"It's just like- why'd he have to die like that? You know?" I sobbed.

Suga patted me on the back, gently giggling to himself, "I can't believe you're crying about a character that was developed and killed within the same movie."

"B-but he was a good guy. He didn't deserve that. Did you see how his family treated him?" I wiped a small tear from my eye.

"Yes, yes I did. Was a really good film."

"Yeah, for sure."

It was around 9PM now. Suga and I made our way to his car, parked neatly inside the lines in the cinema car park. The sky was shockingly bright, pink and purple hues scattering across the skyline.

"It's so pretty out tonight," I smiled, looking up.

"Yeah, it really is. I feel like I'm not ready to go home yet," Suga said as he leaned his back against the bonnet of the car, also looking up to the sky. His hand snaked it's way around my waist and pulled me in so that my back was flush against his chest. Thank god he couldn't see the red blush etching across my cheeks.

"I'm not either. We should do something fun."

"Hmm? Like what?"

"Maybe we could drive past the coast?" I suggested, "I've got some fire playlists for the ride."

Suga let out a quick chuckle, "Guess you're the AUX queen then."

Suga's driving was fast but careful. To be honest, I never took him for the racer type but his quick little movements had me questioning otherwise. My music was playing softly in the background as I looked at him in the gorgeous sunset. His long pretty hair tousled around slightly by the open windows and fresh air. His boyish yet angular face staring straight ahead, with a resting smile. He was truly beautiful. With my side view, I saw those dilated eyes behind the thick black sunglasses.

"You needing something?" he smirked playfully.

"I was just thinking I wanted to try on your glasses."

"Yeah? Here you go," he replied, handing the spectacles over to me.

I pulled my hair back out of my face and slipped them on. I popped down the shader and slid open the small mirror. They were a little too big leg-wise but still cute.

"You look good in them," he stated oh-so-plainly as if it didn't just give me a million butterflies. His eyes remained on the road as he said it, one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on the gearstick. Truly a sight to behold.

"Thank you, however I think they look a bit cooler on you," I giggled, pushing them back onto his face, "By the way, how long did it take you to learn manual?"

"Well I think I took about 10 lessons before sitting my test. My dad would teach me, though. He drove a manual, always has. Guess that's why I picked it up quite well."

"Ah, I see. I can barely even drive automatic. I crashed on my fifth lesson," I giggled.

"No way!" he laughed back with me, "Was everything like, okay?!"

"Yeah it was fine. It was just up the curb and into a bush. More humiliating than life-threatening. Although it's left me with enough trauma to not take any lessons since."

The car came to a stop, parked by the boulevard of the beach. Suga turned his head to look at me, "Well I am sure one day you'll want to again. I'll even help you if you need me to. Not that I'm a great driver or anything, but the practical stuff I can help with for sure," he beamed.

"That sounds great, thank you."

We both got out of the car and started walking along the flood walls, looking down upon the people on the beach. There were all sorts of people; couples eating food, old people walking their dogs, some young kids building sandcastles and rough-housing.

"Damn, it's pretty busy out here tonight, huh?" Suga remarked.

"Yeah, for sure. I guess it's cause it's such a nice night," I replied, pulling out my phone to get a quick snap of the sunset before it vanished completely. I decided it was cute enough to add to my story so I did just that.

"Are you hungry?" Suga asked sweetly.

"You know, I kind of am a little. Even if I ate a whole bag of M&M's at the cinema."

He chuckled, "I'm going to spoil you, though. So what would you like?"

His choice of words made heat rise to my face. "Um, just whatever you're feeling, really."

"Whatever?" he asked quizzically. I had just now realised his close proximity and the fact that we'd stopped walking.

"Yeah?"

With that, he placed a gentle hand on my cheek and angled my chin up to look at him. I drank in his eyes as we closed the gap between us. The kiss was light and airy, fitting for the situation but I couldn't help that I wanted a little more. Suga's hand was still cupping my face, his other pressed lightly into my waist. I deepened the kiss by pulling on his hoodie, bringing him closer into me. His hand on my face shifted to my hips and brought me in so close there was essentially no gaps between us. I revelled in the moment, drinking up every last second before he broke away.

"Wow," he stated, casting his eyes downward as his forehead pressed against mine.

"When you asked if I was hungry, is that what you thought I meant?" I giggled.

"I mean, I don't think so. But it felt right in the moment," he took my hand and pulled me along with him, "Let's go to the grocery store and get random stuff."

With this newfound impulsivity that I didn't realise Suga possessed, we made our way to the local supermarket. It was a small one, but very cute and cosy in its own way. There was only one grumpy looking teenager on the tills, and older guy sweeping the floors down the aisles. Suga and I headed straight for the snack aisle, grabbing an assortment of absolutely bonkers combinations.

"Have you seen people trying mustard on their watermelon?" Suga asked.

I stared at him with a horrified expression, "You're not seriously suggesting we do that right now, are you?"

"The night is young, and so are we."

xxx

We headed back to the beach where there was significantly less people than 20 minutes ago. Probably because the sun had set and the wind had started to pick up.

"Should we go on the sand?" Suga asked, eyes adoring the water.

"I mean, the tide will come in soon. But I guess it'll be okay for a while. We don't have anything to sit on, though. I don't want to mess up your car."

He places down the grocery bags that he's holding and lifts his grey hoodie over his head, his white shirt hitching up as he did so. I watched him intently, taking in his appearance.

"Enjoying the show?" he giggled cutely.

I quickly turned away, heading down the stairs to the sand, "Just so you know, I've clocked your cocky attitude tonight. And I'll be remembering it."

Unbeknownst to me, his smirk was spread wide behind me as he found a nice spot to place down the hoodie, "Your seat, your highness."

The word choice made me want to say something inappropriate in retort, but I controlled myself and sat down, bringing the grocery bags with me.

"So, this watermelon shit. Are we doing it right here?"

"Absolutely."

Suga unscrewed the cap off of the mustard and took away the plastic seal, placing it back in the grocery bag then screwing the top back on. I handed over the slice of pre cut watermelon to him and watch as he delicately squirts some of the condiment onto the fruit. He looked me dead in the eye, "It's all or nothing," and with that, he took a massive quick bite, chewing away.

I couldn't contain my laughter, watching as his face went through so many mixed emotions. Contorted with delight, confusion, inquisitiveness, rejection, repulsion and all the way back to satisfied, "It's not too bad, I guess. Your turn, (Y/N)." He took another slice of the pre cut water melon from the bag, pouring a smaller amount of mustard on for me and then bringing it up to my mouth. I gingerly took a bite, experiencing similar emotions to what I saw Suga have.

"You know, it's a bit weird, but nice. Kinda similar to how we are at the beach and you're just straight up feeding me mustard watermelon; weird but nice."

"I can't argue with that," he giggled, finishing off his slice, choosing not to put on any more mustard. "Can you do that thing where you shoot the watermelon seeds out like Hinata does?"

"Sadly we all can't be as talented as him," I sighed, thinking of the shortie. "I wonder how the team is tonight. They pretty much all sent me texts about the news today. Hell, even Ukai did."

Suga looked at me longingly, "Yeah, I'm sure they are all super worried. I know I am."

"You don't need to be," I said gently, "For some reason, I think for the first time, I feel as though everything will be fine."

He smiled at my positivity, "Why's that?"

"Well, I have so many good people around me supporting me now. I can't let them down. Especially not you or Daichi."

He smiled, looking down into the sand, "I don't think you could ever let me down, you know. I think you're perfect."

Hearing him say those words meant the world. I fretted over trying to reply and he clearly noticed my concern, "You don't need to get so flustered all the time. I'm chill, you know that."

"I do know that. I'm sorry," I laughed lightly.

"And don't keep apologising! Please! There's nothing to be sorry for."

The sentiments of what Suga said and what had been my reality for so long seemed to send a spanner into the cogs of my brain. It was like he was saying the most obvious things in the world, but my mind said a completely different thing.

"Is it bad that I was about to apologise there?"

"Yes! Stop it now!"

We laughed together, finishing up our watermelon slices. "It's cause of him, right? That's why you get flustered and apologise so often?"

I sighed, knowing that I probably couldn't really explain my behaviour in any other way, "Yeah, pretty much. I mean, it's still stuff I'm working through in my mind. My brain tells me I should not allow myself to have fun because any time I do it's a problem for others. Even though I know that's not the case any more, it was my train of thought for a year so, yeah. It's been difficult. But you've really helped me there, Suga."

It was almost as if I didn't need to say it. His eyes told me that he knew all along, but he seemed relieved to hear my reasonings. Our hands were dangerously close together atop his hoodie. I decided to take the plunge and lace them with my own.

For some reason, things didn't feel awkward or nerve wracking in that moment. They felt calm and at peace, like the ocean in front of us. Seagulls gawked as they flew above our heads, waves crashing towards us. And it felt like, even just for a second, that everything was still and perfect.

xxx

Suga and I headed back home, playing some light songs on the ride. It only took about half an hour and we were back at the doorstep. Concerningly, it was slightly ajar. I looked to Suga's confused face and he looked back at me.

"Did Daichi leave this open?" he asked quizzically.

"I-I don't think he'd do that, to be honest..." I trailed off as Suga brought a pointed finger to push the door open further. What awaited us was a complete nightmare.

Clothes were strewn across the floor, hanging off the broken coat rack, the mirror that decorated the hall was absoltuely shattered across the carpet and the living room door looked to be off it's hinges.

Suga turned around quickly to me, "Wait here."

I nodded with affirmation, scared to even move. What the hell happened ?

"Daichi," I heard Suga say from the living room, "Oh my god, what the hell happened?"

Suddenly it was like I couldn't control my feet, I ran quickly, past the clothes and shattered glass and straight into the room where Daichi was, blood all over his face sitting with his back leaning against the couch.

"What the fuck?" I mouthed, completely shocked taking in the scene. The TV was smashed, chairs upturned, blood on the sofa. "Are you okay?" I asked completely shocked, rushing to Daichi's side.

"Not really," he huffed, clearly in pain.

"Who did this to you?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Huh? The hell it doesn't matter, Daichi! Who the fuck did this?!"

"(Y/N), calm down, we can sort this," Suga said as he shot me a look of concern.

"Want to explain, Daichi?"

He grimaced, adjusting himself so he wasn't in as much pain. I ran to the medical box as he began chattering, "I was just watching some TV then I head knocking on the door, next thing I knew it was being kicked down by 3 guys. They instantly started breaking things and fucking up things, then found me in the living room," he continued on as I dabbed some alcohol over his cuts in attempt to clean them up, "Said they were friends of Kai's and they were here to talk to (Y/N), which obviously wasn't going to happen. Told them that you were out and then they started laying into me, no questions asked. I-ouch!" he winced as I cleaned a particularly large cut.

"Sorry," I whispered.

"It's fine, anyways, I got a few hits on two of them but the third one fucked me up. They beat me until I couldn't get up, took our housekeys and left. I couldn't really do anything, I think I passed out."

Silent tears streamed down my face as he came to the conclusion of the events. He got hurt this badly, all because of me. I fucked up so bad.

"Daichi, I-"

"Don't you dare," he stated firmly as he looked me in the eyes, "Don't you fucking dare blame yourself for this, (Y/N). It's not your fault, any shit he does isn't. He's a bastard. He'll get what's coming."

I was so engaged with what Daichi was saying to even notice Suga pacing up and down the living room, wringing his hands constantly. His face was a face of pure anger, clearly worried about his best friend. "They took the fucking house keys?"

"Yeah, think they might've taken some money too, probably not much though. It's so fucked."

"Damn right it's fucked. We gotta call a locksmith like, right now. And I'll be phoning the police straight after..."

Daichi and Suga continued their conversation about the situation whilst I got up and placed the medical kit away. I stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. How could I let shit like this happen to my family? It's all my fault, I seriously should just leave everyone alone so they stop getting hurt. If I'd never ran away that night, I'd be dead and everyone would be safe. I wish I chose to do that.

I was spiraling. Hard. I could hear Suga helping Daichi to his room and listened as he dialed the locksmith. I just wanted to be anywhere but in that house, causing trouble for the people I loved dearly.

I sat with my head in my hands, slumped down against the kitchen counters. I was there for a while, god knows how long. Hell, I might've even fallen asleep. There was a gentle shake on my shoulders, bringing my attention upwards.

"(Y/N), you okay?" Suga asked lightly.

I struggled to find an answer that would make him feel better, "No. I'm not, at all."

He sighed, running his hand through his hair, then kneeling down to my height. "I've phoned the police. They'll be around for questioning in the next hour. It'll be mostly for Daichi but they'll probably want to speak to us too."

"When do you think it'll end, Suga?" I asked hopelessly, looking into his eyes.

"I-I guess, I don't know. Hopefully today."

A few more stray tears fell down my face.

"I think I'm gonna leave," I said quietly, standing to my feet, Suga echoing the same stance. He quickly put his hands on my shoulders.

"Leave? What do you mean? You can't leave, it's dangerous and the police are coming."

"I just need to leave, I can't keep staying here and hurting you guys."

Suga brought his hand up to my face, forcing me to look at him, "I swear on my life, (Y/N), I'll hurt any guy who even tries to hurt you again. I'll go through any one."

His stance was affirmative, his words more so. He was like a rock that couldn't be budged. That's what he'd became to me.

"Thank you," I replied, as I wiped my tears away.

[A/N: sorry about all this plot heavy shit. It's about to get hella fucked up lmao]