( Bang Chan + Lee Felix )
❝Nobody can know about this pregnancy.❞
┈┈ mistopher | 2021 ++
To Bang Chan, being in the spotlight was never easy, no matter how glamorous his life looks up on stage. And his already suffocating backstage pressure could on...
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⇒ JYP Building- 3racha Studio 9:45pm
"Chris." Changbin called rather harshly, voice raspy and tongue smacking against the roof of his mouth. He mentally sweared before proceeding with the confrontation, arms folded firmly against his chest, and eyes not once leaving his superior's side-profile. "Chris, it's been over a month already, and you're yet to even mention what we spoke about."
Running a hand over his face in attempt to calm the aggravated state of his nerves, Chan gulped thickly, eyes rolling to the back of his head and tongue itching to sound any line that would convince the other to just leave him be, no matter how disrespectful or inappropriate it seemed.
It was just frustrating, that moment. After making such a knowingly pathetic effort to contribute to his unborn child's life, and being faced with a still hurt and unaccepting Felix just the night before, all Chan wanted to do was sulk in the comfort of his music, not put up with Changbin's interrogation.
So sucking in the deepest breath with a low groan, Chan shifted to lock eyes with the younger male, small, sarcastic smile forming on his face, and eyes narrowing as if to mimic Changbin's expression. "I'm still thinking about it. Now can we please talk about this tomorrow or any other day? We have work to finish."
"Chris are you being serious right now?" Changbin scoffed loudly, eyes rolling to the side and one hand lifting to slide over his face. He leaned further forward before continuing, elbows prepping against his knees and gaze almost forcing Chan's uneasy one to meet his. "We had a deal, remember? I swear it's not that hard, Chris. Nothing his hard about apologizing then moving on-"
"Changbin I just cannot deal with this right now, okay?" Chan groaned with his words, eyes brimming tears, and what started off as a slight headache only worsening. "I cannot focus on that right now. I have enough going on, so just leave me alone. I'll get back to it."
And the younger could only scoff a second time at his superior's attitude, eyes narrowing in a mocking manner and lower lip almost bruising from the sudden, sharp bite against them. Face scrunching into a sarcastic expression, he sighed before speaking again, head shaking and arms once again folding against his torso. "What the hell could you possibly have going on, Chris? Tell me, what fucking problem can you have that makes it so hard to just say sorry to your fans? Or is this just another sorry excuse for your pride, hm? Tell me!"
That was it. Chan couldn't take it anymore. From Changbin's inconsiderate nagging and assumptions, to the frustrating amounts of incomplete work on his laptop, to the recent argument with the carrier of his child, Chan could not take it. So he banged his fist against the wooden surface of the table, the violent vibration of the items and equipment laying on it not at all phasing his rage, and gaze finally meeting the other's; that time with more force and certainty.
