Oblivion - Suga

I woke up on the couch, curled cosily against my boyfriend and blinked my eyes sleepily. I shifted, propping myself up onto one elbow to look down at him.

Suga was still asleep but stirred at my movement, frowning adorably. I looked around, my sleepiness ebbing away to nothing; the apartment was quiet. I was bored.

Suga snored softly and my eyes snapped down to his face again, sleep was one of his favourite things. A small mischievous smile crept its way across my lips.

"Yoongi," I whispered, bringing my lips right to his ear and he stirred again, groaning in protest.

"Yooongiii," I whispered again, slightly louder and I watched as he opened one eye to squint at me.

"What?"

I poked his forehead affectionately, making him groan again.

"Dance with me," I murmured and he frowned, looking sideways at me.

"Huh?"

I walked my fingers up his chest, stopping to play with the collar of his shirt.

"Dance with me," I said again, giggling and pecking his lips before climbing nimbly off the couch. I moved the coffee table to the far end of the room and Suga sat up, watching me with an expression that was completely unamused and I wanted to laugh at the look on his face.

I twirled in front of him, flashing him my brightest smile and he finally gave in. He sighed with exasperation before smiling gently at me and I felt my heart flutter because I was reminded once again of how beautiful my boyfriend was.

He stood and I grabbed his hands and dragged him to the middle of the room. He suddenly darted around me, wrapping his arms around me from behind, and spun my around before setting me down again and bowing, extending his hand to me.

"My I have the honour of dancing with you?"

I giggled and took his hand, letting him pull me to him so that our chests were touching and we were gently waltzing across the floor.

"You're not mad that I woke you up?" I asked and Suga twirled me around and chuckled.

"I can never be mad at you." He kissed me gently and I smiled as he dipped me backwards before pulling me back up to him.

There was a knock on the front door and Suga kissed my forehead before going to answer it.

I heard the front door open and then I heard Suga gasp. Then there was silence and I felt my chest slowly start to tighten with anxiety.

"Yoongi," I called and felt my breath catch when he walked slowly back into the living room. His eyes were wide and he looked as though he had just seen a ghost.

His eyes were intense and locked on mine, and I watched him mouth something.

'Run'

A group of men suddenly burst into the room, and I staggered backwards with confusion.

"Yoongi, who are these men-"

I screamed when I was suddenly seized from behind and my arms were pinned tightly to my sides. A hand clamped itself over my mouth.
I instinctively opened my mouth to bite down hard-

"I wouldn't do that, princess."

Someone was pointing a gun at my head and I started hyperventilating. I was certain my heart was beating erratically enough to give me a heart attack and my eyes felt as though they were about to pop out of my head.

What the hell was going on? Who were these guys?!

"Let her go, she has nothing to do with this!" Suga cried before two men grabbed him and a third pulled a bag over his head, muffling anything else he might have tried to say.

A bag was pulled over my own head and the world suddenly went black. I could barely breathe because of how thick the bag was and I couldn't hear anything other than my erratic breaths and sobs of terror and being overwhelmed as I was led out of our apartment building and shoved into what I was certain was a van. They bound my hands and feet tightly with rope or something but I couldn't see.

I wasn't sure how long we drove for, but it felt like ages before the van finally came to a stop and I was dragged out of it.

The bag was roughly ripped off my head, the sudden light blinding me, before I was thrown brutally to the floor of a filthy alley.

I was forced onto my back and I turned my head quickly to see where two men were holding Suga down on his knees. He was being punched and kicked by two other men and I opened my mouth to scream for them to stop but I realised they had gagged me. The filthy cloth tied around my face made my skin crawl with revulsion. What other victims' screams had this muffled?

"Where's the money, Suga?"

I froze. Suga? They had called him Suga?

That had been Yoongi's name back during his days as a gang member. But he had told me he was done with that life.

"I cut my ties with you years ago and even then I told you, I don't have it," Suga snarled before a fist met the side of his face. He spat out blood before glaring up at the man in front of him, dressed in a white suit and holding a diamond incrusted cane. Who the hell was this guy?

"The Chameleon took your fucking money."

The man sneered. "We questioned Chameleon. He claims you have it."

"He's lying."

"Oh is he?" The man glanced behind him, down at me and I felt my body freeze because I had never seen eyes so evil.

"Does your girlfriend think he's lying?"

"Leave her out of this," Suga hissed and the man laughed, turning back to him.

"You're not really in the position to be giving me orders, Suga."

"That isn't my name anymore."

The man sniffed. "I've heard."

Suga's eyes were on me and I felt tears glaze my vision because he looked so desperate, and so scared.

He suddenly paled when I heard someone crouch down behind me, a feat I hadn't thought possible since my boyfriend was already pale enough to look like a vampire, and I felt myself go colder when the tip of a blade was dragged lightly down my stomach.

I was crying, my tears blurring everything.

"Give me my money or the girl dies. It's your choice, Suga," I heard the man say and Suga sounded really frantic now, no longer defiant and strong. I was scared, so scared and my tears ran faster. I was sobbing but my sobs were muffled by the cloth.

"I told you I don't have it!"

The man sighed and I could vaguely see him shaking his head.

"Well that's a pity."

The blade was driven into my abdomen and the pain was blinding. I was sure I had screamed but my vision had gone white and my ears were ringing. Was this what happened when you went into shock?

The blade came down again, another blast of searing pain, then again, and again.

The pain eventually ebbed away to nothing. I couldn't feel anything anymore but I knew my attacker was still hacking away at me.

My vision had returned so I turned my head to look at Suga, even though my neck felt like it was a block of concrete and I saw that he was crying. Did I look that bad? There was a lot of blood pooling around me.

I saw one of the men holding him down suddenly grip him by the hair and yank his head back to expose his neck as a different man holding an enormous knife took his position in front of him.

I blanked out.

When I regained whatever form of consciousness I had left I saw that I wasn't alone on the ground anymore. Suga was lying beside me, and he was looking at me, but his eyes were vacant. Somehow I knew he couldn't see me, or anything at all anymore and it was all because of the giant slash adorning his neck like a bloody necklace. So they had killed him too. I felt tears running sideways down my cheeks.

"I love you," I said, but I realised no words had left my mouth, only a gurgling rasping sound and blood ran down the corners.

Yoongi was gone and my torso was so full of holes there was no way I could possibly be saved, so what was the point of hanging on anymore?

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to ebb away into oblivion...

Maybe I'd find him there...

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