a/n: sorry for the short chapter guys:(( ive been a bit busy, unmotivated and also facing many things, but ill get back to writing as soon as I feel better❤
third person
thursday, august 9
The rhythmic noises of the bow drifting over the strings muffled outside the room, as the two walked in quieter than a library. Only one of them didn't care for the noises, and the other wanted to be unnecessarily sneaky. The quieter boy stood straight when close enough and hit the young violinists head from the back gently, but still catching him off guard.
"Fuck, what on earth?!" He yelled, accidentally dropping the bow from the loose grip and pulling his hand closer. "Ming! You piece of shit, I'll for real beat you this time." He said, not exactly meaning his words as he stood up, turning at the sweaty boys in the compressed innes and loose uniform, one of them wearing a ribbon to move his hair off his face. "Why do you think you'll do good playing that weirdass Chinese song?" He rolled his eyes, looking over at the music sheet not understanding most of the patterns.
"First of all, it's oriental riff. Not a "weirdass Chinese" song." He said, picking up the bow and standing beside the chair. "Exactly, Ming. You really have me wondering if you pretend to be stupid or if you're really." Someone who actually understood music notes stepped over to take a look.
"Okay, that doesn't matter. Play something cool, not some lullaby or else the judge's will fall asleep instead of rating."
"Tsk, you talk too much." Sunny said, hitting Ming's shoulder.
"If you want to play something 'cool', play it yourself, dipshit." Sang said, leaning himself on the desk as the two examined the violin and its materials.
"How're you doing? These days we barely see you. You even missed sports today, so I'm hoping you're getting something out of it for taking so much time." Sunny said in a concerned tone and standing beside Sang. The dark haired boy nodded, taking note of Sunny's worries. "Hey, this dude didn't even eat his lunch." Ming said, stopping Sang from his reply.
It wasn't new that Ming would eat so much, but he was somehow always in the same weight no matter how much or less he ate. Sang raised his chin, gesturing to Ming to have it since Sang didn't want to eat either way. "Beast in a charmer body, don't you think?" Sang mumbled to Sunny with a laugh. Although Sunny agreed, he wasn't so concerned about that at the moment.
Sunny slowly turned his head to Sang, a frown on his face. "You're not crazy, are you? Does practicing mean not eating or sleeping? Give it a break, you've played for like three years."
"Well, I haven't played for months! Besides, I lose track of time and appetite so I forget to eat and sleep, and don't want to either."
"Yeah, yeah. Keep eating on papers and you'll be full." Sunny said sarcastically. "No, but seriously. You're good at playing, just the song choice is the problem." Ming said, biting the beefsteak off the fork, sculpting inside his cheek. "Stop, Ming." Sunny said. "Let him play what he wants, for your info, oriental riff is harder than ordinary styles of playing the violin. If your brain cells worked, you'd know." Sunny said, rolling his eyes.
"Excuse me? It's not my fault you two have such shitty hobbies." He mocked, even though Sunny didn't play the violin. Sang raised his hand, looking at the time, frowning. "Shoot, I gotta go. I completely forgot I have bio lab in a bit." He said, pushing himself from the desk and taking the papers which were fixed with a binder clip.
"Today?" Sunny asked, whining because he wanted to go out for coffee with Sang and Ming.
"Yeah, sorry." He said, clipping the violin case and pulling his bag over his shoulder. "Get this to my dorm, can you guys?" He asked. "Sure, obviously–" Ming said with a mouthful. Sang was a hygiene freak and claimed he had a 'phobia' for germs, so he didn't want Ming to get his dirty-eating hands on his case for the moment, so he only faced Sunny and handed it to him, at which Sunny laughed and mocked Ming with.
"Dude, the hell?" He yelled, as Sang dashed out the classroom. "It's so funny how he thinks your shitass is more hygienic than me." Sunny shrugged at Ming, "Stop acting like you don't know Sang, that's common from him."
He continued, trying to pipe down his laughter. Both of them were hoping the old Sang back after the auditions, but they were unsure for the situation to occur since Sang seemed tensed already in his current state.
The two boys were really slow, making jokes and small arguments on their way to Sang's dorm while the keeper was probably doing experiments right now. Only half way there, they noticed that they didn't take Sang's keycard.
"Bitch! I'm not ringing shit." Ming yelled at Sunny.
"YOU were the one who forgot to ask. Why will you not ring?!"
"He gave the responsibility to you. Not me."
"You wanted the responsibility, and I was given the responsibility. Learn the difference!" He yelled under his breath, silencing Ming. "Let's just leave it outside. If Amaya comes, he'll take it." Ming said, but Sunny didn't agree, although he didn't say it. "Don't you have your ID with you?" He asked, since Mings dorm was close to Sangs. "Nah, it's in my locker."
Sunny put his hands up to his waist, because there wasn't really a way out of this, they could either take it to sports class until both Sang and the boys were done with classes, or just ring the bell, which didn't seem like something they were gonna do anytime soon. "OK, I still think leaving it here for Amaya or Sang to get it is the best option." Ming said, looking at Sunny with a done expression.
"Hell no. What if someone steals it? Violins are darn expensive, one violin could buy your bloodline." Sunny scoffed at Ming, and this was the phase they'd start insulting each other like it's a competition and later on start throwing hands. While fighting, both of them lost their minds and forgot what they came for. Some people peeked at them from their doors, but they didn't bother.
"Shut up, please. Politely." A gray voice said, striking both the students, one with shock in their face and another with disgust. Ming snatched the violin case out of Sunny's grip and pushed it onto Amaya. "Keep this. Give it to him later." Ming said rudely, no sorry or hello. Sunny looked at Ming unbelievably, giving no context about who to give it to. Amaya had to quickly get his hands out of his pockets to handle the instrument, looking at it for a moment.
"This is Sangs?" He asked with stupidity, although he noticed the chibi character on the corner with sunglasses he'd always draw or stick on everything.
"Oh, so you know already? Knew it. If you even try to judge unfairly, you're getting a taste of Ming's fists. You know, I had to hold him BACK so he didn't beat you up last time." Sunny said sarcastically, looking Amaya up and down. Clearly Ming had no idea of this, so he mouthed 'what' to Sunny which he clearly saw but didn't react to. "Shut up, twink. I'm not talking to you." Amaya said, not even close to Sunny's energy to argue with him.
"Besides, I won't target Sang. He's not diamond that I have to specifically observe him, he's my roommate, and 'm his." Ming nudged Sunny, his expressions becoming neutral. Ming cleared his throat, looking like he wanted to say something, but it was straight up rejected by Amaya who stepped back and shut the door with its automatic force.
"You react too much.." Ming told Sunny, stepping back from the shut door. "Me? It's him who needs to get humbled. Every audition he targets at least ten people for no reason. You've seen it." Sunny said, not wanting to be criticized. "Yeah, but if he does criticize Sang, he's a concrete person, he'll tell him to shut up and stop running his mouth to his face, so no need to parent him." Sunny realized Ming had a point, but he just wanted Sang to not be criticized by someone like Amaya.
Ming stared at Sunny for a moment before he glanced back. "What're you staring at? Come, break is almost over. Coach is gonna get our ass if we bunk again." He said, tugging the sleeve of Ming's T-shirt. The younger boy nodded at him, taking the lead and strolling down the hall while stretching his arms out. Comparing the two boys, Ming was the sports freak while Sunny did it because he had to. He'd often piss Sunny off when he'd start screaming with his team after getting a shot or goal, but Sunny didn't see the fun or hype in it.
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