Guns & Tangerine || MYG 🔞

Chapter 16

Park Gyul's Point of View

It was like the first few moments I shared with him when I only knew of the uniquely named man, Suga, who was the light to the darkness of the streets when I was chased.

He was dressed in a black shirt tucked in his black jeans. He wore a belt that cinched his waist and tied his hair in a small bun.

To be specific, we were back in the apartment complex in his own unit, which was actually my first time to have entered.

The walls were painted white, but the furniture was all black or gray.

"I'm Suga," he introduced himself, and I found that funny. Nevertheless, I did not interrupt whatever was in his mind and let him proceed as planned.

"I live here in this apartment complex that I own. The noodle shop beneath this is also mine. I work there almost daily, too, even if I don't have to."

"I know," I finally said, sitting on the couch. I crossed my arms and looked at him. "I know Suga. But I don't know who Yoongi is."

"I know. But Suga is a part of Yoongi, so listen to me first."

I chuckled. "Fine, fine."

He cleared his throat, still in character. It was just the beginning of whatever self-introductory scheme he had planned, and I was already into it. I love how invested he was and how immersed he was with this.

"Suga, you could say, is the kind and generous boy next door. There's nothing much about him that I can further explain, but still, it's a great way to start."

"Mmm-hmmm. So now what?" I asked.

"I know he is the one you like, Gyul." He smiled. "And that's okay. He likes you too."

I burst out a laugh, highly entertained by his show. "Are you saying you liked me even before?"

He shrugged, but I still took that as a yes because I knew he was shy. He was avoiding my eyes while he bit his lip. "Well, uh, you were interesting."

"Interesting?" I repeated, mocking him.

"Oh, shut up." He made a face of disapproval, scrunching his nose and furrowing his brows, but I found that cute of him.

"But I was wondering why you stay here when you have the mansion anyway?" I changed the topic, not wanting to set off his mood.

"Convenience. It's nearer the city proper, and I get tired from work here, so instead of returning to the mansion, I sleep here. It's no biggie. Sometimes, the others spend their nights here, too, which is why I have a spare room. As you can see, there's nothing much going on here. No other decorations that would make it more homey."

"Oh, by the way, how's my unit here?" I asked.

"It's already rented by someone else." He sat down beside me on the couch. "Let's eat lunch here, then I'll take you somewhere else."

"Where?" I asked.

"I'll take you on a date."

"No," I immediately refused, scared for my life. "It's risky!"

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Yes, but—"

"Then we're going on a date." He lightly flicked my nose.

"Ouch!" I glared at him — it did not hurt — and scrunched my nose.

He chuckled. "You look like a hamster."