Detective Suga

Calm Down - 5

Blue ink splatters on Suga's shirt as the pen he was using bursts open from the force he was applying on it. It stains the papers he was writing on, smudging with black printer ink. Not realizing that some of the liquid was on his hands, he brings his hands to his face in frustration.

The stress of the place and the mission was too heavy for one man. He would have memories he didn't want to remember as he walked the hallways, and the fear of someone catching him as the Min Yoongi who was the young CEO. Not only would the press be after him but the assassinator will be after him again, and no tricks could be played if he tried to stop them.

The mission he was assigned was to find who killed Min Yoongi, but to Suga, the mission was to find who tried to kill Min Yoongi.

Suga sighs, awaiting for the phone call that Namjoon said he was going to make. Apparently it was important, which made Suga fidget with anticipation and do everything wrong.

He pulls his body out of the swiveling chair and leans over his desk to grab a tissue. It would be no use to even try to erase bright blue from sparkling white, which wasn't so sparking anymore. He just dabs the tissue to get rid of blotches so that the extra ink wouldn't spread, when his cellphone rings.

He drops the tissue on the floor and hurriedly searches his pockets. His fingers grasp the rectangular device and he pulls it out in no time. He slides the green answer button in no time, and presses the phone to his ear.

"Good morning, Detective Suga." Namjoon says with an authoritative tone in his voice.

"Hello, Boss," Suga answers.

Namjoon gets straight to business. "Last time you were here, I noticed you were extremely nervous. Care to explain?"

Suga's heart pounds faster as beads of sweat form on his forehead. "N-no, I'm fine." Fuck, stop stuttering.

"I caught that stutter, Suga. Now tell me, what's wrong?"

Suga was not ready to reveal his secret yet. He just joined Bangtan Agency a month ago, and he wasn't ready to reveal that he, Suga was Yoongi. It would waste the last six months of hard work of learning makeup to change how his face looked like. "Nothing's wrong, Boss," he lies firmly.

"If you say so." A long pause resonates from Namjoon's side, but it breaks again. "I am the Boss, so I can read people better than you, Suga. I know you're bluffing."

"B-bluffing wh-what s-sir?" Suga's neck is drenched, his makeup smudging, but he didn't notice.

"Your feelings toward this mission," Namjoon sighs, and Suga lets out a long breath in relief. "I looked for other detectives to take over your mission but a lot more cases have increased."

An impatient knock on Suga's office door sounds through the office, but Suga is too caught up in his phone call to realize.

"Oh. I'm fine with this job."

"I know you're not, but I tried to look for detectives to take over your mission but there have been a lot more death cases recently so-"

The knock comes again, louder, and Suga finally hears it.

"Hey Namjoon, I will call you later," he drops the formalities so the person on the other side of the door wouldn't hear him.

The door opens with a bang, revealing Jimin who looked furious. Suga rolls his eyes, not bothered one bit by the secretary who looked as if he was going to burst any moment.

"First, you call someone personally during work time, and you don't answer the door when I knock the door the first time?" he growls, and Suga just smiles lightly, enjoying the orange haired man's temper. It was hilarious how his expression didn't suit his soft features. 

"It's just one knock, calm down," he laughs, knowing the words 'calm down' the exact opposite of what they mean.

The next words that emerge from the younger's mouth are shocking. "No, bitch." Jimin sneers, taking slow steps toward Suga.

Suga is taken aback, now getting slightly pissed. "Excuse me?"

"I said, no bitch." Jimin is above the desk, and Suga has to look up to see his face. He didn't like how Jimin was towering over him, so abruptly pushes himself out of his chair to be face to face with him.

"Listen, your bitch-ass attitude doesn't affect me, but when you call me shit like that you just prove to me that you're just a pussy hiding in that rude attitude of yours," he spits, no sympathy or teasing fight left in him. 

Jimin's expression shifts into something different from the anger that was displayed on his face moments before. Suga can visibly see his eyes starting to water, which confuses him because he was just red with anger. "Um, what the hell? Why are you-" 

"WHY ALWAYS ME?" Jimin screams, turning on his heel, forgetting how he was supposed to act. The dam of anger has broke, and now all the insecurities and sad feelings were coming out as a flood. 

"Um, Jimin-"

The secretary slams the door, cutting him off again. Suga sits back down in his swiveling chair, wondering how a man can go from raging to crying with one retort.

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unedited.