Suga's POV
My heart pounds in my chest as me and Maybelle reach the end of the corridor. Without a moment's hesitation, I push through the door.
I barely register Agust D standing there, as my eyes lock onto the grand piano. It is as if the instrument was calling to me. I move toward it, my fingers trembling as they traced the smooth, black lacquer surface. It feels strangely familiar, a haunting echo of memories buried deep in my mind.
The soft creak of the piano bench barely was registered as I sit down, my hands hovering over the keys. I press one gently, producing a soft, eerie note that resonates through the room. A shiver runs down my spine, and i feel an inexplicable connection to this place, this piano.
I, lost in the melody that plays in my head. It isn’t until Maybelle speak that the spell broke.
"I see you've discovered my fiancé's final resting place... he tried to rape me over this very piano. That's why I stabbed him."
The words hit me like a physical blow, snapping me out of my reverie. I jerk back from the piano, my eyes wide with shock and guilt. The memories flooded back, dark and painful. I see flashes of another past, another time, and the realization of what had happened here crashes down on me.
Panic surges through me. I can't stay here, can't face the horror of it all. Without a word, I turn and flee the room, the sound of my hurried footsteps echoing down the corridor. The air felt thick, oppressive, as if the walls themselves were closing in on me.
I run, not daring to look back, the weight of the dark revelations bearing down on me. All I want is to escape my suffocating memories and the haunting presence of that piano. But beneath the fear and guilt, a part of me aches to play, to let my fingers dance over the keys and escape into the music. It is a cruel twist of fate that my sanctuary has become a place of dread.
Agust D's POV
Suga stood on the balcony of our bedroom, staring out into the distance as the rain began to fall. The faint glow of his cigarette illuminated his face in the dim light, casting shadows over his troubled features. He took a slow drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the damp air.
I watched him from the doorway, my heart aching at the sight of him so lost in his thoughts. Quietly, I stepped out onto the balcony and wrapped my arms around him from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder.
"Is this your seventh cigarette?" I murmured, my breath warm against his ear.
He glanced at me, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "You counted?"
I reached up and gently took the cigarette from his lips, placing it in my own. I took a drag, savoring the shared intimacy of the moment, before turning back to him. "I notice everything about you."
He nodded, the smirk lingering. "I know you do."
For a moment, we stood there in silence, the rain creating a soothing backdrop. I felt the tension in his body gradually ease as he leaned into my embrace.
"My angel," he began, his voice soft and thoughtful. "When we're back home, I want to take you out on a date."
I turned my head to look at him, surprised and touched by his words. He took the cigarette from my lips, extinguished it against the balcony railing, and tossed it aside. Then, without another word, he turned and kissed me.
The kiss was gentle at first, but quickly deepened, filled with all the unspoken emotions and promises between us. The rain fell harder, but we didn't care, wrapped up in each other.
When we finally pulled apart, I rested my forehead against his, our breaths mingling in the cool, damp air. "I’d like that," I whispered, my heart full. "I’d like that a lot."
