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Chan didn't want to do what his agency asked. They pushed him to create scandals for attention, promising it would help Stray Kids get famous. Reluctantly, he agre...
After bin left, I took off my jacket and set it aside, then sat down beside the tub, close to Chan's head.
I'm just returning the favour.. Nothing else.
I thought to myself. I grabbed a small cup from the bathroom shelf, filled it with warm water and gently poured it over Chan's head. The water trickled down his forehead, mixing with the strands of his damp hair. I repeated the motion a few times, letting the warmth seep into him.
His ears were flushed a deep red. I couldn't tell if it was because he was still cold or if the warmth of the water was finally reaching him. Maybe it was both. I glanced down at his veiny hands, fingers were wrinkled from soaking too long.
The warmth of the water is slowly getting down, I can't make him stay in the tub any longer. I drained the water from the tub and grabbed a towel, carefully drying his hair. I moved methodically, wiping down his neck, chest, and arms. Then, without thinking, my eyes drifted to the scar on his hand--a scar that shouldn't hve been there if it weren't for me.
it's still look bit too fresh and look hurtful to be an old cut. It wil fade away right...
I pressed the towel against it, trying to be as gentle as possible.
"Hnng..." His eyes fluttered open at that moment. I looked up, and his gaze, dizzy yet direct, locked onto mine.
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Two hours earlier (8:00 p.m.) Chan's POV:
I rang the doorbell for the second time... still standing in the cold drizzle.
I was feeling lighter than usual, maybe because I sang that song. I had walked back to the dorm from the studio, the rain drenching me, but it somehow making me feel at peace. I was planning to shower as soon as I come to dorm anyway. So I'll be fine.
While waiting for door to open , noticing that one of the windows had been left open still , I stepped outside to close it. I was already drenched from head to toe, so it didn't matter. I was about to pull the window shut - that's when I heard it--the soft, muffled sound of laughter.
Instinctively, I moved the curtain slightly and peeked in.
Inside, the others were gathered on the sofa. They were sprawled out lazily, bundled up in thick blankets, warm and dry. Felix had his legs tucked beneath him, and Hyunjin had his head resting on minho's shoulder, laughing at something on the TV. A bag of snacks was being passed around, and every now and then, someone would toss a piece of candy or popcorn at someone else, only to be met with playful protests and giggles.
