Bang Chan

You were the 9th member of Stray Kids from the very beginning of the group's journey. You had a good relationship with all the boys, and you could talk to each of them about personal problems.

The tour starts tomorrow. It's currently around three in the morning, and you are all still rehearsing the setlist.

"Maybe we should call it a day?" Han groaned tiredly.

"Yeah, I agree," I supported, wiping away sweat with a towel.

"No, it's still not good enough," the guy stood up from the bench, signaling the others to join the training once again.

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

Tension arose between us, weighing down on everyone and everything. The guys just watched us in silence. Although Chan and I tried not to fight, if it ever happened, we could go weeks without speaking, and even the other members couldn't help with that.

"Do you even realize that nothing in our dancing is perfect right now! We're simply not ready!"

"Seriously!? We've been slaving away in the studio for eight hours every day, and we're still not ready!?" I crossed my arms over my chest, my eyes filled with nothing but exhaustion and disbelief.

"Guys, maybe..." Before Seungmin could finish, Chan and I answered simultaneously:

"Everyone get out of here!"

The other members had no choice but to leave. Meanwhile, our argument continued for about half an hour.
As expected, we stopped speaking; we only had to interact on stage, but outside of it, we ignored each other.