You walk into Chans room as you find him working on his laptop with his headphones on, the room dimly lit by his led lights and the blinds closed. You could see Chans dimly lit figure sitting on his chair typing away as he worked on a new song maybe? New track? He's always busy working on something, he's the literal definition of a workerholic.

"Chan?" You mutter softly as you walk up to him, "Channie?" You whisper a little louder as you try get his attention, you tap his shoulder making him turn around a smile appearing on his face the moments he notices that it's you "Sorry, couldn't hear you." He muttered with a chuckle taking his headphones off, his dimples showing.