[stray kids • smut]

[3racha • wow]

guys, it had to be done

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"No, no something is missing."

Chan groans rubbing his eyes tiredly, "Changbin, what is it this time?"

A frustrated sigh escapes the short boys mouth, "Fuck, I know, I want to go to sleep as much as you guys, but, I don't know, the song itself, it's fine, but the background seems really..dull."

Jisung interjects quietly behind Changbin's shoulder, "I hate to say it Hyung, but Changbin is right."

The flattered boy smiles, turning around to give the younger a high five.

Chan sighs loudly, "He is right, and I hate it."

3racha had been staying up late this whole week trying to finish this song, every two seconds there was something to tweak, something to fix, and frankly Chan was done with this song, he was done.

Jisung spoke up, "We could put in some sound effects, that could hype it up."

Changbin immediately shook his head, "No, no it doesn't fit, it doesn't make sense with the song."

The Aussie was silent, turning something over in his head, "I think I might have an idea."

Changbin raises his eyebrows in surprise, "Really? What is it?"

A heavy sigh left the oldest's lips, "Jisung get on the mic."

It was a cheap mic, and it stood out like a sore thumb in their producing room, but it was handy to have it right there when you needed it.

Jisung stood up hesitantly, he had no idea what was going through his hyung's heads, and he hated the way Chan whispered to Changbin so lowly, as if for him not to hear.

The youngest stood at the mic expectantly, waiting for orders, it seemed the other two were discussing something seriously.

It made him angry that he wasn't apart of the deliberation, it was always their decisions at the end of the day, "No, it's fine guys, please don't include me, again."

It was attitude, and it made Chan snap his head back towards the boy, eyes hardening at the sight of Jisung's rigid outburst, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Chan seemed to let it go, sighing tiredly, it was late, everyone was cranky.

He hums, as if he's deciding what to say, "Jisung-ah," the boy nods in response, "just trust me okay?"

Jisung giggles nervously, "I always trust you, hyung."

The man looks like he's struggling, "Just.." he nods, finally making eye contact with the boy, "just do what you feel fits with the song."

The boy behind the mic shifts from foot to foot, fiddling with his fingers nervously, "I don't—I don't really know what you mean by that."

Chan places his head in his hands, blushing maybe.

The next to speak is Changbin, he doesn't seem shy at all, "He wants you to moan, Jisung-ah."

He can't help the gasp that comes at the dirty words, his hands shake a little bit, "I—I can't just.." Chan nods, regaining his confidence, it was out in the open now, "Do whatever you gotta do."

Jisung furrows his brow, "Fuck, guys if this is some sort of joke—"

Chan wasn't playing.

"Touch yourself, Jisung."

The boy could already feel him dick twitch in his jeans at the words, a small whimper coming out of his lips.

The Aussie had struck gold, he smirked, the shy boy was gone, "What? You like it when I talk down to you?"