#chen hazard

“Hey, baby,” you called out, eyes glued to your phone screen as you entered your apartment. You messily shut the door behind you and locked it, kicking off your shoes as you stood on the front stoop. “Isn’t there something important tonight?”

Jongdae was sitting on the couch, more like lounging, as half his body covered the cushions. One leg was on the couch and the other on the coffee table. He wasn’t even watching TV, he was reading a book.

He did, however, perk up at the sound of your voice. “What?”

You stopped scanning your calendar on your phone for a second to look up at him. He had pretty sexy bedhead and smudged eyeliner leftover from who knows what. “I asked if there was something important tonight. I feel like there is.”

Jongdae sat up properly on the couch, dog-earing the page of the book before tossing it onto the coffee table. “No, what did you call me?”

You shuffled into the house, glancing at your phone again. “Baby?”

Jongdae hummed in appreciation. “Yeah. I like that. C’mere, sweetheart. It’s been a while.”

You scoffed and instead went to the kitchen. “You come here. I’m starving. I swear though, there’s something I should’ve remember…”

Jongdae groaned in annoyance and hopped up from the couch, stretching his arms above his head and from your point in the kitchen you saw his v-line and happy trai revealed before covered by the cotton of his t-shirt. You shook the thoughts from your head and set your phone on the counter, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water.

Jongdae joined you shortly in the kitchen, bored like a cat needing stimulation. He was running his fingertips over the countertop. “I know what you’re forgetting. It’s kind of big.”

You gulped down the water in your glass quick, furrowing your brow. “What is it?”