Detective Suga

Colors - 4

Another morning consists of getting coffee and driving to the dreadful company he used to own for Suga. The company used to be better when he was the CEO, but the memories of his life back births severe dysphoria. With heavy feet, he climbs out of his car, grabbing his bag with him. He takes a sip of his bitter coffee, and walks across the parking lot filled with cars.

When he reaches the black doors, his hand lingers on handle. Anticipation fills his heart and stomach as he feels them pound. He could hear blood rushing in his ears, making him feel a little dizzy.

He stands there, listening to the wind around him as he tries to calm first day jitters. The place brought back childhood memories that he tried so hard to forget.

The chilling wind relaxes his nerves, and he finally gets the courage to turn the handle, and sees Jisoo's smiling face beaming at him. "Good morning Suga."

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Suga sighs, filling out paperwork and calculating prices quickly. Thoughts ran through his head, none of them related to what he was doing. If he had known he would've ended up in the same place, he would've let himself get killed. He was reliving what he 'died' for. But Yoongi must remain dead, and only Suga should stay alive.

He finishes some of the paper work and walks out to go get some water. Walking down the long hallway, he reaches the staircase and goes down it. He fiddles with his tie while thinking about the last time he has been here.

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"Mommy! Look at the new toy Suran got me!" The little boy squeals, and starts to cling onto his mother's skirts. His mouth forms a gummy grin, so adorable that no one can ignore him. Unfortunately, the mother resisted, a little too much.

"Go away Yoongi. Mommy has to do work." She pinches the little boy's elbow so hard that it turns purple, and tugs him off. The little boy pouts, his hands turning into fists as he starts to pound the floor. "But Mommy! I want to play with you and Daddy!"

The mother lets out a long sigh before raising her voice to shout. "Suran! Come get Yoongi!"

At the mention of his caretaker's name, Yoongi starts bawling and screaming, and attaches himself onto his mother's skirt again, his snot smearing all over it. The mother screeches in disgust and pulls the boy off.

The sound of the caretaker's footsteps could be heard, along with her huffing from running so far. The mother gives her a dirty look before giving an order. "Make sure he stays out of our way before dinner time. At dinner time he needs to be properly dressed and ready before anyone else. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." She bows her head and picks up Yoongi, who thrashes in her arms, screaming. "I want to play with Mommy!"

The mother squints at the five year old with disgust. "Well, Yoongi, Mommy doesn't want to play with you." She snarls, and turns on her heel to leave Yoongi sobbing into Suran's chest.

"Suga? Is that you?" Jimin's voice breaks Suga out of his trance. The mint haired man turns around to see the orange haired man squinting at him. "What are you doing here in the middle of the hallway?"

Suga swallows. "I j-just came to get some water."

Jimin laughs, but it's harsh and angry. "Who said you could leave your office?"
He grits out, once again back with his harsh demeanor.

Suga huffs, and crosses his arms over his chest. "Oh, so now I can't even take a drink of water?" He's now annoyed that the mint haired man is bossing him around.

Jimin snickers. "You can, but only if you ask me first."

"I have to ask you for fucking permission to drink water?! What if I'm dying from dehydration, do I still have to ask you if I get water?" Suga snarls, done with his stupid rule. Jimin being rude was something he could handle, but taking away his right to drink water? Not happening.

Jimin's eyes darken into slits, his hands forming fists. "You listen to me, or you'll be punished," he growls, but Suga didn't give him any reaction whatsoever. It reminded Jimin that Suga was the one coworker that didn't tremble in fear when he talked to them. The mint haired just had an annoyed and disgusted expression on his face, and just stared back at Jimin.

Jimin knows Suga thinks he bluffing. He could read it in those eyes covered up in a layer of hidden laughter. He yanks him by the collar, pulling their faces so close that their noses were almost touching. Suga places his hands on Jimin's shoulders, ready to throw hands if Jimin tries anything. He was an undercover detective after all.

"You don't believe me, do you?" Jimin laughs, looking deep into Suga's eyes. Suga gulps, afraid that Jimin would recognize him, but the orange haired man was more focused on getting a reaction out of Suga. Feeling an ounce of triumph when he sees Suga's Adam's apple bob, he pushes his face more further into the mint haired man's face.

His eyes roam the latter's face, observing the clean skin and perfectly managed facial hair on his face. He could barely see the distinct line of dark makeup around the mint colored hairline but he still catches it, and smirks. After all, he didn't have two different jobs for no reason. "Hmm," he hums. "Let's see. Your face is literally flawless. Maybe, I could fix that, you know? Add in some black and purple colors with my fist? Wouldn't you look like a masterpiece, then?" Jimin laughs, although he is utterly disgusted at what he said. He sounded like a psychopath, and mentally facepalms himself for sounding so.

"You touch me, my fist will be making hella paintings on your face, stomach, and legs," he growls, and then spits on Jimin's face. Jimin stumbles back with his hands on his face, completely taken back by the action. Suga takes this opportunity to sprint away, leaving Jimin to fume by himself.

"You will pay for this, Suga," he whispers, watching the mint haired man disappear into his office, hands curled into fists. "Everyone will."

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y'all must've realized this by now but suga has slight anxiety.