Christopher Bang. Singer, dancer, leader. The head of Stray Kids, a KPOP phenomenon.

Chan was the kindest soul. A beautiful human being with far too much love for the world and its inhabitants. Even when they tore him down over and over. He had a group of boys to lead, travelling around the world on tour, putting on concerts every week.

It was a tiring schedule, between performing or practicing, there was rarely time for a break. Especially for Chan. He put insane amounts of pressure on himself to do well. He couldn't let his boys down. His family.

And that's what brings you here. Failure. That's what Chan thought he was. Sitting in the practice room alone on the floor, sweating and sore from overworking himself. It had to be 1 AM by now, the JYP agency building totally empty except for him. And you.

You were Chan's childhood friend. The person he had done everything from karaoke to ice cream runs with. The two of you had been best friends when you were little, all the way up until you were teens. Up until the agency told him not to have outside friends. They didn't want rumors to start and fans to get upset.

You hadn't seen him in a year. But you received a concerned text from his mother, asking you to check on him.