No More Dreams (BTS ff)

Chapter 9

Suga and I made our way to the park where our job was going to be held out. We arrived earlier than needed and sat down on an old wooden bench.

"Mara how old are you?" He asked as he looked over at me.

"19."

"You're so young. I thought you were at least 21 since we found you at Tryptich."

"Oh yeah Eric kind of helped me sneak in that night."

An awkward silence followed after that statement as my head was filled with thoughts of Eric. I didn't really know how to ask but I did anyways.

"Where is Eric? I know you guys didn't give me details, but I'm kind of worried for him. I want to know that he's at least ok."

Suga sighed and looked down at this. "We've known about Eric for a little while now. He's not who you think he is." He paused but wouldn't go on.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know if I'm really supposed to tell you, but just know you need to stay away from him. He was never who you thought he was. You can ask Monster about it more if you really want. Please just promise me you'll stay away from him."

I looked at Suga and saw the pleading in his eyes. I nodded with a small smile.

"How did you get the nickname Suga anyways?"

Suga laughed about that and showed me his gummy smile. "About 3 years ago, actually not too long after I sold to you, I was caught. Went straight to jail. Everyone in there started calling me Suga. I was in there for less than a week as Bangtan helped me out. The cops haven't been able to find me since."

"Are you serious." I was so shocked "How have they not found you yet?"

"I heard they actually just gave up looking after a year."

Our light conversation stopped as two people stepped in front of us. They were both fairly nice looking, wearing suits with their hair gelled back. One held a suitcase while the other was empty handed.

"You got my stuff?" The empty handed one asked.

"If you got my money." Suga stood up as he spoke.

"Yeah I got it, but you know we were just talking. You really ask for a lot just for a little bag of crack. Can you throw anything else in?"

Suga gave a short laugh at that, "like what?"

The empty handed man smirked, "well you got a nice looking girl sitting there. She up for sale? I'll throw in a little more for her if you want."

My blood began to boil at his comment. Was I really brought here just to be sold off? I stood up and was about to go off on the man before Suga put his hand up to stop me. 

"You know I don't sell people. Now give me my money and leave." Suga glared at the men in front of him.

"Oh I really don't think we can give you all the money you asked for," The one with the suitcase finally spoke up. "You see it's just a little much for so little. Throw a little something in and you got yourself a deal." He took a step towards me and I tensed up.

"I already told you no. So why don't you leave."

"We can't do that." one of the men jumped towards me and grabbed me. I just rolled my eyes and flipped him over putting my foot on his chest.

"I'm really tired of people like you just pushing me around like an object." I growled at him, "Either give us the money and take your crap or get the fuck out of here."