Chapter 2 (1/1)

"You think i'm hot?"

The words pulsed through your mind like a mantra. What the heck was this turn of events? Is it really a turn, hes just asking a question..

No, you knew Chris well enough that this wouldnt be happening without intention, it would never be this...tense..otherwise.

"Duh. You dont need to hear that from me dumbass, part of your job is literally modelling. Youre on the front cover of magazines, arent you like sponsored by a makeup brand do i really need to go further-"

Chris looked away shyly with a small swivel in his chair. Perhaps he was still not used to the compliments.

"Y/n I could barely care about those. That just tells me I meet a beauty standard. Some rule set by a bunch of people. Theyll see my face one day and forget it the next day. That really doesnt mean im hot, in my mind."

" In fact, its the shallowest impression of me.." Chan looks at you with the same sly eyes but with his tongue poking his cheek, a contrasting gesture.

Fuck was he mad? It was becoming even more difficult to decipher these foreign expressions, it was a shade of Chan you were upset he never showed, but excited by the unpredictability.

"Sorry Chris.."

"Oh no hey dont worry about it I was just speaking my mind." He tugs your wrist with a laugh, a sign that perhaps things could go back to normal.

Where you really that happy that things were returning to normal? Arent you kind of, curious?

"What did you want to hear from me then?""About what?""As an answer to like, why you're hot.."

More laughs. Chan pulls you a little, closer, now holding both of your wrists and moving them back and forth playfully. He looks up to meet your eyes with such a teasing but warmfilled look. What the fuck.

"Chriis, what are you doing?"

"Hold ooon, haha..ha."

"Chriiiiiiiisyyyyyy" you return his teasy voice despite being seriously curious.

But Chris doesnt make it easy, continuing to caress your wrist more tenderly now, and occasionally looking up again, this time, with so much anxiety rushing behind a smile. It panics you.

"Shit, are you alright-"

Chris immediately lets go of your wrists to sneak them around your waist, his head buried into your stomach. You could feel his smile muscles drop and relax, his breathing becoming heavy and slow.

"Sorry, give me a minut