I sit at the table in the studio, tuning my guitar. It’s beautiful, bright red and sleek.

I’m Han Jisung, or Jisung. I run my fingers through my shaggy brown curls, waiting for my band mates to get their butts over here. I cross my legs over each other. I wear baggy cargo pants, combat boots, and a cropped black tank top that shows my small waist and…wide hips. (Kill me, that was embarrassing to admit.)

I’m Korean, kinda slim, with a round face, big brown eyes, and a fat lower lip. I’m the lead of the band Yepuda-Racha. Yepuda means pretty in Korean, and Racha is what we call ourselves, a small group. It’s Yepuda, because…we’re just…pretty guys.

I’m not tryna sound cocky, it’s true. We’re all kind of feminine.

Theres Felix, who’s by far the most feminine and beautiful. He’s out bassist, which suits his deep-ass voice. Long blonde hair that he loves to experiment with with different hairstyles, and dresses very femininely, but also fitting our punk aesthetic.

Today the freckled Korean boy wears a checkered skirt and a fitted t-shirt, as well as striped arm warmers and combat boots paired with fishnets. Felix is so damn stylish.

Minho walks in, sporting a cropped and sleeveless white collared shirt, black tie, and a sleeves leather jacket. He also wears baggy jeans and wears spiky jewelry.

If Felix acts like a kitten, that makes Minho the mother cat. He’s nonchalant and cold to everyone but Felix, who’s like his princess.

Minho walks in, flipping his mic in his hand. He’s a vocalist. “Hey. The audition for our drummer is today, right?”

Felix squeals excitedly. “I can’t wait to give them a nickname!”

I facepalm. God.

“Please don’t.”

Felix pouts with those perfect pouty lips of his. DAMN it!

“Leave Lix alone, Jisung-” Minho begins.

The door opens. Must be you. I sigh, rolling my eyes as I begin to welcome you coldly. I want this over with. Suddenly, my mouth goes dry.

“Holy-”

You are fucking HOT?!