‘i can jam pretty well to paramore songs.’
— of paramount paramours
with @hdsuho
and really that was all it took for sebastian to find himself in a tiny practice room with suho, a label mate, and well… a friend too, he would suppose. there was a time in his life where he would cringe at the thought of making friends, opening up and being kind to someone- it wasn’t his forte when he lived in united kingdom, he would rather ignore people and focus on the task at hand, it was easier to do so there, he didn’t have an appearance to keep up, and he didn’t face any consequences for his actions; in fact, he would have preferred to be alone rather than surrounded by people, there was something suffocating about having a bunch of eyes on you, and dealing with people’s expectations, their wants and wishes.
maybe the blond male was selfish in that way, wanting to focus solely on himself while neglecting others, his grandparents always scolded him for his atypical social manners, meaning he didn’t have any at all- they always liked to tease him for his awkwardness, but the truth of the matter was that he just didn’t know how to act in front of other people, always keep his guard up, and his walls sturdy and firm, they didn’t tumble for anyone unless he allowed them to.
so this was different. he was spending time with suho because he wanted to, the younger boy showed him around when he had just started as a trainee which he was thankful for- korean wasn't easy for him and still wasn't, the taller male was more than kind enough to guide him when he felt lost and a tad bit confused. he felt like a lost puppy, and that was not something sebastian would describe himself, and cringed at the thought of being seen so soft—
he has to remind himself that suho had been nothing but kind, someone who had wanted to be his friend, and their little jamming session was quite fun; he hadn't been able to take out his guitar and piano around someone and just go wild. and besides, paramore would forever be tasteful in the mancunian's humble opinion.
his fingertips tingle from pressing into the chords, feeling them against his skin, it's satisfying, something that reminds him of when he was learning the instrument and his grandparents would guide him, and for the first time in a long while, he feels comfortable, and safe around suho. content.
he places his guitar down and looks at the boy in front of him, and his smile softens, turning into something less biting, an expression was only shown to those who had made their way into his heart and he extends an offer, hand reaching out to metaphorically grab the one that has been there ever since he joined the company twenty months ago—
"do you want to come grab something to eat with me?"











