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You and Yoongi were sitting in the studio, learning a new melody on the piano today, you weren’t doing very well, since you were a beginner and had only been taking lessons for a month, so Yoongi helped and explained in more detail, he always spoke calmly and softly, never raised his voice at you. There were moments between you when it seemed that you felt something for each other, it was manifested in words and touches, rarely but aptly, as they say, but still you weren’t sure that Yoongi seriously felt something more for you than just respect or a little care, as for his student.

You were sitting on a bench in front of the piano, Yoongi was standing behind you, dressed in a brown suit consisting of trousers and a jacket, under the jacket there was a white shirt with the top button unbuttoned, as well as dark brown men's shoes. Yoongi smelled of a light aroma of men's perfume and coffee. Watching you play, he sometimes corrected you and told you how to do it correctly. At some point, he leaned slightly towards you from behind, his chest barely touched your back, you could feel his breath on the skin of your face, because his face was very close to your ear. Yoongi took your palms, gently and carefully, as if he were holding a small fragile flower, and placed them on the piano keys as needed, gently spreading your fingers with his long ones, and placed them in certain places. Then, he removed his hands and straightened up, continuing to stand behind you, arms crossed over his chest, and watching your game.