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E, G, B
The intermission between bands playing for the graduation party of their junior high class was the first instance in which they saw each other at school again. Nearly a whole year had gone by. It wasn't a case of an obscure Romeo and Juliet situation since Wonpil and Baewon were not in love with each other.
The Korean had been busy bulking herself up for wrestling and as for Wonpil, he always disappeared into the band room. Though Bae was a part of the band, specifically in the percussion section, there was a certain hall only made for contemporary music. She often wondered what that place held.
Bae decided not to play anything since her very own Xylophone Gang had broken up in primary school and her older brother used her as the 'water girl' for his own band. She didn't like the crowd he hang out with, holding steadfast to her belief that bad influence was easy like it was good.
"Younghyun," she whined to her brother as they were finishing setting up. Beyond those curtains merely held a crowd of students with much too excitement to be limited by the school's terrible taste in music.
"Yeah?" He answered, one foot propped against the amplifier as he made sure his bass was in tune since their younger siblings had a habit of wrecking havoc on the instrument.
"Are you sure I can't play in the background? I'll deepen my voice; I'm good at that! I have stamina!" She piped, causing his friends to snicker at her. A frown highlighted the gold of her face.
"Yeah, like a girl could ever be good at this kind of stuff! Yonghyun, quit babysitting. Let's rehearse the prechorus." One of his band mates sneered with a voice so rigid and loud, it overshadowed the rest of the comments that were made. Yeah, that kind of guy.
Nothing was said between the siblings.
"Bae," he began almost apologetically. Almost. "Maybe next time."
It would've seemed more heartfelt if he hadn't said it under his breath but it sufficed with a mild huff. She sat herself near the side exit of the auditorium, watching her brother erasing some of the lyrics written in the songwriting notebook.
His group, the Five F***ing Felons, would be the last and supposedly the best band of the graduation ceremony.
The next band was a group of一quote, "angsty but cute misfits"一unquote, but Bae had absolutely no knowledge of them, other than her brother's judgement, which was to ignore them.
Feeling a cramp running up her calf, she ran behind the stage to the other side so she could grimace freely. However, she heard a stifled curse from behind the curtain. Though stifled, it was pretty loud.
After painstakingly stretching her leg for a whole moment, Bae followed the triggered self-instinct within her as well the clean cussing.
"Gosh, frick, fudge..." a caramel voice murmured and the person she discovered happened to epitomize the taste.
It was the boy from the year before with his hair grown out to blanket his eyes, but they still peeked with their glittering constellations and all. His two dimples seemed to sprout like beans, just from looking at her, she hoped.
"Sorry," he shifted his gaze down at the guitar on his lap, with his legs sprawled out from underneath. "I kind of uh, got my friend's acoustic guitar out of tune. We're next and he's in the bathroom. I might die."
Bae smiled the more he spoke.
"You're not a guitar guy, right?" She quizzed, taking a seat beside him and taking it in her hands unapologetically.
"Right..." he admitted sheepishly.
All it took was 30 seconds for her to tune the strings and she grinned, passing the guitar back into his arms. The beige of the lights dissolved into a perfect overlapped duo of red and blue upon the two of them.
The boy said nothing more, merely smiling back.
"Hey, Wonpil! We're on next!" A voice resounded, growing closer.
Bae snorted and rose, nearly vanishing to the corner before looking back once more to find the starry night staring back at her. There they were, two nebulae, on the brink of parting in the scintillating lights.
"Bae! We need water!" Dissonance curled its finger in their medium of iridescent warmth. Like the moon, she turned round, almost escaping, though it wasn't what she wanted.
"Hey!" The boy, perhaps named Wonpil, leapt back towards her, holding her hand. Bae's heart pounded even quicker.
"Thank you!" His voice cracked and though he disappeared soon afterwards, she couldn't stop smiling.
