Tw : violent description case
Hastily, Suga rummaged through the duffel bag, and there it was— the object he'd been eyeing for so long. Clutching it with slightly trembling hands, he swallowed hard, his throat parched and dry.
A drink would've helped, but in this moment, with time seeming to race forward, Suga prioritized this above all else.
Setting Zion's laptop on the table, Suga instinctively reached for his neck, only to find his necklace missing. His eyes darted around, quickly spotting it on the floor not far from where he sat.
A wry huff escaped him— he often forgot to take it off during sex, and it was always Zion who removed it without him noticing.
His heart pounded wildly, hammering in his chest.
Was he really doing this?
The reality felt surreal, as if he were teetering on the edge of delusion. The laptop was finally in his hands. He glanced back at Zion, still sprawled elegantly, utterly motionless.
