“Okay, show me what you’ve got,” he said, leaning back slightly, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

You hesitated, fingers barely brushing the strings as you strummed an awkward, clumsy chord.

Taeyang raised an eyebrow. “That’s… definitely not it.”

You shot him a look. “I’m just starting, okay?”

He laughed softly, pushing off from the table and moving closer. His hands brushed against yours as he adjusted the positioning of the guitar on your lap, his fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary.

“Relax. Let me show you.”

He guided your fingers onto the neck of the guitar, showing you the right placement for the chords. His voice was calm, almost teasing as he murmured instructions, his breath close against your ear.

“Feel the strings… not too hard. Gently. Yeah, like that.”