(This chapter was previously titled Pay Back)
You continue talking to yourself.
"You might be alone right now, but people love you, Y/N. You know that right?"
You stop eating and stare at the ceiling. The yellow paint is chipped in places. It's okay, really. You've been at this for ten years now. Meeting more people in a year than most people do in ten, and yet, at the end of the day, it's just you all alone.
And it's fine. You think that it's too much to ask someone to wait for you considering that you're never in one place for long.
But still.
The noise of the crowd is faint here, so you're startled when a few shrieking female voices pierce your tranquility. You wonder if you ought to go out and check.
Bleh. There's the security provided by HYBE outside your door in case anything does happen. You take the entire chocolate cake in your lap. "Yeah, this is happiness. You belong to me."
Someone bangs your door. You frown, keeping the cake aside. It must be Seyeon. The banging resumes. "Coming, coming!" You get a strange feeling that it probably isn't Seyeon.
Sure enough, it isn't. Instead, you face a guy in a black mask and bowler hat, silver-blonde hair sticking out from the sides.
"Can you help me?" he asks. And then he adds a few phrases in Korean, looking at the security personnel earnestly.
That voice. Wait.
He's got a crew ID hanging around his neck. You squint your eyes at him.
Yep, it's definitely him.
One of the security members speaks to you, "he insisted that he know you? He - he wants you to -" he stops to confirm something in Korean. "Ma'am, he wants you to hide him in your room."
The respect with which he just addressed him - the security guy recognized him too, you guess. You read the name tag on him and request, "Mr Kim, can you please translate for me?"
He nods. You face the guy as you speak, "Oh I'm sorry, but I think Kpop is plastic and fake. So it would really go against my principles to help a Kpop idol, you know."
Mr Kim translates your retort in a rather robotic voice. Suga glares at you. You smirk with satisfaction.
"You owe me," he says quietly, "from the airport."
That wipes the smirk off your face.
A squeal from the end of the corridor draws your attention. "I think he went that way!" You don't see the owner of the voice but you guess they must be around the corner.
"Get in." You step aside to let him in, shutting the door behind you.
You watch him look around, unable to fathom his expression. So that's his thing. A poker face. Yours is your smile. Default expressions, like auto-generated replies. You smile even when you don't feel like it.
Outside, you hear loud exclamations of a few girls and what sounds like Mr Kim trying to tell them off in order to get them to leave.
Inside, Suga's eyes finally come to rest on you, asking for direction.
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