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it was around two in the morning and you had just woken up from your slumber. this had forced its way into your routine. you’d fall sleep around nine, alone, wake up in the middle of the night, alone, then wake up at seven in the morning to the front door closing as chan would leave for the studio, once again leaving you, alone. then repeat. the only times he was home at this point was to sleep, and even that wasn’t for only a few hours. you had been with chan before he had even debuted with his team, you knew chan while he was still a trainee at jyp. but you realized the more chan’s career flurrished the quicker your relationship fell apart. the saddest part is by the time you noticed the two of you’s decaying relationship, it was too late. you and chan barely talked. you barely had sex. the two of you were as close as strangers. before you had chan had a healthy sex life. the way he could make you forgot your name as he fucked you. the way he’d moan your name as he thrusted inside of you. it had been months since he had even touched you. you’ve tried pleasing yourself, but nothing could replace chan. you felt like such a whore. sobbing at how you’d never be satisfied. you could see your relationship with chan shattering into pieces, and you were thinking about sex. but you’d also miss his touch. not just sexually, but in general. the way he’s hug you from behind whenever you’d cook. the way he’s hold your hand in public, not caring about the cameras that would take pictures of the two of you. the way he’d show you off to the world. his post-sex cuddles. it was two in the morning and you were sobbing. sobbing became part of your routine, it felt like. you heard the front door open, along with the jingling of keys. chan. you violent started wiping your eyes, trying to stop your tears but it was too late. your tears needed to come out and they wouldn’t stop. “fuck! just stop crying,” you shouted to yourself in a whisper. the door to your room stopped your audible sobs, as you became stiff. you heard the boy sigh heavily as a soft dropping of a bag followed. you had your eyes open as you let the tears flow, unable to resist. chan had gone to the other side of the bed where he could finally see you, though it was dark, somehow he could still see you. “y/n?” he immediately got in the bed and hugged you and he placed his chin on the top of your head. you craved his touch. his warm embrace felt like it completed you. just one touch from his arms restored your hope. maybe you two could make it. maybe you could glue the broken pieces back together. maybe it wasn’t too late, “what happened? are you okay?” he spoke as he pulled his head from yours, gently placing his finger under your chin, softly lifting up as to make you face him. “n-nothing, i-i just missed you,” you managed to choke out through your heavy sobs. “it’s okay, baby, i’m here now. i’m sorry i’ve been so busy. i love you so much” he spoke in a hurry as his grasp on you tighten, you pressed your head onto his chest as you felt your sobs calm at the pace at his heartbeat. despite his rapid heartrate, it calmed you. it let you know that he cared. the two of you fell asleep like that, in each other’s arms. listening to the two of you’s quiet sobs. listening to each other’s soft heartbeats. listening to how they melded together. maybe this was your chance. your chance to fix the broken pieces.