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Bangchan never really let the hate get to him.
“Haters are gonna hate.” Felix told him when he was complaining about annoying “Stays” on X. He thought that was quite badass, and decided to add it as the lyrics to one of their songs. If only Felix would say something badass and insightful right now so could it add to his song.
He's gotten everything from “kill yourself” to “skz disband”—He thinks he’s grown pretty resilient to it. But comments like this one leave a pretty big bruise on his mental state.
It was 4 am and Bangchan abruptly woke up in the middle of the night. Weird. He was sleeping well. Better than most days at least. He unlocked his phone and read through the X posts under his hashtag.
Post on X:
“Leave skz. You can’t sing, you can’t rap, you can’t dance. And let’s not talk about your song writing ‘skills’ and your excuse for ‘visuals’.Stray kids is much better without you”
Oh.
Bangchan gave no reaction. He just stared at the post and thought.
Seungmin is a much better singer than he will ever be.
Changbin is one of the best rappers he's ever seen.
Lee know can dance.
Han writes his songs heartfelt and deep with emotion like no one else can.
Hyunjins visuals are no joke.
Bangchan?
He liked the post and went back to sleep.
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“ng…” “Hyung!” Something was shaking Bangchan. “Hyungggg!!!”
Bangchan jolted awake and looked up, where I.N was looking at him wary. “Huh?! Oh…Innie…good-”
“Hyung! Are you ok?! Did you have a bad dream?!”
“…? What are you talking about?”
I.N drew a tear stream on his face. “You’re crying!”
Bangchan touched his cheek. There was a damp stream along his eye to his cheek to his lip. He looked down and saw that his pillow was damp with presumably tears.
“I…I didn’t have a bad dream…I don’t think I dreamt at all actually…” He touched his eye, eyelashes a little wet. He looked back up at I.N, who still had a worried look on his face.
“It’s ok Innie, I’m fine,” He reassured, noticing his expression. “You woke me up to go to the gym right? Let’s go.” He stood up and headed to the bathroom, being quick to avoid any further questions from the younger.
He quickly brushed his teeth and splashed water on face to wake him up. He threw on an outfit similar to the one he was sleeping in, black sleeveless top and a black jorts and applied spray-on deodorant. He met I.N at the door, a duffel bag in his hands. He's texting someone on his phone.
“Ready, let’s go.” Bangchan says.
I.N's eyes widen at the sound of Bangchan's voice. He quickly turns his phone off. “Huh? Oh yeah, let’s go.”
Bangchans eyes him suspiciously, but ignores it and walks through the door.
…………….
Bangchan unlocked the door and immediately flopped on the couch while I.N walked into the bathroom and turned on the water, leaving it running to get hot while he took off his clothes. Bangchan decides that he’ll chill a little on his couch before taking a shower. Maybe just 5 minutes.
5 minutes turned into 10 and 10 turned into an hour.
Some show was playing on the TV but he was really paying attention to it. He texted some friends and caught up with his sister, then he texted the rest of 3racha to schedule a meet up.
3racha🔥🔥🔥🔥
Christopher: yo guys, I’m having trouble with the song rn :/ Can we meet up later or sometime before work days so we can talk about it??
Hannie liked the message
Hannie: anytime works rn 👍
Binnnie: it’s not like you to be stuck on lyrics lol
Hannie liked Binnnies message
Binnnie: Also I’m free today yeah
Christopher: yeah idk what’s going on rn
Christopher replied to Binnnies message: ok so 1’s good?
Binnie and Hannie liked Christopher’s message
He was very grateful for those two.
They always knew how to fix a song lyric mishap with a flick of switch.
They always knew how to do anything.
Unlike Bangchan.
The show was suddenly at a loud part that surprised him, leaving him annoyed. He turned off the TV and headed to the bathroom to take a much needed shower, erasing the bad thoughts he was getting.
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He stepped out and put a towel around his waist, then he walked to his room, leaving wet footprints on the wooden floor. He struggled to open the door, due to the pile of clothes behind it that he thought he cleaned up. He slid through the small space between the door frame and door, then closed it. He threw on some appropriate clothing for a casual meetup and sat on his chair, opening his lyric notebook before scanning his mess of a song then immediately closing it, sighing. He was bored, so he got up to harass his only and favorite makbae.
Comment on recent Instagram post:
“Let’s hope your face changes along with this groups sound lol”