Description: What happens when you try to teach Dowoon how to stop blushing?

Note: For EveryJae6 - this was absolutelyy lovely to write about but save me, it's 0039 hours here now and I literally drunk typed this in my tired state of mind. Forgive me if it's bad.

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When your brother is part of DAY6, there is no escaping having to meet them. Your parents had the biggest house and they converted the basement into Jae's personal studio and every now and then, the band would come over to rehearse for the next festival. With the school festival coming up, today was no exception.

"What's up little one?" Your brother, Jae ruffled your hair as he walked into the house and you scowled at him.

"Stop calling me that Jae, I'm not little anymore."

"Still little to me. Also Dowoon might need some help with the drums so give him a hand? I'm a little busy now." To prove his point, he held up his arm, revealing bags of takeaway food. God forbid that Jae ever had a family, he'd spend all his pay on his own food and actually forget to feed his own kids.

However, you kept that thought to yourself and simply nod was your reply and you stepped out of the house to see a struggling Dowoon.

Yoon Dowoon. That mysterious guy that you still couldn't figure out.

You've gotten pretty well-acquainted with the rest of the band, even elusive Sungjin. But whenever you talked to Dowoon, you could never get past single word replies or shifty eyes. Today was no different.

"Hi Dowoon, do you need help with the drums?"

"Yes, no...it's ok."

"Oh ok..."

Standing to the side, you saw Dowoon hastily pick up the different pieces of his drum before scuttling into the house, nervously casting a backward glance at you.

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That evening, Jae got you to sit in for their band practise but it was getting nowhere because Dowoon was messing up. He kept starting too early or hitting the wrong drum, leaving the rest of the team in shambles. With each mistake, his ears got redder and redder, and you suspected that it wasn't simply because of his mistakes. Sungjin then called for a break, declaring that "everyone needed some time off". The rest of them left the room, leaving Dowoon and you in the room alone. He clutched his drumsticks tightly in anger, gaze fixed on the ground in guilt. Walking up to him, you sat down in front of him to pry the truth out of him.

"What's making you so nervous right now?"

"I...you."

"Because of me?"

A nod.

"Why?"

"I...get more self-conscious when a girl is around. I'm shy."

"But you've played in front of many girls before at all your club gigs."

"Not many that I know."

"So the fact that someone you know is watching you makes you nervous?"

"Yes."

You knew this wouldn't do. Many girls that know him will be watching him play on the day of the school festival. He needed to learn how to be comfortable around girls.

"I'll help you."

"How?"

"I'll teach you how to less nervous around girls. This way you'll be able to play the drums comfortably during the school festival.”

Dowoon nodded, looking into your eyes for the first time.

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Step 1:

"Today's going to be really simple, we just have to stay in the same room."

Dowoon's eyes grew as large as saucers and you laughed at his comical facial expression, wondering what on earth was he thinking about.

"Don't worry I won't pressure you to do anything, all you have to do is stay in the same room with me in comfortable silence, or well, as comfortable as it can be. Just slowly helping you get used to the presence of a female that you know ok?"

Dowoon finally understood and nodded. You chose the basement and whilst you plopped down on the beanbag at the corner of the room immediately, you could see Dowoon standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do.

"You can just practise the drums or watch some movies. No pressure of social interaction."

Dowoon then chose to sit behind the drums and you allowed yourself to be absorbed into the world of romance and self-discovery expertly crafted by Jojo Moyes. In the background, you could hear the drums starting out soft but as the sun dipped over the horizon, it got louder. For the last piece, you requested a piece.

“Play You were Beautiful for me.”

Dowoon looked at you briefly before starting to play. You listened to the drum solo of your favourite song in rapt attention, smiling wider each time a new part passed without a mistake from him. When the last bang faded out into the night, you proudly announced:

“No mistakes at all Dowoon, You did great!”

Upon hearing your compliment, the poor boy blushed a deep shade of red but he gave you a small smile nonetheless.

“But we still need to work on helping you loosen up, the tension is still there.”

He deflated a little, a grimace on his face.

Despite that, Dowoon learnt something new today: he could now play the drums in front of someone he knew comfortably and sitting with you in silence was actually really comforting.

Step 2:

Dowoon got there 30 minutes earlier. You had said to meet at Piccolo at 7pm but being worried that he was going to be late, he left his house earlier than he should. He played with the leaves of the flowers that he got you – he had stopped by his grandmother’s flower shop earlier on and seeing him all dressed up nicely for a girl, she had insisted on sending him off with flowers in hand for you. The bouquet he picked out for you had a nice mixture of peonies, lilies and dandelions all arranged nicely in different shades of pink and white and he smile a little at the thought of you receiving it.

At 7pm sharp, the chorus of staff greetings announced your arrival and you smiled widely when he waved you ove