Detective Suga

Pretend - 17

Suga was already fast asleep before the sun even dipped below the horizon. He's had a long, eventful day that included dealing with an angsty teen who seemed to have anger issues. His dinner, which was, of course, noodles were left unforgotten on the kitchen counter.

He couldn't bring himself to eat the noodles with wholehearted contempt as usual. Every time he would bring the wooden chopsticks to his lips,
images of Jimin's innocent faces and cute smile would replay, bringing him back to the experience in the mansion.

When the orange haired boy acted like a baby rather than an ignorant man was something that made his stomach flip. Even remembering it heated up Yoongi's chubby cheeks, and he proceeded to slap himself after.

He really needed to erase this from his mind. It was not okay for him to be thinking of a potential murderer as a cute, fluffy baby.

Catching feelings on the job isn't cool, especially if you're a detective.

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"Jimin, I can see that your body is fit from under your shirt. Do you go to the gym often?" Lee Hoseok while stretching his arms above his head.

Jimin gulped. His biceps looked intimidating.

"Yes, sir," he answers, averting his eyes from his trainer. Seriously, what do these body builders eat these days?

"Good. Now Jimin, your father tells me that you can't even hold a gun. Is that true?" Hoseok cocks his eyebrows.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Jimin timidly at his feet. "Um... yes, sir."

Hoseok clicks his tongue. "Look at me when you're speaking to me boy." The stern tone had Jimin snap his head at him in an instant, his small hands in his pockets tremble. If anything, he hated being yelled at. The fear of loud sounds was the mere reason why he couldn't even brush a finger across a gun, more or less shoot it.

"I've been training people from before you were born for various companies, and I can clearly see that you're afraid of me. So first things first - man up, Jimin." Lee Hoseok slowly wraps his arm on Jimin's hard shoulder, feeling his small flinch. "Do you know who your father is? If you are afraid of a simple touch you're not going to survive one day on the job. C'mon, you can do this," the trainer whispers.

All Jimin could hear was the violent undertone in his trainer's voice. No wonder his dad appointed someone so harsh - but really what did he expect? His dad was going to stop being soft on him at one point. His father finally assumed he was losing his gentleness, when it was actually the opposite - the weed of sadness roots deeper into his soul as he's more lonely. With fear pooling into the pit of his stomach, Jimin looks up at his trainor.

"Okay, sir. I will do my best to make my father proud." Jimin juts his jaw, voice lacking emotion. He'll do this for his father, pretending to be strong until he makes his father beam with pride.

Until then, he's going to have to rip his emotions out of his soul, the same way he does at work. Except when he's alone with Suga; at least he felt somewhat comfortable around him to be his true self. As much he hated it, the act he was putting up was ruining the one person who's gotten to see him when he's vulnerable. A person who didn't disgustedly glare at him for being affectionate.

He really missed being pecked with love, like when he was a small child. Endless amount of hugs and kisses were given to him by his family, their family friends and his friends.

As the years went on, they slowly started to lessen, and affectionate gazes turned into displeasing eyes. He stopped asking for hugs and sat stringed without emotion in front of people who suddenly applauded his father for raising a strong man.

Jimin whips his head toward Lee Hoseok, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I'm not scared of you anymore," he growls.

Hoseok jumps back in surprise, and then smirks. "Well, we went through lesson one fast. That's all we'll do for today then." He pats his back, noticing how Jimin's muscles don't tense from fear anymore, but from anger. "I'll tell your father that you're a quick learner, and your first trace of fear has been erased," he winks.

Gathering his clip board, he smiles at Jimin, but it doesn't quite match with his unreadable eyes. "Keep up with the nice body, I can see you doing well in your dad's business." Jimin watches as Hoseok struts to the door and walks out. As the door closes, he breaks his posture, falling to his knees, emitting a quiet thud. Body shaking, he sobs. Letting out the black tornado that was resting in his stomach through salty tears, the anger materializing into sadness.

Pretending is so hard.

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lee hoseok is wonho from monsta x (idc if he left ot7 for life)