SUGA DRIVER

2

Gunshots filled the air as I continued to push hard on the pedal. I've been through this way too many times to even feel a spark of excitement in my belly. I just kept my mind focused and tried to drive impossibly for the people chasing us. The map in my mind told me in which direction I had to drive, and what routes I could take to avoid dickheads. I blew a strand of blonde hair hanging in my face out of habit and tapped the wheel.

"Anytime now Hope," I muttered, wanting him to just get on with the killing.

"Hold your horses young man," he responded in a high-pitched voice, making me chuckle on the inside. I could already tell he was weirder than the others I typically work with.

"Ready to see some sick skills, bitches," He said and popped his neck. He loaded two guns, holding them professionally in each hand.

"No. I will keep my eyes on the road, dumbass." He just chuckled and nudged my arm with the gun-handle.

"Nice one, that was a trick question, sugar-bear." I sighed for the hundredth time that hour and heard him click off his seatbelt. A shot hit the back window of the car, and J-Hope jumped slightly.

"Bulletproof glass," I stated. He released a breath of relief. He checked the mirror to locate the different cars.

"This will be a piece of cake," he muttered with a grin. He then opened the car window, holding the seat securely to not fall out in the whopping speed of 160 km/h. I could hear the intense wind whipping in the fabric of his clothes. He then let go of the seat, leaned out an impossible amount out and started shooting. I had no idea how he hit them, or where, but suddenly there were only one car left. He blew the smoke from the tips of his guns in a cliché way. He then pulled something out of his pocket that I couldn't identify, and threw it. Then he slipped back in and fell down in his seat again, sighing deeply.

"There's still one car left," I muttered, annoyed at the fact that he didn't fully do his job. "Dude chill, I've taken care of it,"

Not a second later there was a huge explosion behind us and the car was thrown off the road in violent flames. The ground beneath the car rumbled and I felt a heat wave wash over me.

I checked the mirror, and the road was stranded. We were already out of sight from the fire; only smoke visible in the distance. My inner map told me that I had to leave the high way in twenty minutes, to avoid other waves of Jin-armies.

We drove in silence in maybe two minutes before J-Hope burst.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I really can't with silence because I'm loud, so let's get to know each other," he exclaimed and turned his attention to me, giving me a beaming smile. "Why should I know more about you, and more importantly, what the fuck is there to know about me?" I responded and genuinely asking. He laughed and tapped his fingers on the dashboard.

"Because I'm bored as heck and you're stuck with me hah,"

My gaze shifted upwards to the sky as I said a silent prayer asking why I was stuck with such an annoying shitbag. Because I get a lot of fucking money that's why.

"Fine, what do you want to know," I sighed, not hiding how little I enjoyed his presence. He hummed as he thought about it.

"I can't imagine a mother giving birth to a baby and being like, hello little shit I will call you sugar because I'm a fat sad lady that has no sense of creativity-"

"Your point is," I grumbled, flaring my nostrils in annoyance.

"My point is buttercup, what's your real name?" I exhaled and just said what I always said.

"Classified."

"Wow you're no fun." He whined as he laid down, still staring at me. I turned my gaze lazily to him. He blinked a couple times, giving me puppy eyes.

"Fine, my full name is Minsugarapgeniusjjangjjangmanboongboong, now I expect you to say it fully every time you address me from now on."

J-Hope laughed at my response, "Would you look at that, it has humour," he said in fake-amazement.

"How old are you," he then asked me. I had to actually think this through, not giving two shits about when my birthday happened.

"Twenty-four," I answered.

"So I should call you hyung now?"

"I'd appreciate if you just shut the fuck up and stop being an annoying toilet brush, but it's better than buttercup."

"Nah, nothing beats buttercup." He declared in a mocking way. He leant back again and stayed silent for a moment. For a second I actually thought my prayers had answered and he was suddenly unable to talk, but then he leant forward, resting his elbows on the middle section separating us, and said:

"Suga, since when did you become so pretty?"

"Don't go all Secret Garden on me now," I answered, cocking my eyebrow.

"Fuck, I tried making you go all flustered and shy by a compliment." He exclaimed, leaning closer, twirling a piece of my hair through his fingers.

Who does this guy think he is? This is serious business and he treats this time, as it's a joke. He irritates me with his careless actions and comments. I growled and slapped his hand away, without giving him my attention.

He snickered at my action and retreated, suddenly bored with me.

"Don't worry, sugar plum, I will break down that wall of yours without you even realise it, just wait."

AN: ugh I'm so sad today fuck