SUGA DRIVER

1

"Got it, Sugar?"

"I'll be there in five." I muttered as I hung up on him. Another fucking job, here we go.

I have been stuck in this shithole of a job for the last eight years and I'm so fucking sick of my stupid clients. I put on my old military jacket over my plain white t-shirt. I grabbed a pack of gum and spit out the old one on the way out of the door. I sighed deeply.

I curse my stupid life for being so fucked up. If this client just has to get somewhere fast and expects me to just pick and drop then I will actually crash the fucking car.

I'm not a fucking cab driver. I'm here to drive the shits no one else wants to drive, not Kylie Jenner so she can make the final sale at Gucci.

I drive the psychopaths from a wave of cops chasing us, the robbers from helicopters, and the stupid shits that stole money in Vegas and has fifteen gangs after them, because I'm the only fucker out there that bothers. I'm the only one out there that isn't scared and is willing to risk death. I'm the only one that has nothing better to do; because this is the only thing I'm good at, driving fast without getting killed.

I walk over to my baby and open her up. I close the door and start the engine and rolls out to the street. When I'm not working I drive like a grandma, nice and steady.

I spotted my place and stopped the car and glanced at my watch. 4:58, 4:59, 5:00

The car door opened and shut, and I pushed the gas pedal.

"Where, how much, who are we running from." I said monotony. The person that got in chuckled and cracked their fingers.

"Dornogovi, 75 000£, Jin." He said with a clear smirk. I sighed at this brat.

"Firstly, why the fuck are you going to Mongolia, secondly, Jin. Really. Anyone would be better." I stated.

The guy just laughed and sat back in his seat. "I know some people that can get me anywhere, like Svalbard, I just have to get far away from Korea right now." I scoffed at him. Life isn't that easy that if you move to fucking Norway everything will go well.

"And Seokjin is after me because I shot him." He snickered.

I sighed again, stupid bitch.

"Fine." I ended our conversation.

I looked in the mirror to check my trail. I still couldn't see anyone obvious chasing us, so I decided to pay a glance at the guy. He wore a black t-shirt with ripped black jeans, paired with a loose denim jacket. I noticed him wearing more thin layers under the jacket that I couldn't identify. Smart guy, easy outfit change to when you need to escape.

He had orange hair, strong jaw, high-defined cheekbones, kind eyes filled with excitement, and a heart shaped smile, perfect white teeth, a perfect sculpted nose and a nicely shaped body. He was maybe a bit taller than me and basically looked perfect. I already hated him.

"The car ride will take around five days, depending on how many are after us and how crazy they are." I muttered, keeping my cool exterior.

"Man, they are fucking mental, I have been running for 30 hours straight," he said with a laugh. He had way too much energy for my liking. Normally the people doing these stupid things hate the world and everyone in it and basically don't want to do shit except destroy, so this was a rarity.

"Anyway~ you can call me j-hope," he said and leaned sideways on the dashboard facing me. "Fine." I murmured showing the lack of interest I had for this guy. He laughed, "not a chatty one, got it,"

I scowled at his comment. Not everyone wants to fucking talk to you, dickhead.

I glanced at the mirror to once again check my trail, and they had arrived, sweet. I sighed and pushed the gas pedal and started to drive past everyone in front on the high way. J-hope seemed to notice this, as he broke into a wide grin and excitedly looked behind us. He turned around and his eyes widened and he held securely to the seat.

"Holy shit you're going fast, buddy." He exclaimed. I ignored him and focused on the road and the mirror to check how fast they would catch up, not that they would be able to. They seemed to lay low and there was no sign of weapons or more coming, only about four chasing us. I swiftly drove past and around four more cars, one honking at me for speeding. Suddenly my phone started ringing and I fished it up from my pocket and threw it on j-hope. He just answered and put it on speaker. I spoke up,

"We're on the highway with four after us, gas is filled and there is no sign of guns yet, they are laying low," I stated professionally to the phone held up to my face by j-hope.

"Nice work, Sugar. I have some bad news. There is someone in our world wanting to get J-hope before our dear Jin, so there is someone else after you as well. He is bad, Sugar. I have heard of him, and he is insane and got even more insane people than him working for him." My boss spoke to me. Of course there must be someone else, Jin isn't enough.

"Anyone I know," I asked.

"His main man is V," my eyes shot open at his statement. I have had countless encounters with V and I know what he is capable of doing. He is basically a fucking psychopath. He got his name because he uses five seconds to kill you. In my case five years and counting.

"Alright, thank you for the update. So we will basically be in the middle of a criminal gang bang," I muttered. My boss laughed at my comment. "Take care Sugar. Continue to do the impossible," he hung up and j-hope put the phone back in my back pocket. I moved my hips so it was easier. He put it in and squeezed my ass and whispered in my ear, "Nice ass you got there, Sugar~"

"Fuck off, you annoying shit." I snarled, not letting him get to me. He was just bored and wanted something to happen, like me loosing control on the wheel. But as the motionless rock I am, I didn't budge and kept my iron glare of focus on the road.

"So Namjoon finally decided to not pussy out, huh," j-hope chuckled, crossing his legs to look casual and careless. I just sighed at his statement, not wanting to know what he did to the infamous Namjoon. Stupid bitch.

"You want to know what I did," he whispered, leaning closer to me. I rolled my eyes, "not really." I answered bluntly. I heard a deep breathy laugh hit my ear.

"I fucked his bitch,"

"Jesus Christ," I kept speeding, ignoring his stupid life choices. He sat back in his chair in a satisfied manner. "You really know how to drive," he mumbled in amazement.

"Why do you think I have this fucking job," I rhetorically asked. Suddenly I spotted one of the cars moving forward to my side and I kicked further in the gas pedal and took a sharp turn into a smaller road going through the city. The car next to us continued driving, missing the way out, but the three behind followed. "Do you even know where you're going?" J-hope yelled, with the tiniest doubt in his exited voice. I just sighed in response as I drove through the city I knew way too well. I took sharp and difficult turns that I knew would give them a hard time following. J-hope occasionally let out a few words in amazement like "wow", "holy shit" and "oh my god how are we still alive"

A piece of metal glinted in the light from the car behind and recognised immediately. "Gun." I said. J-hope glanced behind and returned his gaze forward with a smirk as he pulled out a gun himself.

"Finally something I'm good at,"

AN: there goes the first chapter wow lemme know ur thoughts thank u ily