#yubat

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“five, six, seven, eight!”

amber’s voice rings clear through the musty garage air, her drumsticks clapping together with the beat. qian begins to play the opening chords of the song on her keyboard, and soojung’s fingers pluck at the strings of her bass.

sunyoung opens her mouth to sing, but stops short when she notices that something is missing.

“yah, jinri-ah,” she whines, prodding the tall redhead with her foot. jinri starts, whipping around to face the rest of the band with wide eyes.

“huh? what?”

soojung groans. amber chuckles. “stop daydreaming,” sunyoung says with a sigh, gesturing towards jinri’s electric guitar. “we need to practice or we’ll never beat those exo jerks in the next round of battle of the bands. they have too many fangirls, and we can’t afford to sit around any longer.”

jinri bites her lip and adjusts her guitar strap. “oops.” a light giggle escapes her throat. “i thought we were starting on one, two, three, four, though? i didn’t hear the queue, i’m sorry.”

“when did we say that? it’s always been five, six, seven, eight. pay attention,” soojung scoffs. jinri sticks her tongue out at her best friend in retaliation, and qian clears her throat.

“guys, come on,” the eldest says. “let’s focus.”

“yeah, soojung, focus,” jinri teases, a light smile on her face. the younger makes a noise that is somewhere between a hiss and a strangled growl.

amber lets out another laugh before raising her drumsticks once again, foot on the pedal and poised to begin. “alright, ready?” she asks. “five, six, seven, eight!”

qian plays the opening chords. soojung riffs mindlessly on the bass. sunyoung opens her mouth to sing, and...

nothing.

“jinri!”

“what?!” jinri stares at her bandmates, a look of genuine confusion on her face. “...aren’t we starting on one, two, three, four?”