recording studio 。

@ΝΓΤ ² taehyung。 What was Namjoon doing up at midnight when he had a Music Theory midterm he needed to pretend to study (grab a coffee, sit at his desk, and eventually pass out around 1 or 2am on his open textbook) for? Two words: caffeine overload. He'd been sipping on a venti Americano for a few hours already before eventually grabbing a six-hour energy because it'd just been one of those days. So the coffee part of his "studying" was already satisfied. Maybe even a little too much so.

After sitting at his desk for ten minutes and being unable to make his leg stop shaking, he decided a little walk was in order. So he grabbed a light jacket and went out. He didn't have a specific place in mind when he went out. He just knew he had to exercise some of the caffeine off or else he wouldn't be able to sleep any that night. Or possibly, not trying to be dramatic, ever again. It shouldn't have been a surprise when he found himself at the studio, and it wasn't. He spent ungodly hours there already: recording demos, "working" (read: playing with terrible samples and eating pizza) with Yul, and catching naps when the really breezy corner of the library was taken.

Even if it wasn't empty, Namjoon knew most of the people it was usually occupied by; so he was sure none of them would mind him stopping in and possibly fooling with some beats to satisfy his need to do something at the moment. What he absolutely didn't expect was to walk into the building and hear the faintest sound of someone singing. As he approached the closed door, the singing grew louder. He could tell by that point that it was someone playing back a recording, unless they were shouting out lyrics.

The thought of walking in on someone he didn't recognize at all felt weird in every sense of the word. They sounded nice, though. And Namjoon was beyond curious. So he walked right in and the recording overwhelmed him. Whoever it was sounded great. Feeling odd just standing there like a silent creeper, Namjoon cleared his throat.

"Hey, is that you? Because you're amazing."

@ΣΥΤ ³ namjoon。 Most of Taehyungs life revolves around fashion, breaking through stereotypes and not giving a flying frick what anyone had to say about his sense of style. The way he dressed is the way he expresses himself. And frankly it wasn’t anyone else’s business. Which is why he chose to major in fashion and art. The love for art stemmed from his grandma, she loved talking about all the art galleries she visited and how many paintings she did when she was younger but never got to actually become an artist. So here he was pursuing her dream.

That is until he realized that he may love art but it’s not what he sees himself doing. He rather enjoys music much more than he does art, sure he’s been doing art far longer than he’s been doing music but he knows something is there. He just wanted to give it a try. Sure, Fashion will always be his passion but he wants to put that on hold just to dabble a little in the music making process. Without permission of the a professor because everything that done in secret is much more fun, Taehyung believes.

It wasn’t that hard to take the spare key away from the janitor, all it took was a little smile and some flirting. And the key was all his, the man will get another one, they always do.

Taehyung found himself staring at the panels blankly, he may have underestimated how complicated this process might be. But—he was determined—or just stubborn as most would say. He didn’t let the countless buttons confuse him though, he just plopped himself down in the chair and went straight to the Internet. A marvelous thing that Nanking created that can solve—almost—all the problems in the world.

It took him a few trial and errors to finally get the track running and by the time he was in and out of the booth it was a little to midnight. He didn’t care though, he really wanted to know what he sounded like. So with sweaty palms and anxious heart beat, he hit the play button causing the room to be filled with his voice. It wasn’t perfect but it was good and that was really all that matters, at least he was the only one hearing it for now.

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@ΣΥΤ ⁴ jinho。 Taeyong wasn't aware for how long he'd exactly been standing there, frozen in place as he watched Jinho within the confines of the studio, letting his artistry shine and enrapture the redhead to such an extent that he was rendered completely immobile. Taeyong had become so engrossed by Jinho's performance that he found himself acutely aware of almost everything the other was doing, from the fluidity of his body movements to the most subtle shifts in his tone as he transitioned from one note to another in perfect synchronization to the song he was singing. He was wrapped around the others finger without the other even deliberating to do so in the first place, and no matter how he cursed at himself for it inwardly, he couldn't seem to find it in him to tear away. It wasn't that he couldn't really, Taeyong just didn't want to– and that fact alone made him realize the prominence of what finding Jinho truly meant to him. He found himself snapping out of his serendipitous daze however, upon Jinho catching him in the act red-handed. Taeyong for once, felt like a deer caught in headlights and despite the strong urge to comply with his flight instinct, he desperately didn't want the other to label him as some sort of creeper– and so, with much difficulty, he willed himself to stay rooted. He was clearly distressed by his inability to react, Jinho having disarmed him so abruptly that his brain seemed to have just shut down on it's own accord as if it'd given up on him.

All his mind could register at that moment was how the light caught Jinho's eyes so beautifully, and how those liquid pools of umber coruscated so luminescent against the rays of sunlight faintly beaming through the studio window. He'd be lying to himself if he denied feeling nervous, in fact, he could almost hear the violent thrumming of his heartbeat ringing in his ears and even though he badly wanted to take the initiative and explain to Jinho that it was all some sort of misunderstanding if the other assumed he was a stalker– Taeyong couldn't seem to articulate any words to defend himself. A quiet, but alarmed noise leaves his lips as Jinho finally approaches the door, and Taeyong literally has to force himself to reach up and slap some sense into himself as he braced himself to be chastised. Jinho's embarrassed query uttered in a voice so soft however, proved his assumptions wrong and it instantaneously quelled his nerves. Taeyong found the vice grip he had on his spicy buns finally loosening as his stiffened form relaxes and he slowly regains composure.

"I did, I'm sorry. I–" He pauses mid apology, pondering over just /how/ in the world he'd explain himself. No matter how he recited it in his head, it sounded extremely weird to say, 'I heard your voice during the opening ceremony and I've been meaning to find you since then.' and so he just opted to answer with a simpler, "–I just heard you from across the hallway and got curious." That wasn't entirely the truth, but it wasn't a lie either so he decided it to be a good enough response. Taeyong reaches up with his free hand to sheepishly rub the nape of his neck, clearly flustered himself. "I didn't mean to stick around for long, swear to god– but you, I mean your performance was really captivating and before I knew it, I was invested." The blonde was so endearing with the way he was tripping over his words, and Taeyong could feel it tug at his heartstrings. "Your voice it's— really, really beautiful." He wanted the statement to reach the depths of Jinho's heart, Taeyong wanted the other to know how much he meant what he said and maybe, just maybe, he hoped Jinho could see it in his eyes. Aside from that though, he prayed his voice wouldn't break around the edges like a teenager hitting puberty at some point while they continued to converse.

Recklessness was what defined Taeyong, and despite the whole situation not exactly being in his favor, the redhead couldn't see himself passing up the opportunity to become more familiar with Jinho. He swallows around the lump in his throat in a way it wouldn't be apparent before he gambles with the only chip left on his table, having faith in his luck and his inability to lose his bets. "This might sound really weird but, wanna go grab some coffee?" Almost as soon as the question left him, Taeyong feels an immediate weight lift off his shoulders, a feeling of gratification following suit as he anticipates an answer. He'd found Jinho, and in a sense, mustered the courage to ask him out, it felt good.

@ΣΥΤ ³ younghyun。 /The frat can be atrocious – it’s one of the few things he learns as the time passes by, the rules only engraving themselves deeper within his head, to the point that he thinks he’s able to recite them half-asleep, for the brotherhood runs so prominently within the Nu Gamma Tau’s veins he sometimes wonders whether it isn’t some kind of magic injected to every freshman’s body ( Ironically, considering he, somehow and unsure how exactly, has become the one recruiting the new members ). Furtive actions are like the second nature, cautious gazes casting themselves at each Sigma, omnipresent suspiciousness shielding them from growing closer and if he’s honest he still doesn’t quite understand the point of the bloody rivalry but maybe it’s simply his impressing forbearance ceasing him from participating in the majority of pranks.
/Though it’s not the case that day when he’s in the middle of the meeting, merciless heat managing to penetrate even the air conditioned building, a bead of sweat rolling down his nape, tracing the line of the cross tattooed on his skin. He tunes down the exuberant voices suggesting new ways of pranking the Sigmas the moment a melody plays subtly in the background, the timbre belonging to the instrument he fancies and knows someone who shares even greater love towards it.
/It’s not an impossible task to leave the room, busy boys not paying attention to him as he exits the room and follows the sound, guided by the vibrancy that heightens with every step he takes, his heart mimicking the orotund beat, fingers twitching on their own to follow the rhythm, tap a melody soaring above the low bassline against any possible surface at the moment.
/And when he eventually arrives at the recording room he decides that he indeed struggles to fathom the abhorrence towards Sigmas when one of them holds the guitar in the manner so comely, fingers caressing the strings with such eerie grace that dances on the borderline of alluring. Because the frat rules have successfully attenuated the possibility of meetings between him and his friend, casting particular awkwardness whenever they weren’t alone. And because he believes friendship is the most beautiful bond one can form, warmth soaks the smile his rosy lips curl as he watches the other playing, only deciding to interrupt when his ears perk up at the sound of someone’s steps approaching, slipping into the room and closing the door behind him, his simper attaining a mischievous glint when he feigns an attempt to scare the other.
Boo.

@ΣΥΤ ⁴ jinho。 He's never felt this alive in weeks. An unexpected turn of events lead to all his classes for the day being cancelled and Taeyong's faith in god couldn't have been any stronger because he swore if he had to attend one more day of classes filled with grueling revisions − he would quite literally have someone shoot a bullet straight through his skull instead. The redhead had finally gotten a night of proper sleep since the semester began and he'd woken up by late afternoon, feeling refreshed, rejuvenated and just in time for lunch. It felt almost strange to him how he didn't feel the need to be in a rush as he changed out of his clothes and he honestly had to admit, it felt good. Taeyong made it in time to the cafeteria before rush hour even began, lady luck seemed to be siding with him today too, and he overjoyed in being able to buy three packets of his favorite spicy buns without as much as a hitch when it was usually always a struggle to obtain. Strolling along the hallways with a bun in between his lips, Taeyong found himself involuntarily wandering about the recording studio's and music room's. How he got all the way there was way beyond him, he was too relaxed to bother with the minute, insignificant details.

He was just about to entertain the idea of turning back and meeting up with his friends at the basketball court since it was close by, remembering the text he'd read earlier about them asking him to join in − when something else entirely different, an euphonious voice piercing through the atmosphere, grabs his attention. A voice so smooth and honeyed that it has him look around almost frantically to find the source before it ceased to be. The familiarity of that voice took him back, all the way back to the first day he was to start his senior year, the day of the opening ceremony where he swore he'd heard that same voice before − singing a song so beautiful that made him late to opening that day because he was so engrossed in finding who it belonged to, but sadly failed to do so. Not today though. His hurried steps eventually transitioned to a full run as the urgency rose. He followed the mellifluous tune, adamant on finding the singer as he inwardly prayed for the other to keep going.

Taeyong's desperate and persistent efforts eventually bore fruit as the singers voice gradually became more and more clearer. He was so close. In the end, he found himself at the very end of the hallway, standing by the one recording studio with it's lights switched on, the studio from where the voice was emanating from. He stole a brief glimpse over his shoulder, noting that every single recording studio on the whole block was dead empty aside from the one and he was genuinely quite impressed with how his ears caught on from that far off − then again, maybe it had to do with the fact that the door to the studio was left somewhat ajar which he assumed was probably by mistake. The redhead felt strangely nervous as he approached the studio window, maybe it was because he was finally going to see /him/, him who he'd never even seen before but was smitten for the day Taeyong heard his voice. He in a long breath, pressing his back against the wall before slowly, but surely, canting his head to a side in order to sneak a peak past the glass.

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second, emerald spheres glistening as the grip he has on his buns become incredibly severe. "Holy .." He whispers, as his eyes were welcomed to the ethereal sight of Jinho. Before he knew it, his whole body had done a 180 degree turn to face the glass fully, starstruck eyes utterly transfixed upon the other. Jinho blew Taeyong's expectations right out of the water, never in his life did he imagine to see someone so exquisite and never did he once think he could be so enraptured by a person without even seeing him and now that he had − it felt as if all the emotions from months ago had hit him with the force of a bullet train. Whether he was done in by the others stunning looks, soothing voice or both? he didn't really know. It didn't quite register to him how creepy he should have looked, but the gentleness in his gaze and the tender simper stealing across his lips definitely said otherwise. Not to mention he was holding two packs of spicy buns and a mini carton of chocolate milk − that was as harmless as it could get. As much as he wanted to ask the other for his name (read: amongst the many other questions he had in mind), Taeyong decided he wouldn't interrupt, and instead he chose to cherish the pleasantries of Jinho's instrument that was his voice.