Prize of the Gang War - a BTS fan fiction

Suga's Soft Side

The drive was long, about an hour but I realised he was just driving around the city, taking in it all as the lights whent on and the sun whent down.
It was beautiful, but only if you were looking up and had you windows up.
Looking down at the streets meant you saw homeless people and dumb men in suits walking away instead of helping.

Note to self: go help these people one day! Bring them food or something! Don't just watch this shit happen...

Once the sun is nearly completly set, Yoongi pulls up beside a large building that has a 'for lease' sign out the front of it.
He gets out and stands on the walk path, waiting for me to follow.

I'm still confused as to why we are here so I step out cautiously.
His face is blank face as he's had ever since we've left the cafe.

He swipes a card onto a pad outside the building and it all comes to life.
The doors open and lights turn on in the lobby.
He walks in like he owns the place, which, I guess he does since he has the key...

He walks towards an elevator to. The left of a large desk.
The whole place is modern, just back a few years. It looks like something that would be top shit in two thousand and three.

He clicks the elevator button and the doors instantly open. He steps inside and I follow, not really asking any questions but trying to make it obvious with my body language that I want to know what he's thinking and why we're here.

He clocks the botton to take us to the top floor and stands next to me, close.
"This used to be our base. We used to live here and everything but one day we were found out by a pretty powerful gang that we used to piss off in our early days. We had to skip town. It was okay, really. We needed to upgrade anyway."

He's not looking at me directly, just through the mirror at surrounds the elevator, but I look at him. I have a feeling this is his baby steps to opening up to me. I like it...
He eventually looks me in the eyes before smiling.
It's a sincere smile, the kind you wish you saw on people more often.

We stand in comfortable silence for a while until the elevator stops on the top floor and we're let out onto small hallway before a large, oak door.
He taps the same card on a scan pad next to the handle and the door opens to show a huge penthouse with a wall that is just pure window, looking put on the city lights.

The place is beautiful and clean, but only if first look. When I squint around the room, I see what must've been a shootout.
There are holes in the ground and one pane of glass looks as if it's never been touched by anything.
Somethings are just too new to have been here before...

I decide not to ask about it, realising that he kind of already told me. They pissed off a powerful gang and they got revenge.
I get it. Sort of...

He walks over to a couch that is white leather and I'm going to guess not there before they left because I don't see 'I remember this couch, this was my home...' eyes. I just see him looking at a couch before taking a seat and looking out into the city lights, thinking.

I am are a seat next to him, silent, letting him think.
He looks so peaceful. So beautiful. It's hard to think I ever thought of him as a pervert...
Just as I'm thinking this he pulles me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist so that I can't get up.
I huff in frustration and I swear, I can hear him smirking.

He doesn't move his arms and we sit for a while, me still trying to get comfortable in his arms and him giving me time to. But when I finally settle down it's nice, I even rest my head on his shoulder.

"I was six when my mother died."
His voice is low, like he's scared of scaring me and breaking all at once. I let him speak. Promising both myself and him I won't say a word.

"My father was struck with grief of course but still managed to find someone new. It would make her happy, my mother, but the new woman wasn't kind. She changed all my father's morals."

His voice had a fiery tone, as if he gets mad just thinking about it. His grip tightens slightly, becoming more vice like than friendly.
He notices and loosens himself, relaxing. He takes a deep breath.
"When I turned thirteen, I was diagnosed with depression."

This catches me off guard and I desperately want to say something but I bite my tongue.
Don't say a word, he's being kind enough to tell you his story. Listen...

"Back then, all I had was my music, I loved Hip Hop and rapping, playing piano and just making music. I loved it so much that one day, I left. My father no longer supported me and his wife took every chance she saw to put me down and feel worthless.
One day I was on the streets, it's where I did most of my performances. I saw Namjoon in the crowd. I didn't know who he was but he said he was interested in my music, asked me if I wanted to work with him."

His voice is light in the sense of a happy memory. Just thinking about his family and his music makes him do happy.
It's so cute! I'm so glad he's opening up to me...

"We did work together. He's a damn good rapper and has a great ear for music. I met Hoseok through him and we'd all work together. What I didn't know was that these two had more than just music connecting them..."

I'm so intrigued, I feel like I'm hanging on his every word. I turn my head to look at him slightly but his eyes are closed in memory, like he's reenacting everything that happened in this part of his life.

"I had known them for about a year and they would help me pay rent sometimes. I asked how they got the money, they'd say it was from Joon's family business. It sounded solid and they never faltered. I trusted them so much that I never asked any questions. One day though, they came to me for help. Namjoon was shot in the shoulder and they couldn't go to the hospital, they were wanted criminals after all."

I feel my eyes go wide. I shouldn't be shocked. These boys might be smart, but they're still in a gang, this stuff happens...

"I met Jin that night because he was the only medic they could trust enough and used my flat as a base while Namjoon healed up. They had to explain everything to me and then there was the option. Kill me, or let me join. I had been with them long enough, all they had to do was train me. It was odd at first, holding a gun, learning to hack into places but they found I was good with stealth and explosives, so I took to that."

He finishes and we sit in silence for I while and I take everything in.
I have questions, but I decided not to ask most of them, not wanting to push it.
I can tell it was hard for him to open up to me like that, so I think of a way to thank him without using words.
I decide to turn my head and kiss his cheek, just lightly.

His eyes widen, he turns to look me in the eyes in shock.
"Thank you, Yoongi. For telling me your story..."

He gives me a slight but sincere smile, one that means 'don't mention it' and he nuzzles my shoulder with his nose before resting his chin on me.
And we sit there, not saying anything, but being totally comfortable.

This is nice, being with him is nice...
I think as we sit there.
I don't know how much time passes, but eventually I feel my stomach rumble in a desperate call for food.
I blush but he just gives out a small chuckle.

"Should we get some food then?"
He asks and I nod before we get up and head out to the car.

He taps the card once more after we exit the building and the lobby lights flash off and we make our way to the car, picking up Korean BBQ take away before we go home, sitting on my bed, holding each other before we fall asleep in each others arms.

I could fall for this boy...
I think as I doze off, the sound of his soft breath a whispering lullaby.

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