It's never too late

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Shocked was an understatement for what a certain wide eyed boy went through when he felt the heat filled atmosphere from miles off, when he smelt the burning from around the corner and when he finally saw the jet black night sky filled with a glowing amber and fizzing curls of soot.

Choking on his breath, Taehyung just about managed to pull the Bentley over.

Sirens were wailing and red tape was plastered in a mile's circumference around what was once Suga's mansion, what was once the home of an orphan who never found comfort in anyone other than his pale skinned hyung.

A small unidentified crowd of people were watching the burning and taking videos on their phones, including journalists reporting to their respective stations for what would make tomorrow's headlines.

But no one was crying.

No one was screaming in pain.

If anything, it was a surprise out for giddy night tourists in Incheon.

Some fire fighters were battling with flames to get inside the mansion, disappearing only to return empty handed, but faces filled with grime and shaking their heads, signalling there was no one inside worth saving.

But to get further into the mansion, the fire fighters had to bring out a certain grand piano blocking the entrance. It was half burnt with lonely smoke trailing off into the sky. It was the only thing they could save, it was the only remaining piece of a dead heart and the only surviving proof that a boy named Yoongi actually existed.

A boy's heavy footsteps turned into a heart throbbing run as he ignored the shouting around him and the police officers telling him to stop.

Tears rolled down his face in thick droplets, "HYUNG! S-SUGA HYUNG!"

Voices stopped at the sound as heads turned to the lone howl of someone who finally cared.

Two officers turned to each other and nodded brusquely before pushing him back by the shoulders, one on each.

"Let go of me! Let me see him! YOONGI HYUNG JEHBAL! Come out, p-please! I need you!" Taehyung cried, realising there were no signs of stretchers or ambulance vans. He realised there was nothing left to save.

Thinking back to the last time Suga placed a cold hand around his tanned cheek, cupping his chin and staring deep into his eyes, Taehyung's whole body trembled with grief. His eyes focused on the burning house, the residence which they both once used to stride around in, the house which held their laughter and happy moments.

The house which they turned into a home.

"That's not how you play the keys, you caress them Taehyung."

"I can't do this, I hate the piano!"

"You can't hate my first love Tae."

"Hyung, it's hard."

"Nothing in life is easy."

"I'll tell you what, you play the piano and I'll fall asleep. I prefer your fingers playing anyway."

Suga smiled as Taehyung reciprocated a goofy grin.

"Why do I listen to you."

"Because you love me."

And Suga didn't deny it. His silence was the greatest truth.

Too immersed in his heart break and devastating memories, Taehyung didn't realise the officers holding him back had pushed his face down on their bonnet until he felt heat rush to his cheek.

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