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

Chapter 35 - Sweet

Btw, just real quick. You changed Jungkook's contact name, but don't freak out. His name just stopped being right after he quit the company, you know?

Suga POV

I laid (Y/N) on my couch, staring at her face. The paramedics had fixed her up, showing me the cut was actually very shallow and not fatal. She would have a concussion and would be out of it for a few days. That was fine with me. I was just glad she didn't die. If she had died, I might have died with her, especially because she would have died for me.

Her phone lit up.

Kookie is calling.

I looked at it, contemplating whether or not to pick it up. I hadn't made a decision by the time the phone's screen darkened again. I looked back to her, her face strangely at peace. I could see she was still breathing, or I might have screamed.

The phone lit up again, catching my attention.

Unknown number is calling.

I picked the phone up, reading the numbers. I recognized them in an instant and picked up, not allowing myself to think. I stayed quiet after I picked up, wondering why the racing boss would be calling her.

"Marvelous job, Shadow. The glide into Agust D's bike was perfectly executed and many people loved it. I'll give you the promised amount when you come to my office. Does tomorrow work?"

I growled into the phone, giving away my identity. "I'll collect that money for her, and you will forget this number."

"Ah, Agust D. The race went well, don't you think? She really risked her life to save your ass."

My grip tightens on the phone. "You will forget this number. I will collect the money tomorrow, and I am never racing again."

He laughs. "Suit yourself. This is all you're good at. Where will you get money once your funds are cut?"

"That's none of your business," I snarl. Then I hang up the phone. I was going to block it, but I stared at the passcode, how it was a keyboard, and decided against it. I was about to set her phone down when the screen lit up again.

Kookie is calling.

I pick up this time, holding the phone to my ear.

"You picked up! Thank god..."

I don't say anything before I hear sobs on the other side, then quiet shushing. I almost don't want to say anything because of the sheer relief in the sobs. I look towards (Y/N), then steel myself.

"Jungkook?" I ask into the phone.

The sobs stop abruptly. "Who is this? Why do you have her phone?! What happened to my sister?!"

"It's Suga... She flipped her bike while racing."

"Where the fuck is she?!" His voice breaks as he asks, "Where is my little sister?"

"She'll be okay. She's sleeping right now. She got a cut that will heal just fine. I promise you, she's fine."

"Where are you? Is she truly safe? Are you lying to me? Because I swear, if you are, I will--"

I hear yells on the other side as he fades away. There's a lot of clattering on the phone, so I pull the phone away and look at it.

"Hello?" a smooth voice asks.

I put it back to my ear. "I'm still here."

"Hey, it's Jimin. Sorry, I had to get the phone away from Jungkook for a moment, before he killed you. Where are you guys?"