Hateful~Suga POV - Request

Chapter 1

"May I have this dance?" I whispered against her beautiful hair, the sweet perfume of her skin flooding my senses. I heard her giggle gently before curtsying before me, trying to act silly. "You may." Her voice was like music, beautiful and flowing, like birdsong, and I found myself thinking that I wouldn't mind listening to it for the rest of my life. I took her small, delicate hand in my own and pulled her fragile body against mine. She was so soft, all rounded edges and smooth curves. She was beautiful, and she was finally mine. Finally mine to hurt and break, but to pick back up and piece together again. She would want me forever, no matter how many times I hurt her. Because I would be the only one who could fix her.

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The alarm went off at seven, shattering my fantasy and grounding me to the reality of the world and the jackassery of school and teenage life. I rolled out of bed and got ready, groaning and growling at anyone I passed. It was Thursday. Thursdays are, in my opinion, the worst days of the week. I'm not sure why, I've just always hated them. "Yoongi, you had better not walk out that door without eating this breakfast I just made for you." My mother said as she caught me trying to sneak out the door, keys in hand. "Of course not, Mom. Whatever made you think I'd want to miss out on one of your lovely meals?" I said, kissing her on the cheek. Against her best efforts, she smiled. "Oh, don't make me beat you with this spoon. Now, hurry up. You're going to be late." She said, turning back to the stove. "Yeah, don't be late. You might not get to stalk Angel." My little sister, Sammi, piped up from her seat at the table, already munching happily at a bagel, slathered in strawberry cream cheese. "Hm." I just grunted, knowing it was no use trying to shut her up at this point. Sammi was a freshman, and, somehow, she knew everything about everyone at our school. "I'd hurry up if I were you, unless you want to ride the bus for the next month." My mom said from her station. Sammi's eyes widened before she hopped up from the table and scrambled over to stand in front of the door, ensuring that no one left without her. "Thanks, Mom." I picked up a piece of toast before gesturing for Sammi to escort herself and her big fat mouth out to my car. 

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Once at school, Sammi disappeared with her gaggle of annoying friends while I walked the halls alone. I wasn't alone for long, though. My best friend since birth, it would seem, soon joined me with a punch in the arm. "Hey. Have you seen her today yet?" Luke asked, his eyes scanning the halls. I shook my head. "Ah, there she is. Talking to CJ. As always." My eyes landed on her beautiful, laughing form. Her hair was up today, but little wisps were falling down at random, framing her face in a way only she could make pretty. But, there he was, too. His name wasn't actually CJ, it was Derik. But Luke and I and pretty much every other person in the school called him CJ, short for Captain Jackass. He and Angel had dated since middle school, except for the times when they were broken up do to his cheating on her with a member of the cheer squad or one of Angel's so-called "friends." They always wound up back together though, for a reason unknown to me. I watched as he cupped his hand around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Everything about it was wrong. There wasn't anything in this action besides lust and possessiveness. Everyone knew he didn't really care about her. Everyone, that is, besides her. That was the thing about Angel. The one thing that made me love her, and hate her at the same time. She believed that everyone was good. She thought that no matter how many times Derik cheated on her, when he came back and said he was sorry, that he meant it. That's what made her so special. And so fragile. I wanted her to open her eyes and see the world for what is really was. All I wanted was to break her.