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

Chapter 18 - Looking

I can't get into the back story quite yet, I need you and Jin to meet back up! Clearly he's an important part of your past... but "what is he to me?", you may wonder. Soon, dear reader. Soon. Enjoy!

Suga POV

I close the apartment door behind me, the afternoon sky shining brightly through the window. I set the ramen on the counter and take off my jacket. I throw it onto the couch.

"Taehyung? You up?"

I hear a thud from his room. I walk over after kicking off my shoes. I open his door and find him wrapped in his blankets, laying on the floor. He didn't even wake up from his sleep. I sigh and take his ashtray. I go to the kitchen and dump it out, cleaning it. He always knocks it over after he gets up, it's better if there's no cigarettes in it. I walk back to the room and set the ashtray on his nightstand.

I crouch next to him. "Taehyung, it's past noon. Wake up."

His eye opens to glare at me from the bundle of blankets. "No, I'm tired. I had to stay up late last night, thanks to someone."

"What did I do now?"

He rolls over in the tight bundle, somehow. I stare at his back, knowing he can feel my gaze. Then I notice how the blankets are wrapped.

"You can't get out by yourself, can you?"

I hear him groan. "No..."

"You're hopeless." I go onto my knees and untuck some of the blankets, helping him get free. When he's free, I can see all of him. He has new bruises on his arms and his dark circles were darker than usual.

"Where did you go last night?" I demand, looking at his arms.

He grimaces before looking away. "Nowhere, really."

I grab his arm and he winces. "You don't get these from nowhere. Where did you go?"

"Your phone was blowing up, so I went to see why. Why do you owe so many people money?"

I release his arm, standing up. "I don't. I won my money fair and square in racing, and they don't want to accept that I'm just better. Why do you think my phone's nearly always on silent?"

He looks down before pulling it out. I didn't even realize I didn't have it.

He unlocks it and pulls it up. "Suga, they said this."

I take the phone and see all of the texts I had gotten just last night, right after I went to bed.

Text chat:

Unknown number: You fucker, you'd better be ready for what we'll do to you (Read-12:02am)

Unknown number: Give us that money or we'll make you pay (Read-12:02am)

Unknown number: We'll kill you. (Read-12:05)

"Once I read them, they started sending more, even calling my phone. I don't know how they even found mine. So, I decided that it would be better to just give them some release."

I grip my phone so hard that the edges dig into my palm. "On you?"

"I'm fine. You would have died. They had guns, Suga. The only reason I'm not dead is because I'm not you!"

I kneel next to him quickly with a large thud. "I would rather die than make you get hurt for me. Stop. You've gone through enough."

"Why did you wake me up, anyway?"

Finally, a lighter subject.

"I made ramen in home ec today. I thought you would want some."

He smiled a square smile, seemingly to make me forget about his arms. "Yes, please!"