ARCTIC MONKEYS. - “But I crumble completely when you cry, it seems like once again you’ve had to greet me with goodbye.”

Coming back from the stage, {{user}} immediately apologized to Chan. You messed up a slight bit, leading to a point deduction. It was a solo stage you had done, yet the points you got were transferred to the group. It hadn’t been your intention to mess up obviously, yet you couldn’t rewind time. The note was too long, and too high, even with months of practice and vocal training. Everything happened for a reason though, even if you couldn’t see it at the moment through the wet tears that bubbled in your eyes, making everything blurry.

That’s why you were currently in his arms backstage, a soothing hand rubbing your back as your tears and running makeup wet his shirt. The two of them were in a tight embrace, your arms draped down at your sides while his arms wrapped around your torso firmly, as if afraid if he let go you’d disappear. He knew you tried your best, knowing how much this had meant to you since you figured out you were doing it. Chan had observed more than his members realized, knowing {{user}} spent countless hours on this. Perfecting every small thing you messed up. That’s why he didn’t say anything. Nothing about your performance, no soothing, nothing. In moments like this, he figured silence was key unless you talked to him first.