Suqi's point of view.

The sky is putting an end to the daily show, what a golden hour. Hopefully my end will be as beautiful as the sunset.

What makes me so joyous is that black curtains are on the way to hover over the orangish sky, and that is satisfying.

Because by the time I enter my room I can rest like never before. My day was tiring as always. Let me just yawn.

"Mam, here's your chicken noodle soup. Bon appetit." A waiter served me the meal I ordered. I offered her a head bow, picking up my chopsticks to dig in the soup.

This place is on the mountain side near my college. And what's better than having dinner with a sunset view? Maybe having a companion along with the sunset view.

I let out a sigh, pulling the noodles up from the bowl with my chopsticks. Talking about today, well it was ridiculously messy.

I swear a lot, and all my bad words are dedicated to the two students who messed up with me for nothing.

Su is the permanent headache of my days but the other girl, what was her problem!?

"Maybe just a misunderstanding." The voice in my head suggested.

'Yeah, right!' I put the noodles in my mouth and chew, swallowing them in a surp.

Sure it was just her misunderstanding because I found out her uncle came to college with her stolen documents.

You know, Namjoon.

I never expected anything from my father but the way he don't even trust me a tiny bit makes me just-just dislike him.

"You want to swear at him, don't you?"

Namjoon knows me well. He's a voice head. So, of course he understands how my mind functions.

"I clearly see through you and that's the benefit. My perk for being your part, Suqi."

I let out a huff and laughed at his remark.

'Don't make reactions out of me. I'm in a public place, people will give me a manic tag.' Telling him to be careful, my eyes roam around the place.

Just to clear things up, I'm not possessed or a mental person. Namjoon is the persona from my nightmares.

Why and how is he related to me? He says it's magic. And don't believe that logic. In fact whatever I am in is tragic.

"There is something that makes us one, our emotions. You and I are two pieces of Yin yang." His poetic words are confusing.

'So, am I the black side or white?' I asked and for the nineteenth time he didn't reply.

"Not that I don't want to reply, I genuinely have no idea, Suqi. We did something, and only one person holds the right to decide whose act was white and who stands on the black side."

No clarification, I get it. What is he talking about? I have been seeing snippets of it. The girl, in my nightmares she is the one to decide however this is utterly disgusting.

"I'm sorry to remind you about that again."

His apologetic tone was too harsh to not tear up. He is so down in my eyes, and the chances of me doing something similar is more degrading.

'If we did what I see in my nightmares then we don't deserve to live, do we?" I asked him and again no voice came.

He wants to live, clearly dying is not his preference even though he deserves it. A rapist gets death sentence by the law.

"I can't die, Suqi."

'Right, but I can. And if I did the same as you then I would beg the law to kill me.'

I picked my bowl, gulping the liquid down. My teary eyes locked with the black sky, the end of mine should be anon.

I'm too tired.

"Wait right there, young lady."

I heard my father's voice as I stepped into the garden. My head swept to his side. As he stood in a four feet distance with an apron hugging his tummy.

My eyes heavily landed in the watch on my wrist. "Eight, twenty. Shit." Namjoon hissed as I chewed my lips, looking down.

"I was in the library you can ask the librarian, my book-"

"I asked the librarian and he said you haven't visited him for a week." He shut me up, I fixed my bag which was just wanting to slide down my shoulder and run, leaving me to handle it alone.

"Come on, I'm here." Namjoon cheered, "just tell him that you went to have dinner outside." He advised and I took a glance at my father's face, not that I'm scared but he looks like the grandpa from the granny game. Just with some additional hair on his head. "Your father isn't scrawny."

Yeah right, his big chunk of mass isn't something to ignore, "he isn't obesity either." Namjoon said.

I fisted my palms keeping anger inside me, 'Namjoon, do you really want me to swear in front of my father!' I heard him chuckle.

"Speak. Where were you?" He said in a dangerously low voice which he often uses at me. So, I'm used to that.

What I'm dreading is not getting a permit to get inside the house. "Your father will not do that, he knows the outer world isn't safe." Namjoon said but I was so chill.

"I was having my dinner outside."

"With who?" His tone was still the same, just a slight change in his position as he shifted towards the main door.

"With no one. I was alone, at the Sunset Hills." I gave him accurate information, matching steps with him as we ended up standing at the door.

My heart skipped a beat out of nervousness, his eyes met mine and he smiled. I kept that stern look on my face.

"You should take someone with you. There's billions of people out there, having a company isn't that bad of an idea."

A Smooth soft tone left his mouth as he stepped inside, leaving the door open for me. What should I be now? Stunned? I'm not. He knows he had *uked up and just covered it. "Give him some credit for being normal." Namjoon suggested.

'Yeah, will do. If he does the same.'

"You ain't normal." Namjoon retorted and I had no words to form.

I gathered myself, holding my bag in my hand as I took my first step in. Letting my shoes rest on the right corner, I moved to rush to my room.

"I had my dinner, I'll be sleeping now."

With just that said, I walked towards my room, leaving the dining room behind. By the edge of my right eye, I saw my father in the kitchen. He didn't said a thing.

"Well, you didn't say good night."

Did I mention that Namjoon is nosy and teaches manners even though he committed a crime.

"You did now. But I was just suggesting." His voice held the guilt and I shrugged, pushing the already open door.

I frown, a girl jerked as she heard the noise as if she's the thief in the building.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I asked, strictly as I got into the room.

She moved and her face got me boling as I greeted my teeth at her nervous smile as her hands waved at me in tiny.

"What the heck are you here for... in my room!?" My voice was loud enough to reach out to my father.

"Who are you shouting at!?" He shouted back, I can hear the footsteps coming my way. "I asked you something!" I paid no heed to my father's concern, just focused on the girl in front of me.

"Oh, she." My father reached us with a weak voice and bare minimum information.

Like come on I can see, she's a 'she'!

✐To Be Continued ▫ ▫ ▫

⏜ Word Count 𓈒 𓆇 1300+
⏜ Publishing Date 𓈒 𓆇 Nov 15, 2022.
⏜ Note 𓈒 𓆇 A whole chapter in Suqi's point of you. It was necessary because we need to understand her too.

There's so much things I'm not writing about. Majorly the about her nightmares which is nothing but Pari getting **ped.

You have already read many books with such content I'm sure, and I'm also sure that part isn't need any wording to showcase how disgusting it is. Vote for this chapter if you want more of Suqi aka Suga!!

✐What do you think about Yoongi's reincarnation as Suqi? You like her?

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