Iced Latte ❣ Hyunsung

❥ Attempt 6

Jisung ripped the door open, "Buenas noches, fuckbuns and hotnuggets!"

Spread in front of him was one of the many music/sound production rooms the university had spend an exorbitant amount of money on. Two sides of the same room: The recording studio itself where the array of controls and fancy buttons laid out in perfect condition for media sound production and music production majors to argue over who got to touch the funky knobs first (Get here at 6am like everyone else, you priviledged dickheads), a few chairs and a couch in the back setup to allow for other students to wander aimlessly when they should be assisting in their group projects, and a small table for small table purposes. On the other side, past the partition of a see-through glass wall, was the recording room itself. An expensive microphone setup Jisung had spat his own salvia on while singing a few too many times to count, the suspended music stand for operating sheet music, the padded walls, heaven.

And the two people sat on the studio side. One of them turning to the open door with a faint smile before returning back to his working laptop screen. The other, snapping his head toward Jisung with a playful glare.

Bang Chan, and Seo Changbin.

Both BFA's in Music production.

So, why are they still here if they have their bachelor degrees? Great question!

While holding down full-time jobs at the same entertainment agency, and managing to make music with Jisung on the side as their own niche hip-hop group, these bastards are going for their master's degree. And, if Jisung overhear them right when he was invading, Chan wants to do a doctorate too.

Bang Chan and Seo Changbin.

His parents ♡

Unofficially. But, they adopted him as their bastard child after he went to talk to them after an eastern music theory class in his freshman year and proceeded to grate his face on the lecture hall floor like room temperature mozzarella cheese when he fell. Ate shit. Similar to how Hyunjin did in the café a few days ago. Anyway, who cares! It made an impression on them and they remembered him long enough to adopt him! And the two cool TA's in graduate programs for the exact thing Jisung wanted to do in his life? Those two cool dudes adopting him and taking him under their wing? Letting him sit in and write lyrics with them, offer him advice on the beats he formulated and how best to emphasize the note progression? Producing music with them to blow off steam? Showing him the ropes of what keys do what and unknown tricks that he wouldn't have learned until he was in the industry? A dream come true!

(Doesn't mean he didn't save them in his contacts as Parental #1 and Parental #2. Having adult-like figures to rely on when he was so far from his family was more than a blessing, he's called them one too many times about what certain insurance questions or banking words meant. Even going so far as to having Changbin sit on call with him the last time he went to a dentist's appointment. It's scary, okay? Anxiety is a bitch to deal with at the dentist's office!)

While Chan went back to his laptop with a soft smile, the one shooting him a half-hearted glower, Changbin, he crossed his arms over his chest. Muscle man! His biceps were the size of well built tree trunks that went and lifted weights in the gym with it's branches, the man was BULKED UP. Admirable? Yes. Incredible? Yes. Has Jisung asked Changbin to put him in a headlock before? Also yes. Anyway, not the point, muscle man crossed his super swol arms over his MASSIVE tits, tossing more of that half-serious, not really meaning it beyond a gentle threat that may end with Jisung in another headlock from Parental #2, scowl through the youngest, "Jisung if you don't shut up I'm going to break your arms off and beat you to death with them."

"I love how nice you are to me, it makes me feel so warm and fuzzy and special," Jisung turned his lips up into a smile, the response earning a hearty snort from Changbin as his pointed expression dropped to something more light-hearted. Something more welcoming as the younger waddled over from the doorway to his adoptive parents, immediately going to give an awkwardly angled hug to Changbin in his swivel chair. He could've gone and hugged Chan, he would've, in fact he would've killed to give both of his safe spots a hug after not seeing them for a few weeks but Chan looked a hundred shades of frustrated with his laptop. Don't get him wrong. His favorite person and #1 was stupid Hwang Hyunjin, but sometimes, just sometimes, he needed a little different of a comfort than that his friend could give him (Sometimes he needed less patiently listening and more brutally honest problem solving). He kind of, hung off of Changbin, quietly keeping him in a koala side-hug as he asked, "How's the music going?"