Bang Chan

You were the ninth member of Stray Kids from the very beginning. You had good relationships with all the guys, and you could talk to everyone about personal problems.

The tour starts tomorrow. It's about three in the morning, and you're still rehearsing the program.

“Can we call it a day?” Khan groaned wearily.

“Yes, I agree,” I supported, wiping away the sweat with a towel.

“No, not good enough yet,” the guy stood up from the bench, as if calling on the others to join the training again.

"If we don't finish now and rest, then on stage," I looked at the clock on the wall, "we'll be like immobilized amoebas on stage today !" I raised my voice slightly.

Tension had built between us, putting pressure on everyone and everything. The guys just watched us silently. Chan and I tried not to argue, but if we did, we'd go weeks without speaking, and even the guys couldn't help it.

• Do you even understand that nothing in our dancing is perfect right now! We're just not ready!

"Seriously!? We work hard in the gym for eight hours every day, and we're still not ready!?" I crossed my arms over my chest, my eyes filled with weariness and confusion.

“Guys, maybe...” Seungmin didn’t have time to finish, as Chan and I immediately answered at the same time:

• Everyone get out of here!

The other members had no choice but to leave, while our argument continued for about half an hour.
As expected, we no longer spoke, only interacting on stage, but outside of it, we ignored each other.