Detective Suga

Thoughts - 10

A soft vroom! was the only thing that could be heard as Suga's vehicle speeds down the empty road by the beach side. A dark blue filled the sky, shiny specks of stars spread across it like spilled silver glitter. In the middle stood the moon, with its glorious fullness. Soft crashing of waves could be heard in the distance, so calming that it could probably lull someone to sleep. Unfortunately, the peace could not be spread to Suga's mind racing with thoughts.

He rolls the car to a stop and stares blankly at the scenery.

It was quite dangerous for him to be at the beach at this hour, the waves being high tide at night, but really he's done much more dangerous things. He's literally a detective for fuck's sake, who still ended up being alive after being held gunpoint, blocked an attempted stab in the men's bathroom of a bar, and lazily stuck up the middle finger at the biggest drug lord in Korea when he threatened to get his connections to kill him for throwing him in jail.

The most dangerous thing, was that he was Min Yoongi.

He was very surprised that he wasn't caught yet. He didn't get any type of plastic surgery or anything to change the way he looked and he was on a thin line.

The only one who he was kind of suspicious about knowing the true identity of him was his instructor. The man who taught him how to master masking his identity. Really though, he really thanks him a lot because he's been able to do a really good job of hiding his identity.

Min Suga might be really smart and all, but he's really stupid when it comes to realizing when people are attracted to him. And when they genuinely want to spend time with them.

Park Jimin sitting on his hands, and then his big, innocent chestnut brown orbs looking into his own warm-oak ones.

What the hell does that mean?

Why was putting his hands under his ass the first option he thought of?

He was pretty shit at psychology and understanding why people did the things they did. But all he felt was frustration, annoyed at the fact why he didn't know why his stupid body reacted the way it did.

As soft as it was, he felt his stomach goo up and warmth spread from his fingertips to his face.

What does that mean?

But you have to remember, Jimin looked pretty fine the whole time. So you're probably over thinking all of this shit right now.

Coming to that conclusion, he settles that it meant nothing. All it was that a bratty kid made him feel like some sort of pervert, so he just walked out.

Yup, that was all it was.

The revs up the engine, and drives home.

———

Park Jimin was anything but fine.

Tears streak down his cheek as his noodles laid untouched on his desk. He was just a bundle of blankets, sinking further and further into the comforting softness of his bed with each sob.

He was lonely, again.

He tried so much to have Suga around, ignoring the stupid jumps in his chest his heart would do every time the mint haired male was around. All he wanted was to be in his company.

It was ironic that Suga was working under Jimin, but all puns aside, he was just wanted to be around.

Not even kiss him, or cuddle with him really. The secretary of D Min had his eyes on him already, so therefore he was off limits.

He just wanted one friend, one fucking friend who genuinely liked him. Being rich didn't buy you friends, they bought you gnats who pretended to like you so they could use his credit card.

Jimin saw right through all of their acts, but he still kept them by, needing some kind of attention that his family never gave him because of 'business plans.'

Suga didn't show any type of expression when he showed him his house. He was a little shocked at first, but he in fact told him not to bother the chefs and do the work himself.

That really says something, because no one who he's ever brought to his house treated the servants like slaves.

There's a fine line between people working for you and requesting kindly to do things for you and paying them for it, and verbally abusing to silence them and forget the fact that they are human and have feelings as well.

Something about Suga made him realize that the said male might not be just a short angry man who gets so easily triggered when people boss him around. He definitely made him open his eyes up about himself; when he felt weak or didn't get his way he would snap and be extremely rude, but when he was around people he was comfortable with he would be a soft ball of fluff.

Why was his mind thinking about this? He didn't even know.

But what happens when people are alone is that they think about all the flaws in themselves, and how they wish to be someone better so others could attract people.

But then, there would be no point because their true self would be revealed at some point, right?

A soft knock sounded on the door, breaking Jimin out of his thoughts. Quietly, the male mumbles a "Come in."

His butler looks at him with pitying eyes, but doesn't say anything regarding puffy eyes and blotched face. It wasn't his business and it would be considered an invasion of privacy if he did that. "Dinner will be served in ten minutes, Master Park," he says.

"Okay," he croaks. "I'll get ready soon."

Satisfied, the butler nods his head and closes the door.

Tentatively, Jimin picks the covers off of him and reluctantly slides out of his bed. He doesn't want to go and dinner, the great amount of food being nothing he deserved.

Waddling over to his bathroom, he switches on the lights to see his reflection staring right at him. Bloodshot eyes, pale cheeks and disheveled hair screamed how vulnerable he truly was. He couldn't just show it to his parent, unless he wanted to be made a fool of in front of everyone in the household.

Jimin turns on the sink and set it to cold water, splashing it on his face.

Pathetic.

He dries it, patting softly so his face's condition won't get worse.

Lonely.

Grabbing his comb, he runs it through his hair, fixing it neatly.

Bitch.

Jimin drops the comb on the floor, not caring how unsanitary that would be. His hands fly to his face where he bites them and releases an ear-splitting scream.

However, no one heard him. Everyone had well functioning ears of course, but no one heard him. Why? Because people only heard the things like.