He waited for her anxiously. He had explained to the guys his plan. Jin, Jimin and J-Hope thought it was a good idea. They were just worried about him getting caught. Jungkook didn't care very much, he just wanted to shoot his gun. He had spent the evening staring at it. Rapmon was completely against it. He completely hated it. He said this:
"It's a stupid idea. The Yakuza will find you out. And when you get there, they won't trust you. And if you try to kill my father, they'll catch you, they'll kill you! Not to mention you might end up killing my father! You're going to get yourself killed. You're probably going to get the rest of us killed too. This isn't a game, this is real life Suga. You can't win! The best we can do is to keep running." And Suga responded by saying:
"I'm not running anymore. And I'm not killing your father. That's a last resort. My plan is to persuade him. The worst that will happen is me sacrificing myself." And Rapmon said the weirdest thing,
"How do you think Nari's going to feel about this?" And he said,
"I don't know. But do you have something better that will keep her safer and happier?" And Rapmon just stood and stormed away, slamming the door to his room and they all just sat in a tense silence.
He waited for her, fidgeting on the bed, thinking about what to say.
"Suga?" She mumbled.
"Yeah?" He jumped up. She trudged into him, pressing her face in his chest.
"What happened?" He asked holding her gently.
"My mom adopted a girl, because gramma told her too. She's letting gramma run her life. I want my mom back! I thought maybe if I went back I could see my mom again, but she's not my mom anymore. I don't, I don't know what to do." She sobbed. He tensed. How could he tell her? How could he tell her when she was in this state? What could he do? He could tell her tomorrow... It wasn't a good idea but, what else could he do? Destroy her even more? Break her further till she could barely tell him how she felt? He knew what it would do to her, but he knew it was for the best. If he could do this. If he did this, they could live in peace. He could keep her happy, truly happy. Maybe even settle down with her, maybe. If he didn't, then they would never have a home. They would keep running, and they would never stop.
He carefully picked her up and set her down on the bed. Her sobs had softened into silent tears and the occasional hiccup. He kissed her forehead and got ready for bed. She got ready for bed too. He slipped under the covers beside her and she looked at him. She was just in a t-shirt and underpants, he was just wearing pajama bottoms. It used to make him blush. But now it was just a habit. He pulled her in close, but he didn't let her bury her face away. He wanted to look at it for a while. She was so beautiful. There was no such thing as perfect, he knew that. But she was so damn close. He couldn't see any flaws. She was so thin, but she still looked amazing. Whatever she did, was extraordinary to him. Every movement she made was flowing and elegant. In the morning she seemed to glow. In the evening she shone as bright as a star. He just wanted to look at her forever. Even though her cheeks were red from crying, her eyes were bloodshot, her face was tear stained, and her hair was tangled. He couldn't see anything wrong with it. She was just as beautiful. She just lost her radiance, because her happiness was gone. His eyes focused on her lips. They were quivering slightly, like she was holding back her tears. He slowly put a finger on her Cupid's bow and traced around her lips. He took his hand away and paused before leaning in and kissing her. She grasped his neck with her hands and clung onto him like a life line. He was sure now he shouldn't have said anything.
He just hoped it wouldn't be worse than he thought when he did.
