the studio was quiet except for the occasional hum of the synth as you hesitantly pressed the keys, trying to mimic what you had seen seungmin do so effortlessly. he stood beside you, arms crossed, watching with an expression that was both focused and slightly nervous. teaching you had been his idea, but now that you were actually here, struggling to find the right notes, he seemed almost more flustered than you.

“um… here,” he mumbled, hesitating before stepping closer. his hand hovered over yours for a moment, as if debating whether to touch you, before finally resting gently atop your fingers. his touch was warm, but you could feel the slight tremor in his movements as he guided your hands to the right keys. his ears were already turning pink, and you had to bite back a smile at how shy he was.

he cleared his throat, trying to focus. “press this one… and then this,” he instructed, his voice softer than usual. but the longer he stayed this close, the harder it seemed for him to concentrate. when you glanced up at him, you caught the way his gaze flickered away quickly, as if afraid of getting caught staring. his lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something, but he just swallowed and looked down at the keys instead.

when he finally stepped back, running a hand through his hair, he avoided your eyes entirely. “you’re getting better,” he muttered, though the slight waver in his voice betrayed his composure. his fingers fiddled with the hem of his sleeve, a nervous habit you had grown to recognize. you pressed a key, letting the soft note ring out before smiling at him. “guess i have a good teacher,” you said lightly, and his face turned even redder as he busied himself adjusting the synth—anything to avoid acknowledging how flustered he was.