Suga's POV
Night has fallen, and the house is enveloped in a deep, quiet darkness. The sound of rain has ceased, leaving behind a serene silence. Agust D and I lie in bed, our bodies entwined as we drift into sleep, comforted by each other's presence.
Suddenly, I stir, my breath quickening. I bolt upright, my eyes wide with panic. Agust D is instantly awake, sensing my distress.
"Suga?" he whispers, reaching out to touch my arm. "What's wrong?"
I look at him, my mind swirling with confusion and fear. "I... I don't know. I had a dream, or maybe a nightmare. It felt so real."
He sits up, wrapping his arms around me. "It's okay. I'm here. It was just a dream."
I take a deep breath, leaning into his embrace. "It was about the piano room. I was playing, but then the keys turned into... faces. The faces of Maybelle's family members. They were all staring at me, accusingly."
He holds me tighter, and I feel the comfort of his presence. "It was just a dream, Suga. Those memories, those faces... they can't hurt you. You're safe here with me."
I nod, but the haunted look in my eyes remains. "I know, but it felt so real. I can't shake it off."
He gently guides me back down to the bed, lying beside me and keeping me close. "Try to relax. Focus on my voice, my touch. You're safe."
I close my eyes, taking slow, deep breaths. "Thank you, Agust D. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You don't have to worry about that," he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."
We lie there in silence for a few moments, the only sound of our synchronized breathing. Gradually, I feel the tension in my body start to ease.
"Agust D," I murmur, my voice barely audible. "I think... I want to go back to the piano room tomorrow. I need to face it, to play again."
He nods, understanding my need for closure and peace. "We'll go together. You don't have to do it alone."
I sigh, a hint of a smile touching my lips. "Thank you. For everything."
"Always," he replies, holding me close. "Now try to get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day."
As I look into his eyes, a surge of emotion overcomes me. His vulnerability, his strength—it draws me to him in a way that words can't fully capture. Leaning in, I press my lips to his, a gentle kiss that conveys all the love and reassurance I feel.
Agust D responds, his kiss deepening as he pulls me closer. The connection between us grows more intense, a silent communication of need and desire. Our hands roam, exploring familiar contours, seeking comfort and closeness.
In the quiet of the night, our kisses grow more passionate, a shared urgency driving us. We lose ourselves in each other, the world outside fading away. It's just us, our bodies moving in sync, the heat of the moment enveloping us.
Every touch, every caress, is a promise—of love, of support, of unwavering commitment. As we make love, the fears and anxieties of the day seem to melt away, replaced by the certainty of our bond.
Afterward, we lie tangled in each other’s arms, our breaths mingling in the stillness. The intimacy we've shared leaves us both feeling more connected, more at peace.
Agust D's pov
The next morning, I woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. I turned my head and saw Suga lying beside me, his face relaxed and peaceful in sleep. My heart swelled with an emotion I couldn’t quite name but knew all too well—love, contentment, and a touch of disbelief that he was here with me.
I reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, my fingers lingering on his skin. He stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine. There was a moment of silence as we just looked at each other, the events of the night still fresh in our minds.
"Morning," I whispered, a sleepy smile tugging at my lips.
"Morning," he replied, his voice was soft.
We lay there for a while longer, holding each other as the morning light began to filter through the curtains. But eventually, we knew we had to get up and face the day. We dressed quietly, the sense of calm from the night before lingering in the air.
Downstairs, we found Maybelle and Zarina in the kitchen. Maybelle was preparing breakfast, and Zarina was sitting at the table, her eyes bright with curiosity.
Maybelle looked up as we entered, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Good morning, you two. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, thank you," Suga said, his voice steady. He glanced at me, and I gave a small nod, ready to share our decision.
"Maybelle, Zarina," I began, my tone gentle but firm, "we need to tell you something. Suga and I have decided it's time for us to leave."
Maybelle paused, her hands stilling on the counter. "You're leaving?" she asked, her voice tinged with surprise and a hint of sadness.
Suga stepped forward, his expression earnest. "We appreciate everything you've done for us, and we'll always be grateful for your hospitality. But we need to move on, to continue our journey together."
Zarina looked up, her eyes wide with understanding. "Will we see you again?" she asked, her voice small.
I crouched down to her level, giving her a reassuring smile. "Of course, Zarina. We’ll keep in touch. And who knows? Maybe our paths will cross again sooner than you think."
Maybelle nodded slowly, a wistful smile on her face. "I understand. You both have your own paths to follow. Just know that you're always welcome here, whenever you need a place to stay."
"Thank you," Suga said, his voice filled with gratitude. "That means a lot to us."
We shared a final breakfast together, the atmosphere a mix of melancholy and hope. As we prepared to leave, Maybelle handed us a small package. "Some provisions for your journey," she said with a wink. "Take care of each other."
With heartfelt goodbyes and promises to stay in touch, we stepped out into the fresh morning air. The road ahead was uncertain, but with Suga by my side, I felt ready to face whatever challenges came our way.
Hand in hand, we drove away from the house, the memories of our time there a cherished part of our journey. Together, we would continue to find our way, guided by the love and support we had found in each other and in the people we met along the way.
Suga's POV
We step into our apartment, the familiar surroundings bringing a sense of relief after everything we've been through. The door barely clicks shut behind us when I turn to face Agust D, my heart pounding in my chest.
Before I can say anything, he steps closer, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. Without a word, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss.
The world outside fades away as I lose myself in him. His lips are insistent, demanding, and I respond with equal fervor. My hands find their way to his hair, tugging gently as I press closer, needing to feel every part of him.
We stumble further into the apartment, our movements desperate and uncoordinated. My back hits the wall, but I barely notice, too focused on the way his hands roam my body, exploring, claiming.
This time, the kiss is softer, filled with a tenderness that makes my heart ache. His hands cup my face, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks as if to reassure me that he's here, that we're together.
I feel a sense of peace wash over me. With Agust D by my side, I know I can face anything. We continue to kiss, our touches growing more urgent as we move toward the bedroom, shedding our clothes along the way.
By the time we reach the bed, we're both breathless, our bodies entwined in a dance of need and desire. We make love with an intensity born of everything we've been through, every touch and caress a promise of support and unwavering love.
