Come back to me [SOPE]

Chapter 2

Suga was jolted awake by the harsh rays of sunlight streaming through the window, hitting his face like a rude wake-up call. He groaned, rubbing his eyes and squinting at the timepiece on the bedside table. It was already 9 AM. He had court at 10:30.

Dragging himself out of bed, he sat at the edge, head hanging low, feeling the familiar heaviness that only a bad hangover could bring. "Great... what a perfect way to start the day. This hangover is going to be the death of me," he muttered under his breath.

Stumbling into the ensuite bathroom, he turned on the shower, letting the cold water shock his system awake. At first, it was overwhelming, the icy blast hitting his head, but soon enough, it started to feel good-grounding, even. He pressed his hands against the shower wall, trying to steady himself as his mind slowly pieced together the fragments of last night.

J-Hope. The memory hit him like a punch. After that tense encounter with J-Hope, Suga had been too frustrated to think straight, so he headed to a nearby open bar to unwind. He had definitely overdone it, though-he remembered being hit on by some ridiculously handsome guy with an annoyingly sweet smile. After that? Things got hazy.

Once the water started to clear his head a little, he shut off the shower and glanced at himself in the mirror. His eyes widened. His neck and collarbone were littered with purple hickeys, and there was even one on his jawline. What the- Suga quickly turned to look at the bed.

Sure enough, there he was. The "annoying stranger" from last night, still sleeping on the other side of the bed-completely naked.

Suga mentally cursed himself. Dumb, dumb, dumb, Suga... what were you thinking? He hurriedly threw on his clothes from the night before, moving as quietly as possible to avoid waking the stranger. His heart pounded as he slipped out of the room, tiptoeing to his car like a thief in the night. Once inside, he slumped into the driver's seat, groaning out loud.

"Suga, Suga, Suga... how did you let this happen?" He facepalmed, trying to remember if they had even used protection. Please tell me we used protection. Oh, what a nightmare.

He glanced at the time and realized he was cutting it close for work. No time to dwell on his mistakes now. He sped home to change into something more presentable before heading to court, but not before making a quick stop at the restaurant near the courthouse for some much-needed hangover soup. If I don't get this down, I'll end up in contempt of court for passing out in the middle of the trial.

What a mess. And the day had only just begun.

Suga sat at the restaurant table, nursing a pounding headache and waiting for his breakfast to be served. He was in desperate need of his hangover soup to feel somewhat functional again. As he idly scrolled through his phone, a familiar voice broke through his fog.

"Care to order something for me, Hyung?"

Suga looked up, and there he was-J-Hope, with that annoyingly bright smile. The day was already too bright without this literal ray of sunshine sitting across from him. With his headache making it impossible to muster any of his usual savage comebacks, Suga simply raised a hand to signal the waitress for a menu. He wasn't in the mood for banter, and the throbbing in his temples wasn't helping.

As Suga browsed the menu in silence, J-Hope's eyes drifted down to the marks on Suga's neck and collarbone-the telltale signs of last night's reckless choices. Something inside J-Hope tightened. Who the hell gave him those? His mind churned, but he knew better than to let his feelings show. After all, it wasn't his place to ask anymore, no matter how much it bothered him. Keeping his expression neutral took every ounce of self-control.