Seung looks at the shiny golden circles and sneaks toward them. He tries to nibble them but they are hard. The little dog growls.

“Dowoon, Seung is meddling with the cymbals–“ begins Jae, but by the time they reach him the cymbals tumble over each other with a resounding clang.

Brian unexpectedly laughs, while Sungjin cringes a little.

“Oy, oy,” says Dowoon solemnly, rearranging the cymbals once more on the cleaned instrument. “Real rude.”

Seung woofs, disagreeing with the said comment. Wonpil picks a cymbal cheerfully and sets it on Dowoon’s head.

“No need to be so uptight,” he reasons, drumming on the younger’s head. “We’re in for a treat later.”

“I’m going to lose my brain cells,” complains Dowoon with a glare, but a laugh is formed even before his sentence is completed.

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