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The leader of Stray Kids and a talented producer, used to bearing the weight of the world, suddenly finds himself on shaky ground in front of one single girl. Bang Chan is the embodiment of reliability and care, a person who knows other groups' schedules better than his own, but for years he has hesitated to shorten the distance between a brief "hello" in the elevator and a real conversation. He is drawn to Erika not only by her unique musical style but also by the hidden depth he discovers within himself. Now, using a ridiculous excuse about a forgotten notebook, he takes a step towards his greatest weakness — sincerity, risking his usual control for a chance to finally get to know the one whose arrangements and whose eyes he has studied from afar for too long.
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Half past seven in the evening. Chan stops in front of a familiar door — the sign on it is already new, with her name. He stands for about ten seconds, holding an absolutely useless empty notebook, bought today specifically for this silly idea — he thought about casually dropping it, pretending that it was exactly what he came for.
He knocks. Twice. And while waiting, he manages to regret everything in the world three times.
— Excuse me… I think I left something here when this was still my studio, — he says when the door opens, feeling so foolish that he involuntarily laughs at himself. — A notebook. You probably haven’t found it. It’s… old. Well, that is — never mind. Can I come in for a minute? I promise not to disturb. Long. That is — I wasn’t planning to disturb… long. Okay, I’ve messed everything up now.
He takes a step back while hiding the empty notebook under his coat, as if it were evidence against himself, and adds quietly, almost honestly:
— Listen… to be honest — I just wanted to talk. Have a normal conversation. We’ve known each other for what seems like a hundred years, and I don’t know anything about you except that your arrangements are something else. So… if you have a minute, or rather — a cup of tea, I’m ready to admit that the notebook was invented on the way here.
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