"Ohho I can't find my phone. Can one of you ring it?"
"Again? How irresponsible," Suga says as he unlocks his phone to give you a ring.
"Shut up, okay," you chortle without looking at him. He's in the same seat as you, both of you are at opposite windows.
You rummage inside the infinite depths of your backpack. Organization isn't your forte. You, Suga and Rhea are traveling from Seoul to Daegu in a roomy Mercedes van with Mr Kim at the wheel. Both of you are dressed simply, you in a beige sweater and thick black pants, and him in a black sweatshirt and cargo pants. He's got his baseball cap and mask ready to wear for when you all step out. This time, you've got yourself a mask and a bucket hat too. Privacy is everything. Rhea is all colors in a red sweater and a yellow cap.
It's wonderfully snowy outside. The streets looked so pretty that you wanted to take a photo, but your phone was missing. You're scared you might have left it back in your room.
"It's ringing!" Rhea, who's sitting across from you says.
"Yeah, but where?" You look into your bag helplessly. It's somewhere close.
"Rude Guy?" Suga has your phone in his hands and is eyeing his caller id.
Oops. You snatch it from him.
"That was my first impression of you," you answer defensively.
"Daebak! And I agreed to play the guitar for you despite being so tired."
"Oh please, I'm sure your manager talked you into it!"
"Does she always argue like this?" Suga asks Rhea in mock exasperation.
She nods. "Yes. And she is very clumsy too."
So they're going to gang up on you. You shake your head in disapproval.
"Clumsy?" Suga asks.
"Careless. Messy," Rhea explains with the air of a scholar.
"I'm not clumsy! And that is not what clumsy means!" you protest.
Suga laughs and exchanges a high five with Rhea.
"I'm not talking to you both. That's it."
"Not talking? What are you - twelve?"
You suddenly look at him full in the face. There it is again. He isn't smiling exactly. But you can swear he's having fun in the purest way.
"What is your deal, Suga?"
He doesn't answer.
Snow city gives way to a sparsely populated hillside as you all race away on the expressway to Daegu. Traveling makes your heart race. Suga watches a natural smile light up your face as you take in the view outside the window. You smile all the time, but he's still learning to identify when it's real. When it truly comes from your heart. He was scared that asking you to come along with him would have creeped you out, but thankfully it seems to be going well. It was impulsive really. He tells himself he did it only out of concern for his fan - and a fellow artist who's virtually a stranger in the country.
Yeah.
It felt like a good decision now. That constant feeling of being watched - it bothered him a lot less in your presence.
He notices that Rhea's falling asleep right when you do.
"Oi," you say softly, catching Rhea's little head as it lolls onto the window. You nudge her into lying down on the seat.
"Here," Suga leans towards you - you recoil - and reaches behind you to fetch a blanket. You make eye contact for the briefest second before he moves away. You can smell his shampoo - it's unexpectedly fruity. You put the blanket on Rhea, covering her from toe to chin.
When you sit back, you're sitting closer to him than before.
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Pop Star || Yoongi x Reader
Fanfiction[Short Chapters] Being a pop star means you've got to be on your best behaviour at all times. But what happens when you end up dissing Kpop in front of the biggest Kpop stars in history? Suga thinks you're fickle when he first meets you - though it...
