Kiya Maxime is Ji-su's bestfriend and band mate. They move into a run down apartment because it's near both Kiya's art school and their producing studio. At least that's how it was supposed to go.
Who knew that saving someone from suicide could have...
~A.N~ This will be the outfit that Kiya wears for the duration for most of season 1. The shirt is buttoned when in fighting or on high alert, but in normal settings it's as showed. You can change it if you like!
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"~On and on and on and on~"
Fingers tapped on the easel methodically to the beat.
"~On and on and on AND ON!!~"
The ash brown haired woman pounded her fingers roughly, humming as she continued her mini drum solo.
"~Don't wanna grow up I wanna get out, hey take me away!~"
The girl calmed down as her solo ended, still humming the tune, she looked at her masterpiece in progress. An overweight man sprawled over a couch holding grapes above his head. The man was only wearing boxers with a blanket lightly covering him.
Dionysus was the artwork's name. A rendition from the god himself, turned modern to exude human laziness, yet also ignorance. It was genius, she was genius. Kiya smirked, she'd done it again. The girl had always had creativity in her veins. To peice things together and make something beautiful the way no one else could. The world was gonna know it too, after all, she did have a scholarship to one of the best art schools in Korea.
'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK'
Kiya turned slowly, annoyed at the disturbance of her creative flow state. But as the knocking only got louder, the girl only grew more concerned. Slowly, she stepped towards the door with bated breath..
She looked through the peephole with extreme hesitancy...
"Jesus fucking Christ Ji-su!" The girl sighed in both relief and irritation as she swung the door open. "What? You sleep like a rock and I wasn't taking any chances on us being late!" A woman with pink and black hair stood in the door way with her arms crossed.
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I stared at her with confusion running through my mind. "It's Sunday though," I retorted as Ji-su huffed in disappointment then chuckled. "Check your phone girl,"
I scurried to grab my device from my pocket. Sure enough, it read 7:00 A.M, MONDAY. "Agh shit!" I rustled through my apartment, grabbing bits and pieces of my drum kit and shoving it inside my duffel bag. "Did you really stay up all night again? Do I need to tuck you in goodnight to make sure you're asleep now," Ji-su laughed in a joking tone.
I grabbed the last bits of my drums and put on my shoes. "At least it would give your neighbors a few minutes to get their hearing back," I laughed as I locked the door behind me and walked with Ji-su to the apartment's elevator.
"I would really be your big sister then huh?" Ji-su smiled, only half kidding as we waited for the lift to meet our floor. After a few moments of comfortable silence I finally spoke. "Y'know, I had the craziest experience last night," "Hm?" Ji-su's face turned to me slightly, showing her interest.
