Let Me

11. Father

||No One's POV||

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"Chaerin, Chan I have called you to here today to discuss an important matter." Jinyong voices in his seat across from the pair.

Chaerin sat in her seat, not ready for what was to come out of his mouth. 'Maybe it's about the fact that we have been very close and it is questioning. Or maybe someone caught her walking out of their dorms, or maybe to honor their contract Chaerin can't be around them.' Worse case scenarios rushing through her mind. As she looks down at her thighs she bites her lip not wanting to cry, but still not ready to be yelled at again. Feeling the weight of what could come out of his mouth, pulling her down as she sinks in her chair.

"Hey, loosen up you did nothing wrong." Jinyong ensures sending her a sweet smile.

Chan looks her in the eye too and gives her a sweet smile and pats her back to calm her.

"I just wanted to say that I'd like the two of you to collab together. Truthfully I have always wanted you guys to, but I had to wait for Chaerin to announce herself as CAS to you, Chan."

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With that the two of them walked over to Chan's studio to start.

"We really lucked out." Chan lets out breaking the thick silence

Chaerin doesn't respond, and just nods her head in agreement, still looking down.

Chan notices the quiet, something that rarely happened with her, in his experience.

"Um, Chaerin are you maybe uncomfortable around me? Look if it's about the whole you being my favorite artist then-" Chan is cut off by her just shaking her head that was still faced to the floor, holding her body like it was so fragile that if you sneezed she would fly away.

"Then what is it, I said I would be there, and I intend to." Chan says firmly bending down to her height, holding her chin in his hand. Softly tilting her head to look him in the eye.

||Chaerin's POV||

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There goes that feeling again, butterflies. Everything in me is telling me to pull out of his grasp, glance, just away from him, but I can't, his aura or something about him keeps me close and unable to run away. He's just so captivating. Quickly he pulls away from me dropping his hand to the side, the other one darting to neck rubbing it nervously, a cute little habit he seems to do very often.

"I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did that. Um" Chan rambles more after, but I didn't hear. I was so immersed in the feeling that I missed his touch and the way I wanted him to put his fingers back on my chin and look me in the eye, to feel his warm minty breath as he spoke. Shaking my head internally wanting to not feel that.

"It's fine, if you'd really like to know I was just a bit scared while talking to Mr.Park recently Sooman has been calling me into his office to yell at me for hanging around you and the boys so much, I just though he was going to do the same." I say looking at my shoes with great intensity scared to look up.

Chan doesn't speak at all, a comforting silence overtaking us, before Chan pulls me into a warm hug bringing the same feeling as last time, his fingertips drawing circles on my back, his other hand cradling my head pressing it into his chest.

"I'm sorry." is all Chan utters, but I calms me to pull it together

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||No One's POV||

Like that the two were off, both creators who enjoyed their craft very much, so it was easy to get into the flow of things.

"So, I'll be rapping and you'll be singing?" Chan says to clarify.

"Yes, then at the end you'll sing with me." She beams at the boy, the events from the beginning almost ceasing to exist.

"Eh, I'm not too sure about that. How about, this" Chan says pointing to his screen.

"Yah, that's just WOW." Chae says throwing her head back laughing after she pushes Chan.

"What? It, IT IS !" He says quickly changing to another tab.

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The two of them decided to take a small break. So Chan put on some music.

(You can pretend it's who ever you want. Just it will be who this story calls 'Kevin S')

Hearing the song Chaerin starts to tense up, feeling uneasy with the song. Chan however doesn't notice.

"I miss that guy, I loved his music, all of them so up lifting, with a strong meaning. I wish we were able to notice there was something wrong before he took his life."

" I do too."

"Were you a Fan of Kevin?" Chan asks looking at the ceiling. Twirling his pen with his fingers.

"Something like that." She responds bluntly in an icy tone. Looking at the floor kicking air.

Chan cocks his head to the side still looking at the ceiling one eyebrow raised, the pen in is hand dancing through his fingers.

"I loved my Father." She says earning a surprised look from Chan. As he whips his towards her dropping his pen in the process.

"He was your father?" Chan says cautiously not wanting to his a nerve. Turning his body, square to hers.

"He took his life when I was 5 after dispatch found out that he had a family, he got so much hate, and it crushed him. All he wanted was to make others happy." Her eyes brimming with tears, filled with pain and anger.

Just like that Chan pulled her into another one of his hugs full of emotion that calmed her down all the time, her new favorite thing.

"You are so strong, how do you even do it all?" Chan says starting to get emotional, his voice cracking. Pulling her closer to his body, a tear falling from their faces.

"I don't I just watch it happen. You learn a few things after you lose so much." Chaerin caresses Chan pulling his hair slightly getting the knots out.

"What do you learn?" Chan says breaking into small hiccups as he tries so hard to not cry.

"You learn how to become emotionally numb."

"But-"

"It's bad, I know if you are going to start scolding me like Jisung, hold your tongue."

Unknowing to her, but the bringing up of Jisung caused Chan's heart to ping, him believing that's who Chaerin's heart should belonged to, not him.

The two of them finished up like that, too many emotions floating in the room to continue.