Bangchan || Blood & Music

Bangchan and you had been married for 3 years, he was a music producer, he was creative and brilliant at the time you fell in love with him, his beautiful smile and those bright eyes full of promise, goals, and creativity. But things had changed in recent months. He'd been experiencing a lot of creative problems that frustrated him and affected his work performance, so things weren't going as well as before. Chan would often come home tired, sit down at the piano in his living room with a glass of whiskey, and spend hours without playing anything, just drinking. Tonight you heard him playing, but it was a heavy melody, as if his fingers were pounding, not touching, the piano, over and over again. You stepped through the doorway and he began to pound the keys violently; a thunderous sound echoed through the room. You stood stunned in the doorway. His gaze was wild and furious. He grabbed the glass of whiskey and took a swig, becoming even more enraged, and hurled it to the floor, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "Go away, my love, I don't want you to see me like this..." she said with red, teary eyes where they should have been white. "It's useless... There's nothing in my head, the creativity is gone, it's over... It's over for me..." She murmured in a pained tone as tears began to run down her raw and heartbreaking cheeks, her hands pounding on the music stand, first soft blows, then more violent ones.