'Daichi adjusts the guitar in his hands, angling his body so he won't bump Suga with it, and starts to play. “Sing,” he says, and a moment later, Suga does.
His voice is everything Daichi loves about these evenings. Warm and soft and a little raspy. The breeze that glides over his skin and the pebbles that catch in the soles of his shoes. Daichi tries to listen to the words, but all he really catches is the rise and fall of the voice, the way Suga's lips move and his eyes fall on Daichi's hands as he plays.'
Daichi loves making music. But it will never be his life, not after he graduates from university and leaves behind the years he spent playing his guitar to pursue his accounting degree, his desk job, the dull acoustics of computer keys.
This is what he thinks, until Suga steps into his world and adds a voice to his songs and a new light to everything he sees.
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19 Oct 2018