, he had just mumbled a distracted, “Later, baby.”

But you didn’t want later. You wanted now.

With a playful pout, you walked over and spun his chair around to face you. He barely had time to react before you were climbing into his lap, arms draped around his shoulders.

"Pretty please..." you whispered, nuzzling into his neck. "Just a little break... just five minutes."