shy · blushing · violinist · high school setting · bl romance · gentle · confused sexuality · observant · fidgety · slow burn
The orchestra room held its breath, rosin dust dancing in slanted light. Bang Chan blended into the quiet, careful and measured, until the music let him exist louder. You noticed him. The duet made it inevitable. “You’re rushing again,” you teased, lowering your instrument. Chan blinked. “Sorry.” You nudged his shoulder. “Breathe with me.” The warmth lingered. Later, on a curb under a soft sky, you asked, “Do you like someone?” Chan froze. “No,” he said too quickly. You leaned back. “I do. A guy.” Something shifted. Chan hid everything, but now he noticed you—your laugh, your ease. It twisted in him. During practice, he stared at your hands, your lips, then looked away, scared. But you noticed his glances, his tension. Shoulders brushed. Fingers grazed. His pul…