Crossing The Line / Suga /BTS / MYG 18+ one shot

Suga gets personal

I'm alone in my room at night scrolling through social media when I get a message on Twitter from an unknown contact.

DM: Read your story on wattpad, were you on MV set of Daechwita?

I Respond: No, I wasn't

DM: Then how do you know so many details about it. I'm sure you must have been there.

I Respond:  I wasn't. Just imagination.

I don't give much thought to the question since I don't know the sender.

DM: I'm sending video. Please open, it's safe...(attached)
I open the link. The video reveals the sender is actually Min Yoongi. He smiles and says, "You wrote about things no one else would know about unless you were there. Give me a number to call you. Now. Please." He smiles and the video ends.

Shocked to see his face, and realize it's really him, I respond with my number.

FaceTime rings and I answer it right away. It's late at night where I am. It's dark in my bedroom but there's enough light from the screen.  His eyes get wide as he sees me and realizes I'm in bed. I'm wearing just an oversized hoodie and black lacy underwear.

Suga looks at the camera surprised, and then he grins "Hi. I didn't realize it would be so late. Where are you?"

I sit at the edge of my bed, aware he can see my bare legs. "I'm in the US. It's 2am."

He looks around his own room, maybe checking to see if the door is shut. "Sorry is it ok to talk?"

I think to myself, it would never not be ok to talk to him... "Sure I'm awake. I'm very awake," I say as I smile at him.

He's definitely looking me over. "I didn't realize you aren't in Korea."

"No I'm not," I laugh. "My profile name might have confused you. It's after a favorite character from a book."

Suga smiles at me. " What's your real name then?"

"It's Anna."

He grins, he's definitely thinking of something that he isn't sharing yet. "How old are you Anna?"

"I'm 23."

He looks surprised. "Really? You don't look 23, prove it, show me an ID."

I set the phone on the desk and walk behind my bed to dig in my purse. He watches me and can see from the angle that I just have panties on under the hoodie and he leans in toward the phone. His eyebrows raise, interested, hoping to see more. I come back to my phone and hold my college ID up to the screen.

"Here, this shows I'm in college. It's my grad school ID. There's my name, that's my picture, and my date of birth." I hold it still and point to each spot. I smile at him from behind the card.  He studies it. But I notice he's looking at my legs below the card. His smile grows.

"Now that I can see you, I know you weren't on my video set. I would not have missed you. How did you know all that stuff you wrote about?"

I drop back down on the bed. "I work on a lot of music videos, I know how they're made," I shrug casually.

His eyes light up. "Are you a dancer? You have the body for it."

I laugh, guessing he's now flirting outright with me. "No I am an assistant on the crew. That's why I wrote about it. I know how to make videos and I can tell how they made yours."

He sits down on his bed. "I liked your story. But it ended before the best part."

"Thanks. I've written a few. But that was the first one I shared, and some don't end at the best part," I raise my eyebrows suggestively.