Suga's pov
We make our way to the bedroom, the soft light casting gentle shadows across the walls. Agust D moves with effortless grace; his presence is both calming and electrifying. As we prepare for bed, the silence between us feels different—not heavy with unspoken words but filled with a quiet understanding.
I slide under the covers, feeling the cool sheets against my skin. Agust D. joins me, his body close enough that I feel the warmth radiating from him. For a moment, neither of us speaks; the only sound is the gentle rustling of the sheets as we settle in.
I turn to face him, my eyes tracing the lines of his face. There is a vulnerability in his expression—a softness that I rarely see. It makes my heart ache in a way I can't quite explain. I reach out, my hand finding his hand in the dim light, and we intertwine our fingers.
"Goodnight, Agust D," I whisper, my voice barely audible in the stillness of the room.
He squeezes my hand gently, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch. "Goodnight, Suga," he replies, his voice a soothing balm to my restless thoughts.
We lean in at the same time, our lips meeting in a sweet, unhurried kiss. It is a kiss that speaks of promise and potential, of a connection that is still finding its footing. His lips are soft and warm against mine, a perfect contrast to the raw intensity we had shared earlier.
As we pull back, our foreheads rest against each other, and I feel a sense of peace wash over me. At that moment, the barriers between us seem to fall away, leaving only the promise of something deeper.
I close my eyes, savouring the closeness and the intimacy that feels so natural yet so new.
"Sleep well," I murmur, pressing a final, tender kiss to his lips before settling back against the pillows.
He smiles a soft, genuine smile that lights up his face. "You too, Suga."
With that, we drift into sleep, the warmth of his presence a comforting reminder that, despite everything, we are finding our way back to each other. And in the quiet of the night, I allow myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, we could find something real.
***
The morning sunlight filters softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bedroom. I stir awake, feeling the warmth of Agust D beside me. The night has been peaceful, with our shared goodnight kiss lingering in my mind like a sweet, unspoken promise.
As I open my eyes, I find him already awake, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. There is a contemplative expression on his face, a quiet intensity that draws me in. I shift slightly, propping myself up on one elbow to get a better look at him.
"Morning," I say softly, my voice still husky from sleep.
He turns his head to face me, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Morning."
For a moment, we just lay there, the silence between us comfortable and filled with unspoken understanding. But there is something I need to tell him—something that has been weighing on my mind for a while. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the moment.
"Agust D," I begin. "There's something I want to tell you."
His expression shifts, curiosity and concern mingling in his eyes. "What is it?"
I hesitate, searching for the right words. "My name—I mean, my real name. I want you to know it."
He sits up slightly, his full attention now on me. "Suga, you don't have to—"
