Bts Suga

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Sorry for the possible long wait, im very busy and vert lazy so please be patient with me.

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You and Suga had been married a little while now, it was arranged, you both didn't talk much, mainly due to you knowing he was seeing someone else behind your back. In the night when he was asleep you used to go into the guest room to sleep, lucky for you, you woke up first in the mornings.

One night, about 6 o clock you decided to go out for a drink with your friends, you were excited because it had been so long since you were last able to leave and have a drink. You dressed your best, a dress that complimented you perfectly with shoes and jewelry that matched, you put on a little bit of makeup, you never wore any so just a little was enough. Suga wasn't home so you were writing a note to say where you went.

You were about to leave when Suga walked in, he looked stressed and tired. You picked up your purse and turned around to leave when you saw him. "oh, uh, hello, yoongi" you said and held your purse a little tighter. "hello Y/N, where are you going?" he questioned, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "i'm going out with my friends, not that you care" you said and looked to the floor in slight upset. Yoongi looked a little offended at your comment and straightened up his posture, "of course i care where your going, why else would i ask, don't come back too late then, alright?" he said sternly. You gave a quick nod before brushing past him to leave. 

At about 10 you came back in, drunk as hell with someone else, that someone else was a guy, drunker than you. You had your hands on his chest and his on your waist. Little did you know that Yoongi had waited up for you, knowing you would be drunk by the time you were to come home. He looked furious when you layed your eyes on him, a big wave of guilt ran over you and you pushed the stranger out the door. In your drunken state, as soon as the door closed you sat on the floor leaning on the wall to take off your shoes.

"i..im sorry...Yoongi..." You said trying not to slur your words. He made his way to you, he knealt next to you and helped you with your shoes. "i.. i didn't know what i was doing" you said and pouted ashamed of your actions. Yoongi looked up at you and gave you a little smile "its ok Y/N, you realized what you were doing, but, i cant be so dishonest, Y/N...i have been seeing someone else, today i broke that off, realizing how much you really mean to me..." He said and gently removed your shoes from your feet.

A smile spread across your face "i knew Yoongi, i always knew about that" after hearing those words he looked at you feeling very guilty. "im sorry y/n, i was so dishonest and you were so loyal, can you find it to forgive me?" He said taking your hands into his. "Of course i can Yoongi!" you leaned forwards to hug him, immediately he hugged back, nuzzling into your neck and letting out a happy sigh. "i love you jagiya, thank you for forgiving me" You kept hold of him, you could tell he had recently had a sower, mainly because he had slightly damp hair but otherwise it was his scent, he never applied anything other than deodorant after a shower so it was all his natural scent, a scent you found so intoxicating.

He pulled his head out your neck reluctantly and looked up into your eyes, "i love you Jagi, i really do" You smiled and pecked his lips before replying with "i love you too, have you eaten? im sorry if i kept you from eating" you felt guilty again and held his hands. "i haven't but we can make it together, and perhaps a little baby, if your'e ready" You smiled widely at him and nodded yes to him. For that night he helped you sober up and made dinner with you.

Everything felt so great, so much more exciting than before, you loved everything about it.

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Part 2 maybe? if requested i will make a smut part 2.

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