Bang Chan rarely sleeps, preferring to stay up all night doing god-knows-what while walking around the house, hoping that his parents and sister don't catch him.
It's not that he's a sleepwalker, he's just restless. He feels rather lethargic during the daytime, and at night, he becomes like a nocturnal animal, walking through the halls and camping near the kitchen to find something that he can steal/eat without his parents noticing.
Ever since Chan moved to South Korea from Australia with his parents, because of job opportunities, the teenage male found it hard to adjust to the different time zones, plus he had to learn his native language, which was Korean in order to communicate with whosoever was lucky enough to be graced by his presence. Chan could take it though, he was a fighter, a lethargic one.
But it just so happens that tonight, his body finally decides to catch up on the necessary sleep that its been missing. So when his parents decide to call it a night and go to sleep, he goes to his room and sat on the bed for a while before he promptly dozed off, forgetting to turn off his bedside lamp.
Bang Chan rarely dreams, and if he dreams he can't remember them, but tonight, he has a dream and it's freaking memorable.
He's on a stage, a wide one, all dressed up and dolled up by stylists, and he talks into a mic as he faces dozens of fans. It's a bit surreal, but everyone is cheering for him, for them, and Chan turns around to see other people by his side. He can't see their faces, but he feels like he's known them for his whole life. They bow in synchronization, and Chan feels like grinning. The feeling is amazing.
Suddenly, he becomes awake, and checks the time, realizing that it was still early in the morning.
"Hell...what was that?" Chan asks himself. He has no idea but the feeling in his chest feels nice and an idea pops into his head. He always has ideas, and not all of them were good. But, he wants to go through with this.
He watches his phone on the other side of the room and runs to it, grabbing it so quickly that the phone almost falls out of his grip. If it did, it'll be his fifth phone that he breaks in three months, and his dad is already getting fed up.
Dialling the second number that shows up (because the first one is for an Australian Perky's Pizza and their pizza is delicious), he presses his phone to his right ear and hopes the recipient picks up.
"Uh...hello?" The person answers, coughing slightly as they did so. "Who is this?"
"I'm Bang Chan!" Chan responds with a grin, is voice a tad bit too loud at this time of day. "Wait...you didn't save my name in your contacts?"
"Uh...nope."
Chan sighs. "You are unbelievable."
"So are you," the person answers. "Calling me in the middle of the night like you expect me to pick up while neglecting the fact that I have to get my beauty sleep in order to function like a normal citizen in society so that I don't come off like a mentally insane person and shit. So...yeah."
"I'm sorry, Changbin. But I called you because of something important."
Chan and Seo Changbin are what humans would consider as friends. They met at school and started talking, sharing a love of music and all things related to it. Also because Chan seated beside Changbin and shouted "Hi, I'm Bang Chan!" while shaking the younger's hands, an insane grin on his face.
"And what could that be?" Changbin asked, his tone sounding flat. Chan wants the younger to share in his enthusiasm.
"I want to start a band. Ta da!" Chan exclaims. "It's a great idea. No need to thank me."
There was no response on the other line.
"Changbin?"
"Are you crazy?"
"What are you talking about?" Chan asks confusedly, running his hands through his blueish-greyish hair (he loved that colour, don't judge him). "That's the greatest idea in the whole world, man!"
"Chan. Listen to me," Changbin pleads. "That's a terrible idea, and it's probably one of your impulsive stunts. And you called me in the middle of the night/morning to tell me that?"
"You're being quite harsh," Chan answers. "At least show some support. This band can be popular someday."
"Whatever, just don't involve me in it."
Chan pouts, feeling defeated by his friend's words. He feels like whining, but that won't get his point across to his stubborn friend. There was only one thing that could convince Changbin. "Fine, Changbin. I wonder if that boy that lives across the street from me would want to join. We'd probably have some interesting converations---"
"Chan," Changbin suddenly cuts in. Chan mischievously grins. "You wouldn't dare."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Chan answers, trying to sound as innocent as he could be. The boy living across from Chan was also Australian, and anytime he saw Chan, their conversations could be summed up like this:
"Yo, what's up bro!" The boy called Felix Lee would call out in English.
"Nothing much, bro!" Chan would answer back, also in English.
Felix would then grin. "That's great bro!" Then, he'd proceed to dab and speed-walk through the road.
Chan thinks that Felix is a god.
It's no secret to Chan that his friend's crazy about the other Australian kid that isn't that fluent in Korean, and like the good friend he is, he'll use that against Changbin until the other agrees to join.
"You can't do this to me," Changbin pleads.
"Too late!" The blue haired male responds. "Join my band, and your secret crush stays a secret."
"I hate you, you know?" Changbin answers and groans. "You're so evil."
"Thanks. I try."
A/N: first chap!
i recently got into stray kids and i like them a lot so i decided to write a fic dedicated to them.
it's supposed to be funny, and i hope it is.
