Jeongin had just moved, pouting all the way to his new house. He sighed when he saw the new hell hole he would soon call a home. He looks around the neighborhood, houses the same shape, size, different light pastel colors. A perfect neighborhood…. it would be if not for you. You sit on your porch, tuning your electric guitar, plugging it in to your speaker and strumming a bit then completely shredding the thing. Jeongin covers his ears at the loud noise with his hands, well you look fun