SUGA DRIVER

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// heres ur fugin upd8 tanvi calm ur dicks //

The tires were roaring under us as we sped 160km/h through Korea. Hope had fallen asleep an hour ago, while I did my thing in the meantime. It stressed me out to think that I hadn't seen anyone on the road for such a long time. Even small pathetic robbers had more than this.

I was starting to consider that maybe he was just exaggerating everything and he was just all talk, but then I remembered actually seeing V and talking to my boss.

But still, it was just plain odd.

Fuck it, I thought, let's just enjoy the silence as it lasts. And by that I meant the beast currently passed out in deep slumber that could wake up anytime and make my life a living hell. Jesus fucking Christ that dude was as annoying as he was hot.

I hate it when the hot ones are annoying, such a shame really.

Or maybe he is fine actually but I'm just socially incapable and just hate everyone I stumble upon. Nope, he has both Seokjin and Namjoon after him; he must be irritating and stupid as fuck, just like my gut tells me.

My train of thought ended as I saw a fleet of cars nearing us. It must've been around thirty cars, suddenly the silence making sense.

It was the nice period of time we call "Silence before a storm".

With a sigh, I slapped Hope on his forehead, currently leaning on my shoulder. He didn't show any response to my movement, and I hit my head on the headrest behind me with a groan. "Come on you fucking bucket, rise and shine,"

He let out a whine and squeezed his eyes shut, what a brat. I clenched the wheel in annoyance, noticing the cars getting closer. I groaned again and turned my attention to him to yell in his stupid face.

"OHAYOO MOTHERFUCKER GET THE FUCK UP THEY ARE HERE,"

He lightly flinched at my voice and put a reassuring hand up to make me calm down, shushing at me. "I'd rather fuck a dad personally," he muttered while sitting up in his seat, rubbing his ass in pain. Sitting in that position for that long obviously hurts like a bitch. He's so stupid.

He pulled out his gun, checking how many bullets, humming in content before slapping the case back, checking the back mirror. He gave off a chuckle and muttered, "What a parade of fun, ha," and took off his denim jacket.

He opened the window and waved at them with a smile, receiving a couple bullets his way. "Ah, I love Seokjin's gangsters." he exclaimed, setting down his gun to plug the AUX-cord to his iPhone, putting on some retro music. "Brighton Rock" filled the car and I chuckled at Hope's energy, finding it reassuring at serious times like this. I pushed the gas further and started going off my autopilot mind-set and started to steer.

"Use the roof window," I said while pointing a little behind me. He turned to where I pointed and broke into a wide smile.

"Oh fuck yes," he yelled and fished up his second gun from a bag in the back. It was almost identical to the one he'd used before, just a bit shinier.

"Karen, it's your turn to shine," he told the gun and kissed it.

"You're so fucking weird," I mumbled at his action. Of course he had named his guns. He cracked his neck, removed his seat belt (which I forced him to wear, seatbelt is essential) and tugged at the handle on the roof. He then sat on the middle part in the front, getting a good position to move a lot in, and slid the hatch all the way, making air whip his air in all directions.

"This will be fun,"

Hope adjusted his grip on the two guns in his hands and breathed softly out, before lifting his upper body out of the window. I immediately heard gunshots and started to drive in zigzag, making it harder for them to hit him.