Love Yourself: Suga | The Last

Fifteen

Suga pulls up to the front of the apartment right at fifteen minutes. It's kind of staggering to see him driving himself around. It makes him seem so normal and not some mega superstar.

Tae and Jimin wave from the front door as Suga hops out of the car to meet me on the passenger side. I stand awkwardly on the sidewalk, watching as he half jogs around the car.

"Wow," he looks at me. "You look beautiful."

I feel my cheeks heat as I drop my gaze to the floor. Jimin had found a long sleeve red shirt for me to wear from his closet. He said it was too tight on him and so it was never worn. It has beautiful gold embroidery on the hems and hugs my body tightly. If I was super skinny or fit I would feel more comfortable, but the tight fabric just honestly makes me feel fat. Jimin and Tae swore that it actually looks nice on me and refused to let me change out of it; so I had to build up the courage to keep it on.

Fortunately though, they let me keep my own dark pants on. Tae made me tuck my shirt in and complained when I repeatedly untucked it, so he gave me one of his belts and commanded me not to take it off. My black worn out sneakers look out of place, but they're the only shoes I have and none of the guys wear a small enough size for me to wear.

Suga wears a dark shirt and black jeans. His classic blonde hair cuts across his forehead and he smiles when I meet his gaze. Something in my stomach flutters as he opens the passenger car door for me.

"Make sure you bring her back alive!" Jimin yells from the doorway. He gives us a wide smile, his eyes crinkling. "You got that?"

I get in the car and Suga leans against the door. "Yeah, yeah I got it. Anything else, mother?" He teases.

"Bring me back some snacks!" Jungkook adds, joining Tae and Jimin. He waves at us and I raise my hand to wave back. "You know which kind I like."

"I shouldn't have asked," Suga mutters under his breath, just low enough for me to hear. I can't help but giggle at his little frown on his face. "It's like having three children sometimes," he tells me.

Suga shuts the door and says a couple more things to the guys before joining me in the car. The other guys wave their last goodbyes and shout incoherent things as he starts driving away. The wide smiles on their faces make me nervous and I fidget with the hem of my sleeves. I'll have to remind myself to thank Jimin and Tae for letting me wear clothes that hide my scars.

I settle myself into the seat, trying to seem passive and indifferent. The last thing I want to do is give off just how nervous I am, especially when Suga is sitting there more composed than I can ever hope to achieve. He drives easily with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on his lap.

We drive around a bit and I stare out of the passenger window. The car is silent with the lack of music, but it doesn't bother me. I wonder if it bothers him.

"So where are we going anyways?" I ask him.

"Well I haven't eaten yet, so I figured dinner. Unless you aren't hungry. Did you eat anything today?"

"I mean does popcorn count? Because I ate a lot of that."

He chuckles, glancing at me quickly to give me an amused look. "No, I don't think that counts as a meal at all."

"Then dinner sounds good."

"Perfect, I know just the place," he says simply.

I sit back in my seat and breathe out. Relax, Hana. Relax. I let my eyes shut briefly as I take in the moment.

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Suga pulls into a small parking lot. There are multiple restaurants here, all of them little shops that probably hold about thirty people at max. He parks in front of a ramen shop and before I can open my own door, he's already run out and opened it for me.