Suga is having enough of a shitty day as it is.
He doesn't need to be kidnapped and end back up in the very business he has tried so desperately to run away from.
Especially when he is confronted to a talkative redhead who doesn't seem the least bit...
This is a new little gang au that was previously posted on AO3 (Don't worry it's my story XD)
A few warnings: -English is not my first language so expect some dumb mistakes. -This story involves violence, my ignorant ass talking about guns and fights, seduction, corruption, theft, manipulation and the like. If you do not feel at ease with those subjects, I don't recommend reading the following. -Yoongi's name will not be mentionned as "Yoongi" but "Suga" for a while. Don't worry, this is part of the narrative. This was inspired by the August D mv and it just kind of spiralled out of control from there.
I'm shutting up now and hoping you enjoy :+ Cheers!
PS : My lovely friend Purplesora has translated the fic in Persian (thank you my love). Check it out under the name Agust D 1.
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Suga wakes up suddenly.
The first thing he feels is a strong headache. Might be the booze from last night. Might not.
Second thing he notices is, his hands are tied.
Definitely not the booze.
He pulls on the links, moving in his chair. He really isn't in the mood for a kidnapping or whatever bullshit this is right now.
He stops scraping his wrists against the wooden structure when he feels the floor shake with some kind of vibration no floor should ever experience.
What the fuck?!
It happens a second time and Suga looks around. He is in a house. A shabby, dirty, filled with a shit tone of useless stuff house.
Last time he checked, a house wasn't supposed to move.
A dim light passes through the cracks of the covered windows and Suga squints his eyes, trying to make out his surroundings. There's got to be something he can use.
The walls begin to shake.
Suga stares. That blow to his head must have been stronger than what he imagined.
The light comes in again and finally, Suga spots it.
A knife.
The whole house shakes and the table topples over, the knife falling on the floor.
Suga sighs. He really doesn't want to do this.
He throws his body on the side a couple of times until he falls on the floor. There's a loud crack as the chair breaks.
At this point Suga has had enough. He's hungover, hurting all over, probably from a fight he doesn't remember having, and the muscles of his neck are sore from sleeping with his head hanging over his chest.
