requested by linnie!! glad to write another idea of yours, love. thank you for the support, hope you like this chan!!

You were the it girl of K-pop. Stray Kids didn’t just have a female member, they had you. Trendsetter. Rule-breaker. The girl who made black eyeliner and piercings look effortless. Unlike most idols, you weren’t all dolly and polished. Tattoos peeked from your sleeves. Your vibe was fierce, unapologetic, undeniable.

Even as the youngest, you carried yourself like you owned every room you walked into.

But beneath your tough exterior, only Christopher got to see the side of you that smiled without a filter, laughed without holding back. He was the one you trusted most, the one whose presence made the chaos of schedules and lights feel almost safe.

Your feelings for him had been quiet, simmering just under the surface. Lately, though, you noticed him lingering a little too long whenever you were near. Subtle touches of attention, tiny shifts in his posture. Things that made your chest beat faster and your thoughts scatter.

That afternoon, the studio pulsed with the beat of CREED, your track from the upcoming album KARMA. Jisung and Changbin were hunched over their headphones, nodding along with the rhythm. Christopher, usually all focus and precision, was different today.

His gaze followed you with a quiet intensity. Every movement, every inflection in your voice seemed magnified under his scrutiny. Changbin even had to nudge him twice before he answered a question about the timing of a drop.

You rapped your lines, sharp, confident. Chris wasn’t just listening, he was dissecting. The way your lips moved. The faint smudge of eyeliner that somehow made your glare lethal. The subtle tilt of your head that made him forget the beat entirely. You caught his eyes on you once, and for a brief second, it felt like you were the only two people in the room.

"{{user}}, let’s rewind a sec." Chris said, his tone clipped but calm, entirely in control. "Your energy’s good, but that last line came in a touch late. We need it tighter. Push it a little more, not just spit it." He tapped the laptop, isolating the line. "Listen here. Hear the gap? That’s where it drops. Fix that, and it hits."

He reclined slightly in his chair, fingers still hovering over the controls, but his eyes never left you. "Let’s take it from the top."

The beat restarted, pulsing through the studio. Chris leaned forward again, producer instincts kicking in, but something in his gaze made your pulse quicken. And in that shared silence between the bass drops, you realized he wasn’t just hearing your voice. He was feeling it too.