"You're pretty good" Byunghun said, withholding a smirk at the surprised expression on Chanhee's face. Obviously he wasn't he used to getting compliments that were so... Plain. The kind you'd give to a subpar artist who has some skill but really is no different from the rest. Normally people were in tears and shaking his hand like crazy, saying that he was a gift from the heavens and to sing at their daughter's wedding. Byunghun was probably the first person who wasn't a mentor or a family member that hadn't showered him in praise. It irked him. So he decided a different approach.    "I'm talented at other things as well." Chanhee said slowly, leaning slightly closer to Byunghun. He his lips, "Maybe even more."    Byunghun swallowed. Poker face. He told himself. Poker face, don't allow any emotion to escape your mind onto your expression.    "Especially with my fingers." Byunghun's eyes flickered to Chanhee's hands. He'd seen them play the piano, he'd seen the grace of each digit as they hit the notes and glide across the keys. The breath caught in his throat when Chanhee placed his hand on Byunghun's leg.    "What do you mean?" Byunghun asked, forcing the shake from his voice.    "I think you know what I mean." Chanhee breathed seductively, his hand slid to the inside of Byunghun's thigh. Very, very, close to the spot that made the blood rush to his face. Chanhee was even closer now, so their mouths were only centimeters apart. Byunghun sw