Yoongi: 7 April Year 22

I stopped in my tracks at the sound of clumsy piano playing. On this late night, you could hear the sound of fire erupting from an empty barrel left behind by someone in the middle of an empty construction site. I recognized that it was the song I played earlier, but how could that be, I thought. My drunk footsteps staggered on. I closed my eyes and deliberately walked more clumsily. The sound of the piano, the late night air, and my intoxication started to fade as the smoke spewing from the fire grew strong.

 

As I opened my eyes to the sudden sound of a horn, a car flew by narrowly missing me. I staggered helplessly in my drunken state from the blinding headlights and the force of wind originating from the car. I heard the sound of the driver spitting curse words. I stopped and planned on cursing back for a bit when I realized I couldn't hear the sound of the piano anymore. In the sounds of the blazing fire, blowing wind, and echoing sound of a car being abandoned, I surely couldn't hear the sound of the piano. It's like they stopped playing. Why would they stop? Who was playing the piano? 

 

Dust gushed into the darkness from the barrel with a thumping sound. I stared at that image for a while. I hoisted my face in the heat. It was then that I heard a fist slamming down on the piano keys. I instinctively turned around. In that instant, my blood rushed as my breathing became erratic. A nightmare from my childhood. It was like it came from there. 

 

In the next moment, I was running. Against my will, my body naturally ran toward the music store. For some reason, it feels like this moment has been repeated countless times. I don't know what it was, but I felt like I was forgetting something urgent. 

 

The music store with the broken glass. Someone was sitting in front of the piano. Even though some years have passed, I could recognize him instantly. I cried while squeezing my fist. I didn't want to be involved in anyone else’s life. I didn't want to console anyone's loneliness. I didn't want to be a meaningful person to anyone. I didn't think I was capable of protecting that person. I didn’t have the confidence to be next to him until the end. I didn’t want to hurt. I didn’t want to be hurt.

 

I moved my feet slowly. I wanted to turn around and leave, but I approached without realizing it. And then I pressed the wrong note. Jungkook lifted his head and looked at me. “Yoongi.” It was the first time seeing him since I stopped going to high school.

 

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