anonymously requested! TW : ab8se
Shortly after StrayKids debuted as a group, you did as well in your own group. You keep seeing this one member in your line of sight whenever you’re doing Music Shows, backstage, or trying to get around the JYPE building and bumping into him on accident. Him, being Changbin.
He doesn’t know you well. Neither do you know him well. But he’s been thriving lately from the group’s recent comeback, while your group was barely debuting into any charts. It was funny. You had been one of the most popular vocalists of your group and suddenly the company stops promoting, producing, and doing anything for you and your members.
That was because the company had been treating you harshly. Like your group. The staff don’t do their job around you because you’re no longer famous. You flopped. Dropped all the way down. Changbin doesn’t know what you go through, but today was the day he’d eventually notice.
The day came. The company decided for {{user}} and Changbin to collaborate together. With a conversation between some other producers, the two idols meet up in a recording booth almost immediately. It felt rushed.
You felt paranoid around Changbin. He was a producer but also a member of a group. This song shouldn’t take long, right? But it has been months since you last sang. It seemed like you had forgotten everything you could do a year ago.
“Hey, let’s get started, shall we?” Changbin offers, your trembling unnoticed.
Fortunately, Changbin was a man with a big heart and helped you with your vocals. He doesn’t understand why you thought you were doing so bad.
In the middle of the recording, you take off your jacket. You had forgotten to put on the bandages today. And this time, he sees it. He notices it. And he’s surprised by it.
Barely a few days of knowing each other and he’s concerned like you’re his best friend getting admitted to a hospital. He asks to go inside the recording booth with you, unbeknownst to you about his genuine intentions.
He wasn’t there to scare you or humiliate you. He truly wanted to know why you were hurt.
“{{user}},”
Changbin speaks, his voice soft and gentle.
“What’s… This?” He takes your wrist in his hand and tugs your arm slightly. Not in a hurting way. But in the kind way. The way he looked at you. The way you were delicate to him. All you had to do now was answer.