Stray Kids Angst Collection

Champagne Problems

So, I haven't published in like a year, I hope my readers don't disown me lmao.

I keep feeling so bad for the members I write about TT, I hope they're all doing well, and in their best health.

As always though, my stories never end sad, so we'll see how this goes.

I'm getting excited thinking about people reading my book again, and I'm so excited to read what you guys think. I've genuinely missed this.

Truth is it's been almost 4 years since I've been writing this book, so 31 parts is actually really less, but my toxic trait is that I can't write angst unless I'm sad, so cheers to that.

And also I'm starting to feel like I'm too old to write a wattpad fanfic lmfao.

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T/W- Alcoholism, depression, mild involuntary sexual acts (very mild), panic attack (mild)

Seo Changbin wasn't an alcoholic.

That was a very strong word, he just liked drinking.

But like not even all the time, so he was really fine, it would only be a problem if he were actively thinking about it, like all the time, and he was drinking heavily every other day, which, he wasn't, so it was all, really, all under control.

Right?

Besides, life was going great. Only depressed people become alcoholics, Changbin wasn't depressed.

And, life was going great, so there was no need to worry. Or at least that is what overworked, sleep deprived Changbin had been telling himself for the past 2 months, to soothe his tired soul.

I mean, at least his group was doing well, they were popular, their songs were topping charts, so surely, life couldn't be better?

When all the members drank together, all his worries would just fly away like it wasn't even a problem in the first place.

And it was all fine, as long as he was never alone.

Life couldn't be better.

It just couldn't be better.

And of course being the bright cheerful person he was, it was his job to lift up the moods of everyone else in the group as well. It was his job, and something only he could do.

Even when he was so tired that he couldn't even move, he had to be the one who cracked the joke for everyone to laugh at, he was always the one motivating everyone to keep going, so surely, he couldn't be the one to be the most tired. And even if he was really, really, really  tired, even then, he couldn't show it.

Everyday he forced himself, more and more, and more, so that he could be, nothing less than, the best version of himself.

Everyday without fail.

Whether it be 1 hour of sleep or 2 hours, he had to keep going, for the members, for his fans.

But did he?

Did he have to?

Did he really?

But his members needed him. Or did they?

As long as he had his daily glass of champagne/ wine it'd all be fine.

It was all good till he got his fucking ankle injury.

Then suddenly the delusion he was holding on to keep going, was tearing itself apart inside out.

Suddenly, he was not able to perform, people were bullying him online for ruining Stray Kids performances, and he wasn't able to keep the pace up as well as before.