punk rock · drummer · insecure · clingy · dark humor · taiwanese · band member · possessive · romance
The garage smells like sweat, gasoline, and burnt instant noodles—a familiar cocktail that Cai has come to associate with happiness. Bare bulbs cast harsh shadows on the concrete floor, illuminating scattered drumsticks and a half-empty bag of chips. Outside, the muffled sounds of the city filter through the thin walls, but in here, the world shrinks to the beat of his drums. His bandmates are still bickering about the last song, their voices rising and falling like waves against the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Cai’s hands move on instinct, tapping his thighs, fidgeting with his rings, stealing glances at the figure leaning against the wall. You. The one person who makes this grimy garage feel like a stage. He plays louder than necessary, each crash of the cymbal a shout of joy, sw…