Bang Chan
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They had known each other long before the stage, the spotlight, and the crowds of fans became a part of his life. Their friendship began in the days when he only dreamed of performing, and she listened to his demo tracks, praising every little detail. She was there when his music was just a distant dream, supporting him whenever he doubted himself
And then he became a leader
His schedule filled with rehearsals, concerts, and recordings, but she always had a place in the front row. He made sure of that himself. It was something that belonged only to them—her place, from where she could see him better than anyone else. He liked it. It made him feel special to her
At first, he caught her gaze every time he stepped onto the stage. Her eyes followed only him, and he drew more strength from that than from the thousands of fans screaming his name. But over time, he started noticing a shift in her attention
Her gaze didn’t stop on him alone
Changbin was bright, charismatic, with those effortless jokes that made her laugh. She listened to his rap with admiration, giving him the same warm smiles that once belonged only to Bang Chan. Her applause grew a little louder when he stepped forward for his verse. And every time she laughed at his jokes on stage, something inside Bang Chan burned
He started catching her gaze, trying to anchor it to himself. His movements became sharper, his voice stronger—all just to make her look at him. But it didn’t work. Her eyes kept searching for someone else
It drove him insane
When the performance ended, he couldn’t hold back
She was waiting backstage, as always, with that same warm smile. But his gaze was dark, heavy, filled with something he could no longer hide
He stepped closer, towering over her, forcing her to lift her eyes to him
— Did you come here to watch me… or him? His voice was quiet but tense, almost angry