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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊.↳ ❝ parasocial ❞ pt#1 ☄. *. ⋆

"You would usually say no to getting out of your house, but who are you to refuse if you're getting treated to see the performance of your favorite group ?"

➶ feat ; kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

➶ word count ; 1.3k

“How did you even score tickets?! Let alone front row ones?!” You tried to loudly talk to Yunjin through the loud crowd. You couldn’t hear what she said, but you saw her giggle, as your face contorts in confusion.

“Don’t worry about it y/n. Today’s my treat, I know how much you love that bassist, I just had to score us spots when they were in town!” She said, with a warm grin on her face. You couldn’t help but smile back and just give her a hug. No words were needed nor enough for you to express your gratitude to have someone like Yunjin be by your side. 

While waiting for the band to enter, you reminisce about the time you met Yunjin.

You finally got out of highschool, now attending that was your first pick in all the ones you applied in, though some of your old friends were lucky enough to be able to get in the quite prestigious school you are in now, they sort of forgot about you after highschool, at least that's what you've always said, after all, they had different dreams, ambitions, and interest compares to you, some of them dreamed of becoming doctors, others wanted to become teachers, and you decided to pursue music, as you never thought of any other career you’d enjoy. Were you going to make lots of money from using your hobby as a full blown career? You didn't know. Were you gonna enjoy doing music professionally? You didn’t know either.

Good thing you had pretty good grades in highschool, so you had a scholarship, a dorm, and a stipend. All the accommodations you acquired made you think that everything in college was gonna be a breeze, until you got one call.

“Hello? Is this y/n l/n?” a woman, who sounded formal, but polite, asked you through the phone. 

You struggled to put your phone in your ear, as you were carrying multiple cups of ramen for your week's worth of dinner, should’ve grabbed a basket before grabbing all of this stuff, you thought.

“Hello? Yes, this is y/n.” You did your best to sound composed, despite struggling with your baggage.

“Good afternoon, I am the school staff in charge of affairs related to scholars. On the school’s behalf, I would like to inform you that from now on you’ll be sharing your dorm room with another student.”

You tried your best to not drop a cup at the quite surprising news you received, you thought the dorm wasn’t gonna be shared, since it is quite late, but you were glad the phone call wasn’t the school kicking you out, or something.

“Hello? I hope you do not mind sharing, we know this is quite abrupt, we did originally plan the room being for you only, but we miscalculated the amount of students occupying the dorms, so we had to transfer this student to yours.”

You didn’t realize that you already spaced out and immediately hurried to reply when you heard the woman's voice again.

“Ah! Of course, I do not mind. But when is the said student transferring to my dorm?”  You said. “We informed her that her transferral will be done ASAP, she might arrive late afternoon tomorrow.”

Well, that was a lie.

You rushed home carrying your eco bag filled with cups of the same ramen you’ve eaten as dinner for a few weeks since you moved into your dorm so you could have more time to clean up your place. You spent the entire night doing your supposed best tidying up your dorm, moving your stuff from the room with a spare bed to your room. You spent most of your time thinking where to put insignificant small trinkets from the spare room to wherever you thought it’d fit that you eventually just passed out on the living room couch.

*knock knock*

Silence.

*knock knock knock* 

SIlence again.

The once gentle knocking turned into continuous frantic banging on the door, and you eventually woke up, scrambling to the door, opening it fast.

You were still groggy even though the banging on your door was loud, but if something were to wake you up, it would be the strong knock you got to your forehead.

“AH! I’m sorry! Are you okay!?” The person knocking hurriedly tried to help your poor self, covering your face, specifically your forehead after the hit you endured.

You moved your hand to see the person who hit you, while still covering your forehead. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You definitely weren't, but you still tried to hide the pain in your voice.

“I’m really sorry! This is quite a bad first impression… All my rehearsals for nothing!” The girl dramatically exclaimed. She was odd to say the least, but you were glad she forgot about your forehead.

“You must be y/n!” She said, holding out her hand, for a handshake, you assumed. “I’m Yunjin, I heard alot about you, but I did not expect… This…” She continued, while looking around in the dorm.

Right, you passed out while cleaning up, and decided to set an alarm early on so you could just finish up the next day.

“Wait, what time is it!?” You rushed to grab your phone back on the couch, leaving Yunjin hanging. As you searched for your phone under the pillows you hear your new roommate comment

“Hey, didn’t mean to sound rude or something back there, your dorm.. Is fine.. It's just a little disorganized, that's it.” She said, trying to justify what she said back in front of the door, while moving her bags to the living room.

“Sorry, I did try to clean up a little bit overnight, but I decided I’ll finish up this morning. '' You explained, while looking at your phone’s clock. 10am, that is most definitely not late afternoon.

“Is that so? Then I too am quite at fault for coming unannounced.” She said while walking to your fridge. “Your forehead looks really red, let’s do something about that.” She grabs the tray of ice in your freezer and puts the cubes in a clean towel she took from the shelf, and approaches your disgruntled figure on the couch, and pats the towel on your reddened forehead. 

She sits beside you and tries her best to be as gentle as she can since she noticed you flinch after every dab of the cold towel hit your skin followed by quiet ‘ouch’s and hisses.

“I never got to properly introduce myself, did I?” you shift your aimless gaze at her, uttering a small ‘yeah’, awaiting her dramatic introduction like the one she did earlier, but it never came.

“My name’s Yunjin, I am a music major, I heard from the dean that you too majored in music? No one I know previously also majored in music, I’m glad I met someone who’d want to pursue the same stuff I do.” She said, in a soft tone you didn’t expect, as you assumed that she’d keep up the arrogant exterior she portrayed earlier.

You and Yunjin continued to talk about random stuff, from songwriting, to movies, and to music bands you two enjoyed, and as you find out that she too enjoy listening to a group with an idol as the main singer, a huge guy with horns adorning his silver playing drums, and a white haired bassist possessing a voice as refreshing as the winds blowing on a calm sunny day, you warmed up to her, despite you still being reserved and quiet, she stayed by your side, even when you two graduated and lived separately, she kept contact with you, and often dropped by your house to cook and drag you out of your house.

Your train of thoughts gets cut when you feel an arm wrap around yours, as your body gets dragged up.

“Y/n! Their performance is starting!”

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊.↳ ❝ parasocial ❞ prelude ☄. *. ⋆

" You are a very tired, unmotivated songwriter, until you stumble upon a certain white-haired man under a somewhat famous band. "

➶ feat ; Kaedehara Kazuha x gn!reader

➶ word count ; 302

*ring! ring!* 

You snap awake at the sound of your phone ringing loudly, putting away your guitar gently before getting up off your couch to fetch your phone.

“Hello?” You lazily said.

“Slacking off again pumpkin pie? I thought you were going to finish a song tonight?” You feel your face sour at the odd nickname your friend gave you.

“I’m sorry Yunjin, I’m just blanking out whenever I try to write something, you know?” You say, while reaching out for your coffee table to grab a notepad surrounded by pieces of crumpled paper.

Yunjin continues to lecture you about ‘slacking off’ but none of her words reach you as you stare idly at the notebook in your hands, eyes glazing at words seemingly written everywhere without forethought. 

You flip through the pages mindlessly until you stumble upon a poorly drawn doodle of a boy with a red streak on its head with what seems to be a badly scribbled bass on its hand. You feel your lips curve into a smile as you look at the drawing of the bassist you’ve looked up to alot. Your train of thoughts got stopped when you heard screaming in your ear, you were in a call with Yunjin, right.

“Are you not listening again?” Yunjin sighs, “It’s okay” she follows up, knowing that you were gonna spit out meaningless apologies again.

“Yunjin you know how I don’t want to write songs that just feel empty, and stuff, if you understand what I mean.” You say.

“Yeah, yeah. I suppose I understand what you’re going through. But! You know! You just need to go outside more often y/n..”  she huffs

“Where am I even going to go?”

And that's how you found yourself in the front row of a gig by your favorite band.

pt #1 !

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