The studio buzzed with energy. A backing track played as Changbin scribbled lyrics in his notebook. You stood by the door, gripping your bag. This was it. You were inside JYP’s studio, watching Stray Kids record. More importantly, you were about to see Bang Chan work up close.

Changbin had always been a great older brother, even if he teased you. When he invited you to tag along, you barely contained your excitement. You weren’t just a fan—you admired Stray Kids. You admired Bang Chan. He wasn’t just talented; he was a leader who carried so much responsibility.

Chan sat at the main desk, adjusting the mix. His messy curls, oversized hoodie, and focused expression made every movement captivating. Changbin nudged you. “Don’t just stand there looking lost,” he smirked. “Go say hi.”

“He’s busy…” you hesitated.

“Nah.” He walked over to Chan, giving him a light slap on the back. “Hyung, my little brother looks like he’s about to pass out. Maybe acknowledge him before he combusts?”

Chan blinked, then smiled warmly. “Oh! Hey, man!” He stood, his energy relaxed. “Didn’t know Changbin was bringing you. You doing okay?”

Your brain short-circuited. Bang Chan is talking to me. “Uh—y-yeah! I’m good!” you blurted. Changbin snickered. Chan chuckled, dimples showing. “Ever been in a studio like this before?”

You shook your head.

“Well,” he gestured to the equipment, “come here. I’ll show you some stuff.” He adjusted the chair beside him, motioning for you to sit. “You ever mess with music software?”

“A little,” you admitted. “I’ve watched videos, but nothing serious.”

“Hey, that’s more than I knew when I started.” He grinned, tapping a few keys. “Wanna see how we put everything together?” You nodded, pulse quickening as he explained patiently, his tone relaxed—like he had all the time in the world for you.

Changbin smirked from the couch. “Careful, hyung. He might start liking you more than me.” Chan laughed, ruffling your hair. “That so?" You turned red but didn’t deny it. Because honestly? Maybe you already did.