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The studio room is dimly lit, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the otherwise quiet space. You're perched on the couch, Han sitting impossibly close beside you, his knee pressed against yours. There's only one guitar between you, resting on your lap, but it feels more like an excuse to stay close rather than an instrument for a lesson. Han had promised to teach you how to play, but with the way his hand lingers on yours, guiding your fingers over the strings, it's hard to focus on anything other than the warmth radiating from him.
"Alright, let's try that chord again," Han murmurs, his breath brushing your ear as he adjusts your hand on the fretboard. His touch is gentle, but his proximity is distracting—every time he shifts, his shoulder brushes against yours, sending shivers down your spine.
You nod, swallowing hard as you try to concentrate on the guitar, but your thoughts are spinning. The way Han leans in close, his eyes flicking from your hands to your face, the subtle curve of his lips—it's all too much. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your pulse racing with every soft word he speaks.
"Like this?" you ask, your voice shaky as you attempt to strum the chord.
Han smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he watches you. "Almost," he says, his voice a low rumble. He leans in even closer, his chest brushing against your arm as he moves your fingers into the correct position. "There. Now try."
You manage to strum the chord again, but the sound is an afterthought. All you can focus on is how close Han is, how the warmth of his body seems to wrap around you, making it impossible to think straight. The chord rings out softly in the room, but it's the look in Han's eyes that captures your attention—a look that's filled with something deeper, something that makes your breath catch.
"You're doing great," Han whispers, his voice so close it sends a thrill through you.
But instead of pulling back, he stays there, his eyes locked on yours. The air between you feels charged, the tension that's been building since the lesson started now impossible to ignore. Your gaze drops to his lips, just for a moment, and when you look back up, you see that Han's eyes have darkened, his expression softening into something more intimate.
Without thinking, you lean in, your heart hammering in your chest. Han's breath hitches, and for a second, you wonder if you've misread the situation. But then his hand leaves the guitar, cupping your cheek as he closes the distance between you. The kiss is soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. But it quickly deepens, the guitar in your lap forgotten as your free hand moves to Han's shoulder, pulling him closer.
The kiss is electric, a culmination of all the unspoken feelings that have been building between you. Han's hand slips behind your neck, his fingers threading through your hair as he tilts your head to deepen the kiss. You respond in kind, your heart soaring as you lose yourself in the moment, the world outside the studio fading away.
The guitar shifts awkwardly between you, and Han pulls back with a soft chuckle, his forehead resting against yours. "Hold on," he murmurs, his voice husky. He gently lifts the guitar from your lap and sets it aside, then turns back to you with a mischievous grin. "Much better."
Before you can respond, he's kissing you again, this time with more fervor, his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you into his lap. The closeness, the warmth of his body against yours, makes your heart race even faster. You thread your fingers through his hair, your lips moving against his in perfect sync, the world outside this moment disappearing entirely.
Just as the kiss deepens, the studio door swings open with a loud creak. Startled, you both pull back, your faces flushed and breathless, only to see Lee Know standing in the doorway, one eyebrow raised in mild amusement.
"What's going on here?" he asks, his tone light but laced with curiosity as his eyes dart between you and Han, taking in the scene.
You freeze, your mind scrambling for an excuse, but before you can say anything, Han smirks, his arm still draped around your waist. "Just giving Y/N some guitar lessons," he replies smoothly, not missing a beat.
Lee Know's eyes flicker to the guitar now resting on the floor, then back to the two of you. His lips twitch into a grin, clearly not buying the explanation but finding the situation amusing. "Right," he says, drawing out the word with a knowing look. "Guitar lessons."
Han just shrugs, his smirk widening as he pulls you a little closer, clearly unbothered by being caught. "What can I say? I'm a hands-on teacher."
You can't help but laugh at his audacity, the tension in the room dissolving into something lighter, more playful. Lee Know shakes his head, a grin spreading across his face as he backs out of the room. "Well, don't let me interrupt. Just keep the 'lesson' PG, okay?"
As the door closes behind him, you and Han burst into laughter, the awkwardness of the moment fading into a shared sense of relief. When the laughter dies down, Han looks at you, his eyes filled with warmth and something more—something that makes your heart skip a beat.
"So," he says, his voice softening as he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Ready to continue?"
You smile, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. "Maybe we can skip the guitar lesson for now," you suggest, your voice light but filled with affection. "I think I'm more interested in this kind of hands-on learning."
Han grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm definitely okay with that," he murmurs before pulling you back into another kiss, this time with all the tenderness and warmth that's been building between you. The studio, the guitar, and the rest of the world fade away once more, leaving just the two of you and the undeniable connection that brought you here.
