In a city that never sleeps and always rains, The Flaming Four are the reason for locked doors and untrusting eyes. They're a group of hitmen, infamous for deaths all around the city. It's the fear they stir up that starts a long war between them an...
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S E V E N 🎧▷ when i r.i.p. - labrinth "when they bitchin' on your name, you say, 'fuck you too'"
A loud knock came pounding at her door at eleven that morning. It was obnoxious and intruding and it did nothing but give her a headache and force her to bury her head deeper beneath her covers.
"Suki!"
She knew that voice. God, she knew it well. She groaned into her pillows. "Go away."
He in fact did not go away. There were never any pleasantries surrounding his nature as he threw open the door of her bedroom. He didn't ask if she was decent. Didn't ask if it was okay. He did what he wanted and when his temper detonated, it was often a big explosion.
"Wake up." Yoongi was at the side of her bed. She simply ignored him. He pulled the covers off of her and threw them to the foot of her bed.
Suki groaned once more. "Why must you always be a nuisance?!"
"Do you have any social awareness of the things happening around you? Better yet, the things you get yourself into?!"
Suki nearly rolled her eyes. It was far too early for Yoongi to suddenly become the member who acted like he gave a shit. It was way past him.
She rolled to turn around against the covers to meet Yoongi's icy stare with her own blank one. It seemed as if he'd been up for hours, already dressed as if he was going out, but it was evident in the way he looked a little deranged that he had probably left The Stack for a second, only to turn around to bother Suki with whatever it was he wanted.
"It's too early to be this angry." Suki grabbed Yoongi's hand and tugged him into her bed. "Come here."
"No." His voice was hard and set, but she used her strength to pull him down until he fell onto the softness of her duvet.
Suki pushed his shoulder until his back met her sheets, and then she did something insane and straddled his lap. This was not something you would laugh off and say, 'typical Suki!' at. She might've been The Temptress, who lured and seduced men all around her; might've been eager enough to seek out quick hook ups around Seoul to feed her desires—but she never made moves on The Flaming Four. She never would.
So despite the way Yoongi's pulse spiked up, he panicked and tried to push her off of him. "What are you—"
"Stop moving!" Suki's hands went to his face. She used her fingers to rid of the furrow in his brows and to shape his frown into a half-assed smile. "See? All better!"
He swatted her hands away and his face fell into a scowl again. "Get off."
She leaned down so their faces were close. There was no nervous pounding of hearts, no flashes of desire found in any pair of eyes. But still, she smirked to herself and said, "If you weren't so infuriating all the time, do you think we would've bit the bullet and fucked years ago?"
