The bad, the worse and the savage: a BTS fanfic

Day 3: A Not So Pleasant Visit

Yumi unlocks the door and walks downstairs to go visit her "sugar cube" at the basement to see how's he doing and, basically, to make sure he is alive. Suga was laid down on his "bed", looking to the grey ceiling full of cobwebs.

"Good morning, my sweet piece of sugar!" She said getting a sight in response. "So, how are you doing today? Did you sleep well?" Another sight was all she got. "I got you breakfast. This is the most I could get you." The woman took a cereal bar out of her pocket and threw it to him. Suga looked to her but didn't even moved to get the bar, ending up hitting his face, making him grunt, scaring the girl. Yumi went next to him and looked worried to the rapper, who only had his clothes to warm himself and didn't even had the right to have a pillow. "What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Please, say something."

"I want to take a bath." He replied mumbling.

"What?" She put her ear closer to him.

"I am desperate to take a bath! I can't stand any longer the smell of three days' alcohol. It's just too much. And the problem is that I don't have any more spare clothes." Yoongi complained, more like whining, until she had an idea.

"I have some men's spare clothes. If you want, I can let you go up there to take a bath and then you come back here." The woman suggested. "Only with one condition: You will not, I repeat, NOT run away from here or your stay in this house will be like torture to you. You understand?"

"Completely. But why do I have to come back in here? Can't I be up there with you?" Suga begged.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I don't fully trust you so until I trust you, you will be down here." Yumi explained, leaving the rapper a little annoyed.

"Okay, so I won't run away. Now, can I go take a bath, please? I can't stand this smell much more." He asked smelling his own clothes.

"Neither do I. Wait just a second, I will do something first and then you can go." The girl said running upstairs. From up there, Suga could hear her footsteps and something like her scolding someone or just cursing her own life. Sometime later, she went back to the basement carrying a towel and her pocketknife. "Sorry for the long wait, I was trying to find a towel in there but it was hard. Here, let me take care of you." The woman handed him the towel and then sat on the bed by his side grabbing his tied leg and starting to untie the knot. Suga watched attentively the way she grabbed one of the ends, then the other, how she cut some tiny part of it and then tied it, even more, to untie it perfectly.

"Wow. How could you do it? It is so hard... How much did you take to learn how to do it?" He asked surprised.

"Something like... 2 years or so."

"Two years! That's a long time."

"Yes, but I can't still do it properly. Sometimes I forget a step and make mistakes so we better be careful, don't you think?" She asked to what he only nodded yes to whatever she said.

"So, can I go now?" He asked impatiently.

"I think you can. Come with me, this way." Yumi said walking behind him while leading him the way. They went upstairs and Suga looked around. The house was a mess with clothes all over the floor and closed doors probably hiding whatever mess was inside. "Sorry for this mess. I was planning on tidy this up sometime. Here's the bathroom. Now, please, take your clothes off so I can wash them. I will look for clothes for you." She said in a bossy way.

"You are not going to spy on me, are you? It's because I agreed on not escaping if you didn't watch."

"No, you didn't but whatever, the window is too small for you to fit." She was right. On the bathroom, the only window was above the toilet, which was right by the bathtub, was so small he couldn't even fit his legs. Next to the door stood a sink with a big cabinet above it and, next to it, a big mirror that was almost his size.