Agust D scarcely dared to believe that they had kissed the night before when he woke up and found himself alone in bed.
He yawned, brushing his fingers through his hair as he got out of bed, his mind replaying the events of the previous night like a broken record.
Still without a shirt, he exited the room and entered the kitchen. Just as he was about to open the refrigerator, his attention was drawn to a letter instead of the expected Wi-Fi password.
We have him; come with the sum we want if you have the courage. But act quickly—his time is running short.
He smelled the note, the scent of blood and metal assaulting his senses. Panic surged through him, his heart pounding as he cursed under his breath, crushing the note in his fist. He hurriedly grabbed the keys to the same car that had brought him here the previous evening.
Pulling on a pair of jeans, the familiar scent of Suga clinging to them, he rushed to the lift, silently urging it to move faster. When the lift doors finally opened, his insides twisted like snakes, a storm of dread and determination churning within him.
The abandoned warehouse stretched out before him, a fortress of shadows and whispers, a labyrinth of danger that threatened to consume him whole. But amidst the darkness, there was a beacon of light—a promise he had made to himself, to Suga, that he would stop at nothing to save him.
Every step he took echoed like a thunderclap in the silence, the weight of the mission pressing down on him like a leaden cloak. But he pushed forward, fueled by a fierce determination and a burning need to see Suga safe once more.
Inside, the air was heavy with the stench of fear and desperation, and the sounds of his enemies' voices were a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked around every corner. But Agust D moved with the stealth of a predator, his senses honed and alert, and his mind focused on one singular purpose—to find Suga and bring him back to safety.
And then he saw them—Suga's captors, their faces twisted with malice as they revelled in their cruelty. Anger surged through him like a wildfire, burning away his fear and doubt with a searing intensity.
With a silent vow to protect Suga at all costs, Agust D moved with swift and deadly precision, striking down his enemies with the force of a hurricane. Their screams were drowned out by the pounding of his heart and the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he fought with all the fury a man possessed.
But amidst the chaos and the violence, there was only one thought that consumed his mind, only one purpose that drove him forward—to reach Suga, to free him from the clutches of those who sought to harm him.
And then, at long last, he found him—bound and bloodied, but alive. Relief flooded through Agust D like a tidal wave as he rushed to Suga's side, his hands trembling as he untied the ropes that bound him.
Suga looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and awe. "You came for me," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Agust D nodded, his gaze never leaving Suga's. "I'll always come for you," he vowed, his words a solemn promise etched in the depths of his soul.
"Please hold on tightly," he murmured, his tone measured and composed as he gathered Suga into his arms.
Without hesitation, Suga emitted a startled gasp and promptly enveloped Agust D in a firm embrace, his arms encircling his neck with a sense of urgency. Agust D cradled him securely against his chest, feeling the rhythm of Suga's heartbeat pulsating against his own.
With deliberate and assured steps, Agust D carried Suga out of the warehouse, the weight of his presence in his arms assuming the solemnity of a responsibility rather than a mere burden. It was a duty incumbent upon him—a solemn vow he had undertaken to safeguard Suga's well-being and provide the necessary assistance.
"You are not permitted to depart," Agust D asserted firmly, setting Suga down with care on the bed before proceeding to the kitchen.
Upon his return, he bore breakfast, pain medication, and the requisite medical supplies, disregarding Suga's protestations of not requiring sustenance.
"Shut up," Agust D stated tersely, already delving into the first aid kit.
"Your strength necessitates replenishment."
A fleeting smile graced Suga's countenance in response, and Agust D felt a surge of protective instinct course through him.
"Here," he offered. "Let me take a look at that."
After a moment's hesitation, Suga assented, granting Agust D leave to cleanse the injury with meticulous precision.
"It is not too deep," Agust D offered reassurance. "A bandage will be enough." With a methodical touch, he applied the requisite sterile pad and gauze, securing it in place with medical tape.
"It's done," he murmured. Turning to their repast, he instructed, "If you would be so kind as to open your mouth." There was a trace of amusement in his tone as he conveyed a portion of pancakes to Suga.
Suga acquiesced, allowing Agust D to delicately place the sustenance within. As Suga chewed deliberately, Agust D observed his consumption with a sense of satisfaction. "Is the experience tolerable?" he queried, a faint smile adorning his features.
Suga shook his head, a semblance of a smile mirroring Agust D's own.
They partook of the meal in companionable silence, the gentle sounds of their repast filling the room with an air of tranquillity. Upon completion, Suga requested Agust D's assistance in tending to the balcony's flora. Agust D acceded to his request, departing with an assurance to heed his summons without delay.
A/N: I hope you enjoy my novel and forgive me for any mistakes. Thanks for reading
