Sitting on a plush chair, Junmyeon bobs his head along to the beat of the music playing in his ears. His eyes are shut tight as he loses himself in the interweaving instruments, lips stretched into a closed smile. Upon his bed of ebony hair, his ears flop up and down as well, and his tail sways along to the voice serenading him. After a few lingering notes, the song comes to an end.

“Oh, wow, you’re really good at making songs, Yixing-hyung!” Junmyeon exclaims with applaud.

The idol lowers the headphones he had been holding up to the other’s ears and sets them down on the studio desk. A bombardment of questions suddenly swamps Yixing, the questioner scrambling and positioning himself comfortably in his lap. Junmyeon begins to mess around with all the recording equipment, poking and prodding at the unfamiliar technology surrounding him.

“Is it hard to make songs? Why are there so many computers? Why are there so many machines? What does this thing do? What does that thing do? Wow, there’s so many buttons-”

Wrapping his arms around the smaller, Yixing effectively restricts Junmyeon’s movement. He honestly can’t have any of the expensive equipment being broken