straykids oneshots

fox? | b.c x y.ji

fox? | bang chan x yang jeongin

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summary:

on a random saturday,
on a random stroll,
chan meets a...

fox?

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

"channie hyung! you need to stop working!"

"yeah, you should take a break before you die from overworking and exhaustion!"

the two younger males scolded the eldest in their trio. but all he did was just to sigh.

they were soundcloud/youtube self-producing musicians who mainly focus on the art of rapping. they go by 3racha, and honestly, they're quite a big hit. many big entertainment companies have reached out to get them in, but they always declined. they'd rather be known as an independent artist than be used as money-makers for money-minded bastards.

then you'll be asking, why's chan so stressed then?

well, they recently got engaged by an organisation of multiple entertainment companies to host a survival show. and 3racha was asked to write a couple of songs for the contestants to compete with.

so with the deadlines nearing, and only having 8 out of the 10 songs needed, chan was stressing out. and it wasn't helping that jisung and changbin also started having writer's block. no new beats, no new melody, no new concepts, and no new songs coming together.

"take a walk hyung. we should all go home and rest. it'll be better if we continue again on a clearer mind."

chan nodded. he understood changbin to a certain extent. but he couldn't understand why the other two seemed so calm.

for the first time in hours, he finally looked up at his member's faces. one filled with worry, the other with anxiety. they weren't calm either. but they have to be, or else everyone will crumble like a domino effect.

with that, the trio left the studio, parting ways almost immediately since they don't live together.

it was a 20 minutes walk back to chan's apartment. or it could be a 10 minutes bus ride if he chose to run for the bus instead. but the weather was too lovely to not enjoy it for a walk. the cool yet dry breeze of winter, with soft snow fluttering down slowly.

oh, how chan wished he was a snowflake. created by the heavens, only to fall beautifully without a care. melting away into the earth the moment it lands on the floor.

chan enjoyed the sounds of nature, its breeze, and people's chattering throughout his walk him. just one more left turn and he'll be home.