Chanyeol is screaming in his head. His deadline is next week. 7 more days till his death. He needs to finish composing this song to send to his boss. One problem. He needs another singer (which he doesn't have) and the song isn't complete.

A rather large sigh leaves his parted lips, his hand raking back his hair in frustration. He's desperate and will take anyone. He can't see anything- only seeing his death.

So when someone accidentally bumps into him, he takes this as a sign.

"Oh! Uh sorry bout that, wasn't looking at where I was going-"

"You! You're coming with me- the song- uhg." Chanyeol takes the male by the wrist and begins dragging the poor boy to his private studio.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused. But not really."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Nope, don't even know how you look like, your name, nothing. Don't care but we are gonna finish this song together."