brat // bang chan

chapter twenty-six

stone cold killer

SURPRISE UPDATE!! HAPPY COMEBACK DAY! STREAM ATE RN.

lee miyeon

"god, i want this fucking thing off!" chan yells, everyone's head snapping up in his direction as his stylist slightly backed away from him.

"chan-" minho starts, but was instantly cut off as another frustrated groan left his lips.

"i'm so fucking sick of that damn chair." he curses. referring to the chair he had to sit on while he was on stage, and how he would get scolded by the managers for getting off of it for even a moment. "people are paying money to see us and all i'm doing is sitting in a chair. it's pathetic." it was obvious he was frustrated with himself. with there only being a few days before he was allowed to take the boot off, it was getting to him.

"chan, we're on in a few minutes you have to calm-" minho tries again, but chan wasn't having it.

"i might as well not even go out there! what's the fucking point?" he chuckles angrily, leaving the room with haste. i watched the whole scene unfold with sad eyes, i knew how hard he was being on himself. despite everyone reassuring him that they just wanted him to get better, he was never satisfied. that's just how he was.

"i'll go talk to him." i stand up.

"hurry— please, i don't want stays worrying..." minho begs, all of the guys gathering, preparing to start the show.

"i'll try." i nod, running out of the room. i ran down the hall, checking all of the rooms, panting by the time i got to the end. of course he was in the last room. i roll my eyes slightly before pushing open the door. he was sat on a couch, elbows on his knees and his head held frustratingly in his hands. "channie..." i call out softly, trying to not upset him.

"miyeon, go away." he huffs.

"i know you're frustrated, but this is only going to worry your fans..." i say cautiously as i squat down in front of him. he looks down at me, expression blank with anger.

"if i even have any after doing all these shows from a fucking chair." he says through gritted teeth. i sigh, biting my lip as i try to come up with something to make him feel better. "it's fucking pathetic, lugging around in this boot, and i can't even walk around the stage to greet everyone." he continues. "i mean fuck, i just want it off!" he groans, leaning back, letting out a large breath of air. so i did the only thing i could think of.

i reach around the back of his calf, grabbing the strap of the boot, i pull out a small pair of scissors i had in my bag and i cut the strap, moving down to cut the next one.

"what are you doing?" he asks, furrowing his brows at me.

"i'm taking it off." i respond, continuing to cut all of the straps. once i finished, i made sure to loosen everything before pulling it off of his leg.

"i-" he starts, but immediately stops the moment the boot is fully off of his leg. i could practically see the wave of relief wash over his entire body. i gently take my hands, rubbing lightly over his leg, massaging it with light pressure. "fuck..." he sighs happily. we sit like that for a short moment, chan calming down as i gently massage his leg.