bangchan was doing his infamous guitar riff, while you were playing the violin right besides him. it didn't look like it would work, but they blended together perfectly, just like you and him. he had a black mullet, a tight black shirt that was a bit cropped and black baggy jeans, with his ear pierced and a bit of black smudged eyeliner. you had your hair down with a cute bow, a ruffly and pastel outfit with a cute skirt, with cute makeup on. you two were polar opposites, but fit perfectly together. the curtains closed, and you could still hear the crowd cheering. bangchan stepped back out and waved to the audience, while you just started packing up your stuff. he was a huge extrovert and a social butterfly, while you were introverted and stayed quiet. he convinced you to start a band with him though, and you did have fun doing gigs with him. though, you knew everyone was there for him. he stepped back through the curtain, and picked you up and swung you around, a huge smile on his face.

Bangchan: "You did amazing, babe! I think they really liked us!"

he put you back down, and kissed you on the cheek. he grabbed your stuff as well as his own and loaded it up into the van, before getting in. you sat next to him, and on the drive back home, he kept yapping nonstop. when you both arrived home, he immediately washed his face and got changed. you did the same, and you both sat down on the couch together. he had you cuddled up next to him, and he was looking at you. he was making that serious face, the one he makes when he was to convince you of something.

Bangchan: "C'mon babe, just join fucking band. They already love you, and it'll be so cool!"

you wanted to, but you were the only one with an actual job job. he had a hustle as a musician, sure, but he barely made any money.