The Shadow Of A Trainee | Bang Chan ?

Mirae's P.O.V

The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, and I woke up rubbing my eyes, feeling the warmth of the blankets still wrapped around me. As my vision cleared, I noticed Chan sitting at his desk, focused intently on his laptop. He was working on music again, headphones half-on, brows furrowed in concentration.

I smiled to myself, admiring the way he looked so passionate about what he loved. Quietly, I slipped out of bed and padded over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck from behind.

He startled slightly but then smiled, looking up at me.

"Good morning," I said softly before leaning down to kiss his hair.

"Good morning, my sunshine," he replied, turning his chair to face me and pulling me closer by my waist. His gaze was soft but playful, and his words made my cheeks heat up.

I glanced around, noticing how eerily quiet the dorm was. "Why is it so quiet? Oh no—" I gasped dramatically. "They're planning something I won't be happy about, aren't they?"

Chan laughed, holding onto my wrist as I tried to dart toward the door. "Relax, Mirae," he said, his tone full of amusement. "They all went out. Changbin and Jeongin are at the gym. Han, Lee Know, and Seungmin went to a café nearby, and Felix and Hyunjin went to the park. Something about painting and writing lyrics."

"Oh," I sighed, feeling relief wash over me. "Okay, then I'm going to shower and come back to eat breakfast with you."

I turned to leave again, but Chan grabbed my hand once more, spinning me around. "I don't want you to leave me, even for a second," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, I brought clothes for you to change into. You can shower in my bathroom."

My face flushed a deep red. "Seriously?"

He simply grinned and spun back to his laptop as if the conversation was over.

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After my shower, I stepped out of the bathroom, toweling my wet hair and glancing at the clothes Chan had left for me. My jaw dropped. It wasn't my pajamas but an oversized T-shirt that was far too big for me, reaching just above my knees and because I can not get out just in towel to grab my own clothes from the other room, there was no solution other than wearing it.

"Seriously, Chan?" I called out, exasperated. "I thought you brought me my pajamas, but you left this instead! I look like a clown."

Chan spun his chair around to see me, and the moment his eyes landed on me, his entire expression froze. His breath hitched, and his cheeks turned a vivid shade of pink. He looked like he'd seen a goddess descend from the heavens.

I kept talking, oblivious to his reaction, until I realized he wasn't listening.

"Chan? Hello?" I waved my hand, but before he could respond, he leaned too far back in his chair and tumbled to the floor with a loud crash.

I burst into laughter, rushing to his side. "Come on, pabo, get up!" I teased between fits of giggles.

His face was now as red as a tomato.

"Oh my God, even your ears are red!" I gasped, clutching my stomach as I doubled over in laughter.

Chan scrambled to his feet quickly, brushing himself off. His embarrassed expression shifted into a smirk, his tone dropping to a dangerously playful level. "That's all because you look so sexy in my clothes."

My laughter stopped instantly. "Chan. Don't."

But he stepped closer, and I instinctively backed away.