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Of course! You're sitting on the floor, your back against the sofa. The room is lit only by a warm lamp in the corner. Suga is in front of you, his laptop open and his keyboard to the side, creating soft rhythms that barely fill the air.

He glances at you sideways while humming a tune, searching for the right words. He doesn't say much, but his presence is comforting, like a warm blanket in winter.

— Come here — he murmurs, patting the sofa.

You approach and let yourself fall beside him. Without thinking much, Suga puts an arm around you and rests his chin on your shoulder. His hair smells of his favorite shampoo, the one you secretly share.

— Do you like it? — he asks, referring to the song he just composed.

You nod. You don't need big words to express it. He smiles, a small gesture but full of meaning. You feel his thumb drawing absent circles on your arm.

Several minutes pass in silence, listening to the demo play over and over. There's no need to fill the space. He's never been one to talk too much, but with you, the silences are comfortable, natural.

— I like this — he says suddenly, in a low voice —. That you're here. Doing nothing... just being.

He turns his face slightly to look you in the eyes. There's a strange, almost shy tenderness in his gaze.

— I don't need much noise in my life —whispers—. Just you.

He leans in and gives you a short, soft kiss, almost like a sigh. Then he lies down with you on the sofa, his head on your chest, closing his eyes as if he wants to etch this moment forever.

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