My Love is a Star (BTS Suga Fanfiction)

65. Sorry

SUGA'S POV

"Boo!" I flinched and she burst out laughing, collapsing to the ground.

So that was some kind of joke? I can't believe she just made a fool out of me.  I feel my ears burning red.

Well, I'm not gonna back down just yet.

She was still lying on the ground; her hands clasping her stomach in so much laughter. I caught her off-guard by hovering on top of her. She swiftly tried to get up but I pinned her hands to the soft earth underneath her.

"Let's see if you can still laugh after this."

I hesitated for a split second but acted on impulse anyways. I planted a kiss on her lips and pulled back quickly. Seeing her without any reaction, I attempted to kiss her again; slowly and lingering this time.

And. She. Let. Me.

But she didn't return the kiss.

I looked at her in the eye and was anticipating a slap at any second but she just stared back at me and said, "Are you done?"

She grabbed her hands off my grasp and stood up brushing off pieces of grass from her clothes. She took off leaving me hastily catching up behind her.

I feel ashamed of myself but I have no regrets at all. In fact, I'm in euphoria at the moment. She let me have that kiss! Normally, any other girl would cry out loud just to pull away. But she, she remained still - which could imply that she might have wanted it too!

I devilishly smiled. But I took myself out of my dirty thoughts and focused on how I could pull off the rest of my master plan.
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"Wait up! Hey! Wait up Rozie. Come on!"

She walked rapidly seeming deaf to every word I just said. I grabbed onto her arm and pulled her to a stop but she swiftly pulled her arm away; her angry eyes burning on me.

"Look." I panted. "You started the game. I just played along." I raised my hands in innocent surrender.

"I was bluffing but that doesn't give you any right to kiss me like that."

Then what kind of kiss would you want then? I questioned in my head. Saying that aloud would make her rip me into pieces.

"Well, you let me." Wait.  What did I say about thinking before I speak? Because that sounded very much like an asshole.

"If you think you could treat me like one of your bitches then you're wrong!" Tears started to fill her eyes.

"You are so wrong!" She turned her back on me as she wiped the tears away.

Damn. I did it again.

"Whatever reasons you have for being here, just take it back to Seoul with you."

"Rozie.."

People from behind started bustling their way between and all around us; in a hurry to catch the green light to cross the street.  She cocked her head to the side just enough for me to see what's left of the tears on her cheek.

"You got your way around by yourself. I'm sure you'd find your way back to where you came from."

It took a moment for me to absorb what she just said. It came out like a mumble or was I just not ready to digest any of it?

By the time I blinked, she was already on the other side of the street. I tried to catch up to her but the cars started running from left to right.

"Fuck!" I flew a punch to the air. I tried to sweep through the crowd on the other side, hoping she'd still be there but she wasn't.

I wanted to punch the fucking post. This is so frustrating!

I badly struggled not to scream my anger out. I'm not from here so I couldn't care less if these people think I'm crazy. But I gritted my teeth anyway. I placed my hands on top of my head as I put myself in one piece.

I looked at the traffic lights as I waited impatiently for these fucking cars to stop. I feel sick to the pit of my stomach.

How do I fix this? How do I fix this?

Should I call the guys? No. No.  I'm sure those shitheads are on the tips of their toes right now. I don't wanna add up to the stress.

I squeezed my mind for any bright idea I just might come up with. But the light bulbs seemed to be too stupid to function.

The pacing vehicles have finally halted but I remained frozen. A guy bumped onto me from behind, glaring at me like I was some kind of an idiot, and the word he blurted out definitely validated he was thinking that way of me.

I could vent out my rage on to him if I want to. Gago, he said? I'm not much of a linguist but I know exactly what that means. I'm not even close to being one. I can write a song in minutes and come up with the right beats to come along with it. Heck, I'm the mastermind of BTS! Which is why I don't understand how can she dumb me off like this!!

I walked along the pedestrian lane not feeling both of my feet on solid ground.

Why couldn't I just say "I'm Sorry?"

To be continued...