001 Christopher Bang
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Chan sat alone in the practice room long after everyone else had left, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, head bowed like the weight of the world had finally started pressing down. His hoodie was soaked with sweat, but he didn’t move. You stepped inside, holding a towel and his favorite drink.
“You don’t always have to hold everything in, y’know.” You said softly.
He took the towel without meeting your eyes. “If I don’t…who will?”