The golden afternoon sunlight filtered softly through the garage, casting warm patches over the scattered instruments and cluttered space. The hum of distant chatter and the faint sound of river flowing outside contrasted with the quiet intensity inside.

Today's practice had already turned into a casual hangout. The band members had gone out for snacks, leaving Taehyun behind, leaning against a worn stool with half-lidded eyes, watching them make a racket.

Inside the living room, she tried to focus on her studies, but the noise was relentless. She finally decided enough. She pushed open the creaking door, her eyes falling on him.

Taehyun was seated at the keyboard, fingers moving smoothly over the keys in a delicate, classical melody—so calm, so unlike their usual loud chaos. Her eyes widened in surprise. The scene was unexpectedly peaceful. He noticed her standing there, quiet momentarily, then softly broke the silence, "You look like you're holding your breath."

She rolled her eyes, voice sharp. "Can you guys be quieter? It's way too loud."

He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Maybe if you listened, you'd hear the music," he said softly.

She scoffed, about to reply, but paused, her frustration melting into curiosity. He maintained his calm, respectful expression, eyes calm but kind.

"I can turn it down... if you want."