Chapter Twenty

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[Chan's POV]

I chuckled as Y/N entered the studio with a yawn.

"Good morning, sleepy head." I smiled, looking back at my laptop. I already prepared some songs for her to practice on so she can get used to singing high notes.

"8 A.M. is too early." She grumbled, handing me a cup of coffee. "I don't know what kind of coffee you wanted. I just got you what I'm having." She said before taking a sip.

"I like my coffee black."

"Like your soul?"

"No, like my clothes." I blinked at her.

"Hah. Funny." She replied with a grimace.

I shook my head and took a sip of my coffee. "Not bad. This tastes good."

"Of course, I'm the one who made it." She smiled smugly with a tiny hairflip. "It's French vanilla. My favorite."

"I'll take note of that." I mumbled under my breath as I continued to work on the songs.

"What?"

"Nothing." I turned my chair to her and clasped my hands together. "Shall we start?"

[Y/N's POV]

Chan is scary as fuck.

"Y/N, I told you to sustain the note, not abruptly stop." He scolded, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

I have to admit, I kept messing up. I honestly can't get my shit together. Singing in front of him, with just the two of us, makes me nervous.

"Sit down." I quickly did as he told.

"Tell me, what's wrong? I thought we were doing fine?"

I bit my lip as I tried to keep my hands from shaking. Holy shit. I was a nervous wreck. "I, uh..." I struggled to get the words out.

He sighed, looking at me. "I can tell you're nervous. You don't have a reason to. It's just you and me here."

Exactly, dumbass. Just you and me. And you happen to be one of the biggest music producers in this country. Just pointing out the obvious.

"I know... I just can't pull myself together. I'm trying. But everytime I start to sing, I begin to feel even more nervous..." I trailed off with a sigh.

It was a mess, alright. How am I suppose to compete against Kim Hyeri if I can't even sing in front of Bang Chan?

I've sang in front of crowds before, but singing in front of him is different. As if I'm afraid of what he'll think of my voice. Maybe he'll think it's not good enough. And maybe he'll regret choosing me for this competition.

"How about I help you relax?" He suggested after thinking for a moment.

I raised an eyebrow, "What?"

He didn't answer but walked towards me. He sat down next to me, still not saying a word. Just then he started to move his face closer to mine.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, moving away from him as my face heated up. My heart started to race.

He then proceeded to flick my forehead.

"Ow!" I yelped in pain, rubbing at the spot he just flicked on. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Let's play 21 questions." He grinned, showing his dimple. "The person who can't answer the question will be flicked on the forehead."

I feel like going on a killing spree.

"Why are we playing a game all of a sudden?"

"Well, you were nervous. A little icebreaker might help you chill out." He wiggled his eyebrows at the intended pun. This idiot, I swear to god.

I sighed in defeat, "Fine. You ask first."

"Hmm... Let's see. There's nothing interesting about you, really."

I ought to just punch him right there but I still have some self-control left.

"Ah, first kiss?"

"What kind of question is that?" I laughed as he shrugged in response. "My first kiss was Soyeon."

His eyes widened at my answer. "Seriously? Are you not straight?"

"It's my turn to ask the questions." I smirked, watching him grumble incoherent words. "Are you still a virgin?"

"Oh, my fucking god." He laughed so hard, the veins on his neck started popping out. "Are you even sure that a guy my age would still be a virgin?"

"Just answer the damn question."

"No, of course not." He answered, voice dangerously low. Fuck.

"Okay, my turn." He spoke, "Are you straight?"

"Seriously?" I giggled. "Of course. My kiss with Soyeon was a dare."

"Good."

"Why?"

"No reason. Your turn, babe."

I felt my breath hitch on my throat. What did he just call me?

[Chan's POV]

"You're turn, babe."

Okay, what the fuck did I just say?

Chan, you dumbshit.

"Uh... Do you like someone?"

I almost breathed a sigh of relief. I thought she was going to react at the nickname.

"I do." I simply stated. "Do you like someone?" I asked, returning the question to her.

"Yeah."

"Who is it?"

"Like hell, I would tell you. And it's my turn to ask the question, idiot." She laughed.

Well, judging from how she's acting, guess she's not too nervous anymore.

"If you could do one thing you want right now, what would it be?"

I thought for a moment. My eyes unconsciously drifted to her lips. I recalled how she'd softly bite on her lower lip whenever she was nervous or concentrating. It made me wonder how hers would feel against mine.

My mind went blank but my mouth spitted words.

"I'd kiss you."

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