Chapter 1 (1/2)

Chrispy: yoo

Chrispy: yooooOO UUUUU

Y/N: wut

Chrispy: bring water on ur way here

Chrispy: ill pay u

Y/N: u kno after this many hrs in ur man cave i was hoping ud ask for atleast food.

Chrispy: food is temporary

Chrispy: music is forever

Chrispy: come quick im dissociating

It was quite a chance to hang out with Chan these days, his schedule never stops growing and is never a suprise. He was the only guy you probably knew that had something to write down for that "where do you see yourself in 50 yrs" question, he had it drilled down since middle school days. Your friendship never stopping you from being seriously jealous, but fortunate for not having whatever he has now.

You contemplated whether 1 bottle of water would even be suffice, knowing Chan he probably never left his studio seat since the morning.

Probably not even to go pee. Gross.

You laughed off the idea of how concerningly gremlin your friend has become, paying for the drinks and extra snacks at the convenient store on the way to the JYP building.

Atleast be glad Chan is showing all sides of him to you, had his fans known the waves of his mental state by the hour theyd be boycotting for extended sleep days.

Chan was definetly crazy, but he was good at his shit. And you digged it, quite a lot.

You made it to the studio door and was welcomed by an unfamiliar feeling..

Usually it was bass vibrations that could be felt through the walls, making you keep mental note of the number of horn melodies Chan can generate.

But you didnt feel, anything.

Just the hard tap of snares, a slow kick of bass, a hollow and angelic set of strings, a guitar?

"Chan open uuup" you groaned, ur curiosity heightened as you hear him cutting the speakers almost, frantically.

"Yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaah y/n!" Pulling you into a half hug by the shoulder. Its warm and just enough to set you both into a familiar comfy blue mood. Chan steps back to showcase his eyebrow risen smile which lets you take in how drained he looks. Eyebags roughed, eyelids creased, skin slightly paler, and hair beyond a mess.

Somehow this raw look on him in your opinion, was better than any of his on stage looks.

Maybe you did have a thing for gremlins.

"Ok Chan, what have you been up to"