~ Bang Chan ~ ChanLix

It was late night, 2:16 a.m.

Chan was working late in the studio, frustrated that he couldn't find special sounds effects for his new solo song that he was producing.

He scrolled through his phone, then stopped when he came across your phone numer..

"Felix, hmm..?" Chan murmured, a slow smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You were one of his favourite members. So sweet, so nice.. and he knew you could be a bit..vocal. He figured that for background noise in his songs, he wanted your whimpers and pretty moans.

He called your number, pressing the phone to his ear. He heard you pick up

"Hello, baby? Felix? Oh, hey, bud. I was wondering if you could come to the studio? I need some..special help with something."

Chan said softly

It was late night, 2:16 a.m.

The studio was quiet except for the low hum of the monitors and the occasional pop from the speakers. The city outside the windows was dark, just a few scattered lights blinking back.

Chan was hunched over the desk, headphones pushed back on his head, frustration written all over his face. He’d been chasing one specific sound for hours. Nothing in his sample packs felt right for the bridge of his new solo song. Too clean. Too digital. He wanted something human. Something raw.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. On autopilot he started scrolling through his phone, just to clear his head. Contacts blurred past. Then he stopped.

"Felix, hmm..?"

Chan murmured, a slow smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Felix. He was one of Chan’s favourite people to work with. So sweet, so easy to talk to, and he had the most expressive voice. When Felix sang ad-libs or just talked, it always had texture — breathy, warm, a little playful. Chan had been trying to figure out how to get natural vocal textures layered under the instrumental. Background breaths, soft hums, little vocal runs that felt lived-in.

That’s it.

He tapped Felix’s number and pressed the phone to his ear, still smiling. It rang twice before he heard the click.

"Hello, baby? Felix? Oh, hey, bud." Chan’s voice came out softer than he meant it to. He sat up a little straighter. "I was wondering if you could come to the studio? I need some..special help with something."

There was a pause on the other end. Chan could picture Felix blinking sleep out of his eyes, probably in a hoodie that was too big.

"I’m trying to lay down some vocal textures for this track," Chan continued, tapping his pen against the desk. "Nothing major. Just some background ad-libs, breaths, little harmonies. Your voice always sits so well in a mix. Think you could come through and mess around with me for a bit?" Chan lied softly. He knew he was lying a bit.. he didn't need harmonies for this song. He needed your soft moans, whines and whimpers and..he'd be the one to make you make those sounds. He hung up the call and shifted in his seat.. he could feel the hard bulge in his pants, his long dick already hardening with arousal..