brat // bang chan

chapter twenty-two

closer and closer

a.n.: double update for you guys cause i love u *mwah*

lee miyeon

"can you accentuate the 'a' sound a little more?" chan instructs hyunjin.

"yeah." hyunjin nods as chan starts the recording again, hyunjin adding the suggested changes.

"okay that was great. we'll keep that. let's get your last line finished." chan nods, moving to the next part of the recording. luckily hyunjin finishes his last line flawlessly. "okay, now i just need... oh— it's my turn." he chuckles, standing up from the chair.

"chan— your crutches." i call out.

"it's fine, it's just a few feet." he waves me off, walking into the recording room. i roll my eyes, standing up to grab his crutches, shoving them in the room after him.

"you have to stand the whole time. if you want to heal you shouldn't put weight on it." i scold him.

"it's a good thing i have two feet." he retorts, putting the crutches in the corner. i bite my tongue, rolling my eyes as i turn around to sit back down. changbin and jisung shake their heads at me, warning me to just leave it be. it was getting closer to the tour, and he was becoming way more on edge.

"okay chan, opening line." changbin instructs, to which chan replies with a thumbs up. of course, he executes the line flawlessly.

"play it back." chan instructs. changbin nodding as he replays the line chan just recorded.

"i think we should keep it." changbin suggests.

"no, it's shit. i'll try again." he waves his hand. jisung looks back at me with a worried look, my face probably matching his.

"okay, we'll go again." changbin nods, starting the recording over. once again, he executed it flawlessly.

"play it back." chan instructs instantly. "ugh, let me try one more time." he rolls his eyes.

"chan... i actually liked that one, i think we should keep it." jisung speaks up.

"so keep it. i'm trying again." chan insists.

"okay. go again." changbin sighs, starting the recording over. he finishes, changbin playing it back for him, and chan hating it yet again.

"whatever, you guys pick, let's move onto the next line."

"chan." i speak up, looking at him with furrowed brows. "what's going on?"

"miyeon— we're in the middle of recording." chan waves me off.

"we're about to be in the middle of an argument if you keep talking like that." i retort, now moving to pull open the door to the recording room.

"what are you doing? get out." he deadpans, crossing his arms over his chest.

"stop talking to changbin and jisung like that." i lecture.

"i'm not even being rude."

"you're not? look at their faces, they're clearly uncomfortable." i motion to the two boys.

"probably because you're in here yelling at me like you're my mom."

"don't pin this on me. you've been an ass all day."

"so? let me be an ass. i can do whatever i want."

"well be an ass on your own time."

"and who are you to tell me to do that?" he challenges.