Detective Suga

Rich - 8

"There is no way I'm going to let you come to my house," Suga states, his arms crossed over his chest, looking at Jimin. It was extremely weird that the secretary at his own work was going to come to his house.

Oof, it sounded like a wattpad fiction where the boss and secretary fall in love, except he wasn't the boss. If he was still the boss, maybe that could apply, but then again he could probably actually be dead right now.

"Then you shouldn't have bought the noodles." Jimin mirrors Suga's action, crossing his arms as well. Except he looked like an adorable bean while Suga looked extremely hot.

Suga was more concerned about Jimin finding out about his true identity. He might have moved from his birthplace a long time ago, but there could be some traces that might reveal that he's Min Yoongi.

"I can't take you to my house." He says, and turns on his heel.

"Why not?" Jimin pesters, wanting noodles and to get a ride out of the older.

Suga turns back around. "Um... my friend and his boyfriend are staying there for the night. Can't go there unless you want to hear some unholy noises." Suga makes a disgusted face, picturing Taehyung and Jungkook. Thank the aliens that they weren't actually in his house. "I guess that's goodbye. Bye another brand of noodles, I guess."

A cool breeze ran through the parking lot, as Suga started up his car, ignoring Jimin's stare. He seemed deep in thought as he watched Suga sit behind the steering wheel.

With a satisfying click, Suga puts on his seatbelt because 'Safety First Kids.' Suga chuckles at the thought, and then almost screams when Jimin's face appears next to the window.

"Come to my house then."

The older blinks.

WHAT?!?

"HEH?" Suga asks, not believing what he heard. Did the hot-headed secretary just invite him to his house?

"I'll come pick up my car later, let's go." Jimin says and opens the car door.

"W-wait. Why should I come to your house?" Suga asks while gripping the steering wheel.

"Because noodles."

Suga groans. "What if I just gave you the noodles right now? Would I not have to come to your house?"

Jimin stares deep into Suga's eyes, and laughs menacingly.

Looks like the usual, rude Jimin was back.

"Don't like socializing, don't you? Well, if you don't come, I'll make sure Boss will fire you. Plus, I'm really good at digging up dirt so you will listen to me, Min Suga. Now move over. I'm driving."

Suga gulps. "U-uh okay then," he mutters, and scoots over. The only thing running through his mind is how bad it would be if Jimin discovered he was Min Yoongi, unless he already knew that. After all, he did claim to be good at finding secrets.

Of course he had to be the one with his life on the line. It was stressful, but sometimes the adrenaline was worth it.

Jimin smirks as he sits down in the chair, happy that he got what he wanted. Without a word, he turns the radio on and turns up the volume.

The rest of the drive goes by in silence, as Jimin feels triumphant for making Suga obey to him while Suga is worried about being caught.

———

The car rolls to a stop in front of a pair of elegant silver gates. The headlights revealing the little sparkles that shimmered within the polished coating. Behind it, stood a magnificent mansion, with gold walls and glass doors. The cream colored paint made it come to life and with the golden sunlight beating down on it, it seemed to shine.

"You live here?" Suga breathes, taking in the mesmerizing dwelling. 

Jimin chuckles. "What did you think I lived in? I'm the secretary of D Min Enterprise, Suga."

Suga just shakes his head. "No, I kind of had an idea that you would probably live in maybe a townhouse, but really, I wasn't expecting something like this."

Jimin just laughs, and rolls down his window to punch in the security code. With a beep and a click, the gates slowly swing open. The car drives forward smoothly, entering. Jimin steers the car left as Suga sat glued in his seat, still in awe. After reaching the large parking lot filled with expensive cars, Jimin swiftly parks it and unbuckles his seat belt.

"Wow, you rich rich, huh?" The older says, unbuckling his seat belt as well. 

Jimin just rolls his eyes, but giggles. 

Suga's heart hurt; the younger was back to being a softie again. He gets out of the car, following Jimin.

"If you were this rich, why didn't you just ask the cooks in your house to make you ramen?" Suga questions, baffled by his actions back in the convenience store. Plus, why would a rich man like him be in the convenience store in the first place?

"Mm, I don't know, maybe I just wanted to annoy you and show off my house to you?" 

Suga stops walking, and crosses his arms. The younger turns around to find him glaring at him. 

The sight was so funny to Jimin that he laughed so hard that his knees gave away and he was crouched up like a ball in the middle of the road. "Oh my god, I was just kidding, d-don't be so mad!" 

Suga just rolls his eyes. "But tell me, why did you bring me here?"

Jimin freezes for a second, and that didn't go unnoticed by Suga, but he answers quickly. "I want to fix things between us. I know we aren't the friendliest to each other, so why not, you know?"

Suga stares at him.

"Are you suggesting that we should be friends?"

Jimin gulps. "U-uh, yeah."

"And why should I?"

The younger looks down, avoiding Suga's gaze. "Can I tell you inside please?"

"Hmph, okay." Suga grumbles. He didn't understand why the younger suddenly wanted to be friends with him after trying to curse him out and give him the most disgusting attitude everyday. He used to act like he owned Suga, but now he basically tricked him into trying to form a friendship.

"Whatever it is, I'll be keeping an eye on you," he whispers to himself. 

"Also, I'm richer than you."