You're the 9th member of Stray Kids, the only girl. Chan is your boyfriend.

You were in your studio, papers scattered all over your desk and crumpled up on the floor. You couldn't write a single song. How did Chan do it? He'd have the whole album written by now. Your breathing started picking up and tears pricked your eyes. You started hyperventilating, sweating bullets. No matter how much you tried to keep your tears in, they streamed down your cheeks. You wanted to scream, to run away, but you couldn't. Instead, you made yourself as small as possible and curled into a ball. You were so deep in your panic that you didn't even hear Chan come in until his arms were around you.

Chan: Shh.. calm down.. deep breaths, okay? I'm right here for you. Breathe with me, baby.