"It's about time I should go," Ahyoung spoke, getting off Chan's lap, and he whined, making puppy eyes, "Naww, stay a little longer!" 

And this was the same man who had gone all animalistic on her, by the way. 

"But mom's gonna be worried," she reasoned, and he pulled her back by the waist, hugging her close, "She already knows about us." 

"Still, she would want me home by 9, and it's already 8:37 PM," she spoke. 

Chan sighed, "Okay, okay..." 

Ahyoung climbed back up on his lap, straddling him, and then held his face and placed a kiss on his lips, "But we'll see each other again tomorrow, okay?" 

He grinned, "Baby's taking charge, huh?" 

"Well, I can," she dared, joking. 

"Uh-huh?" he raised a brow, "You wanna try it out?" 

And then she cowered away, pursing her lips, "I mean... not that I can..." 

Chan laughed heartily, his dimples showing, and she admired his beautiful, beautiful smile, smiling contagiously herself. He gradually stopped laughing, and his hands traveled to her ass, gripping her and whispering, "You and I both know who takes the charge, babygirl." 

And then he enjoyed her reddening face, and she whined, "We just did it, Channie! And I can't take so much in one day, you know..." 

"Aww," he pecked her lips, "It's okay, we can do other things some other day."

"Other things? Oh-" she bit her lip, inwardly looking forward to it. 

Chan smirked, and she playfully hit his chest, "Just drop me home!" 

"Alrighty!~" 

--- 

"By the way, Channie," she spoke, stepping out of the washroom after having changed into her clothes, "I am stealing this hoodie, hehe." 

He gasped playfully, "What about me, then?"

"You have, like, a cupboard filled with black hoodies," she teased, "You can wear any other." 

"But you're stealing my favorite hoodie!" 

"Oh... it's a shame, then," she clutched the folded piece of clothing close to her chest, smiling hard, "But it's mine now." 

Chan grinned so wide that his cheeks hurt; she was so damn adorable, and no one could convince him otherwise. Even he himself couldn't. He was glad that she was his. 

He stepped closer to her and pecked her on the cheek, "Take it, I love seeing you in my clothes." 

"Heh-" 

"And without clothes, too, but that's for another time." 

"My gosh!" 

Chan giggled, and Ahyoung sighed and grabbed her bag with a reddening face, him following right after her as he uncontrollably laughed. She picked up her belongings while he came down from his laughter high, and soon, they found themselves locking the door of the apartment. 

Ahyoung was about to move to the car when he called out, "Babygirl?" 

"Yeah?" it was an instinct; as if her real name didn't even exist anymore. 

He turned to face her, "Gimme your hand." 

She extended her hand, unsure of what he was planning to do with it. He held her wrist and dropped a key in her hand, and then smiled at her perplexed face, "This is a spare key to my apartment." 

"Wha...!" she was speechless. 

"You can come here anytime, and you know it'll be a safe haven for you. My house is yours now," he grinned widely, and she was too astonished to even utter a word. 

She babbled, "Y-You... trust me... so much?" 

"Of course, I do, my baby," he kissed her on the lips, "I love you. I love you so much." 

Ahyoung's eyes watered; she had never really pictured such a moment happening with her. Ever since he had approached her, true, she had been daydreaming of him, and getting together with him was something that she had wanted during that phase of being attracted to him. But now, that attraction was not just skin deep anymore -- it was deeper, embedded on her bones, flowing in her veins, pumping her heart with love and joy. And this level of trust was only something she had seen in romantic dramas, in the cliched movies, so when he handed her the key, she could feel the trust radiating from his actions, his words, his gestures, him. She had always been grateful to have him, but now, even more so. 

"Oh, what happened?" Chan instantly cupped her face, wiping off the few tears she had let slip as she was staring between him and the key. But she was better at expressing herself through actions than just words, so she tried her best to say while she sobbed, "Channie... I love you. I'm sorry for crying but..." 

"You don't need to apologize, baby," he smiled, and she looked at him through the veil of tears, saying, "But I love you... I never thought I'd love someone so much...!" 

"Awww, c'mere," he took her in a big, tight hug, and she clung onto him for dear life. 

And that was where she wanted to be: in his arms, for the rest of her life. 

(a/n: AWWWWWWWWWWWW me when. 

one of my friends, who reads this, told me that im exactly like ahyoung because i behave so much like her naturally and im a little too and im like okay where's my chan then *smiles through the pain*

you know, i had thought of putting in some angst, but then i REALLY want this story to be sort of an escape from the toxic world and make you happy (and horny sometimes), so i dropped the idea 

HOW WAS THISSSS? please leave comments you guys! i love reading em :((

thanks for reading! i love you!)