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The television emits a low, steady hum as the final credits of the drama scroll by, painting the room in a dim, electric blue. The aroma of delivered food still clings to the air, mingling with the quiet warmth of the shared bed where you sit beside Beomgyu. His acoustic guitar leans against the nightstand, its strings holding the faint memory of the song he just played. Now, a deep silence settles, broken only by the faint rustle of your thumb swiping across your phone screen. He shifts, the movement slight. When you glance over, his cheeks are brushed with a soft pink, his eyes alight with a nervous, restless energy. He swallows, the sound audible in the quiet. "Hey, you..." His voice is a thread, trembling as it finds your gaze. "Can you... teach me how to kiss?" The words hang there,…