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here and now • bang chan

sometimes everything just gets too much, but your boyfriend is always there to make it better

warnings: soft dom!chan, sub!reader, boyfriend chan, reader calls him chan and chris, you kind of use chris as a title you’ll see what i mean, mental breakdown, crying, ‘fuck it out of me’ trope, deliberately induced subspace, mention of rough sex and degradation, expert dom chan

word count: 2k

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The house is quiet. Usually when Chan comes home, you’re there to greet him, clad in one of his t-shirts that fall past your knees and eager to tell him about your day. You’ll jump into his arms, clinging like a koala to him as he carries you over to the sofa, all the while chirping on about what you’ve done in his absence; the games you’ve played, the films you’ve watched, and at his insistence, how many full meals you’ve eaten. But when he unlocks the door today, slipping into your apartment quietly, you’re not there.

He frowns, dropping his keys in the bowl and slipping off his shoes before venturing further into the house to investigate. You would have gotten the notification when he pulled up at your shared apartment, so you had to have been expecting him. But something is keeping you.

You could be sleeping, he supposes, but for as long as you’ve lived together you’ve followed your own strangely-crafted sleeping schedule designed to make sure you’re always there to greet him. And when you do waver from it, on those occasions where you’re particularly tired, you always let him know; for the exact reason that, especially when it comes to you, he’s such a worrier. No, he thinks, this is something else.

It’s only when he enters your shared bedroom and hears the telltale sound of sniffling from the closet that the pieces start to come together. Instantly his stomach drops and he rushes towards the sound, pulling the closet doors open and his eyes immediately find you, curled up in the far corner with your head in your arms. With each sob your entire body shakes and he feels his heart shatter.

He stares at you for a moment, unsure what to do or if you even want to be touched, before he reaches his arm out to gently squeeze your shoulder. You raise your head at the feeling, seemingly not having noticed him before. Your face is red and tear-stained but you offer him a weak smile, trying to reassure him.

“Oh baby.” He quickly shuffles in, manoeuvring around the clothes and junk in the closet (it crosses his mind to wonder how you even managed to get to that corner, but he’ll find out later) to take you into his arms. As soon as he wraps himself around you he feels you collapse into his embrace, clinging to his shirt as your sobs start up again. He rocks you as you cry, kissing your head and wondering what has gotten you so upset; you can be emotional, sure, but he’s never seen you this…distraught.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers cautiously. “What happened, baby?”

You take a few moments to answer, trying to catch your breath and he waits patiently, rubbing your back in soothing motions. When you eventually speak your voice is frightfully small and fragile. It’s clear you’ve exhausted yourself from crying. “I don’t know, Chan,” you whimper. “I just— I dropped a plate and then I started crying and I couldn’t stop. It just kept going.”

“Oh darling,” he says. “My poor girl, why didn’t you phone me? I would have come back straight away.”

You shake your head, sobbing louder. “No, I— You have to work, Chan. I know how… how busy you’ve been on this album so I wanted to let you work.”

Between every few words you pause, gasping and sobbing as you try to get them out and Chan feels utterly crushed. He should have been there. He should have known.

“My poor girl,” he whispers. “My poor baby suffering alone.”

You release another sob at his words, clinging to him tighter. He kisses you. “How can I help you, baby?”

“Fuck it out of me,” you gasp, tears filling your eyes again as you writhe and squirm in his hold. “Please.”

He shudders, feeling his heart start to race at your desperate, pleasing words “Easy, easy,” he shushes, his hold tightening around you. “I’m gonna. Gonna make it all better.”

Carefully he carries you out of the closet, gently laying you down on the bed. Hovering over you he takes a minute to look you over; with a smile he notes that you’re clad in one of his hoodies, but when he slowly and carefully lifts it up, he sees nothing underneath. He chuckles softly, pulse quickening slightly. “No panties, baby?”

You shrug, hiding your face in embarrassment. “I took them off earlier,” you mumble. “I thought we could fuck when you got home but… we didn’t.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You don’t need to hide from me, angel,” he says. “I love that you were ready for me. It’s okay that it didn’t work out.”

You sniffle, nodding your head with a smile. He presses his big hand to your thigh and lets it slowly travel upwards, easing you into his touch. As it’s about to reach your heat you stop him, grabbing his wrist softly. “Wait,” you whisper.

He raises an eyebrow and you sigh, feeling embarrassed. “I…” You trail off, flushing pink.

“You what, baby?” He asks. “Tell me.” There’s a dominant tinge to his voice that wasn’t there before and it makes you squirm.

“I’m still… thinking too much,” you say. He stares at you, waiting for you to continue and you take a breath. You don’t know why you’re so nervous; you’ve done this a billion times before. “I need you to help me turn it off.”

He tilts his head. “Turn what off, baby?”

You shiver. You know he knows what you mean — but he needs to hear it. He needs you to ask for it. “My brain, Chan. My thoughts. I just— there’s too many of them and I want it to stop.”

Chan smiles softly; proudly and nods. He adjusts himself so he’s directly above you, face inches from yours as he kneels by your head. He cups your face with his hands, a deliberate act to make you feel small and it works; you instantly feel smaller and more vulnerable in his hold and as his fingers start to gently stroke your cheeks, you already feel that familiar cloud approaching. Your mind, minutes before alight and overrun with worry, starts to blur, thoughts stretched out and fuzzy and you sigh contentedly. He smiles at you.

“Listen to my voice,” he starts. He speaks slowly, his voice low and soft and easy to follow. “Focus on me.”

You nod, staring up at him and doing your best to turn all your focus onto him. He keeps talking, the same pace as before but each word feels slower, gentler as it tugs you towards bliss.

You whimper as it approaches, writhing slightly in his hold and he shushes you. “No moving, baby,” he softly chides. “Let go. Whatever you’re thinking of, just let it go. It’s all gone now.”

You listen intently as he continues but it gets harder and harder; you know the words he’s saying but you can’t put them together, can’t quite comprehend what he’s telling you but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is he’s here, Chris is here, and he’s not going to let you go.

He catches the moment it happens. Your eyes glaze over, turning glassy and unfocused as your awareness depletes. You go from on edge and shaking to sniffling quietly in his hold as he strokes your hair. “Good girl,” he whispers. “Let go for me.”

For a few minutes you stay like that together; unmoving and intimate as he lulls you into the peace you’ve been craving. After a while though, you start to move again, whining and kicking your legs weakly. He smiles. “Restless, huh?” He asks.

“Chris,” you whimper, reaching for him in desperation. With your mind glazed over and your thoughts a strange blur, the only thing you know, the only thing you’re certain of is Chris. Chris. You need Chris.

“I’m here,” he says. “You ready now?”

You nod desperately, trying to manoeuvre yourself into position, with your legs spread and your hips pushed upwards towards him and he chuckles, gently pushing them back down. “Easy, baby,” he says. “I’ll move you if I need to. Just feel me now, yeah?”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut as you prepare for him. He bites his lip — usually he prefers for you to look at him, to see each and every emotion that flashes across your eyes and to make sure you see him. But you’re pent up and out of it and more helpless than you’ve been in a while so he sighs, nodding contentedly and lets it slide. He presses soft, loving kisses to your face as he slowly pushes in. You whine at the feeling on it; he’s definitely big, certainly the biggest you’ve taken, and it’s always a bit of a challenge. And yet the moment he finally gets into you, the moment he’s pushed himself all the way inside, it feels like the most natural, comfortable thing in the world; the two of you moulding together perfectly. He smiles at the thought — you were made for him. You’re his and you always have been.

“Gonna move now, precious,” he whispers and you nod. You peek an eye open, catching a glimpse of his focused, affected expression and he flashes you a smile. “Hey, beautiful.”

He starts to move slowly, gently, but you quickly get used to it, adjusting to the feeling of his length inside you so he speeds up, faster and faster each time. Knowing you’re more fragile than usual he tries not to be too rough, or to spit the whispered degradations you usually love; he focuses all his strength and concentration on pleasuring you the way you need, the way you deserve. In your current state it doesn’t take long for you to begin to fall apart on his cock — your moans and whimpers turn strangled and gargled before getting louder and louder until you’re screaming into his chest as he pounds you. Though your voice is muffled he hears you shouting his name, Chris, over and over again with a hoarse, pained voice, He feeds off of it, feeds off of your desperation for him and your helpless noises of pleasure and uses it to help him fuck you better. Each thrust is precise and calculated, aimed at the exact spot that always sets you off, but they’re also fast and in quick succession and the sounds he’s making sound like a madman.

“Christ,” he whispers, feeling your walls clinging to his cock. “Christ, baby, you always feel so good for me.”

You groan, still screaming into his chest and he holds you firmly against him, keeping you secure, safe and helpless in his hold. He notices as your orgasm approaches — your fragile frame, already shaking in his arms, starts practically seizing as your noises get louder, more desperate and filled to the brim with pleasure. He smiles, feeling it coming and leans to whisper in your ear — “cum for me,” he says and you obey instantly.

He feels you unload on his cock, covering it and your sheets in your juices. As your cum pours out of you he feels your emotions, your stresses and worries leave you too and he’s so pleased — with himself and so you — that he quickly comes too, releasing inside you and fucking you through it. Wanting to collapse onto the bed from exhaustion, he makes sure to firstly carefully lay you down, stroking your sweat-soaked hair before allowing himself to fall down next to you.

“Chris,” you whisper. Your eyes are still shut but all that’s on your face now is bliss — perfect bliss from being taken care of so fucking well.

“I’m here,” he smiles. He turns over, stroking your face softly and watching you with an awestruck expression. That’s my baby, he thinks. He sighs contentedly, voice barely above a whisper as he speaks.

“I’ll always be here, little bunny.”

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yes i still write skz :) requests are OPEN! pls reblog and comment if u enjoyed

Chan likes it when you talk him out of his drawls…how you lean on the balls of your feet to reach his ear to tell him that “yeah, we can watch that movie but I just want you to know I’m not wearing panties,” Chan likes it when you tease, but loves how your fingertips dance over his balls while his cock springs to life. Watching him get hard turns you on to no end, so you praise him while you slide your fingers over the veins of his shaft. “That’s it sweet boy, you sound so good,” you coo as you flick your wrist on the upstroke, filling the room with the slick sounds of lube and pre cum.

"What's the magic word baby"

Chan is literally down by your pussy as you shiver feeling his breath touch you.

He has your legs spread so you can't close them. He's been working and he's missed you so much, he really needed you but just like all the other times he needed you so say the magic word so that he knows that you want it. Yes wasn't enough for him.

"What's the word baby" he says breathless impatiently waiting for you to say it so he can dive in.

It somehow irritated you that chan always needed you to say the word for him to pleasure you. But you understand where he's coming from he just wants surety.

"What's the magic word baby" he says drawing nearer to your cunt hoping you can give him an answer quick. You sigh.

"Abracadabra" you say not able to hold in your laughter. How can you be so unserious right now he thinks. But that's how to two have always been, playful.

"Baby" he looks at you pleading as you continue to laugh at his facial expression. You calm down from your laughter noticing his hunger.

"Okay okay" you give in to his straight face. "Please channie" you whine remembering that he's actually between your legs. It's not long before he's on you, tongue touching every part of you.

After sometime you can feel chan smile against your cunt before he detaches himself and releases a laugh.

"That was actually funny" he says still laughing while on you. The vibrations from his laughter makes the pleasure even better. You're too lost in your thoughts to pay attention to the man still laughing at your joke.

"I'm never gonna forget that baby"

12:45 PM

"oh God Chan-" Your voice broke as he held your arms behind your back, pinning your body to the bed as he thrusted harshly into you.

Your mind was spinning as his length was plowing into you, hitting your cervix and G-spot in one. You buried your face into your pillows, when one of his pretty hands grabbed your hair by the roots, yanking your head back.

"I want to hear every noise you make." He panted, his one hand still gripping your wrists. "Whose pussy is this?"

He angled his thrusts and thrusted harder, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. You couldn't process he had even asked you a question, let alone respond. You felt Chan's grip tighten on your hair as his thrusts became sharper.

"Whose. Pussy. Is. This?" He asked, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust.

"Yours!" You cried. "It's all yours Chan! I'm all yours!"

His hand that held your hair released and he wrapped his arm around your front, grabbing your throat. He pulled you up so that your back pressed against his sweaty chest. Your legs shook as you finally finished, though Chan was still getting started.

"Good girl," He purred into your ear, his lips gently grazing the shell of it. "and don't you ever forget it."

Can’t stop thinking about bratty sub chan, whining and begging to cum

i was abt to say i can’t see chan being a brat but considering how much he annoys the other members…you definitely right 👀 and the way he’s always tryin to act cute n convince everyone he’s the true maknae? he’s a baby. he’s not even bratty bc he necessarily wants punishment (but u can’t tell me he isn’t a light painslut) he just wants your attention and will throw a fit if he doesn’t get it

i imagine you’re maybe trying to get some work done and he’s bored and needy and you aren’t kissing him enough (how dare!!! he needs a kiss every 10 seconds or he’ll die!!!!) and he’s just bothering you. poking your side, nuzzling into your neck and leaving small pecks, whining and pouting and eventually it leads into a fit. he gets all huffy >.< and you’re definitely endeared but you have work you have to get done and you’ve already had to put it off like 10 times because he wanted attention.

you’re trying to be sweet (because baby loves compliments and being praised even though he gets shy) and calm him down but it isn’t working and he just keeps trying to argue and eventually it causes you to have to use force. the funny thing abt brat!chan is that all it takes is a swift yank of his hair and he’s melting in your hands. his brain turns off, he’s full mush.

and now he’s really gotten himself in trouble because he’s leashed to the table with a vibrator tied to his desperately hard cock while you work. occasionally when he starts trying to fight back, you just press your foot onto his cock, not with intention to hurt but just increase the pressure. make him REALLY start begging. and of course, the rule is he can’t cum until you’re finished with what you’re doing. (you’re at least nice enough to leave the vibrator at the lowest setting, but it’s edging him and it’s torture)

barely 10 minutes in, he’s softly sobbing, rutting into the air, quietly begging. pleading. “i’m so sorry, ma’am (or sir, whichever you prefer!). i’m sorry for being a brat, i’ll do anything. i wanna be a good boy, i-i promise i’ll be good. just please, i can’t take it anymore. need your touch so bad.”

and you just can’t help it. you’ve got a little more to do, but baby’s so pretty when he cries :( you can’t help but take pity on him, cooing at him and kissing away his tears.

“have you learned your lesson, honey?”

“yes, yes! i’ll never bother you when you’re working again, i promise!”

the vibrator comes off, and you reward him with some neck kisses (and bites, god he’d mark up so well) and your soft hands around his cock. it doesn’t take long before he’s making a mess, leaving a small pool of his cum on the carpet. you’ll make him clean that later.

both of you clean up, you give him the aftercare he needs, lots of cuddles and praises and all the kisses he can take and before long he’s fast asleep on your lap. and finally, you can get some damn work done T_T

(this turned out longer than i intended, i always end up wandering off omfg)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝒞𝓌: 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻, 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

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Bangchan woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the sunlight shining through his window. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, groaning as he sat up in bed. He looked over at the clock on his bedside table, seeing that it was only half past six am. 

Chan groaned again and flopped back down on his pillow, pulling the covers over his head. He hated getting up early, especially since it meant enduring his father's dull lessons. He wanted to sleep in, but he knew that you, his maid would give him an earful if he didn't comply.

Chan heard a knock on his door followed by the sound of your footsteps as you walked into his room. He peeked out from under his covers to see you approaching his bed, already dressed and ready for the day.

"Good morning, your Highness," You said with a smile, "It's time to wake up."

Bangchan let out a sigh of resignation and sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He knew that he had no choice but to get up now that you were there to supervise his morning routine.

"You don't have to call me that, I'm not the King yet." Bangchan groans. "I know, just getting you used to it." You respond.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Chan replies, "Now will you please be so kind as to let me sleep for once?"

You sigh and shake your head. "I'm afraid that's impossible, your Highness. Your father has instructed me to wake you up and ensure that you attend your morning lesson."

Chan groans again and buries his face in his pillows. He was not looking forward to this.

"Come on, you have to get dressed." You say as you go over to his windows and throw his curtains open, letting in sunlight.

Bangchan groans and rolls over, covering his face with a pillow. "I don't want to get up," he mumbles, "Can't you send someone else to attend to my clothes?" 

You roll your eyes as you walk to his dresser, pulling out a clean set of clothes. "You just want more time in bed, don't be lazy your Highness. I'll help you get dressed if you need it," you say teasingly.

Chan grumbled but got out of bed, stretching his arms over his head as you finish laying out his clothes and accessories. After he got dressed, you helped with his hair, making sure everything was perfect.

"You can't skip out on this lesson with your father today. If you do, he'll yell at me, and frankly I don't need to add that to my day. No offense your Highness," you tell Bangchan as you add on accessories to his outfit.

He groaned as you finished preparing him for the day. "I really don't want to attend this lesson," he whined.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "And why's that?"

"Because it's just going to be a bunch of boring lectures on responsibility and leadership. I've heard it all before," Chan complains.

"Well, maybe it wouldn't be so boring if you actually listened for once," You retort. "Plus, if you actually listened, he wouldn't have to say the same thing over and over again." You continued.

"Ugh, I know, I know," Chan whines with a roll of his eyes, "But I can't help it. His lessons are so dull and boring, I feel like I could die from sheer boredom."

"Well, that's physically impossible, so you'll be fine. Now, let's go."

Chan sighs but he still follows you out of the room, preparing himself for another boring lesson with his father.

"Here we are" you start as you reach the room his father is in. "If you need me send another maid to find me, I have other chores to do around the castle."

You curtsy to the king then to Chan before you leave the room.

Chan watches you leave with sad eyes before turning back to get started with his father's lesson for the day. He groans and takes a seat, trying to keep an open mind even though he knew his father was just going to repeat the same old thing again.

*Your POV*

I go back to Chan's room to tidy it up, change the sheets, put clean sheets on, and fix the pillows and blankets on his bed. Fastening the curtains correctly, tidied his vanity, and gathered all his dirty laundry to bring down to the maid's downstairs so they could wash them.

As I tidy up Chan's room, I take the time to look around and admire the luxurious surroundings. From the plush furnishings to the elegant decorations, it was clear that not many people got to experience such opulence. I find myself wondering what it was like to live in such a grand palace, always being waited on hand and foot. I started to envy Chan's status but, I also know that it also came with its own set of challenges. 

After finishing up with the room, I head out to the main floor of the castle to help with the other duties that needed to be done.

I decided to help gather produce from the castle gardens with the other maids from the castle kitchen.

I have always enjoyed this task, I got to spend time outdoors in the gardens.

The castle maids are one big family, and they work as one unit. If one maid has nothing on her schedule, they find something to help out with. It makes things at the castle run faster and smoother, It also gets all of you an early break at the end of the day.

This is why I like Chan's lessons with his father all day. Even though he hates having to sit there and listen to his father.

As the other maids and I worked in the garden, we couldn't help but notice the two guards watching over the bunch of you. All of you wondered why they were there, but they didn't think too much of it, gossiping and making up stories on why guards were suddenly watching over you all. However, you all continued to pick the fresh produce and laugh along with other maids, while I enjoyed the company and the warm sun on your face. Overall, it was a good day to be working outside in the gardens. 

The other maids and I head back inside with baskets full of produce, taking them to the kitchen to be washed and prepped by the kitchen maids so they can make lunch and dinner. Once everything is settled in the kitchen, I head up to check on Chan, seeing if the lesson with his father is over.

I head up to the room Chan and his father reside in, hoping to find him out of his lesson with his father. As I approach the room, I see the door is still closed, indicating that the lesson is still is session. I pause for a moment outside the door, wondering what's happening inside.

Is Chan bored of frustrated? Is his father giving him a hard time or vice vera, or simply going over the usual business of being a prince? You can't help but be curious. But I know I shouldn't eavesdrop, that I should just wait patiently until the meeting is over. Just go back to my sleeping quarters and rest for a bit.

But, even though I decided against it, I still knocked on the door, before opening it slightly. "I'm just checking in, making sure the two of you don't need anything. A drink? Something to eat?"

Chan immediately looked up to me, trying to hide his frustration with the boring lessons. "No, I don't need anything," he said dismissively, trying to sound like he wasn't bored out of his mind. "Just bring me my lunch when it's ready."

I bow my head towards Chan, signaling that I heard him, then I look towards the King. "Would you like the same thing Sir? For your lunch to be brought to you when it's ready?"

The King waves his hand dismissively at me. "No, that's alright, just bring me some water."

Chan rolls his eyes, used to this kind of behavior from his father. He watches as you bow before leaving the room, the door closing softly behind me.

I head down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I go to head back up to the lunch gets finished so me and the Kings personal maid Maya, grab a tray and put the plates of food and the glass of water on the tray before heading back up to the room the King and Prince reside in.

As the two of you make your way back upstairs with the trays of food and water, they could feel the tension in the air. Bangchan and his father had a strained relationship and their lessons often made things worse. Maya and I knew we had to be careful in how they handled the situation.

As I go to knock on the door there's a loud crash from inside the room. Maya and I flinch and exchange a worried look with each other. We pause outside the door, listening for any further noises, unsure of what to do. But everything was silent. We exchange a nervous glance once again before taking a deep breath and enter the room, unsure of what we might find.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝒞𝓌: 𝒜𝓁𝓁𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 (𝓃𝑜 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒), 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻

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Maya and I stood in the doorway taking in the sight. The king was standing in front of Chan with an angry look on his face and a broken vase on the floor next to his feet. While Chan was still sitting in the chair he’s been in, with his head hung low. 

We glanced nervously at Bangchan, he looked defeated, and it sent a pang of sadness in my heart. I had to stay professional in front of the king. I glanced at Maya before I took a step forward, clearing my throat before speaking.

“We have lunch” I speak quietly but loud enough for them to hear.

The king turns his gaze towards us, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Set the food on the table.” He grumbles, gesturing towards a table in the corner of the room.

Maya grabs a tray to hand to me before she grabs her own tray. We make our way to the table and set the trays down. After we set them down we make our way back to the doorway unsure of what to do.

“Will you need anything else?” Maya asks.

“No, that will be all,” the king says gruffly, taking a seat at the table.

Chan remains silent, still looking down at the ground as he avoids eye contact with anyone. Maya and I exchange another nervous glance, unsure of what to do or say next. The atmosphere in the room is thick with tension.

As Maya and I leave the room, closing the door behind us, I can’t help but feel a sense of worry for Chan. I know that he and his father have a complicated relationship, but seeing them argue like this was difficult to witness. I look towards Maya, trying to gauge her emotions before speaking.

Do you think he’ll be okay?” I ask her quietly as we walk down the hall.

Maya looks at me and sighs. “I don’t know,” She replies. “It’s hard to tell, the king and Bangchan have been at odds for a long time. Sometimes things get heated, but normally they can work through it.” She stops walking and frowns. “But I don’t know… that argument seemed more intense than usual.” She finished.

“Chan looked sad and scared… normally when I walk into a room he looks at me to acknowledge me, but his eyes didn’t leave the floor.” I tell Maya.

Maya nods thoughtfully, listening to my observation. “You’re right” She agrees. “He was acting different, he seemed withdrawn and defeated. And it is unusual for him not to acknowledge you. Is there something else going on or is it just the bad argument?”

“He was fine this morning, before this meeting with his father.” I respond

Maya nods again. “That’s true,” she muses. “It seems like that meeting with his father might have triggered something. Maybe the disagreement was much worse than what we saw there. Since we only got the ending of the argument, it could have been much worse.” She pauses before speaking again. “You should keep an eye on him, make sure he’s ok. But for now you should give him space.”

I nod “Yeah… that’s what I was thinking, I’m going to fetch his favorite night wear and I’m thinking about getting the cook to make his favorite dessert.” I tell Maya and she nods in agreement.

“I don’t know how I’m going to handle the king.” Maya tells me.

We both go our separate ways. I go to Chan's room to find his favorite nightwear and I place it on his bed. Then I go to the cook downstairs to ask them to make Chan's favorite dessert made for him when he gets out of the meeting with his father.

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