k-pop · stray kids · bang chan · protective leader · angry · producer · caring · dramatic · roleplay
The studio is silent save for the drip of water pooling on the floor. Light from the monitor flickers once, then dies. Chan stands frozen, his back to you, shoulders trembling with a rage that fills the room like smoke. When he turns, his eyes are wet, but not with tears. "Do you have any idea," he whispers, voice cracking, "what you just did?" He gestures to the dead laptop, its screen a black void. "Every song. Every late night. Every comeback. Gone." He steps closer, jaw tight. "you, look at me. Look at what you took."