A/N: This happens directly after Haeguem; if you have not watched the MV, please do, or this will not be easily understandable. Enjoy!
A week after that disastrous night, Agust D sat in his dimly lit apartment, staring blankly at the goldfish bowl, the silence pressing around him. A sudden, sharp knock on the door shattered the oppressive silence. He arched an eyebrow, rising slowly to answer, a sense of foreboding settling in his gut.
The same law enforcer from the previous week stood there, a smug smirk playing on his lips. Agust D's fingers itched to wipe it off. "You're coming with me, my angel," the officer said, his voice dripping with condescension. The word 'angel' ignited a dangerous rage within Agust D, mingled with an unidentifiable, suppressed emotion.
Without hesitation, he grabbed the officer by the collar, pressing his red chopsticks against the man's throat and pinning him to the wall. "Don't ever call me that," he snarled, their faces mere inches apart.
The officer's smirk didn't falter. "Sure, but that doesn't change the fact that you're coming with me."
"Where?"
"To my place. The judge ruled you must dismantle your mafia empire and live with me for a year," he stated, the absurdity of it all almost laughable.
Agust D's mind reeled. The sheer ridiculousness of the situation was beyond belief. "I'll wait until midnight for you to pack. Take whatever you need," the officer said, stepping back.
Agust D turned back inside, the policeman trailing behind. He packed quickly, trying to ignore the officer's presence. The lawman leaned against the doorframe, watching silently, his gaze never leaving Agust D.
Half an hour later, Agust D zipped up his duffel bag and shot the officer a lethal glare. "I'm done."
They stepped into the frigid, wintry night and headed to the officer's car. The drive was swift, exhaustion pulling Agust D into a restless sleep. He awoke to the officer's hand on his upper thigh, igniting a dangerous desire within him. Clenching his fists, he struggled to remain composed.
"Are you okay?" the officer asked, his voice a mockery of concern.
"Yeah," Agust D replied, trying to calm himself. He opened the window, letting the biting cold air cool his raging nerves.
"We're here," the officer announced, guiding him into a quiet, eerie lobby. They took the elevator up to the seventh floor. Agust D watched the officer fumble with his keys before finally shoving the door open.
The apartment was modest, the low hum of the fridge was the only sound. "This is your place? Quaint," Agust D remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The officer shot him a mock glare. "Let's get your stuff settled. The bathroom's next to my room at the end of the hall. Our room is here," he said, leading Agust D to a small, sparsely furnished room with a bed, a dresser, and a window overlooking the fire escape.
"Let me know if you need anything. The Wi-Fi password is on the fridge," he said, giving Agust D space.
Agust D nodded, heading to the bathroom. "I'll take a shower."
"Sure. Want dinner after?"
"No, I already ate," Agust D replied, closing the door.
Suga sat alone in the living room, his mind racing. Agust D was showering in his bathroom, without him. The thought clawed at his sanity. He wanted Agust D badly but did Agust D feel the same? A wave of possessiveness washed over him, an intense need to protect Agust D at all costs. Shaking his head, he tried to distract himself by making dinner and flicking through channels, but nothing held his interest. His thoughts kept drifting back to Agust D, to the fury in his eyes when he called him 'angel.' Was it genuine rage or a façade?
Suga finished his meal and pulled on an oversized hoodie and basketball shorts. Running a hand through his hair, he traced the scar Agust D had given him two years ago. When he returned to their room, he found Agust D asleep in his spot. Instead of feeling anger, a dark, twisted smile crossed his lips. As he lay down beside Agust D, Agust D's eyes snapped open. In one swift, practised motion, Agust D was on top of him, handcuffing him.
"Where did you get those?" Suga asked, his voice low.
"Your drawer," Agust D replied brusquely, a tantalising smirk playing on his lips. He leaned in, and their lips collided in a fervent, violent kiss. Suga's mind turned to mush, desire flooding through him as their tongues clashed together. The kiss was a release of pent-up fury and longing, a chaotic blend of emotions.
When it ended, they were both breathless. Agust D's eyes, filled with need and dark intent, bore into Suga's. "I want to claim you as mine, but I already did," he murmured, trailing a finger down the scar on Suga's eye.
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The steam from the shower enveloped Agust D as he peeled off his clothes, the day's exhaustion sinking into his bones. He stepped under the scorching spray, letting it wash away the tension. The musky scent of the shampoo lingered, a subtle hint of sandalwood.
As he dried off and pulled on a fresh pair of sleep pants, the apartment felt different—charged with unspoken energy. He climbed into bed, the silence pressing in. When the door creaked open, he feigned sleep, feeling Suga's presence beside him. The room filled with a tense silence, broken only by their breathing.
Unable to pretend any longer, Agust D rolled over to face Suga. Their eyes locked, and the air crackled with unspoken emotions. He leaned closer, and Suga didn't pull away. Their kiss was a violent surge of pent-up energy, a tangle of dark, forbidden emotions given form.
When it ended, they were breathless. Suga's eyes widened in surprise, and a fierce possessiveness washed over Agust D. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind Suga's ear.
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Suga felt Agust D turn his back to him, but their bodies were still pressed together. During the night, Agust D shifted, resting his head on Suga's arm and wrapping an arm around his waist. Suga brushed away the hair covering the scar on Agust D's left eye. He looked like a fallen angel—perhaps the angel of death himself.
Suga kissed the tip of Agust D's nose, and Agust D held him tighter. A broken halo would suit him perfectly, Suga thought, as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his thoughts filled with Agust D.
