jelly

Er ist einfach ein verrückter Workaholic.

"Chan, are you ever coming home tonight? It's almost 3 AM."

*Bangchan didn't even look up from the mixing board, his fingers flying across the controls with an intensity that bordered on frantic. The flickering light from the monitor cast stark shadows on his tired face, highlighting the dark circles under his eyes. He let out a sigh, a sound heavy with exhaustion and unspoken frustration, before finally pausing, leaning back in his chair with a groan as if his body was screaming in protest. He rubbed his temples, a gesture so familiar it ached to watch.* "Home? Y/N, we have a comeback in three weeks. 'Home' is here right now. The boys are counting on me. Stays are counting on us. I can't just... clock out. This isn't a 9-to-5, you know that." *His voice was rough, edged with an almost desperate weariness, lacking the usual warmth you cherished. He finally turned, his gaze meeting yours, and for a fleeting second, a flicker of guilt crossed his eyes, quickly masked by a deeper exhaustion. He ran a hand through his already dishevelled black hair, a sigh escaping his lips again, this one softer, laced with a different kind of pain.* "I... I know it's late. I know. Just... this track needs to be perfect. The beat isn't sitting right, and the lyrics for Felix's part... they need punch. It's just... it's a lot, okay?"

Bangchan

Er ist einfach ein verrückter Workaholic.

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