Cold-Hearted (BTS - Suga)

Chapter 2

Outside, the paparazzi was going wild. They screamed and cheered as the band made their way to the cars up front. I was placed next to - or rather squashed - RM and Jin. I was practically lifted off my feet as we sauntered through the crowds.

"Leia!" One of the paparazzi screamed. "Leia Bridge, how does it feel to be one of the winners. Do you think you'll find a boyfriend in one of the band members?"

I whipped my head around. There was a big blinding flash as a camera pounced in front of my face. I shielded my eyes from the beam, eyes squinting just to see who was calling me.

"Just ignore them," RM murmured in my ear. "They aren't worth your time even if they are generally kind."

I nodded and clambered into the car the rest of the band got into. The inside of the car was larger than I expected it to be (well, I should've hoped so seeing as the band contained seven people). It was kitted out with polished leather seats and a fresh musk air freshener to accentuate any odd or fusty smells.

The car zoomed into action. From two seats ahead, I could just about make out Suga reaching for the speakers. I caught RM's smile out of the corner of my eye.

"Hey, Suga!" He yelled down the short distance of the vehicle. "How about we let Leia put on her playlist instead. She is our guest, after all."

Suga frowned. I felt myself sinking in my seat with embarrassment. Surely they'd find my playlist awful. I couldn't let them know that though. 

My phone was passed rigidly from member to member before it was finally handed to Suga. I couldn't exactly see his expression but I could guess what it looked like. Eyebrows clenched together with a slight pulling of the mouth to the side. General discomfort.

If I had known what was awaiting us, I would've told Suga to turn the volume down. There was a blast of noise as my phone connected to the wire of the car. The band, including me, jumped as AGUST D  burst from the speakers. I clutched a hand to my chest and breathed slowly to calm myself down.

"Well," RM coughed. "I never knew one of Suga's songs could be so...terrifying."

"I guess I just have that effect on people." Suga passed the phone onwards back down to me.

There was no music for the rest of the ride.

***

RM set down the cup of straws - eight to be precise - in the lobby of the airport. I eyed it with wonder and peered down the cup. There was nothing else in it not even a beverage. My eyebrows squished together.

"This, guys, is basically where we are going to decide who Leia will be sharing a room with when we get back to Seoul." He smiled and dobbed me a little wink. "The rules are simple is that the person who draws the shortest straw will have the pleasure of spending the next week with Leia."

The band nodded with understanding but I raised a hand. "What is the eighth straw for, then, because there are seven of you?"

"Ah," RM rubbed the back of his neck. "That is for my drink later." 

Fair enough. It was a couple of minutes before the boys finally got their game faces on. Each of their faces was fitted with knotted eyebrows, narrowed eyes, and bitten lips. I've never realized before until now how competitive they actually are.

The moment seemed to stretch on just like a wire and everything seemed in slow motion. The boys each reached into the cup at the same time.

"Looks like I'll be sharing with Leia, then." It was Suga. What a great surprise.

The band whooped and cheered, slapping the rapper on the back. Displeasure marked his face, however, despite his smirk. He looked exactly how I felt; nervous.

***

I don't know what is worse, Leia having to put up with Suga's reluctancy or my writing. 😂 I promise I'm going to get better!

I hope to update frequently but because I am doing GCSEs maybe not as frequent as I'd like. Anyways...

I hope everyone has a nice day. Remember each and every one of you are valid in this world and I hope you recognise that you're all loved.

안녕 Annyeong!

~Sarah