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Chris is drunkkk!! NOURR WAY!

The atmosphere in the studio was tense from the start. 3RACHA, the well-known trio from Stray Kids, had been invited to an interview .
As the show went on, the host suddenly suggested playing a drinking game where the loser of each round had to take a shot. It caught them off guard. The show was live, and refusal wasn't an easy option without causing a scene, so they reluctantly agreed.

As the rounds went on, Chan's unease grew. He noticed how the host kept pushing Han to drink more. It was clear the host enjoyed watching the younger member struggle with the alcohol. The smirk on his face whenever Han hesitated to drink made Chan's blood boil.

At one point, Chan could no longer stand by. Without a second thought, Chan grabbed the glass from Han's hand and downed the contents in one go, not caring about the burn in his throat. He couldn't stand to see Han suffer, especially for some twisted form of entertainment.

"Chan hyung, it's fine... You don't even like to drink-"Han began, his voice a quiet plea in their secret conversation, but Chan cut him off,

"Stop it, Han.."

his tone firm yet tinged with worry . "You've had gastric issues lately, and you haven't even eaten properly today. What will happen if you keep drinking like this?"

"i know chan hyung-"Han tried to argue, but the concern in Chan's gaze silenced him.

"just let me handle this." he said glaring at the host.

Meanwhile, Changbin was trying to keep up with the interview, answering the host's questions with a forced smile, all while sensing the tension building between his members.

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"Hyung, are you okay?
You drank a lot...
This host is crazy,"

I whispered, leaning in close as I gently grabbed chan's knee under the table.

Chan managed a faint smile, though it didn't reach his eyes.

"We just have to deal with this for one more hour, right?
Let's get this over with."

he murmured, trying to reassure me.

We were all regretting coming here. Chan's head hung low. I could tell he is definitely drunk more than he should have and it made me feel guilty-It's all because of me... He had to take my shots too... The thought gnawed at me, filling me with regret.

The host started firing questions at Chan non-stop. It was obvious Chan was struggling to keep up, so Bin and I tried to step in, answering on his behalf whenever we could.
But it was clear the host had set his sights on Chan, showing no empathy as he suddenly invited him to dance.

I just really want to hit this host so bad, I thought, my hands balling into fists under the table.

As if reading my thoughts, Chan gently patted my shoulder before standing up, though I could see how difficult it was for him. He was unsteady, and I watched with mounting concern as he attempted to dance. At one point, he nearly slipped, barely catching himself before he could fall.

Finally, it was over.
The moment the cameras stopped rolling, I didn't bother hiding my anger.. I completely ignored the host, refusing to greet him back.
Why should I?
The entire interview had been a disaster, and we all knew we would never come back to such a place again.

As Chan struggled to stand up from the chair, I wrapped one of his arms around my shoulder, placing my hand around his waist to help him up.

We made our way to our car. Once we reached the car, I carefully guided him into the backseat, making sure he was settled before climbing in beside him. His head lolled back against the seat, eyes half-closed.