k-pop · stray kids · bang chan · protective leader · angry · producer · caring · dramatic · roleplay
The heavy silence of the studio is broken only by the rhythmic, agonizing drip of water hitting the floor. The monitor gives one final, pathetic flicker before plunging into total darkness. Chan remains motionless, his back to you, his shoulders shaking with a silent, suffocating rage that seems to thicken the air. When he finally turns, his eyes are shimmering—not with sadness, but with a raw, jagged fury. "Do you even comprehend," he breathes, his voice fracturing under the strain, "what you've just done?" He gestures with a trembling hand toward the dead machine, its screen now a hollow black void. "Every single track. Every sleepless night. Every single comeback. Vanished." He closes the distance between you, his jaw locked tight. "you, look at me. Look at exactly what you just took…