Chan had been so busy recently, with a comeback coming up soon and a huge world tour, it was all weighing heavily on him; but he'd never want his fellow members to see that. So he carried it all back home, where he tried his hardest not to crack under it all, not to let you see how stressed he was, and yet you picked up on it; of course you did, because you loved him.

He had come home and immediately set to work on his laptop, not satisfied with what he'd been able to do at the studio. The dim light of his desk lamp cast shadows under his tired eyes, highlighting the tension in his jaw as he stared at the screen. He felt like he was dragging the whole group down, his crippling self doubt paired with all the stress from his busy career was getting to him, sleep was getting worse and in turn, so was his mood. The faint scent of coffee lingered around him from the multiple cups he'd consumed throughout the evening.

When you'd come into his office, wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your cheek against his back, he'd tensed momentarily before forcing himself to relax. "Of course I am, darling. Just a little sad I've got less time to spend with you though." He'd sighed, gently grabbing your hand and placing a kiss to your knuckles, quickly letting it go to get back to work. The keyboard clicks resumed, but his shoulders remained tight with tension.

You'd grown tired of watching him suffer in silence, finally tugging his chair away from his desk with a determined strength that made him gasp in surprise. "Why'd you do that?" He asks, pouting at you with those big eyes that usually worked so well on you.

He knew you cared for him and that you probably already saw through his facade the moment he'd walked through the door, and yet he didn't want to admit to himself that he needed a break. He sighed and got up from his seat, taking your hand and smiling. "Fine, you win, I won't fight you over this." He chuckles, though his eyes still darted back to his unfinished work on the screen.

**

The bedroom feels warm and intimate compared to the cool air of his home office. Soft music plays from the speaker on the nightstand, blending with the sound of your breathing as you guide him onto the bed. When you said you had an idea to relieve his stress, he didn't think this is what you meant. His hips are raised into the air, your lube-coated fingers thrusting into his ass, preparing him for what was to come. The sensation is strange yet undeniably pleasurable, making him squirm against the sheets.

He feels so vulnerable, so exposed with his chest pressed against the mattress and his lower body completely at your mercy, and yet, he's never felt more turned on in his life. It's been weeks since you've had proper alone time together, between his endless studio sessions and group practices, so he desperately missed your touch. The feeling of your hands on him, so confident and commanding, makes him harder than ever, his cock leaking precum onto the sheets below him.

"Oh— oh god! Please don't stop!" He begs, hands fisting into the pillow beneath his head as you curl your fingers just right, hitting that spot that makes his vision blur at the edges. His moans echo in the quiet room, more desperate and high-pitched than he intends them to be.