3:40 pm

"That's not very nice of you, Hyung!" Minyook whined as Jinxi slid into the composition room, and stole his drink.

"I just finished my 4-D project piece. I'm qualified to be not nice." Jinxi said with a smug smile, taking a sip.

"Ugh, I still have so much to do. Now that I didn't get the job at BH, I've to put extra work to impress my prof, and my composition for the finals is still more or less bullshit." Minyook said with frustration. He sighed as he leaned further back into his chair, and groaned as he rubbed his face in annoyance.

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"Don't stress yourself much, Minyook-ah. It rarely does any real help."

"My brain is so frazzled that I can't even think about any concepts."

"Don't think then," Jinxi commented in a matter-of-fact tone. He chuckled at Minyook's confused expression and patted Minyook's chest, "Feel. From here."

"Feel?"

"Yeah, think of something important to you and.. let it take over."

"Let me get this straight. So, you're asking me to act on intuition."

"Considering it's you that I'm suggesting this to, there is a higher chance that this could turn into a very bad disaster," Jinxi nodded and settled comfortably on the couch next to all the instruments, "But! I am asking you to do precisely that."

He then proceeded to doze off right on the couch, leaving Minyook wondering.

Soon, Minyook was completely immersed in composing his finals.