unafraid [bts x you]

ix. piano and cars

I wobbled up the steps, moving my only working foot up first before hopping up to meet it with the crutch, scowling while I mentally cussed out Suga for ever being alive. That motherfucker.

"You piece of shit," I hissed through my teeth, mentally preparing myself for another flight of stairs, "Piece of shit."

It was the second day of going from member to member so I could have something to do and RM had placed me with Suga for today, and instead of waiting for me like he should have after breakfast, he left and told me to stay out of the fourth floor. Specifically, he said: Don't even fucking think about going to the fourth floor or I'll blow your fucking brains out.

Jungkook let me use his key to go up the stairs, and even though I preferred to use the elevator, Suga had locked those down as soon as he left.

That bastard.

I panted as I finally reached the fourth-floor entrance, hastily shoving in the keys to open it up.

"Min Yoon-gi... Suga... Agust D," I mocked, putting the keys back around my neck so I wouldn't lose them, "I hope you break your leg, I'll make sure it stays that way."

I was getting pretty familiar now with the main building. The first floor was basically the entrance from the warehouse and gateway to the garages, the second floor were some spare rooms that Jimin mostly used for inventory that wasn't as important or illegal, the third floor was where I stayed –and had nothing else really—, and the fourth-floor had the conference room that also served as RM's office. In the same hallway that led to the conference room were their bedrooms. There was an extra-large room between Jin's room and the office and that's where I was guessing Suga was, since I doubted he was working in his bedroom. I called that the lounge, but V called it the break-room and I had no choice but to call it that out loud after he tried tripping me for using 'lounge' instead.

Luckily, no one was on the fourth-floor besides us two since everyone else was either on the first floor or over at the warehouse. I hadn't stepped foot in there ever since Jin walked me out and I was kind glad, since it seemed a lot more gruesome compared to the actual BigHit building.

The lounge was open. At least, that's what I guessed since the door wasn't shut. It was cracked open just a bit, just enough for me to notice that the lights were off. I took a peek to see if I could catch sight of that irritating bleached blonde.

I stepped inside when I realized no one was inside and felt along the wall for a switch, turning on the lights. I blinked as my eyes adjusted. I'd never been inside the lounge either.

There was a giant, white, expensive looking piano off in a corner to the left of the doorway and a few couches lined up against the wall in front of me, leather and practically new. A giant TV and several gaming systems complimented the decor and I felt myself compelled to start limping towards the piano's bench, fingers itching to reach and hear one of the keys. I played when I was little. I played for years after my parents stopped paying for lessons. I hadn't touched one in so long.

Of course, I couldn't very well hit the pedals with my feet, but I didn't think I needed them anyways if I was just going to play a little. I let the crutches settle on the floor and cracked my fingers, excited.

Did I still remember how to play an entire song?

"Okay, it started off with a G minor..." I mumbled, setting my fingers down, the low tone suddenly flooding me with the reaction to go on to the next note. I grinned and shifted upwards.

All the anger I had just melted away once I started to let my hands move on their own; I felt myself loosen up when the muscle memory kicked in and the song came back on its own. Unconsciously, I tapped my foot when needed but kept it off the pedal. I was halfway into the piece, so engrossed with the melody that I hadn't noticed when Suga stepped into the doorway, beyond pissed at the fact that I was touching his piano.