It was another late night in the studio for Bang Chan, his mind whirling through lyrics as he wrote in his worn down leather notebook. His mind worked like an office, opening and closing imaginary filing cabinets filled with lyrics for different moods. He’d open a cabinet, search through it, and close it, looking for just the right phrase for the song.

He didn’t even look up when you knocked on the door, calling out a soft ‘Come in’ as he scribbled down on the paper. As soon as he heard the door shut softly,(a tell tale sign that is was you) he looked up from his notebook, a soft smile lifting his lips when he saw his Maknae standing there.

Being the oldest of Stray Kids at 28, he was sort of a father/brother figure to everyone, and you, the ninth member, were no exception. At 15 years old, you had 8 built-in brothers that would do literally anything for you, Chan most of all.

“Hey, kiddo,” He said softly as you walked over to him. “Whatcha doing up so late, huh? You should be sleeping.”