Straykids || Oneshots

Insomnia • Jeongchan

Genre: Angst
"Cause I'm stuck in my brain again..."
(STUCKINMYBRAIN - Chase Atlantic)

3RD PERSON'S POV:

The oldest let out a loud and frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his messy hair.

He sat back in his chair, mentally fighting the urge to just give up. But deep in his mind, he knew he couldn't do that. Quitting was never an option considering the position he had.

The said guy; Chan, had been sitting in the same studio since 3pm, it was now 12:07am. The ravenette male had basically imprisoned himself in the studio until he was finally done with the new track arrangements for the group's upcoming comeback. But for the past few hours, he'd been having trouble with the producing part of it.

Some of the members had stayed behind an extra two hours to make sure Chan was okay, but in the end- the oldest had insisted that the others should go home since he felt burdensome if he made them stay any longer.

And so one conflict led to another, building up a lot of frustration and stress in Chan's head. Not to mention that the male's current appearance was actually the perfect physical visual in describing his mental state.

His once non-existent eye bags had darkened so much to the point where it was now a dark purple/red-ish shade. And he wouldn't stop yawning every few minutes due to the daily lack of proper sleep and rest he hadn't been receiving.

"No, c'mon Chan. You need to finish this.", he repeated to himself.

He sighed again, but winced once he felt a sharp pain slice through his brain. Damn. A headache was the last thing he needed right now.

Chan reached out and took the water bottle off the desk, only to be met with the disappointing sight that the bottle was empty. He had drank it all already.

"Great. Just great.", he muttered, before tossing the bottle into the nearby trashcan that was placed beside the black settee.

The ravenette male quickly jumped back to his senses, "I have to finish this.", he said determinedly, adjusting his posture and pushing himself towards the desk before he went typing away on his laptop.

But suddenly, there was a small knock at the door, before a crack broke through and the door slowly opened.

"Hyung..?", Chan's head shot up, instantly recognizing the voice.

He turned around in his chair, looking at the brunette boy who was just innocently standing at the doorway, a plastic bag hanging in one of his hands. But his expression looked sad... like he was upset to find Chan still working at the studio.

"Jeongin..? Baby, what're you doing here..? Shouldn't you be home sleeping?", Chan asked, finally standing up from his seat for the first time since he'd been staying in the studio. He walked towards his boyfriend (who'd been now clearly irritated), until their bodies were now only a few centimeters apart from each-other.

"I could ask you the same hyung.", the boy's voice sounded nothing but stern- and almost angry, surprising the older.

"I was just working-", his words were immediately cut off when he felt a hard punch on his shoulder- making him wince in pain as he clutched onto the now aching shoulder.