sha la la | collab book

2 - play the line

[ exo, park chan-yeol]

romance, fluff  ; sara

*

"hey y/n!" chanyeol exclaims happily as you try fitting the big instrumental case into his house. you give chanyeol a flushed smile embarrassingly as he stood near his front-door watching you struggle to fit the instrument into the house. his narrow door was a pain.

"here, let me help with that." chanyeol says smugly while pulling his sleeves to his elbows, showing off his veins and muscles. it was a nice view, you weren't going to lie to yourself.

moving your hair that was on your right shoulder, you flip it back and straighten down your hair in case it looked tangled. you did leave your house in a rush to meet chanyeol on time, it was the only reason why you loved sunday's so much. because you got to see chanyeol.

chanyeol had been your guitar tutor for about 3 years now, and you badly wanted to make it seem like you didn't understand a note so you'd stay at his house a little longer. you shake the thoughts out of your head as you continue to watch chanyeol himself struggling to get your guitar into the living room.

laughing, you make your way to chanyeol to help him, but as soon as you tried, chanyeol had pushed the case into the house causing a loud thud to echo throughout his house. it being empty wasn't much of a help either.

you jump a bit hearing the sudden noise but quickly regain composure once you felt chanyeol's gaze on you. you give him another flushed smile, the second one in a day.

he smiles back and raises his arm out, "shall we?" he says in a horrible british accent as you giggle and copy him just as horribly. "we shall."

*

you were now in chanyeol's room, seated on his black spacious sectional couch that matched his darkroom entirely. you already had your guitar in between your hands, and a song sheet was laid in front of your lap as you tested your strings. chanyeol was at his desk, a journal and pencil neatly placed in front of him as he turned his roller chair around to face you.

"start with the first line and then we can learn the next, do you remember what we did last week?" chanyeol asks while he puts on his glasses, re-reading notes he took last week when you visited.

you nod warily, trying to remember the details of last week but none seemed to come to mind. "okay, great. start the first line." you inhale and place your hands on the right strings, reminding yourself which letters belonged to which part. and then you played.

you let your emotions flow from your blood to your hands as you continue to play each chord on key and correctly. that was until you reached the last note. chanyeol raises his hand up, signaling you to stop playing so he could see which note you messed up on.

"g? we've played that so many times, y/n. how'd you mess it up?" it was true, you have played that note so many times, in fact, it was one of the first notes you played when you started learning to play guitar. you frown, not sure how you messed such a note up.

"it's okay, don't beat yourself up about it. it was a simple mistake, let's start back from the top."

as soon as you heard the okay to play from chanyeol, you breathed in again and replayed the same line. everything went well until chanyeol stopped you again. you look to your music sheet only to see you stopped on the same note you messed up just a few minutes ago. g.

"y/n, you did the same mistake. what's wrong?" you shake your head and exasperate frustratingly, why couldn't you get it right? "nothing's wrong, i just don't understand how i'm getting the same note wrong!"