When Our Eyes Met || BC x CB

1: Unusual Night

Bang Christopher Chan, a producer, performer and a soloist, he makes his own songs and releases them in albums or in solos. With his angelic voice, it's hard to not notice him. He is everything you need, he's the perfect man. He can sing, dance, rap and many more talents.

He's family oriented, a nice guy who cares and loves even the strangest people. Everyone would be jealous of his lifestyle, everything's in line for him.

Not knowing how much he struggles every night, his schedule is fully booked with other singers, entertainment shows and how performances, his mini-album that's soon to be released, basically a comeback, is nearing and he's so close to bawling his eyes out.

"Omo! Why is our Channie so dead? What happened?" Minho swung his arm around Chan's neck, who just got out of his recording room and finished locking the door.

Chan wasn't having it tonight, "Stop being so informal with me, just because you're under the same company with me." Chan removed Minho's arm and walked pass him. Minho might be the type to play around but somewhere in his expressions, he has this small concern for Chan.

Minho walked alongside Chan out of their company's building, being proper and shutting his mouth. "Hyung, you look really tired... Let me get you a cab, I also didn't bring my car." Minho offered while scratching his nape.

Chan sent him a small smile, a tired smile, "Don't bother, just get the cab yourself, I'll be taking the bus." Chan waved Minho off as he walked away, "But hyung—" Too late Minho, Chan already walked away. "Take care!" Minho screamed not being embarrassed if someone hears them. Chan raises his whole arm and waves Minho off. Minho sighed, "He looks like he drunk himself on spicy noodles..." Chan's tired eyes had big circles around them, his ears were a bit red due to the headphones and overall, paler than usual.

As Chan was approaching the bus stop, he noticed another man sitting there, eyes fixed on his phone. Chan walked pass him and sat a little bit far, you don't know the people you encounter these days. "Jeez, I thought he was some creep. He's wearing all black." Chan muttered.

The stranger looked at him and scoffed, "Look at you talk, you're literally wearing all black from head to toe." And the man wasn't lying, Chan wore, "You're wearing a black beanie, black leather jacket on top of a black shirt, black pants with some accessories that are most likely chains, then a pair of black converses. Ahh let's not forget about your other nails that are painted with black with different designs and your earrings and piercings." The man eyed Chan "Unusual style but sure whatever floats your boat." The man added, shrugging it all off.

Chan placed his hand on his heart, he took all of those personally. "This fucking bastard, who do you think you are?!" Chan cussed at the said "bastard" until a good minute has passed.

Finally the bus pulled over, and the door opened. The man stood up and showed Chan a record of him cussing at the man by pulling out his phone, "Keep on doing that to people you don't know and I'll post this anonymously. You have quite the fame, CB97, or should I say, Chan?" He shoved his phone back in his pocket and fixed his cap, Chan didn't see his face at all, black cap, black facemask.

But he did see his eyes, his eyes were very sharp and it sent out dark vibes. Chan tried snatching the phone, well, he attempted to. Which the man evaded very quickly.

At this point Chan had stopped cursing and froze in his place, "W-Wait! W-Wait!! I'm very sorry I said those things to you, please, p-please delete the record and let's forget about everything tonight okay? I'll even pay you just give me your bank ID and name—" The man pushed Chan away and went inside the bus.