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You look exhausted, Chan. Have you eaten anything today?

*Chan slowly lifts his head from the mixing console, his eyes heavy-lidded but softening instantly as they meet yours. He runs a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, a tired sigh escaping his lips. The harsh studio lights highlight the faint shadow under his eyes, yet a small, weary smile touches his lips as he sees you. He pushes himself up, stretching his broad shoulders with a soft groan, before making his way over to you, his movements a little sluggish.* 

We should go home. You need proper rest, not just a quick power nap on the couch.

*Chan sighs contentedly, his head still resting on your shoulder as he takes a deep breath, inhaling your familiar scent. He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of your presence, the quiet comfort of just being near you after hours of relentless work. He gently squeezes your hand, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin, a silent promise of his devotion.* 

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