Love Yourself: Suga | The Last

Sixteen

It's when the ride stops that everything around us suddenly starts up. The worker girl, who ran off to find her phone, also apparently took some time to gather a crowd of other screaming fangirls. So now not only is there one extremely excited girl, but a crowd that is surrounding her as well.

Suga notices too and immediately groans, sinking into his seat further. "For fuck's sake," he mutters under his breath. He presses his hat down on his head, trying to cover up his entire face. "I'm so sorry, Hana."

I can feel my stomach flip as camera lights start flickering in our direction. Their screams get louder and I too sink lower into the seat. The worker girl lunges forward from the crowd, a crazy wide smile on her face as she reaches us.

"Suga! I got it!" She screams, hastily unlocking the seat so that we can step down. She holds up her phone, waving it in Suga's covered face. "I got my phone! I told you I'd get my phone! It's time for that picture you promised!"

Suga doesn't look up as he gets off the ride. He holds his hand out for me to take as I awkwardly climb out, but as soon as both of my feet are on solid ground, he drops his hold of my hand.

I don't know what to do in this situation. The crowd of people is only held back by the gate that goes around the ride. There's so many people, but their faces are all lost behind the constant flashes of cameras. I duck my own head down to try and shield my face from them all.

"Say cheese!" The worker girl yells. She suddenly wraps her arm around Suga and leans in close to him as she takes a picture. I watch disgusted as Suga doesn't react to any of it and she just continues flashing picture after picture.

"Excuse me," he mutters when she finally releases him. She's got her gaze on her phone and I glance over to see her posting on twitter.

I have half the mind to reach over and grab her phone. She can't post anything if her phone is broken into a bunch of different pieces on the ground. Maybe that'll teach her a lesson on human courteousy.

"Hana," Suga calls me, moving back to my side. He grabs my arm, right under my elbow, and starts walking towards the crowd at the gate. "Stick close to me," he mumbles under his breath, just low enough for me to hear.

"Okay," I say back, trying my best to not trip over my own feet.

The crowd parts just a bit as Suga opens the gate. Immediately we are swarmed from every angle. Cameras flash and I have to stare at the ground to avoid being blinded by them. I can feel hands touching me, shoving me, and pulling me in various directions. Suga's grip on my arm doesn't loosen as he walks determinedly through the group of people.

"Suga! Suga! Over here! Look over here!"

"Who's this girl?! Is she your date?!"

"Where are the others?!"

"SUGA LOOK OVER HERE PLEASE. SUGA!"

Suga continues to push his way through the crowd, ignoring the calls. I look up just as someone reaches over and yanks the hat off of his head. His head jerks upwards, glaring around for a split second, before dropping back down to the floor. The girl who grabbed the hat immediately starts screaming, jumping up and down as if she just won a prize. The people around her also try to take it, but she clutches it close to her.

What the fuck is wrong with people?  I think to myself as Suga pulls me forward more, his pace picking up. Why can't you all give him space?

Another hand wraps around my arm and I'm suddenly jerked in a different direction. Suga's grip on me slips as I'm pulled away from him. A bunch more hands immediately grab me, yanking me away from Suga. I feel my breath hitch as I panic, glaring around me at the people touching me.