𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚; 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐱

-𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮-

↪𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎;
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

Loud sounds of a bass guitar bang through the empty auditorium and spread across its vastness. Drums follow shortly after and soon enough the sounds of heavy rock music is echoing all across the walls and in the middle of its glory is; Hwang Hyunjin. Short faded blue hair, a tank top with baggy black jeans accessorized with silver chains and matching rings, a nose piercing on his nostril blended well with his overall vibe-rad. His eyes are closed and lips are pressed in a thin line as he throws his head back and lets the loud music float him across the air. However, the moment of bliss is disrupted when someone messes up the drums and Hyunjin's melancholic serenity is brought to an end forcing him to open his eyes and stop threading his fingers along the guitar

"For fuck's sake Christopher, get it fucking right!"

He yells through the now dwindling music, turning around and shooting blazing daggers at the man behind the drums who sighs deeply and runs both of his hands through his long curly hair "I'm sorry, Hyun. This beater-" Christopher is cut off by Hyunjin taking off the guitar and throwing it on the bean bag next to him "Fuck this I need a cig break" Hyunjin mumbles under his breath and jogs down the stairs of the stage and disappears behind a small curtain to their left, it was originally an emergency changing room for school plays but the band kids also known as Midnight Mist has made it into their smoking room without anyone's knowledge. Christopher is baffled by Hyunjin's behavior though he shouldn't be because this is a norm. He turns to look at his teammate and shares a look of 'what the fuck'

His teammate; Han Jisung, exhales a deep breath and gets off of his seat behind the keyboard with a shake of his head "he's just moody because of the breakup" walking toward the water bottles and grabbing one, unfastening the cap and dunking down the contents "it's been two months, how long is he going to wail? besides, wasn't he the one who initiated it?" Christopher cocks a brow and Jisung nods "he did" he gulps down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand "but he's not entirely over him, it's a messed up situation but it's Hyunjin we're talking about so the more chaotic it is the more sense it makes" Jisung's words make Christopher click his tongue as he mindlessly slams the sticks onto the drum making the sounds echo.

Moments pass and Hyunjin returns snapping his fingers and pushing all of them into their positions as he stands behind the mic and puts on his guitar again "I gave Sullyoon front-row tickets by the way" Jisung informs his team and Hyunjin stops setting his keys as he turns to look at Jisung and cocks a brow "What front-row tickets? we've already sold all of the seats" his voice is low and raspy and Jisung clears his throat before speaking, finding it difficult to make out words under that heavy gaze of the guitarist "well, the ones you didn't let us sale"

silence looms over them for a second before Hyunjin turns around entirely and glares at Jisung fiercely "Why the fuck would you meddle with those?" Jisung sighs and runs a hand through his hair while Christopher watches the boys' argument heat up "Because he won't come anyway so I thought why not put the tickets to use and-" Before Jisung can finish his explanation Hyunjin had already made his way toward him and is now groping his collar, dragging him toward his face and shaking Jisung's heartbeat. the other boy's eyes widen and he's left surprised by Hyunjin's sudden moves