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

Day 7: Tough Decisions

Yumi went down to the basement and looked for Suga. Surprisingly, he wasn't sleeping or playing with the dog or escaping or even singing like there was no tomorrow. He was just... there... sitting on his bed, Sister by his feet and his face buried in his hands with his head tilted forward. She peeked at the table seeing the coffee and the cereal bar she brought him earlier that morning still untouched.

"What happened? Are you okay? Are you feeling sick? Please, if you're sick just tell me and we will find some solution." The woman rushed towards him and, crouching down in front of him, uncovered his face, grabbing his hands while trying to look into his eyes.

"Yes, I'm sick... Sick and tired of waiting for my friends to find me..." Yoongi replied with a depressed look on his face and a fading voice. "If they really cared for me then they would have found me by now, am I wrong? Besides, they could have found me by now if they asked the right persons or made an effort and actually got out their beds and searched for me." The rapper now talked in an angry way, almost screaming.

"Oh, poor sugar cube. My sweet, sweet sugar. Come here." She stood up and opened her arms, Suga falling into her embrace, hugging her back. "It's all going to be okay. I'm here and I will never abandon you. If you want, you can be here with me. I promise I won't leave you like your other self-called friends did to you." Suga felt a shiver run down his spine when she hugged him since he could feel tight against his chest her pocket knife she had inside her striped blouse's pocket.

"I-I could never do it. I wouldn't be capable of getting out of here, away from you." He now looked her deep in the eyes. Listening to that, her eyes enlightened with the happiness she was feeling inside. The dog, under his bed, puffed as he said that emotional mumbo jumbo. She couldn't understand why did he have to say such emotive things just for her to feel touched. The woman grabbed his face and kissed his forehead.

"I wouldn't want you to..." She proceeded but stopped looking seriously to his face.

"What? What do I have?" He asked covering his face.

"Nothing but..." She uncovered his face again looking to him. "Have you always been this pale?Because, Jesus Christ, you're so pale! It's almost like you're sick or dead. You need to go out to exercise a bit, catch some sun to see if you get a tan or at least a little bit more colour before people start confusing you with a sick dead ghost. I think you should go take a walk with Sister." Sister got out of the bed and sat in front of them. "See, she agrees too."

"Usually ghosts have the particularity of already being dead. What do I win with that?" Suga asked looking to the dog, who was now jumping on top of his bed.

"You get to see the sun, walk a little bit, make some exercise, get some inspiration, maybe get a tan and, after all that, a free shower. The only condition is you take the dog out for a walk. You don't need to be afraid, she won't hurt you. I can't go out with her, I have to fix this broken window and this way I can fix it without being always looking at you to see if you escape." Yumi pet the dog who was looking to the rapper in an exciting way.

"Do I really have to go walk with her? Can't she go walk herself?"

"No, go now. I have to fix the window. Go with her upstairs and she will give you her leash." The woman ordered and he obeyed a little upset since walking wasn't his thing. By the door, Sister was sitting with her leash on her mouth while waiting for him.

"Fine, I'll walk with you. Not that I really wanted but it's better than stay here." Suga said attaching it to her dog collar and walked up to the front door.

"SISTER! Remember. Don't let him escape. Keep an eye on him. He really likes to run away." Yumi screamed before they left.

After a little bit, they were already isolated in the middle of the woods, out of anyone's sight. Looking for the dog, he saw her biting her leash and pulling it off his hands.