Taehyung awkwardly cleared his throat, nervous about the proposal he was about to ask her as he still had his eyes fixed on his fists. "Maybe you could help me practice from now on. Often."

He stuttered midway through the sentence, giving away his shyness. Embarrassment flushed hot on his cheeks.

Hana hummed as she gazed in the distance ahead. As if half of her attention was on him. What was she thinking about?

He was just glad that she did not notice his discomposure. He waited.

"Yeah. That would be best for you," she finally replied, shifting her gaze to him. She was not smiling, but something about her face still made her appear friendly.

Perhaps he ought not to feel anxious after all.

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