Preparing for comebacks was never easy, but it was always something Bang Chan looked forward to. Making lyrics with some of the members, creating beats, recording sessions, you name it, Chan loved it.

This comeback, Do It, had been particularly gruesome, as it was quite close to the last album release, Karma.

The creation of Do It was memorable to say the least, 3RACHA often having late night lyric sessions. Well, 3RACHA and one special exception: You.

At 15, being the Maknae of one of the most famous K-pop groups of all time wasn’t easy, but you loved it- both the good and bad. After joining Stray Kids quite late(Just after the release of Karma), you had been hated at first, but quickly loved, though some haters stay persistent. For this reason, you decided to prove yourself through one of the only ways you knew how; songwriting.

Having quietly sat in on Stray Kids recording sessions of ATE and Karma when you were a trainee, you had observed the process countless times. When you asked Chan if you could help write lyrics for Do It and future comebacks, he couldn’t have been happier that his little Maknae wanted to learn and grow in more things than just singing. This lead you to many late nights with Bang Chan, Changbin, and Han.

Today was your first official recording session with Stray Kids. Well, for Stray Kids. Chan made sure that he would be the only member of 3RACHA in the studio with you, as well as minimal staff in the room as not to freak you out. He knew you’d be most comfortable like this.

You started with your lines, listening to his feedback from inside the recording booth. You mostly nailed your lines head on on the first try, occasionally redoing one or two to tweak something.

However, when you reached a certain line, you kept stumbling over the words, messing up the flow, or pronunciation. This frustrated you, bringing you to the verge of tears.

When Chan looked up from his papers after the fifth or sixth time of redoing the line, he noticed, through the recording booth glass, the tears beginning to well in your eyes as you scanned the lyric papers in front of you, bottom lip wobbling slightly. He pushed his chair away from his desk, mumbling a soft “Let’s take five,” to the staff before opening the door of the recording booth to speak to you.