SUGA DRIVER

5

/// heyeyeyey im back ///

"Anything you need at the station, Sugar bear?" Hope mutters while he unbuckles his seatbelt as we drove off the highway.

"Gas,"

"Well other than that, dipshit,"

"Ugh, I don't know maybe gum," I mumbled, as I looked into the glove compartment, noticing I had one piece of gum left, bummer. He cracked his fingers for the four hundredth time that hour and groaned.

"You really love your gum, don't you," I just sighed in response to his statement. It was getting darker and the road got quieter.

We had met a couple more cars from Seokjin during the last hour, and Hope had taken care of every single one with his bull's-eyes. Fucking Christ that man could aim. Namjoon hadn't seemed to release his waves of crazy gangsters, but I believe it's because he has V after us at the moment.

I turned my gaze towards J-Hope, as he fiddled with his gun out of boredom. I couldn't believe this guy and his lack of respect to life and death. He had the tip pointing right between his eyes while he balanced it with two fingers on each side of the trigger guard. One bump in the car and he would get his brains on my lovely seat.

Still, watching him playing games with death was thrilling, exciting and purely understandable in my case. I felt fascinated as I continued to watch him not have a care in the world. He was fucking crazy, and in one way I loved it, but there was no way I would've admitted it.

My train of thoughts were cut of when his eyes lit up at the blinking neon sign from the gas station. He pocketed his gun and ruffled his hair before stepping out.

"3 minutes," I shouted after him as I was filling the tub in the speed of light. I had done this a couple million times so I could easily calculate how much we had precisely and how long it would take before we were moving again.

I had around one minute and fifty-two seconds left to check my surroundings before it would be full. I scanned the place thoroughly and kept a metal gaze in the mirror showing what could be behind me. My gaze managed to shift to the shop and I eyed Hope through the window. I couldn't keep my eyes off his laid-back and confident posture while he exchanged a couple demands to the tired shop owner. His strong back stretched and his long muscular but lean legs moved swiftly as he started checking the rack for gum flavours. Fucking moron, I don't care what flavour we have no time.

Ok I would've appreciated it if he chose spearmint but that's beside the point.

He checked his watch and casually walked up to the disk again.

He looked so perfect, and handsome, and untouchable, and-

"Oh Sugar, long time no see,"

I froze. I felt the gunpoint digging in the back of my head as V puffed some air to the back of my neck.

Fuck, how could I've been so stupid! How did I not realise he was behind me when my mind was glued to stupid fucking J-Hope.

I looked at him as he was unaware who had showed up and who was about to kill me that very second. Great.

"Hey Vagina, I've missed you," I muttered as I slowly turned around, looking at his sick face. He was smiling, as always, and was scratching his head with his now retreated gun. He chuckled and shoved the gun in my face again, pulling on various places with the muzzle dragging on my skin as he spoke.

"Ah, the sassy comebacks I've been longing for, here they are. But since I'm mad at you for making my past year absolute fucking shit I will not relieve you with the sweet release of death yet, little sugarbear."