You decide to enjoy the last few minutes of this twinkling chilly night until you go to battle in Seoul. You're aware that Suga's observing you, but it doesn't bother you. Meanwhile, the funny magician has taken to performing some more active tricks, like the cliched dove out of the hat trick. The poor bird drives a squealing Rhea into your stomach. You lose your balance for a bit - but Suga catches you by your shoulders.
"Gwenchana?" he asks automatically, "I mean-"
"Gwenchana," you reply, making him laugh.
He lets go of your shoulders but lets you lean against him ever so slightly for a few seconds. The crowd is packed close together, a little pocket of warmth.
"Drop us off at the office," you inform him in the car. Rhea is asleep once again while you're racing towards Seoul.
"Now? What's happening?" he asks.
Well, it wouldn't hurt to tell him something. "My - old manager is here. So is my mother."
He doesn't say anything, sensing some tension. So you carry on.
"We're not on the best of terms," you explain, "see - I'm not that normal. Or I guess, I am normal since having such BS in our life is the normal..."
He chuckles. "Will you be alright then? Can't you meet them all tomorrow?"
You watch him with some interest. What's with the concern?
"I'm tired, but I've been through worse situations," you answer, failing to inject any energy into that statement. "It's inevitable. I might as well ruin tonight and sleep on it rather than ruin a fresh morning."
"I understand. Later, if you need a place to scream, try the recording room on the fourth floor," he suggests.
"Of course, I'll take shelter in your cave," you snort. "Anyway, how was lunch with your parents?" you ask.
"Ah, it was as it normally is. They ask questions, I give half-answers, we laugh, I get scolded for not eating enough, not answering enough calls, -"
"- you really eat like a bird though,"
"I do, don't I," he contemplates a minute but doesn't say more.
You let it go. What does it matter anyway? Today was a good day, but it doesn't mean you're best friends or anything else for that matter. Monica's phone call, if anything, reminds you that life is unpredictable and troublesome. You're too tired to invest in anything or anyone right now. You wish you could just sleep for a long time with the memory of all the fun you just had...
"Oi. OI. Get up. I'm not your pillow," Suga's voice enters your fuzzy consciousness.
"What...who...what?" you murmur. You're resting against someone's arm. Oh god. You jerk away from him. He throws a neck pillow at you.
"Don't spit on it," he snaps.
"Huh? Why would I - oh, you mean drool. Ugh," you suddenly wonder if he's ever drooled on it.
"Why are you being so possessive? Is this the one you bought at Incheon mall for - what was it, 30,000 won?" you ramble while considering whether the neck pillow is hygienic enough to use.
Suga stares at you. "Ottokhe - how do you know about that? And this is new - seriously, this woman -"
You put it around your neck and settle in snugly. "Did I talk about it online?" he talks to himself. "Do you watch my edits online?"
You snort at the sneaky pleasure hidden in his tone.
"I don't need to. I'm surrounded by BTS fans," you close your eyes, "now let me sleep, I've got a long night ahead."
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Pop Star || Yoongi x Reader
Fanfiction[Short Chapters] Being a pop star means you've got to be on your best behaviour at all times. But what happens when you end up dissing Kpop in front of the biggest Kpop stars in history? Suga thinks you're fickle when he first meets you - though it...
