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"Please?" Chan whines, begging you.
"I'm mad that you dragged me all the way over here for this," You huff, crossing your arms across your chest.
"Y/n, please? Just once and I'll never ask you again. I promise." He pulls your chair closer to his.
"Someone is going to hear." You warn him, still refusing to look at him.
"You know better than anyone that this room is soundproof." You turn to finally look at your boyfriend. He's slightly hunched over his chair, hanging onto yours trying to keep you from leaving.
You're glad Changbin and Jisung aren't hear right now. They would either tease the both of you or be utterly disgusted. Both are valid reactions.
Chan called you to come into the studio saying it was an emergency. The "emergency" being him needing you to howl for soundbite for future songs. You need to sit him down and have a serious talk about emergencies one day. The last time this happened, he wanted to see who was faster in a race to settle a bet with the rest of the boys.
"I'm not howling for you to record!" You groan, getting up from your chair and walking over to the couch.
"What if I bark?" He furrows his eyebrows and presses his lips together.
"That's got to be racist." You scoff, rolling your eyes as you pull out your phone.
"If I apologize, will you howl for me?" He rolls his chair towards you
"Do you ever quit?"
"Of course not. How do you think I debuted?" He gets up from his chair and kneels next to you. "...What if I paid you?"
"Christopher!" You groan out of frustration.
"Royalties and everything." He pushes.
"Why don't you get Seungmin to do it?"
Chan stares at you blinking for a moment. You can hear the gears turning in his head while you absentmindedly scroll through Instagram. You glance at Chan only to find him smirking at you.
"Are jealous because you can hear Seungmin going 'mong mong' in a song?" He leans in closer to you.
"What? No!" You throw your phone on the couch, turning your head and crossing your arms yet again.
"Well, I'm in love with you, not Seungmin. And I was planning on using your voice in a love song. But I guess if you really don't want to--"
"What kind of howl do you want?" You quickly get up and sit in front of the mic, blocking how red your face has gotten from Chan's line of sight.
"There's more than one kind?" He asks excitedly as he goes back to his laptop.
"Oh, fuck me," You mutter under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut.
"Later," He waves you off. "Now about these howls..."