Rosé Imagines (gxg)

guitar lessons (requested)

You stood in the doorway of your shared bedroom, admiring your girlfriend from afar. She closed her eyes, letting the lyrics to her favorite song fall from her lips as she strummed her guitar on her lap. You always admire her passion and dedication to her music. How she works so hard and finds every day more enjoyable and exciting than the last.

You didn't want to interrupt, especially since you love the sound of her voice and the way it was flowing so effortlessly and so beautifully. But you moved your foot to shift your weight from one to the other and the floor creaked beneath your feet, causing Rose to stop and stare over at you.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to bother."

"You didn't, and you could never." She said and quickly, her lips tugged into a smile. "Were you watching me?"

"Yes," you admitted unashamedly. "I love your voice. I love your passion. You're so talented. I've always wanted to play the guitar."

"Oh? Well, how about I teach you?"

Your eyes went wide and you immediately when to shoot the kind offer down. But she was insistent, refusing to take no for an answer. She patted her lap and said, "C'mon. I want to teach you."

It was hard to say no when she seemed so happy and so excited about the thought of teaching you something so important to her. So you walked to her and she moved the guitar out of the way so you could sit comfortably on her lap.

"I don't know what to do." You mumbled quietly. "I'm gonna be terrible."

She chuckled and kissed your cheek then said, "Practice makes perfect, darling. It takes time to master an instrument, so don't put pressure on yourself. Just play for fun right now. Play because you want to learn, not because you have to."

You nodded and your heart beat faster when she wrapped her hand around your fingers. She set the guitar on your lap and placed your fingers where they were meant to be.

"Okay. Try it."

You strummed the chord, cringing at the sound that followed. She just laughed softly and said, "It's alright. Everyone makes a mistake, you're not gonna be perfect right off the bat. Try again. You've got it."

You took a deep breath and strummed the chord again. This time, she placed her fingers over yours and helped you strum, making more of a beautiful melody than the first time around.

"See? You're doing it."

"Because you're helping me." You teased and suddenly, she let go. "No, I was just teasing."

"I know. But you're gonna do great on your own. If you mess up, that's alright. Just move your fingers as I did."

You swallowed thickly, a little nervous to see if you could do it on your own. And, to your surprise, you did! Your smile was big as you looked at Rosé, so much happiness inside you that it made her heart melt. "I did it on my own!"

"I told you that you could." She said before dropping a kiss to your shoulder. "Stop thinking you can't do it and don't be so afraid to make a mistake. It happens to the best. But, always remember, that I believe in you. All you gotta do now is believe in yourself." She said as she ran her fingers through your hair. "You're more capable than you know. If you need or want my help, I'm always happy to teach you."

"Really?"

She quickly nodded her head.

"Could we do this together more often?"

Her eyes lit up at the thought alone. "Of course, baby girl! Now, do you want to do more?"

"Actually," you cleared your throat and nodded toward the guitar. "You should put your hand over mine again. I think I could use some more help."

"Yeah?" She giggled and nudged your side playfully. She knew you were capable, but she was happy to help. She loved any excuse to be so close to you. "Look at me."

You turned your head and felt her lips hit yours. She kept it slow and sweet, simply wanting to show you the love she feels for you. "I'm proud of you." She said softly, kissing you once more but pulling back before you could even try to deepen it.

She put your fingers back on the strings and laid hers over it, strumming the chords again and again while singing or humming softly in your ear to a sweet love song she's had stuck in her head for days.

Together, you practiced time and time again. You found your own love and passion for it, understanding then why it meant so much to her.

You couldn't wait for more lessons, especially if they all went like this one.