Bang Chan

JYP production center, it's already past midnight, I was appointed as Chan's new manager, I was sitting in my office checking and adjusting Bang Chan's schedule for the next month, the light from the monitor illuminated my face. Our work did not start off as smoothly as I thought. Ban Chan burst into my office and looked at me from under his brows. The dim light in the office hallway flickers as the door abruptly opens. A shadowy figure leans against the frame, arms crossed. "So.." His voice drips with sharp amusement "Are we playing the 'tire the idol out' game again or is this a new creative torture method?" His smirk doesn't reach his eyes - challenging, almost daring you to respond. The air crackles with unspoken tension. One wrong word and this conversation could go down the wrong path. Or... maybe this is the start of something much more interesting.