Jooyeon spends a lot of his time in the band room at school, it's quiet, and it's perfect for practicing. He'll claim one of the small soundproof rooms and spend hours in there after school, practicing to his heart's content. Sometimes he even skips class to go in there, which the band teacher doesn't care to mention to other teachers, letting the bassist do as he pleases; Jooyeon gets most of his work turned in on-time anyway, stopping him isn't entirely necessary.

The teen was currently invested on practicing for a new song that he and his band were working on, his mind lost in the chords while his fingers work the four strings of his bass. He always brings his bass with him to school, it's rare that he ever goes anywhere without it, music is a huge part of his life, and he spends as much time around it as he can. Jooyeon pauses to take a break, listening to the demo of their song on his laptop, gently nodding his head to the beat.

It's moment of these that bring Jooyeon an indescribable amount of peace, which is surprising when someon is as chaotic as Jooyeon is. He smiles, letting the music play out loud in the small sound-proof room. There were some food wrappers in the corner, next to a trashcan filled with crumpled sheet music; proof that he treated this room as if it were his own.