High School Band AU: Ch. 5
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Well, it wasn’t that bad. The first Mystic Messenger’s rehearsal was less catastrophic than it could have been considering all the tension between the bass and guitar players. And though there was still a little cold war going on, the band was… pretty talented, yeah.
“Is your dad coming to pick you up?” Zen asks you when you help Yoosung closing the garage.
“Well, I texted him, and he answered some random letters, I think he butt dialed, but… I’m pretty sure he saw my message, so I’ll be fine.”
“So I won’t have the honor to give you another ride in my bike?”
“Maybe another day.”
“I’ll take that as a promise, princess.” You feel a little bell ringing inside you when he calls you princess. “So, uhm… I know the guys told you this before, but… you don’t have the fault in anything that happened, okay? This is between the jerk and I. And… though it’s adorably cute, you don’t have to worry about me so much. I got thick skin.” And beautiful… and probably very smooth…
“I bet you do, but don’t… but don’t let it get too thick to the point of ignoring problems, okay?” wow… where did that come from? Psychology Today?
“That’s a really nice thing to say, you know? I don’t get to hear things like that this much.”
“Ahh, I bet all the sophomore girls drooling over you tell you nice things all the time.” Did you just sound jealous? Bad, really bad.
“Well, yeah, about how cool I am, how hot I am, how talented I am… and… what was my point again?” you laugh, he is being sarcastic… right? “Oh yeah, I… I’m not used to having people sounding this worried about me. People don’t… usually see much beyond my face… and abs…” Hum… he’s not flirting at all right now, is he?
“Well, people are superficial. And I… suck at advices, but if you ever need to vent or something. I’ll… be here for you.” So cheesy! You can’t even dare looking him in the eye after that.
“Oh, my skin will never be too thick for you.” He winks, and you feel your legs getting weaker. Oh no… you’re acting just like your classmates when Zen parks his bike after second period… “See you around, babe.” You could squeal right now just like they do and that’s… that’s trouble, huh?
You realize you’re still in Yoosung’s backyard, he looks at you curiously, the twins are beside him in the veranda. Shit! Of all people to see you getting all weak for Zen, Saeran had to be one of them, huh?
“Shut up.” You say when you walk towards them.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Good. So keep it like that.” Yoosung and Saeyoung exchange glances. The tension in the rehearsal wasn’t going on just between Zen and Jumin…
“So, uhm… first rehearsal! Yay! That was cool, huh? How did you guys feel?” Saeyoung asks.
“It was nice when Jumin wasn’t scolding me for shaking my hips too much.” You say.
“Ahh yeah… priest Jumin won’t tolerate shenanigans that can lead to fornication and sin in the future…” you laugh softly and Saeyoung chuckles. “Don’t shake your hips or your soul will be doomed.”
“Yeah, can I say I didn’t get until now why Jumin keeps picking on these things?” Yoosung asks.
“That’s because you’re one of the pure souls Jumin is trying to save from MC’s devilish movements, Yoosung.”
“Don’t mock me! I’m serious! I have no idea what is this discussion about…”
“People like sexy, but not too sexy, you get it?” you ask him. “Like, it’s okay to put me in a cat maid costume, but it’s not okay for me to dance in the cat maid costume.”
“I… am not following it.” Oh god… he really is a pure soul!
“Don’t even try. He just speaks pop language, MC.” Saeyoung states.
“Yeah, watch this. Yoosung, if Mystic Messenger was Little Mix’s albums, Rika would be Get Weird, and MC is Glory Days.” What?
“Ohh… and MC’s hips are the ‘Touch’ video?” he looks at you like he’s having an epiphany.
“Exactly! That’s my smart boy!”
“Never would take you as a mixer, Yoosung.” You say chuckling.
“He just has a crush on Perry.” Saeyoung teases.
“Not only on Perry, Leigh-Anne, Jade and Jessy too!”
“Such a womanizer, I thought you were different, Yoosung.” You say, making him blush and smile nervously. Oh god… so pure…
“Well, chatting’s been nice, but we better get going, Saeyoung. I don’t wanna be late for the curfew again.”
“Yeah, don’t even mention it. See you, guys!”
“Wait, are you serious about the curfew?” you ask scoffingly. “So Mr. Travis Baker wannabe here is actually a mama’s boy?”
“Don’t talk about things you know shit about.” Saeran say giving a complete different glare than usual, like this time he really means it. “Let’s go, stupid.” Saeyoung doesn’t even look back when he waves a goodbye, oh… could it be that you pissed both twins off now?
“Looks like it’s just the two of us, now MC…” Yoosung says. “It’s getting dark, are you sure your father is coming to pick you up?”
“Yeah, he’ll be here before dinner…”
“Oh, or maybe you can have dinner here? It would be so nice, my mom loves when I bring friends for dinner.”
“Oh, I don’t want to get in the way of your family dinner, I…”
“Nonsense! Come in!” he says grabbing your hand and dragging you inside.
Okay… when you said “family dinner” you weren’t expecting to see so much… family here. It’s not just his parents, there’s an aunt, a grandma, and an exchange program student here. His dinner table is loooong.
“So, MC, what do your parents do for a living?” his mom asks
“My dad is a lawyer, my mom…lives, I guess.” Yoosung’s mom stares at you curiously. “Oh, she… ran away a few years ago. Pass the potatoes, please?”
“Poor thing. I’m so sorry to hear that, forgive me for asking.”
“It’s fine, my dad makes me feel like running away sometimes too.” They all look at you worried. “It’s a joke. I’m not… hiding here, Yoosung is not my accomplice, don’t worry.”
“He better not! That would be so irresponsible!” his mother glares at him “Don’t ever help your friends to run away from their parents, did you hear me?”
“Yeah, mom. Why are you scolding me for something I didn’t even do?” he whines, and you want to laugh, even though you’re the one who caused this.
“So you’re in my little star prince’s class, honey?” his grandmother asks.
“Grandma! Don’t call me like that in front of my friends! Saeyoung makes fun of me until these days, did you know that?” Star prince… it suits him.
“No maa’m, star prince is one year ahead.” Yoosung blushes when you look at him. Oh… so maybe he doesn’t hate it if it comes from you? Poor granny… “I’m the new vocalist in his band, so that’s why I’m here tonight.” That and because your father forgot to pick you.
“Oh… so you sing?”
“She’s amazing, dad! Just like Rika!”
“Well, Rika is very talented. You must be really good for my son compare you two.” You really need to see Rika singing one of these days, it’s kinda throwing you off how much people talk about her when you barely even heard her voice.
“Yes, my two grandsons have that musical vein. Star prince plays piano wonderfully! Young lady, listen to this, when he was 4, he wanted his mother to sign him for judo classes, I said no, my grandson needs something more sophisticated, he needs to be able to make people bend with grace, not with strength, so I taught him everything he knows.” Well… some personal defense oves wouldn’t be that bad, but who are you to judge how she educates her grandson? “Yoosung, be a dear and play something for us.”
“Right now, granny?” he glances at you.
“Yes, dear, you have to impress the young lady if you’re willing to woo her.” you two could facepalm in embarrassment right now.
“He’s not… wooing me. I… am not even sure if I know what this means.”
“Either way, your grandmother wants to hear you play. Please, star prince.”
“Yeah, star prince, show us what you got.” You leave your embarrassment aside to tease him. And hell, who are you kidding? You want to hear him play, it would be nice to hear him soloing without the other players instruments and big personalities keeping him away from the spotlight.
“Only if you sing for me.” He smirks. Oh… you did not see that coming.
“Yes! That would be so lovely! Please, dears.” Shit! How do you say no to an old lady?
“Fine, I guess…” and just like that, Yoosung made you feel flustered, who knew?
The whole family gathers around the piano in the living room. Gosh… performing in a gay bar was way less embarrassing than this… it’s much weirder when you’re dealing with a smaller audience who puts a lot of expectation in you, you know? That’s what happens when you perform for people you know, even if just a little.
“So… what are you playing? Three Blind Mice?” you ask sitting beside him in the piano bench.
“Nah, let’s do something a little more modern. Not… too modern, though. 2002 modern.”
“I didn’t even have teeth in 2002, so not modern at all.”
“Said the girl who sang Prince the other day and auditioned with a song from when not even our parents were born.” Touché. “Come on, you definitely know this one…”
And when he plays the first notes, you sigh… you definitely know this one… who doesn’t know this one?
“Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces past and I’m homebound…” his fingers are skilful and fast.
“Staring blankly ahead, just making my way,
making a way through the crowd…” he sings… oh, so is this a duet?
please, let’s use this Glee duet as a reference
You watch as he glances at you quickly before looking to the keyboards again… then look at you, the little star prince here doesn’t even need to look to find the right notes. You probably wondered how much he practiced. Yes… he’s so quiet and shy, you can almost forget how dedicated he is to the band. Rehearsals happen at his place, after all, he is so… passionate about this, isn’t he? It’s great to see him under this new light, this new… spotlight…
“Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles if I could just see you… if I could just hold you… tonight.” You two sing the end together, looking straight at each other. And for one moment, his violet eyes look like the only thing present in the room…
Is he getting the same vibe? Probably, as he looks down with his face completely flushed. And you know what’s odd? You probably look just like him right now. So here are two flustered messes getting some applause from the small audience.
“So wonderful! And you almost missed the show, Rika!” his grandma says, and you both raise your heads to find this blond girl looking straight at you.
“Oh, I never miss a good show, grandma.” she says, smirking.