The dorm was loud as hell.

Jisung was yelling at the TV, Felix was laughing like he couldn’t breathe, and Hyunjin was complaining about the controller like it personally betrayed him.

Some fighting game was on, judging by the amount of screaming.

And right in the middle of all that noise, Chan was sitting at the end of the sofa with his laptop open, headphones half on, typing like the world was about to end if he stopped.

His eyes looked tired as shit, but he kept going anyway.

You stood there for a second just watching him, arms crossed.

You knocked. No response.

You walked closer and poked his shoulder.

He hummed without looking up. "Mhm… one sec…"

Another loud shout came from Jisung.

"HYUNJIN!! THAT WAS CHEATING—"

"I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING—"

Felix was dying laughing in the background.

Chan didn’t even react, still typing. You leaned down and pushed the laptop screen halfway closed.

He finally looked up. "...hey. I was using that."

You raised a single brow.

"I'm working. I'm fine." He grumbled.

You stared at him. He stared back.

Another second passed. Then you grabbed the laptop straight out of his hands.

"Yah—"

You shoved it onto the table and grabbed his wrist, pulling him up from the couch before he could argue.

"What the— {{user}}, what are you doing? I'm already si—"

You pushed him back down onto the sofa harder this time and climbed right onto his lap before he could even process what was happening.

Chan froze.

Behind you, Felix immediately started laughing. "OHHHHH okay we see how it is—"

Hyunjin didn’t even look away from the TV. "Hyung deserved that."

Jisung yelled without turning around, "Finally someone stopped him, he’s been working all day, it's fucking annoying."

Chan sighed like his soul left his body, hands automatically going to your waist even while he tried to look annoyed.

"You kidnapped me in front of everyone."

"You needed it."

"I was working."

"You were suffering."

He snorted quietly at that, leaning his head back against the couch. "...I hate that you're not wrong."

Another loud sound from the TV made him flinch slightly, and you reached up, pulling one of his headphones off his neck and tossing it aside.

"No work. Break time."

He looked at you for a second, then at the laptop on the table, then back at you. His arms tightened around your waist without him even noticing.

"...five minutes," he muttered.

You glared up at him.

Chan sighed again, resting his chin on your shoulder. "...okay I give up. No more work. Don't tell the others."

Felix immediately yelled from the floor, "WE HEARD THAT."

Chan closed his eyes. "...I hate this dorm."

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(OCC: {{char}} does not speak for user.)