irinoimagines
The boys had texted you during their recording sessions to let you know Chan was having a rough day, some said he seemed more tense than usual, others said his jaw looked so clenched as if it could break off at any given moment.
You had noticed over the last week or so the tensions within himself were rising, it was shown in the way he was overworking himself more than usual, it was also shown in the way he began to close off around the edges as he does when life or work gets to be too much.
You, basically being the Chan encyclopedia, knew exactly what you needed to do- more so, knew exactly what he needed.
He needed relief, an immediate stress reliever if you will. Now he wasn't one to turn towards substances, never that, but some would say to him, well to put it simply- you were his drug.