𝐄𝐂𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 shugen

four

chapter iv. narrating quang

🎸 ────── 𝑺𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 & 𝒀𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 by setting their school lunches on the table where sora and hien sat at. it was their usual routine of eating lunch together as friends and a team.

everyone surely had their own fun at the concert. spreaded out at different areas of the show arena, they anticipated down to every last detail of what to expect at ketsueki's concert.

especially yu, who had gotten a snippet from sagiri — she knew the concert's timetable and most plannings that had already been made.

the girls ate their food, so did the boys.

eating together would never be counted as peaceful. because one way or another, yu would open her lips to speak vile words right at her junior. such as the current situation, where she complains about a certain arrangement.

"why the hell does quang get to narrate the story but not me!? it'd honestly be better if i narrated it the fun way and not in some boring old grandfather way!" exclaimed the arei as shiki rolled her eyes.

it seems shiki knew this was coming one way or another and had already imagined how it would play out right before her. perhaps her imaginations proved her right, as she rolled her eyes at her friend.

"quang's japanese sucks too!"

"well," sora swallowed his food. "you say that hien-kun's japanese sucks, but you always translate words for him. and he gets to narrate because he wants to improve his japanese," the male took a bit from the spoon.

"ughhhh, i'm posting this on twitter. in no time, everyone will throw shit on quang's face."

hien raised a brow at his senior bully and went back to eating his food. unbothered as he already is, he couldn't afford to care for yu's insults.

sora watched in amusement, pursing his lips while shaking his head slightly. truly, this guy has no hope for his team members in terms of respect. especially yu, whom he had recruited himself.

there were times where he pitied hien so much that he feels so bad for him with the constant bullies he get. but hey, hien has pretty privileges...

"oh— where's y/n-senpai?" asked the black-haired girl with blue ends. "i haven't seen her all day after the concert yesterday."

"club room. planning for our next concert," replied the murakami monotonously and straight to the point. "and going crazay over rapper from ketsueki."

you messed up your hair in annoyance, groaning and simply drew on the paper you were writing on.

it had only been a day, and you still couldn't get the interaction out from your mind. such a misunderstood interaction yet the feeling of being so close to your favourite idol felt so surreal.

it was insane at how shugen even grabbed your hood. you reminded yourself not to ever wash just to keep shugen's dna on it. truly deranged and delusional in a way.

you have not gotten any autographs of the idols, but your friends have gotten them for you, even with a nickname they all have given to you specially signed by shugen himself (without knowing it's you).

that may be one problem, but the next band concert was another. there will be a public performance free of charge with the expenses of the citizens watching the show as gratitude for an amazing show. people could request songs for the band to play too, which was a bonus because they have to pay for each song that they're going to request.

but you were thinking of doing something more proper like perform a complete album. but such concerts like that requires many work and you don't have time for that. plus, eventually you'll have to rest your voice momentarily before you lose it.

the amount of unnecessary stress kicking in was staring to get so prominent that you have no idea what to really focus on at the moment.

but you knew, for creating a band comes with a great sense of responsibility. if no one else is going to arrange performances to make a name for the band, you as the assistant leader is going to manage the group until you find the perfect company to officially launch the band under.

"shit... i gotta do this for everyone else," you bit your lower lip to bite away any doubts and unbelieve. "i'll eat later if i have time," you told yourself and continued to plan for the mini and public concert.

while your mind?

all about ketsueki's rapper.

look it's bf