the loud speakers, screeching from the leader singer (who's voice made your ears bleed), vibrations from their instruments hitting you, and of course... martin’s yelling. he yelled as he played with his new, yet rusty, drum set.

you gifted him the drum set for his birthday a year ago, never used it until he somehow managed to get into this shitty band.

ouch! you winced, covering your ears in an attempt to save them— for the fifth time tonight. was this martin’s passion, maybe. did you enjoy being dragged to his band practices? nope.

you really had no point in even being here, you two were literally broken up. it'd been about two months now since then. martin acted like it didn't bother him and still dragged you to every practice. it sucked, but you could tell he still harbored feelings for you. you could never say no to him.

god, who let keonho be the lead singer?! keonho’s awful voice paired with martin "jamming" out hitting the wrong notes... they were doomed. at least their bass player, juhoon’s good. james was pretty mid with the electric guitar, and seonghyeon with the keys.

after they finished their little "performance", martin got up and sprinted from his drums over to you. he tripped on the way, but pretended he never did.