Seokjin laughs good-naturedly at that. "Everything looks good in my arms, you know that," he teases. "Right now it looks better than I sound." Obligingly, he picks out and strums the C chord and then picks out a few of the individual notes that he's learned on the thinner, higher strings. "It's a start."

He just wishes he were further along. Then he'd have something to contribute to their creativity besides moral support and snacks. "I'm probably going to want to give up at least ten times," he says with an exaggerated sigh.