"Between Our Keys And Strings" ☑️ [2Min ❤️]

3.

Seungmin's thoughts.

Minho's thoughts.

A musician is understood through their music. Through the way they play. When words fail, thoughts speak through chords. The frequencies, the pressure—light or firm—their posture, even the small mistakes in the notes… they reveal what's hidden in the mind.

Music isn't just a sequence of beats.

It’s an emotion.

Seungmin closed his eyes, letting the melody wash over him. It was a simple piece, but he had poured himself into it. And that's what mattered. Even three notes are enough for a musician to build an entire song.

Minho, along with the other two guitarists, Han Jisung and Lee Felix, strummed the strings with careful pressure, synchronized with the beat of the room. Their posture was straight, guitars held close like something precious.

Hyunjin and the other drummer, Seo Changbin, kept the rhythm alive, striking with practiced precision.

And Seungmin, quiet in his corner, simply enjoyed the moment.

After half an hour, the music faded into silence. Everyone took a breath.

The room filled with the sounds of cracking knuckles and relaxed sighs—but even more with satisfied smiles and full, musical hearts.

Sunlight slanted through the windows, painting the walls a soft orange.

Then the door creaked open, drawing everyone's attention.

Wonpil stepped in with his usual warm smile, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Great job. That was good. You played well as a band today," he said. "We'll keep building, day by day. Just remember—patience and the right mindset matter more than being perfect."

Everyone nodded.

"With that, class is over. It's already past time. See you all tomorrow."

The group thanked him and began packing up their instruments.

"Sunbaenim, I have a question," Hyunjin said. "I've been playing the drums, but the intensity, pressure, and speed still don't feel right. They're not well balanced."

"That's okay," Wonpil replied kindly. "You've only just started. Like I said—have patience. You'll get better as you keep practicing."

"Okay. Thank you, sunbaenim."

"Bye everyone. See you tomorrow."

One by one, they left. Seungmin was the last to go. He carefully slung his keyboard bag over his shoulder and stepped outside, gently closing the door behind him.

"You're learning fast for a beginner."

Seungmin startled, the keyboard thumping lightly against his back. He turned to see—

Minho. Casually leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets.

He wasn't even trying. Still, he looked effortlessly like a charming prince. Seungmin couldn't help but wonder why someone like him even bothered to talk to someone like me.

''Oh, thank you, hyung,'' Seungmin said, a bright smile lighting his face. ''It wasn't too hard. Anyone like me could manage. I mean… we're all beginners. You're the one who plays really well.''

Minho raised an eyebrow. ''Anyone like you?''

Seungmin looked down. ''I mean… I'm not that good. I'm pretty boring, honestly. So if even I can do it, anyone can.''

Minho chuckled softly.

He's so insecure for someone with that sunshine personality. Impressive, Minho thought.

He pushed off the wall and walked toward Seungmin, calm and composed, hands still in his pockets. He leaned in slowly, his breath brushing Seungmin's ear, his lips nearly grazing the shell.

"You really don't know yourself, do you, Seungminnie?" he whispered, voice low and smooth. "Don't worry… I'm here now. I'll show you exactly what you are."

Seungmin froze, his breath caught in his throat, eyes wide. His mind went completely blank.

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