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As they were unpacking their instruments, Jin looked towards Yoon's direction. Yoon had just taken out his bow and started to rosin it. He watched as Yoon held the tiny square aginst his bow and moved it up and down the entire bow in slow, even strokes. Jin compared this to his own method of rosining, which was rapidly rosining short sections of his bow. He continued to stare at Yoon's hand movements before realizing what he was doing and turned away, blushing, feeling heat rise not just only in his face. He could imagine feeling Yoon's soft hands "rosining" his "bow" and became a deeper shade of red. "Calm down Jin, this is not what you're suppose to be thinking about the stand partner that you hate."