IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU [STRAYKIDS BANGCHAN × READER]

CHAPTER 17

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CHAN'S POV

I keep biting my lip in frustration, staring at the monitor in front of me.

I've been working on our last song for the debut album since 5 p.m. and it's nearly 1 a.m. in the morning now, but something just does not sit right with me.

Changbin, Han and I did finish the lyrics around 8 p.m., so I send them off to get a nice meal together, telling them I would just work out a little more, so they wouldn't worry about me staying at the company.

And I did do that - with the hope to clear my head so that I could figure out what was bordering me so much about this track.

Well, safe thing to say, that did not work out at all.

I ruffle through my still slightly wet, curly hair - from the shower I took after the gym -, sighing frustrated by this whole mess.

I lean back in my chair, playing the song with the pre-recording again and again.

"Gosh, that shit is making me go crazy. Why do I not like it? For f*ck sake.", I exclaim into the lonely room.

I stand up angrily, my chair almost falling over as I pull out my phone to do ...
I don't know what, just something to distract me, so I won't explode from my held back anger, I guess.

I unlock it, just to be greeted by y/n face on full display.

That cute little selfie of hers, she sent into the group chat.

F*ck, she looked so beautiful and sweet. Of course, I needed to save it, to look at it over and over again.

A pretty good distraction indeed!
Just one that frustrats me more than anything, even more than this damn song.

"Gosh, screw everything. This is not helping.", I say to myself, taking in a deep breath to calm down.

I throw my phone on the couch and concentrate, leaning over the desk and playing the track again.
Closing my eyes, I try to focus on every detail.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I hear a loud rumble right in front of my door followed by laughter from a woman.

It catches me off guard, breaking the zone, I was in.
"Are you for real right now?", I say through gritted teeth, annoyed and tired.

I stamp towards the door, opening it aggressively - not able to control my strength right now -, to call out who ever is making so much noise at 1 a.m.

As I swing it open. The person in front just falls back on the floor.

Long a bit wavy hair floods the carpet underneath her.

I can't really process what I'm seeing right in front of my eyes.

To be exactly, WHO I'm seeing.

She chuckles again, our eyes meeting.

"Hey Chan, nice seeing you.", she says sweetly, her words slurring a little.

"Y/n?"

"That's me.", she puts a finger in the air, "Well that's one way to call me, but I can't tell you my other, english name.", she continues, the last half only a mumbled whisper.

I try to make sense of this whole situation, ignoring her yapping.

"Are you - are you drunk? And why would you come here of all places and not just go home?"

"Sloooow, Bang Chan. My brain needs a minute.", she pouts, massaging her temples, still laying on the damn floor.

I sigh, clearly knowing the answer to my first question just by her behavior.