Suga's pov
As Agust D meticulously tends to the wound on my arm, his touch gentle yet purposeful, the room seems to hold its breath, as if waiting for the weight of his words to settle upon us. With each swipe of the antiseptic-soaked cotton, a sharp sting shoots through me, but I remain still, trusting him implicitly to care for me in my moment of vulnerability.
Amid the quiet intimacy that envelops us, Agust D takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with a weight I could almost feel tangibly in the air. "Suga," he begins, his voice carrying a gravity that makes my heart skip a beat. "There's something I need to tell you."
I turn my gaze to meet his, the concern evident in my eyes as I nod. "What is it?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes hold mine with unwavering resolve as he speaks, his words carrying a weight that seems to settle in the pit of my stomach. "I wasn't always Agust D," he confesses, his fingers tracing the edges of the bandage on my arm with a tenderness that belies the harshness of his story. 'There was a time when I was just another lost soul, trapped in a world of darkness.'
The revelation hangs heavy in the air, a truth so profound that it seems to alter the very fabric of our reality. Agust D's words echo in the silence, each syllable carrying the weight of a lifetime of secrets.
I listen intently, my heart pounding in my chest, as he speaks of a past marked by pain and violence. But it was when he revealed the truth about his adoptive father that my breath caught in my throat.
"He used to rape me, Jiwoo, who was my adoptive sister, and his real daughter, Suga," Agust D admits, his eyes reflecting the pain of years gone by. "And when we were seventeen, we made a choice. A choice to take control of our own destiny."
The words hang in the air like a heavy shroud, the weight of his confession settling over us like a suffocating blanket. And yet, despite the gravity of his words, there is something else in his eyes—a steely resolve, a determination to rise above the darkness that has consumed his past.
"We killed him," Agust D continues, his voice barely above a whisper. "Jiwoo and I. We took over his empire and his legacy. And we made it our own."
The enormity of his revelation washes over me, a tidal wave of emotion crashing against the walls of my consciousness. Agust D, the man I came to know and love, had been forged in the crucible of violence and betrayal.
I take him in my uninjured arm, his head hidden in my chest, as he cries his heart out.
Agust D pov
A week later, after Suga left, I received a call from Jiwoo.
Agust D: Jiwoo? Is that you?
Jiwoo: [excitedly] Hey, D! Long time, no talk.
Agust D: Yeah, it's been a while. How have you been?
Jiwoo: Busy, as usual. You know how it is running the empire.
Agust D: [Chuckles] Yeah, I can imagine. How are things on your end?
Jiwoo: Oh, you know, the usual. Dealing with rival gangs, keeping the peace, all that fun stuff.
Agust D: Sounds like a handful. But knowing you, you're handling it like a pro.
Jiwoo: [Laughs] Thanks, D. So, what's been keeping you busy lately? Still living the domestic life with Suga?
Agust D: [Smirks] You could say that. But it's been good. Different, but good.
Jiwoo: I'm glad to hear that. Suga's a lucky guy to have you looking after him.
