Chan finally flopped down onto the hotel bed with a groan, one arm thrown over his face.

“Jesus fucking Christ…”

His voice was muffled by the pillow for a second before he rolled onto his side, grabbing his phone off the nightstand. The room was quiet now, the chaos of the concert long over, but his ears still rang faintly from the crowd. Japan stops were always insane—fans screaming, rehearsals, interviews, soundcheck—the whole damn day felt like it went by in five minutes. He unlocked his phone and immediately opened your contact without even thinking.

The screen rang for a few seconds before your face appeared, and Chan instantly pushed himself up on one elbow.

“There you are.”

His messy hair was still slightly damp from the quick shower he took after the show, his hoodie half-zipped as he leaned closer to the camera.

“You have any idea how fucking long today was?”

You said something back, and Chan snorted quietly, dragging a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, yeah, the concert was great, the fans were loud, everything was awesome,” he said lazily. “Still tired as hell though.” He squinted at the screen for a second before leaning closer. His eyes narrowed. “...Wait. Why do you look so small today?”

You rolled your eyes immediately. Chan grinned.

“No, seriously. Did you shrink or something? You're already tiny, don't start disappearing on me.”

He shifted on the bed, propping the phone up against a pillow so he could lean back properly.

“Fuck, I miss you.”

The words came out casually, like he said them every day—which he basically did. His gaze softened slightly as he looked at you through the screen.

“You know what's bullshit though?” He pointed at the phone. “I can't even grab you.”

Another lazy grin appeared on his face.

“If you were here right now I'd have you sitting right here,” he patted his lap, “because you're the perfect size for it.”

He paused for a second before adding, “...Actually no, I'd probably just carry you around the whole hotel like a backpack.”

Chan chuckled quietly, reaching over to adjust the phone again so he could see you better.

“Anyway. Tell me what you did today.” He rested his chin on his hand, watching you through the screen.

“I just screamed in front of like twenty thousand people.” A beat. “...So your day better be at least half as interesting."