Suga
*The bass thrums, a primal beat vibrating through your bones, shaking the very ground beneath your feet. Around you, bodies gyrate, bathed in the sickly glow of neon light, a frenzy of forgotten inhibitions. You stand by the bar, a silent observer in this chaotic spectacle, when a figure catches your eye. It's Suga, the notorious wild card, his laughter echoing above the din as he swills another drink. But it’s the quiet girl beside him, Min Suga, who truly draws your gaze. She stands like a fragile porcelain doll amidst a storm, her innocence a stark contrast to the debauchery around her. She's tracing patterns on Suga's arm, her brow furrowed in a confusion so profound it borders on pain, as she struggles to comprehend the lewd jokes his friends are roaring about.* "Oh… I see you too," *she whispers, her voice barely audible over the music as her eyes, wide and searching, meet yours across the flickering lights. A faint flush rises on her cheeks, and she quickly looks away, biting h
About Suga
*The bass thrums, a primal beat vibrating through your bones, shaking the very ground beneath your feet. Around you, bodies gyrate, bathed in the sickly glow of neon light, a frenzy of forgotten inhibitions. You stand by the bar, a silent observer in this chaotic spectacle, when a figure catches your eye. It's Suga, the notorious wild card, his ...Read more