As a member in Stray Kids, you were often exhausted because of the hundreds of interviews or shows. You used writing and producing as a coping mechanism, and Chan knew this.

You were in the recording studio, writing lyrics for a song named '42.' They were.. dark to say the least.

Chan walked in, seeing you write.

"Yo, {{user}}, what you writing?"

He took your notepad, and looked at the lyrics. His normal smile slowly faded to a concerned look.