The afternoon sun streamed through the music room windows as you practiced with Sun-Woo. He was at the piano, playing effortlessly, while you tried to match his rhythm on the violin. But no matter how many times you played, something felt off.

You frowned, adjusting your grip on the bow. The melody wavered for a second, and you tensed.

“Relax,” Sun-Woo murmured, his fingers still moving over the keys. Then, without warning, he stood up and moved behind you.

Before you could react, his hand covered yours, his touch warm as he adjusted your bowing hand. His other hand hovered near your waist, just lightly guiding your posture.

“Like this,” he said, his voice low and close. He moved your hands with his, helping you glide the bow more smoothly. The notes came out steadier, more controlled, and you could feel the tension in your shoulders ease.

But what didn’t ease was the way your heart suddenly felt unsteady. Sun-Woo didn’t move away immediately. His hands lingered just a little too long, his presence impossibly close.

Then, in a teasing, almost knowing tone, he murmured:

“I wonder… do you always get this nervous, or is it just because I’m this close?”