Mod Post: Pinch-Hit Lightening Prompt Round!

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[thenewlondoner]

guitar, BangLo, PG, HORRIBLE FLUFF [Part 1]

“So, hyung,” Junhong says, plopping himself in front of where Yongguk is looking over new lyric sheets in the middle of the composing room. “It’s become clear that you need to teach me to play guitar.”

Yongguk frowns and looks up, thinking Junhong is joking, but the maknae is just looking at him, jaw clenched. There’s unsureness in his expression, though, as if he’s preparing for Yongguk to say no.

“Has it really?” Yongguk asks, marking something on the paper that means absolutely nothing because he’s trying hard not to think of giving Junhong guitar lessons, all the opportunities to touch his hands to rearrange his chords and the hours they’ll get to spend together, just the two of them in the sound room. He feels his face flush and shakes his head to get rid of the thoughts.

“No?” Junhong says, taking the movement for a rejection, and his shoulders slump like his whole body and every dream it’s ever carried is now crushed.

Yongguk looks back at him and knows he’s lost at the defeated expression on Junhong’s face. He sighs. “Yeah, okay, I can.” Setting down the papers, he gets up to grab his guitar.

Junhong looks at him, stunned, as Yongguk sets the guitar in his hands. “Now?”

“Why not?” Yongguk asks, and sits down behind Junhong, at his left shoulder. The body of the guitar comes to rest in the curve of Junhong’s crossed legs, and Yongguk has to admit that the dark finish looks particularly good next to pale skin. Which he should not be thinking about, even when Junhong shifts a little and his basketball shorts ride further up his thighs.

“Okay,” Yongguk says, trying to clear his thoughts, aware that Junhong is staring at him. He wraps his hand around Junhong’s and drags it further up the neck of the guitar. “We’re going to make the C chord.”

-

Three months in, and Yongguk is sure Junhong is trying to drive him mad. He shows up promptly to lessons- whenever their schedule is regular enough to have scheduled lessons- and for the most part is actually an excellent study. When Junhong finds the time to practice between his actual studies and their band activities, Yongguk has no clue, because he personally feels like he barely has enough to eat and sleep.

The problem is, well, during the lessons. Summer is coming up, and the apartment is getting stuffier as the days pass and no one can get the AC to work properly. The sound room in particular is quite stuffy, having no windows, and Junhong insists they practice in there (so does Himchan, but Yongguk doesn’t listen to him normally). What this means is shorts and tank tops, for everyone involved.

This would not be a problem if Yongguk could stop thinking about the exposed slopes of Junhong’s skin when he sits behind him, or the soothing coolness of his fingers when he goes to correct his chords.