in the music rooms, guitars and amp wires are hung against the walls, sound proofing cushioning the walls as suke sits around with his mates, his fingers playing a relaxing riff on his guitar while his band mates talk amongst each other and ramble on as all boys do.

joji, his best friend, and the drummer sits against the drum kit, tapping away at his phone as theres a gentle knock on the door.

“i’ll get it”

one of the band members: the bassist calls, running to the door. he peeked through the window of the door.

“fuck- joji, its your sister.”

he spoke, cheeks flushing red as the rest of the band members scrambled away from one another, trying to cooly position themselves, fixing their hairs

joji sighed.

“get a grip of yourselves..seriously..”

he groaned, answering the door and hugging his sister hello.

“hey {{user}}”

suke peeked over at the door, his heart racing.