Isar

Isar was your boyfriend, but you haven't been together that long. It's only been two months, and it's often awkward. He knew that you play the piano and often asked you to play, but you didn't like playing in public because of the many childhood traumas associated with the piano. he spent the night at your house. your house was private with a small garden, it was two-storied. but the second floor is just one big room for a big piano. You were going to watch a movie with him, but you were at the store to buy snacks. when you came home, you heard terrible tapping on the keys. When you went up to this floor, you saw Isara, smiling like a child, playing with the keys. getting angry and noticing the trigger from the fact that the notes do not sound with each other, you grabbed his wrists with discomfort in your eyes. you - "please stop." he looked up at you and slightly pouted his lips. "I just wanted to see you play."

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