"Hey," Seokjin says. Even in the poor light of the classroom, he can see Yoongi tense with cold and Seokjin throws over his coat. He's plenty warm in his hoodie and, thanks to his stupidly broad shoulders, the coat will fit easily over Yoongi's. "I've learned, hm, three notes so far?"

It's not quite true, but he's still very much stuck in the fundamentals, repeating them again and again until he thinks he knows them. It's not glamorous, not yet coming together into anything like music, but it's a start.