right when all the boys got home, they all downloaded b-form on their devices. while they made accounts, jooyeon was practicing alone. that was, until he got a text from seungmin in a freshly-made group chat.
"whats ur guys' users?? we gotta add e/o so we can try it tgt" was all he typed before everyone else just sent their usernames. as they all piled into the same room one by one, they were in awe. it was so much different than real life. it was like they were in an eternal concert venue, together.
it was fun for them too, just trying to make some music with their varying ranges of music knowledge together. it was nice, they thought. even talking to each other for those few hours made them question their friendship. were they friends? or were they more than friends? the question pondered in some of their brains, but they knew that they were all definitely destined to be friends.
after a few hours, some of them started getting off.
"sorry guys, i gotta go... i just realized it's already 9pm.." junhan said, taking off his guitar from around his shoulders. "man, already? it's only felt like two! they weren't lying about that never coming back once thing... i really want to do this more often. it's fun!" jungsu said.
"well, we'll still see each other in school, right?" jooyeon asked. "of course!" they all replied. "well then, see you tomorrow?" "mhm!"
and they all said their goodbyes and left.
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잠꼬대 (zzz..)
Mystery / Thrillerthree boys need help. the other three want to help them. trigger warning: - depression/anxiety - eating disorders/anorexia - abuse (mostly verbal) - blood/self-harm - suicide mentions - swearing, harsh language - death extra: no shipping is involved...
