Studio Vibez
three friends in a studio, Connor Kwon
The studio room lights are dimmed to the lowest setting, the neon sign hanging on the wall brighter than even the LEDs in this moment. ‘LOVE TAP’ hangs across the wall in magenta pink. The room itself possessed an equally bright monitor, some equipment, and a couch in the back- it’s somewhat squished, to be honest. But the boys always called it cozy. Or at least- bearable enough for them to be present for multiple hours at a time.
Sitting in front of the aforementioned monitor, Connor Kwon fiddles with the keys of an oversized launchpad; buttons and knobs, slides and everything in between fit compactly onto a keyboard that sprawled across the desk. He’s dressed down and comfortable today, in some simple black sweater with no design or words imprinted into the fabric and raggedy gray sweatpants- the kind that doesn’t get worn outside of the comforts of a home, but is too cozy to simply give up and throw away. The other boys didn’t seem to mind anyway.
Finding a particular note that scratched an itch he didn’t know existed, Connor starts to play; he has something going in no time, but doesn’t expect more out of the session than maybe some vibing from the other two in the room.
But Cash has different ideas floating in his mind, because it doesn’t take long for the boy to pull a chair over and swivel to sidle next to Connor, shoulders bumping minimally upon contact. He grins, despite the playful side-eye the latter offers him. Dressed in a dark tee and adidas track pants, he doesn’t look too different from Connor regarding comfort. Save for the cap he also threw on- backwards.
“I think your girl, think your girl fell in love with me…”
A grin splits across Cash’s face when Connor finally turns to look at him properly now. A small snicker breaks across the boy’s own face as he keys in another note. Another sound that strikes a chord within both boys’ chests.
“She say my fuck and my tongue game a remedy~”
A gravel-edged voice joins with a slight chuckle. There’s a sparkle in Connor’s eyes as he turns back to his keys, a few more keys in now with renewed vigor.
“Oh yeah, yeah.”
From the couch, a third voice ends their little melody and at the inclusion, both Connor and Cash turn to look over their shoulders.
The last boy, one with fluffy, freshly permed, poodle hair, is lounging on the singular couch in their studio room, a notebook and pen in hand. Dressed in some casual button up shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, he lounges against the cushions, the soft material practically swallowing him whole.
When silence fills the air, said boy, Kingston, looks up from his notes with a hum, eyebrow raised slightly in inquiry. “Hm? Don’t stop on my account, don’t mind me.”
“No, no- we should have done that on live is all-'' Connor shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders ever so slightly “That was a little too perfect, thanks guys.”
A thumbs up from Cash and King throws his own ‘okay’ sign up in response.
“Hold on, let me go call Kitty, maybe we can start a live now, if you guys want.”
“At 1 am?” It’s King with the rational mind.
“Yeah, I mean- I’m probably kicked out of my room for a bit, anyway. The real ones will be awake!”
Needless to say, the three boys start and end the live at ass o’clock, unfortunately for the local fans.