Who to Choose? ~BadBoy!Suga X Fem!Reader X Player!RM~

Chapter 34 - Freedom

Your POV

Jungkook excused me from school for the rest of the week. I had multiple reasons for wanting to rest, him only knowing one. The racing until near dawn, but I couldn't bear to see Namjoon. Just thinking about him made me flush. Trying to remember only made my lips tingle, so I stopped trying.

I had avoided Namjoon since the weekend. It was Friday.

He had texted me a lot, clearly worried for my well-being. I had replied that I was sick and going back to bed. Every. Single. Time. I was feeling really shitty for lying, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth.

Do I really only like him as a friend?

I shake my head as I accelerate the bike, heading to the prison.

Yet another problem: Suga. Why did it hurt so much when he said he liked my tutoring? It was almost like I wanted another answer... Then again, his dumb ass kissed me. How am I supposed to react to that? Not be hurt when he brushes it off?

It's been a week and I haven't seen him since. Is he even alive?

I park my bike and walk inside, sucking on a lollipop. I go up to the window and startle the guard behind the window. I slide my I.D. under the slot on the window.

"I'm picking Suga up and paying whatever fee he owes."

The guard raises an eyebrow at the I.D., then looks back up at me. "Are you breaking him out?"

"It's just the jacket. I'm not. He told me he's getting out today."

He nods, giving the I.D. back. "Please wait out here and we'll bring him out."

I take my I.D. back and put it back into my wallet. I walk over to the seats, throw away the lollipop stick, then sit. I tuck my hands into my pockets and try to calm my beating heart. I shouldn't be this flustered. What happens to the me who would beat up kids if they slightly angered her? Right, I decided that I hated that.

The door clicks before it opens, revealing a leather clad Suga, the same outfit from two weeks ago. He looks horrible. His face has a bunch of cuts on it, his blonde hair is messed up to the point that it looks like he just got into a fight, and he's hiding his hands in his pockets. He's even scowling, making the officers watch him closely.

Although, when his eyes land on me, the scowl fades. He eyes slightly widen, happiness making them glow. I stand as he walks over to me, unable to meet his eyes again.

Damn it, just punch him for kissing you.

When I looked up to possibly punch him, I couldn't do it. Not with the way he was looking at me.

He stops in front of me, pausing before he glides a hand down my arm with nervous energy.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)... What I said was insensitive and wrong, and I just don't want you to hate me."

His hand pauses at the edge of the sleeve, hovering right above my hand. I shift my arm and grasp his hand, holding it tightly.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I broke my promise after one day."

I look into his eyes, my heart rate up. The content look in his eyes as he looks at me, the feeling of his rough hand in mine, the simple heat from his lips. What was I doing?

"We should get out of here," I whisper.

He nods, gripping my hand. "This place really sucks."

I walk side by side with him as we leave, heading to my bike. There is no breeze as the sun shines, but we're both the perfect temperature in our jackets. I keep glancing at him, unable to keep my eyes off the ethereal man next to me. The way his blonde hair falls over his eyes... Even with the injuries, he's very attractive. I can't deny that anymore.