Detective Suga

Aisle - 7

Ding!

The sound of a notification comes from the vibrating iPhone in Jimin's pocket, indicating that he received a message. The loud sound rackets against the quiet walls, causing everyone to look up at him.

"My bad," he mutters while fingering the rectangular outline of the device in his pocket. Sighing, he gets up from his chair.

"Meeting is dismissed."

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The cool wind against Jimin's forehead refreshens him. He temporarily forgets about all his worries as he runs his fingers through his hair and then pulls out his phone from his pocket.

From: Horse Hyung
Is it just me or have you seen Suga before?

Jimin groans. All Hoseok has been talking about was that Min Suga. The mint haired man who went from an adorable fluff ball to a freaking sex god by just opening his mouth.

But right now, he was angry at Suga for hitting his weakness right on the spot when it came to using his act of harsh anger. It just concealed his insecure, unloved self.

Whatever. Work is work.

To: Horse Hyung
Kind of. Let's talk about this tomorrow.

He pockets his phone and turns on his car, ready to go home. It's been a long week, meetings after meetings.

It's time to get his mind off of things. So, he turns on his radio, ready to listen to some happy songs.

A smile spreads across his face when 'Fancy' by TWICE comes on.

"OH TELL ME I'M THE ONLY ONE, BABY!" He yells, bopping his head to the beat. He cranks the dial up a little more, causing the volume to increase so much that the cars around him can hear the beat pulsing.

Jimin doesn't give a fuck. "I FANCY YOU, I FANCY YOU, I FANCY YOU!"

He continues screaming out the lyrics, ignoring the weird looks he got from the people around him. All he wanted to do was grab some instant-ramen cups and go home.

Reaching the store, he turns down the volume of the radio, which was currently playing 'Boogie Up' by WJSN. Jimin opens up the compartment in the middle of the car, revealing earbuds. With a smile, he pulls out his phone and plugs them in. After putting on his 'happy jams' playlist, he turns the volume all the way up because he was that kind of dude.

He also danced along to it, knowing the moves by heart while opening the glass door.

Many people look at him, some scrunching their nose at his dancing, which was flawless by the way, and some intrigued by his beautiful, good looks.

Jimin, again doesn't give a fuck.

He just wanted some ramen.

Ignoring everyone, he walks through the aisles until he finds the noodle aisle.

The good thing was, there was only one person in the aisle. Jimin didn't want to talk to anyone anyways, so walked into the aisle.

Scanning every item on the shelf, he slowly comes to the realization that his preferred brand of ramen noodles was not in an open space.

It was on the shelf that was top of the man's head.

Jimin's hands started to get clammy and his throat closed up. He might be all rude and mean at work, but that's only because he is obligated to. Besides that, he was a really shy and antisocial person scared of strangers.

So, the orange haired man made the stupid decision of trying to reach over the man's head.

Jimin falls onto the man, who almost fell and knocked down the whole aisle, but the man quickly turns around and slams him on the ground with surprising force, pinning him.

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, terrified for his life. But when he feels the grip loosen and the person's heavy breathing, he opens his eyes with a screech.

"SUGA? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" He yells, not caring that he was in a public place anymore.

Suga narrows his eyes. "You almost made me knock down the aisle, idiot. Why are you even trying to reach over me when you're a midget."

Jimin groans, and gets up off the floor. "I meant your cool karate chop chop move that you just did on me. When did you learn that?"

"It's not karate." Suga says bluntly, and turns around, grabbing the cup of noodles that Jimin reached for.

Knowing this conversation was over, Jimin stands on his tippy toes to reach for his cup noodles, his hands touching nothing.

Eyes widening in realization, he runs after Suga, yelling, "That was my noodles!"

Suga just chuckles, and walks faster towards the cash register.

"Hey, please, can I have it?" Jimin pleads, causing Suga to halt in shock.

"Did you, Park Jimin, just say 'please'?!" He turns to face the younger, his jaw on the ground.

Jimin blushes in embarrassment, completely opposite from his persona at work. "Please, I'm begging you."

Suga just raises his eyebrow. "No."

"Please?" Jimin pouts, trying to use his cuteness to get noodles. Suga on the other hand, knows exactly what he was doing.

"Oops, I'm buying it." Suga turns around to the cash register, handing the cash needed to buy the ramen.

"Suga, I'm coming to your house, and we are gonna share those noodles," comes a threat from the sulking orange headed man behind him.