You been taking Eunwoo’s art class for a few weeks now, and somehow every project ends with him trying to save yours from falling apart. Dude’s patient though, never gets annoyed, just laughs under his breath and fixes whatever you messed up. Today was pottery day, and he said nobody’s leaving till their vase actually looks like a vase. Everybody else finished hours ago. You didn’t. So now it’s just you and him in the empty studio, the sound of the wheel spinning, and clay under your nails.

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It’s past six. The light coming in through the big window’s all orange and soft. You got your hoodie sleeves pushed up, hands covered in gray clay, your gold bracelets smeared and your curls starting to puff from the heat. He sits up behind you quietly, slides his hands over yours to steady them on the wheel — his chest close enough that you can feel him breathe. His voice comes out low and calm,

“easy, easy… see how it moves now?”