Suga had to physically drag you up the stairs. You fought him every step of the way, trying to run back to Jungkook. But he simply grabbed your wrists, jerked you off-balance, and scooped you up into his arms. He carried you down the hall, flicked open the door, and dropped you unceremoniously onto the little couch in his office. He went back over to the door, fiddled with something for a minute as you sucked in deep breaths. Sauntered back over to you. Your shoulders heaved as you glared up at him. He looked down at you, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Don't fucking talk to me right now, Yoongi." You stood up and went over to the door, tried to open it. He had locked it. With his key. You whipped a glare back at him over your shoulder, yelping in surprise and a little bit of fear at how close he was. "W-Why did you do that?" Suga's chest was a mere inch from your own, his larger frame crowding you back against the wall beside the door.
He reached up and traced the curve of your jaw with his finger. Coated with Jungkook's sticky, drying blood. You clapped a hand to your lips as you held back bile, closing your eyes tightly for a moment. You wanted water. Something to drink. Needed to rush to the assassin's side, make sure he was okay. You opened your eyes and snarled up at the Boss. "What the fuck, Suga?"
"He needed to be seen getting punished," Suga replied calmly. The way he looked at you was...different. As if he was trying to explain something. But you frowned at his words, opening your mouth to reply. His blood-soaked hand draped over your lips, and he spoke. "He needed. To be seen. Getting punished." The mafioso repeated.
The hot, bitter tang of iron and copper stung your nose from the blood on his hand. You breathed through your mouth. Not any better. You swallowed down your nausea and shook your head. Jungkook's quickly-blood smeared against your lips at the motion. "Listen to me, Kitten," Yoongi's voice was low, urgent. Desperate. "He needed to be seen getting punished. Publicly. In front of everyone."
There are some...things I have to do for the Family, Lucky.
That's what the assassin had said. Yoongi's dark eyes looked deep into your own, something in them begging, pleading for you to accept what he said, to not question him. To trust him. After what you had just seen...He stabbed his brother. His friend! Jungkook. Suga removed his hand from your lips and tongued the inside of his cheek, the pressure of his eyes on you almost physical. You felt the question inside of them. Knew that Yoongi was asking for a huge, giant, enormous leap of faith here.
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...You didn't know if you could give it to him.
"Is..." You swallowed hard and shook your head, tilting your head back against the wall. It was still dark outside. Cold. Fitting. You felt the same way. Inside. "Is he going to be okay?" A first step towards trusting him. Taking him at his word. Yoongi flashed you a grateful smile -- one that actually reached his eyes -- and nodded definitively.
