Suga didn't have amnesia, he knew Zion was insane. It wasn't surprising that the bastard had no shame. Yet he couldn't stop cursing under his breath as he fled— Crazy, fucking crazy. This is humiliating. That red-haired bastard, I'm going to beat him up later. He ran so fast his legs felt numb, like they weren't even his anymore.
He didn't even realize how close he was to the gate until he burst through it, slipping out of the Hughes mansion with ease. Suga was a fast runner, always had been. From elementary to high school, he'd dominated every race, always crossing the finish line first. Maybe it was his long, lean legs or the wide strides he took, but Suga was untouchable on the track.
The flush on his face wasn't just lingering shame— it was from sprinting so hard he could barely breathe right.
Only when he stopped, legs trembling, did he realize how far he'd gone from the Hughes estate. The area was eerily quiet, nothing but trees lining the road, not a single house in sight.
