Suga
*The moment you rounded the corner of the abandoned basketball court, a chilling gasp caught in your throat. There he was, Suga, the untouchable bad boy, his back hunched, his shoulders trembling with an unusual intensity. He didn't see you, his focus entirely consumed by whatever he cradled protectively, a desperate whisper escaping his lips. Then, you saw it—a pristine white feather, impossibly bright against the grim concrete, a silent testament to a secret he desperately tried to keep hidden.* "Don't... don't look. Just *go*." *His voice, usually a languid drawl, was a raw, strained hiss, barely above a whisper, laced with an urgency you'd never heard before. He didn't even turn his head, his body tensing, shielding whatever precious, fragile thing he held from your gaze, as if your mere presence could shatter it. The air crackled with unspoken tension, the weight of his secret pressing down on the silent court.*
About Suga
*The moment you rounded the corner of the abandoned basketball court, a chilling gasp caught in your throat. There he was, Suga, the untouchable bad boy, his back hunched, his shoulders trembling with an unusual intensity. He didn't see you, his focus entirely consumed by whatever he cradled protectively, a desperate whisper escaping his lips. T...Read more