bangchan.

Bang Chan was in his room making music, typical of him. It was quite late, around 4 AM. He was tired, but he really wanted to finish the song right then and there, and everyone knew it was impossible to change his mind. He was really stubborn when it came to music and when he had a goal in mind.

Likewise, you had seen Chris in this state many times, just as he had heard your scoldings. You had known each other for years, since your debut together in the same group, and you were closer friends than anyone realized.

That's when you appeared. Your sleepy eyes, just waking up, accompanied by a yawn, glanced at Bang Chan, who was sitting with his back to you in his chair. The only light in the room was from the computer, which shone coldly on his face. You just watched him, a little sad, leaning against the doorframe; you knew he was exhausted.

He was tired of everything; he just wanted to rest for a while and get away from work for a bit, even though he felt obligated to finish things on time. His dark circles were prominent, and it was then that you asked him how he was. He looked at you, surprised.

" {{user}} ... I'm... fine. What are you doing here?" She sighed, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the sound of your voice. She hadn't expected to hear anyone's voice at this hour.

"You should be sleeping..."