BTS SMERALDO THE NOTES 1 (Edited & Translated)

Yoongi: 7 April Year 22

What to Look for When Lost
Part 3

I stopped the moment I heard that piano. Whoever  was playing it was quite clumsy. A drum in the middle of the construction site held a fire, its flames crackling in the dead of night.

I had played that same song quite a few times within the last few days. I hadn't thought much of it until now. I stumbled along, quite carelessly, drunk. My eyes drooped as I staggered along in my stupor. The piano, the warm fire and teh alcohol helped everything else become a haze.

But it was all shortlasting when a car hooted loudly, snapping me back harshly into the present. The dazzling headlights. The wind that brushed my face as the car barely swerved away from me. THe after effects of the fright added in with the alcohol made me ridiculously giddy.

The driver cursed. I was about to throw a few wordss back at him when I paused, saddened by the fact that the piano had stopped. The cars still whizzed by, the fire crackled and the wind still brushed past me.

Why did they stop playing? In fact, who was even playing?

A flame leaped out of the drum with a crack and licked the dark sky. It fell to the ground, a midnight black ash.

I looked down at the dead flame blankly. My face flushed from the heat of the fire.

Bang

I swiveled myself around to look for the source of the noise. It sounded like someone had slammed their hands down on a piano. Hard.

My body shook with adrenaline. I knew what that sound was. I knew how much fear it had put in me as a small child. I could never forget that nightmare. The sound I'd just heard was exactly what I heard in that nightmare. Over and over again.

Before I could process what my body was doing, my feet were pounding as I ran to the music shop. It felt as if I'd done this many times before. I couldn't place my finger on exactly what I was feeling, but I knew for sure that the desperation I felt was equal to forgetting something priceless.

The music shop's window was broken. Someone was sitting on a seat by the piano.

I knew who was sitting there. Very clearly, surprisingly, even though it'd been a few years.

I turned away.

I didn't want to get involved in someone else's life again. I had no interest in consoling lonely people. I didn't want to be important to anyone.

There was no way I could protect that person until the end. Hell, I wasn't even confident enough to stay with someone until the end, even.

I didn't want to hurt that someone. I didn't want to get hurt.

It's hard to save myself when that last moment tries to creep up on me. Saving someone else as well? No way.

As I started to walk away, I told myself to not look back. But, instead, I turned around and went straight up to the piano.

"You played this note wrong, again, you know," I said, pressing down on the correct note.

Jungkook looked up at me, his eyes wide with surprise.

It was the first time we'd seen each other since I'd dropped out of high school.

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