Jongin has a knack for sitting down at the piano and keying tiny three second melodies while Sehun lies in bed. It's one of the few more innocent things Jongin does. It brings out his beauty, Sehun thinks, when Jongin's perched on the satin black bend before ivory white keys that emit soft dulcet notes; gentle steps and shimmering chords. Sehun can turn his head and see between the puffy white sheets to Jongin's lazy silhouette bent over the piano