Chapter 15

Sophie

I bat my eyes open, stretching my body out along the bed before looking over to Chris, still sleeping. He looks so peaceful, his mouth slightly parted, his hands laying across his own body. I look him up and down, trying to remember every detail of him in this moment, being so vulnerable. What I would do to just run my hands down his waist, feel him, just this once.

I flinch back slightly as I notice his eyes open, his hair a mess and his morning face on full show. Everything about his bare morning face is adorable. His fluffy hair, his bloated face, his little eyebrow slit, everything.

"Morning," he utters, his eyes staring over at me as I hear his morning voice for the first time. It's deep, like 'Felix deep' but just as everything else about him in the morning, adorable.

"Hi," I smile, my voice still groggy. I look down at myself under the sheets, I'm still wearing the dress from last night. I completely forgot about last night, so distracted by him beside me, I barely remember it. Small parts of it are clear in my mind, others not so much, more like a blur of mixed events.

"Do you want one of my hoodies?" He asks, evidently noticing me staring down at myself. I give him a nod in reply, watching him get out of bed and walk over to a drawer cabinet. He pulls out a hoodie, walking over to my side of the bed, softly handing it over to me. I take it from him, resisting the urge to run my fingers along his defined abs, which are way too close to my face to not be turned on by them.

I pull the hoodie over my head, sliding it down onto my body, putting my arms through. Chris smiles lightly, and I notice him looking me up and down as I finish putting the hoodie on.

"I might get some water," I hum, pushing myself off of the mattress.

"Do you know where to go?" He asks, sitting down on the other side of the bed.

"Yeah, I'm all good," I respond, continuing to walk out the door. I turn down the hall, walking towards the kitchen, looking around at all the shelves. Fuck, where are the glasses?

I go through the kitchen, opening every single cabinet in search of glasses. So far all I've found is way too many plates, a cabinet full of ramen and a box of laxatives. Finally, I open a cabinet full to the brim with mugs, close enough. I reach for the first mug, which has a photo of a fat horse on it, standing on my tiptoes to grasp it.

"Damn, I should wake up early more often," I hear a voice behind me and I spin around in response.

"Han," I smile awkwardly, gripping the mug with both hands. "Hi."

"You slept in the dorms?" Han asks, looking at the couch to see if there was any evidence of someone sleeping on it. No blankets, no pillows, nothing.

"Yeah," I smile briefly, walking over to the water dispenser on the fridge, honestly trying to avoid any more questions.

"With Chan?" He questions, leaning on the bench. My eyes widen as I place your mug on the ledge of the dispenser, stepping back as I take a deep breath in.

"Yes," I utter. "In the same bed."

"So you didn't..." He leans on one of the counters, brushing his finger over the surface suggestively. I don't explain or try to answer, since, at this point that would only make me look suspicious, so I give him a light head shake and a glare instead.

"Just," I sigh, practically punching the water dispenser button. "Don't tell the other members please."

"The other members?" He repeats, pushing himself off the counter, watching me wait for the mug to fill up.

"Yeah," I huff back, snatching the mug off the ledge, taking a sip.

"Deal," he nods as I walk out of the kitchen back to Chris' room. "Oh by the way..."

"What," I snap.

"The glasses are in that cabinet," he jeers, a smug smile smothered across his face. I don't reply, continuing to walk into Chris' room instead, slamming the door behind me. As I walk in, Chris stares up at me, a look of concern on his face as he remains curled between the sheets.

"What was that?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Han," I smile, sitting down on the bed next to him. "He knows I slept here."

"Oh," Chris responds, and I swear he's trying to stay calm after hearing that. "Did you tell him why?"

"No," I respond bluntly.

"Do you want to talk about what happened last night?" He asks, sitting up, the sheets still by his waist. I think about it for a second, my eyes darting to the roof. There's nothing much to talk about, I'm just embarrassed to be honest, I was fucking stupid.

"It's ok," I mutter a reply, giving him a smile to assure him I'm alright. "Thanks."

He doesn't say anything after that, instead putting his hands on my cheeks, rubbing his thumbs over my skin. His hands are warm and as I fully rest my chin into the palms of his hands, the way he holds me is so loving, like I can just rely on him for anything, depend on him.

"Can you take me to work?" I ask, sitting straight upwards again, his arms flopping down beside him.

"Sure," he chirps, as if he's shocked I would ever ask anything so forward.

"Ok," I nod back, standing up off the bed.

"I'll get changed, then I'll take you all right?" He adds, standing up after me, my eyes locked on his bare torso. I don't dare let out a sound as I watch him search through his other drawers, his broad back on full show. Why is he making it so hard for me to control myself?

I let out a sigh of frustration, Chris hearing it and immediately turning around in response. He looks at me with a grin, gliding his hand along his waist, as if he was showing off to me... tempting me. He tilts his head to the side, his grin growing smug as it looks like he's waiting for me to give him a reason why I've been watching him. He shakes his head and chuckles at me as he brings a shirt over his head, pulling it down over his body before taking a set of keys off the counter, beginning to head towards the door.

**

Today in the recording studio has been kind of... plain? I mean there's been no sitting on laps, no song recording, no showing each other sex songs we've written... nothing. It's almost too normal, uncomfortably normal.

I sit curled up on the couch, listening to the pen I'm flicking around hit the clipboard again and again. Chris is working on some song, he's got his headphones on so... no clue what's going on there and the rest of 3RACHA aren't even here. I've given up on taking notes, given up trying to watch over his shoulder so instead, I sit back into the corner of the couch, deep in thought, trying not to fall asleep. I mean, I'm not really wanting to have a repeat of the first time I was in this studio.

"Soph," Chris takes his headphones off, turning around to face me. "Can you dance?"

Finally, something interesting.

"Not really?" I respond after leaving myself a second to think. "Why?"

"Of course you can, get up and dance now," he smiles, completely ignoring my question, dramatically gesturing for me to get up and start dancing in front of him.

"Why'd you ask then?" I question, crossing my arms over my chest.

"C'monnnn just dance, I wanna see," he whines, doing that little pout he always does.

"No," I laugh his begging off. What makes him think I'm going to want to straight up dance in front of him, with no music?

"Ok then, what if I dance with you?" He stands up, reaching his hand out to me. I don't reply, instead letting out a huff, taking his hand, allowing him to pull me up off the couch. He immediately puts his hand over my waist, his other over my shoulder, gripping it lightly and I reluctantly do the same. He begins to start the steps, gracefully moving his feet in time and I begin to follow, catching onto his movements relatively quickly.

"Hold on, I'll get music," he chuckles, still grasping onto my waist as he leans down to his computer, searching through his files. He finally selects one after a few moments, a content smile tugging on the corner of his mouth as he stands upright again. Immediately I know what the song is, I mean, how could I not?

"Noooo," I groan dramatically, obviously joking around. "Not this sexual shit-show of a song."

It's the song he played for me on my first day here. I had mostly forgotten about it until now. The first time I heard this song... I was so nervous and embarrassed, I wanted to go home to be honest. Now though, now this song is bringing me warmth, like I've unconsciously been waiting everyday since I first heard it to hear it again.

"What's it called?" I ask as we continue waltzing to the slow beat of the song.

"It doesn't have a name," he answers softly, tilting his head to the side, a warm smile on his lips as he holds unwavering eye contact with me. "You can name it."

"Hmm," I think for a moment, bringing myself closer to him, our bodies touching. "Well, who's it about?"

"At the time, nobody," he chuckles to himself, adjusting his hands further around my waist, leading them to my back.

"And now?" I ask bravely, something I never could have done a mere few weeks ago. I wait for a reply, but it never comes. Instead Chris leans towards his laptop, double clicking on the file name, typing another name in as his hand rests on my waist. I peer over his shoulder, trying to see what he's changed it to.

"Soph," I read aloud, my eyes widening. Chris casually stands back up, placing his other hand on my back again.

"Sophie, why haven't you auditioned to become a trainee?" He questions, completely changing the topic whilst still gaging my reaction.

"Sorry?" I ask, as if I misheard, but we both know that I knew what he said.

"You can produce, sing, dance... you're the perfect candidate, are you not?" He explains, putting his hands over my shoulder, brushing the back of my neck with his fingertips.

"Well too late now, right?" I smile, taking a step back from him.

"Not if I train you."

Lin

"Lin!" I notice Han down the hallway in the distance, calling me.

"Han," I smile, speeding up towards him. "What's up?"

"Look, I need to tell you something," Han cringes, brushing his hair to the side. It's completely obvious he's going to drop some tea he's not meant to tell anyone about.

"Yeah?"

"Sophie slept over at the dorms last night," he whispers, making sure nobody around is listening.

"Ok...?" I respond, needing a bit more context than that.

"In Chan's bed," he mouths, not wanting to verbally say the words.

"What?" I gasp, inhaling way too much air. "Are you meant to be telling people?"

"Well," he clears his throat. "She said not to tell the members."

"Han."

Author's Note

Okokok this chapter was ever-so-slightly better? Anywayyy I'm still in Dubai (I have no clue how I have time to update lmao) so here are some photos (; Hope you enjoyed!!