justin was the boy who played guitar in your brother's band, they all sang but your brother was the lead singer, justin and the rest did sing but mostly adlibs, they focused on their instruments

the band had been up since middle school and you had always had a thing for the japanese american boy, justin. although you never uttered a word... your parents had passed away in a car accident the only person you and your elder brother had was your grandma.. who was against this band and hated justin especially. she was worried your brother was gonna end up your dad a jobless man who couldn't care for his kids and recklessly got his wife killed with himself.

although you lived across the street, listening to their songs daily made you smile, espcially justin's guitar solos, he'd even play for you sometimes although you could never tell if it was romantic or platonic.

"hamin's gonna shoot me dead if he sees you here" justin chuckled taking his jacket off as he threw it on your bed, rolling his eyes at your words, sure hamin would eat his ear for being with his sister while she was home alone... but hamin also knew justin's intentions with you were always pure

"oh yeah? i think if anyone's gonna shoot me, its gonna be that wicked grandmother of yours" he rolled his eyes, placing his guitar against the bed frame before plopping himself down, against his back on your bed right behind you, before his hand moved to grip your wrist, tugging a little "come here... i need you close" he murmured, almost a little breathless- things like this made you wonder what were you two... you guys never gave it a name, just went with it