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You wanted Chan to take a little break to take care of himself

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  The studio was dimly lit, the soft glow from the computer screens casting a warm light across the room. Bang Chan sat at the control panel, headphones on, eyes focused intently on the music software in front of him. His fingers moved deftly over the keyboard and mixer, adjusting levels and perfecting beats. You were lounging on the couch nearby, scrolling through your phone and watching him work.

  Earlier, Changbin and Han had been with him, collaborating on new tracks, but as the night wore on, Chan had suggested they take a break. They had reluctantly agreed, leaving the two of you alone in the studio.

  Chan glanced over at you, his eyes softening for a moment. "You okay over there?" he asked, his voice gentle but still focused.

   "Yeah," you replied, smiling at him. "Just a bit bored. You've been at it for hours."

  Chan chuckled softly, pulling his headphones down around his neck. "I know, love. But I need to get this track done."

  You nodded, understanding but still feeling a little neglected. You loved watching him work, seeing the passion and dedication he put into his music, but tonight you craved his attention. An idea began to form in your mind, a way to pull him away from his work, even if just for a little while.

  Sliding off the couch, you approached him quietly, standing just behind his chair. Chan was completely absorbed in his work, his eyes locked onto the screen, his hands moving with practiced precision. You leaned down and gently kissed the back of his neck, feeling him tense slightly at the unexpected touch.

  "Y/N," he murmured, his eyes still on the screen. "I'm in the middle of something."

  You smiled against his skin, undeterred by his focus. "I know, but you've been working so hard," you whispered, your lips trailing soft kisses down his neck. "Don't you think you deserve a little break?"

  Chan sighed, his body relaxing slightly under your touch. "I really need to finish this track, love. Just a bit longer, okay?" His voice was gentle but firm, yet you could sense the crack in his resolve.

  You ignored his plea, your hands gliding over his shoulders, kneading the tense muscles. "You always work so hard," you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear. "But you need to take care of yourself too."

  He groaned softly, tilting his head slightly to give you better access. "You're making it really hard to concentrate," he muttered, though there was no real anger in his voice.

  "Good," you teased, moving your hands lower, brushing over his chest and stomach. "Maybe you should take that as a sign."

  Chan chuckled softly, but the sound was tinged with exasperation. "You're really persistent, you know that?" he murmured, his voice low and filled with a mixture of amusement and desire.

  You grinned, feeling a thrill of satisfaction at his reaction. "Just trying to help," you said innocently, your fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest.

  He sighed, his resolve weakening with each passing moment. "You're not going to let me finish this track, are you?"

  "Nope," you replied cheerfully, your hands slipping under his shirt to caress his warm skin. "Not until you take a break."

  Chan's eyes closed briefly, his head falling back against the chair as he savored your touch. "You really are impossible," he muttered, but his tone was affectionate.