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Suga was out on a Wednesday at 5, drunk and lost. This wasn’t something Suga did often, but when you lose your job, your apartment, and most of your stuff in the same day, it calls for it. Oh also, getting ghosted by the guy you’ve been falling for really pushed him over the edge.
Suga had started the day like normal. Waking up late, rushing through getting ready, drinking about a liter of black coffee, and rushing out the door.
When he got to work he ran to his office, with a minute to spare, and started work. He had already been working for 3 hours when he piece of shit boss called him into his office and said they were going to have to let him go. Why they had him work half a day first was beyond him.
He wanted to scream at the fat, balding, slightly homophobic man. Tell him how awful he had been, how this job had taken years off of his life. But he didn’t. He actually said thank you.
Just like when he got to his apartment and his landlord let him know he had a week to move out because he was selling the building, Suga said he understood, and went to start packing his things.
Suga had always had trouble standing up for himself. If you even thought about hurting his friends, he could make anyone wish they were dead with his words. But when it came to himself he just couldn’t do it, even when people deserved it.
When he got to his apartment he went to unlock his door, but noticed it was already unlocked. He was pretty sure he had locked his door, so when he came in he did so cautiously. When he finally walked through the door he noticed where his tv couch and coffee table used to be, was now empty space. The same went for the kitchen appliances, and his laptop was not where he had left it that morning.
Suga took a look around his apartment, sat down on the floor, and cried.
He felt like he had cried for hours and didn’t have anything left. He decided to get his ass off the floor, and called the non emergency line to report a break in.
The cops came, took his statement and left, basically telling him it’s unlikely they’ll find his stuff and to file a report with insurance.
Standing there, watching the police document the sad affairs of his life, he checked his phone. He had a text from Oikawa, and a few social media updates. He went to his texts with Jason and saw the same 3 texts he’d sent, all with a little “seen” mark below them, feeling even more pathetic than before.
That’s how he ended up at a park, on a Wednesday at 5 pm, with a large tub of ice cream, and a bottle of whiskey.
He found a bench to sit on, opened up his tub of half eaten ice cream, and poured some of the whiskey in it.
“You know you could get arrested for public intoxication.”
Suga looked around, wondering if he needed to add hearing voices to his list of woes, when he looked almost behind him noticing a man standing there.
Once he got his eyes to focus, he noticed this was a very attractive man. He was wider than Suga, who was always more on the skinny side, with broad shoulders and a strong chest. His biceps filled out his shirt, and he noticed some ink peaking out of it. When he looked at the guys face he saw a big smile with dimples, big brown eyes, and piercings lining his ears.
Oh my god he’s so hot Suga thought.
“Uh thanks?” The guy rubbed the back of his neck.
“Oh shit did I say that out loud?” Suga said covereing his face with his hands, but then deciding he needed more ice cream and whiskey to get through this.
The guy laughed and said “is that even good?”
“I honestly don’t know. I just know I want ice cream and I want alcohol. This makes it easy to get both.”
The guy seemed to think this over. “I can see that.”
Suga caught himself checking the guy out more than he’d like to admit. It just wasn’t legal how well those jeans were fitting his very muscular thighs. He also wondered what it would feel like to run his tongue along that strong jaw line.
They stayed silent for a while, and then the guy sat down on the bench. “So what happened?”
Suga looked up at hot guy again, lifting an eyebrow at him. “How do you know something happened?”
The guy gave Suga a once over. “Oh so you just get drunk on wednesdays at 5 every week?”
Suga rolled his eyes “okay fine. I lost my job and then my landlord kicked me out and my apartment got broken into and they stole all my stuff.”
“Fuck” hot guy said. And Suga nodded in agreement.
They sat in silence again, Suga taking more spoonfuls of his alcoholic ice cream. He felt the tears wanting to fall again and inwardly scolding himself.
Get your shit together! You will not cry in front of hot guy!
He took his phone out again, having no notifications from Jason, and felt one of the tears fall. “And you want to know the fucking cherry on top?” He said into his ice cream, watching the tears fall into the container.
“What’s that?” The guy said, voice soft.
“This guy who I’ve been talking to, totally ghosted me a few days ago. He was like super hot and funny and smart and had a good job. Who am I kinding, of course he ghosted me! He was obviously too perfect.”
The guy suddenly stood up, causing Suga to look up at him with his red swollen eyes. Then he extended his hand to Suga.
Suga looked at him, then his hand, and back at him, clearly not getting it.
“Well let’s go.” Hot guy said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Suga still eyed him, thought about questioning it, shrugged and took the guys hand. He made sure his ice cream was securely in his other hand before continuing.
They started walking but the guy didn’t seem to know where he was going.
“Are you going to kill me now? It’s fine if you are I’d just like to know.” Suga said, pouting when some of his whiskey spilled over the ice cream top.
“What? No. We’re going to the store.” He said, smiling a little at Suga’s pout.
“Oh. Okay.”
The guy was looking at Suga, and cleared his throat. “You know you really shouldn’t trust people so easily. I mean I’m not going to hurt you but many people would.”
Suga giggled. “I didn’t know I was going to the store with my dad.”
This caused hot guys brow to furrow. Cute. He grabbed the ice cream from Suga, and took a big bite, and then promptly choked. “Holy shit that’s terrible.”
“You’re doing it wrong. You need to get drunk and then you won’t care.” Suga said, winking at him. Well he tried to wink. It probably was more of slow blink.
The guy snorted (yep, definitely a slow blink), and took another big bite, wincing at the burn.
Suga reached to grab his treat back, but overestimated the distance and started to fall. He grabbed onto the first thing he could, which just happened to be a very large, very strong bicep. His other hand landed on the guys stomach. Holy shit of course he has wash board abs.
“You okay there?” Suga looked up and saw that smile up close, causing him to feel even more light headed.
The guy helped him back upright, and when he trusted Suga was sturdy, let go. They then walked through a door and were in the store.
Suga followed this man not questioning much about what was happening, just happy to be distracted from his shitty life.
They first went to the dairy aisle, where the guy bought a dozen eggs. Then they got toliet paper. The guy also got some snacks Suga was excited to get into later. Suga poured the last of the whiskey into his ice cream, and dumped the bottle into a trash can.
When they walked out of the store the guy looked left and right, and said “do you know that guys address?”
“Huh? You mean Jason? No we never got that far.”
The guy sat Suga down on a curb, made sure he was stable and then got his phone out. He dialed while asking Jason’s last name. Suga told him and he started talking to someone on the other line.
“Okay thanks Ennoshita. I owe you big time.”
He looked down at Suga on the curb, hugging his carton tightly, and offered his hand again. Suga took it and stood up on wobbly legs.
“You ready?”
Suga stuck his spoon in the air like a sword in front of him. “Onward!”
As they walked Suga started to finally think about the situation he was in. He was drunk, walking with a guy who’s name he didn’t even know, toward an undetermined location. He tried to make himself care, but he just couldn’t do it.
“So um, are you not busy? Like I’m not keeping your from anything? Or anyone?”
The guy shook his head. “Nope and nope. I had no where to be today, I was just going for a walk. And no one is waiting for me at home, if that’s what you were asking.”
Hot guy started searching through his bag, pulled out some sour gummy worms, and Suga started making grabby hands at them with the unoccupied hand.
Laughing, hot guy bypassed his waiting hand and placed two on his lips, waiting for him to open them. Suga opened up for him, and only closed his mouth on the guys fingers a little. He tried really hard not to close his eyes when he felt his fingertips on his lips, but he’s pretty sure he failed.
“We have a little bit of a walk to the bus station. Tell me about yourself.”
Suga fake gagged. “Gross my life is so pathetic. No thanks.”
“Okay how about a game then.”
Suga’s eye lit up. “Oh I love games! Let’s play truth or dare!”
He scrunched his nose at that. “That’s not what I meant-“
“Truth or dare!” Suga said, with a mischievous smile.
He seemed unable to resist it. “Fine dare.”
“Hm” Suga rubbed his chin seemingly in deep thought. Then he covered his mouth and giggled. “I dare you to yell “I love dick” as loud as you can.”
“Oh my god I didn’t know you were evil” the guy said, but then he turned around and yelled at the top of his lungs, cupping his face to enhance the sound “I LOVE DICK!”
He got a few heads turned toward him, and a parent covering their child’s ears while frowning at him, but luckily the street was decently empty.
He turned around to see Suga hiding behind a bush. “Why are you hiding?”
“I can’t be associated with the I love dick guy! So embarrassing.” Hot guy grabbed him from his hiding spot and they continued forward.
“Your turn.”
“I pick truth.” Suga said.
“Okay what’s something you’ve never told anyone?”
Suga stopped walking, looked around, and then crooked his finger at hot guy, beckoning him near. He leaned in, and Suga whispered in his ear “I’ve stolen keychains from every single convenient store I’ve ever been in.”
When Suga leaned back hot guy’s eyes were wide, and then he let out a hearty, deep laugh that wasn’t helping Suga’s cause in staying up right.
“You really are a menace to society.” Hot guy said, and Suga shrugged like what are you going to do?
They were standing at the bus stop now, watching the bus approach. They got on, Suga feeling the guys hand on his lower back, helping him in.
When they got to their seat Suga plopped down in his chair, hot guy sitting next to him.
He whispered “truth or dare.”
The guy whispered back “truth.”
“Boo” Suga said, making a thumbs down. “Tell me your most embarrassing story. And don’t try to lie. I’ll know.” Suga tried to give his best stern face.
The guys cheeks seemed to turn a little pink, so Suga fed him some more ice cream to help him gain some courage.
“Why thank you” he said. Then his voice got lower. “On time in college I got so drunk I went to my ex’s house and cried in his front yard, threw up, took my clothes off because they were now dirty, and fell asleep. He found me the next morning.”
Suga let out a surprised laugh “holy shit that’s so embarrassing. I would never tell that story again if I were you.”
He frowned, so Suga patted his cheek and tried not to laugh again. It didn’t work very well.
“Alright asshole, you go.”
Suga pinched his cheek this time, hot guy swatting his hand away. “Okay okay. Dare.”
He looked around the bus for a minute, seeming to try to come up with something. “I dare you to stare at the guy across from us for the rest of the ride.”
“Pssh I got this. Hold my ice cream.” Suga leaned forward, closed his eyes, and then turned his head and stared directly at the poor soul sitting across the bus.
It took a while, but after a minute the man seemed to feel eyes on him. He looked toward Suga, then looked away, looked again, and again, until he realized Suga wasn’t going to look away.
“Um, can I help you?” The guy seemed unnerved by the interaction.
Suga said nothing, continuing to stare. Hot guy was looking out the window over Suga’s shoulder, trying not to shake from the laughter that was trying to escape.
“Seriously is there something on my face? Or do you recognize me or something?”
Suga didn’t let up, and right as it seemed the guy was going to lose it the bus stopped at their stop.
As Suga and hot guy stood up they heard a quiet “oh thank god” behind them.
As soon as they were off the bus the both lost it, holding onto their stomaches they were laughing so hard.
Suga was focusing too hard on his laughter, that he dropped his ice cream on the ground. He suddenly stopped laughing and fell to the ground crying out “noooooo.”
This seemed to start hot guys laughter all over again. Suga contemplated trying to salvage some of it but hot guy stopped him.
“It was his time to go.”
“But he was so young! Had so much life left in him!”
Suga got up off the ground, looking at the empty carton one more time whispering a “rest in peace my friend” before following the guy.
“I know what will make you feel better. We’re here.”
“Where’s here?” Suga asked, looking at a line of small houses.
“This” he points dramatically, “is Jason’s house.”
Suga looked at the house, then at hot guy, then at the bag in his hands, and he suddenly made the connection. “Holy shit. You brought me to egg and toliet paper his house.” His eyes were as big as saucers.
Hot guy looked at him with a proud smile on his face. “Hell ya I did. Let’s do this.”
He opened the container as Suga started on opening the toliet paper bag. Hot guy handed Suga an egg. “You first, I insist.”
“Why thank you sir.” He said, and then hurled an egg as his garage door, hitting it and the egg going everywhere. “FUCK YA!”
Suga was beaming, and when he looked over so was his companion. They both started alternating throwing eggs and letting toliet paper rolls fly. Eventually they saw the curtain from the window move over and Jason’s head pop out.
“Oh shit! Abort abort!!!” Suga threw all the evidence down and started running. He heard quick footsteps behind him and laughter. Then he heard “FUCK YOU SUGA!” From near the house.
Suga rounded a corner and when he found an alley he slipped into it, hot guy right behind him. He bent over to catch his breath and when he straightened he found a set of eyes boring holes into him.
“That was amazing. You are amazing.” Suga said before he could stop the words from coming out.
“I could say the same for you.” Was he suddenly closer? Suga noticed he could feel hot guys breath on him and yep he was definitely closer.
His vision was full of large brown eyes and inviting lips. He was still pretty inebriated, but he thought he saw those eyes flicker down to his lips.
Hot guy seemed to be warring with himself, so Suga made the decision for him. He leaned forward pressing his lips to the other man’s. They were soft and warm and exactly what Suga thought they would be. The guy put one hand on Suga’s jaw, the other on the back of his head, and walked him backwards until he felt a cold wall on his back. He used the hand on Suga’s jaw to tilt his head back slotting their lips together better.
Suga bit the guys bottom lip, causing him to gasp. He decided to take advantage of that opening and put his tongue in hot guys mouth, swiping on the roof of his mouth, his teeth, any and all surfaces he could reach. The guy seemed to appreciate that because he sucked on Suga’s tongue, causing a moan to rip from his throat. Suga was just about to dip a hand under his shirt and feel those abs in real time when he heard a very annoying ringing sound.
Hot guy pulled away with a loud pop and yelled “FUCK!” The looked at Suga and said in a whine “fuck. I’m sorry I have to take this.”
“This better be really important.” The guy growled to whoever was on the other end of the line. Suga personally believed he was being too nice until the look on the guys face changed from a look of frustration to one that said business.
“Of course. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”
He hung up the phone and rested his foreheads against Suga’s. “I’m so sorry I have to-“
“Go. Right.” Suga said, only pouting a little bit.
The guy crashed his lips into Suga’s one more time, and then he was gone.
Suga watched him leave, noticing just how nice his ass was, until he turned back and gave Suga the cutest wave. Suga waved back, and didn’t move from his spot until hot guy was out of sight.
He fumbled his phone out of his pants, got to Oikawa’s contacts and waited.
“Hey bitch. What do you want?”
“Fuck off. Come pick me up.”
“Are you drunk in public again? Suga is the middle of the week.”
“You really want to start this game? Remember last week when you called me worried because some guy had come over and fucked you and then you-“
“JESUS SHUT UP. Okay I’m coming. Send me your location.”
“Hurry up. I’m too pretty to be left all alone on the street.”
When he hung up he started walking out of the alley to wait on the curb. He sat down and felt something in his other pocket he’s sure wasn’t there before. When he took out the bag of sour gummy worms, he felt a smile take over his face. Maybe this day wasn’t so bad after all.
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Suga woke up a few weeks later dreaming about big brown eyes and eggs. Then he suddenly was assaulted by a flying hand from behind him.
“WHAT THE FUCK OIKAWA!”
He screamed waking Oikawa, and probably the neighborhood up.
He had been staying with Oikawa ever since the break in, and then he didn’t have an apartment a week after that anyways.
“Shhhhh” came from Oikawa. “Too early. Need beauty sleep.”
Suga took his pillow and stuck it over Oikawa’s face. “Don’t bitch slap me at 8 am then!”
Oikawa squawked and flailed around, trying to get Suga and the pillow off of him. He swung wildly causing Suga to rear back and letting Oikawa escape from the pillow.
Oikawa bolted from the bed, Suga hot on his tail, when Oikawa slipped into the bathroom, slamming the door in Suga’s face.
“I will get you. I know where you sleep.”
“Oho, that sounds sexy.” Oikawa said through the door. Suga smacked the door causing Oikawa to laugh. He grumbled his way into the kitchen, trying not to think about hot guy anymore. Honestly the guy was amazing. He was hot as hell, nice, fun, and obviously caring. Suga was infatuated. The problem was he had no way to get in touch with him.
Oikawa walked into the kitchen and poured himself some coffee. “You day dreaming about muscles and piercings guy?”
“Don’t forget tattoos.”
“My apologies how could I make such a grave error?” Oikawa held his hand over his heart, looking completely scandalized.
Suga rolled his eyes chewing on some toast and taking big gulps of coffee.
“I can’t believe you didn’t get his name. You got no kind of identifying information? Like his job or where he lives or anything?”
“Ya Oikawa, we didn’t ask each other’s names but he told me his addresss? Obviously not! Also I’m not the one to blame here. I was drunk. He was completely sober and didn’t ask me shit!”
“You both seemed to be pretty caught up in the moment. Maybe he just forgot?”
“Or maybe he didn’t want to ever see me again. I was a total mess, how could he?” Suga laid is head on the counter, feeling extremely sorry for himself.
“The way you described how hot that kiss was, there is no way that’s true.” Oikawa rubbed his back a poured him more coffee.
“Maybe you’ll meet again like you did that first time. You guys are fated for each other I’m sure of it!”
Suga rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot. Fate is bullshit. And I had my chance and blew it because I was too drunk to think straight.”
“Suga-chan you never think straight.” Oikawa winked. Suga lifted his head from the counter, just to karate chop Oikawa in the ribs, and go back to his moping.
“GODDAMIT THAT HURTS!” Oikawa held his side while glaring at Suga. “You’re the worst.”
He placed his coffee mug in the sink, went to get his shoes and his bag for work, and headed for the door.
“Have a great day honey! Love you.” Suga said while blowing a kiss. Oikawa sent him a middle finger as he walked out the door.
Suga had a long day of job searching, apartment hunting, and junk food eating, so he decided he should probably get started.
He had just gotten his laptop out when he got a phone call from an unknown number. Most of the time he ignored them but this time he decided to answer.
“Hello?”
“This is Officer Sawamura Daichi from the Sendai police department. Is this Mr. Sugawara Koushi?”
Huh. Something about that deep voice sounded strangely familiar. Did Suga know any cops? He didn’t think so.
“This is him.”
“Hi Sugawara-San. I’m so sorry to hear about the break in. The officer who had been on your case had other obligations and I will now be in charge of your case. I was going over some of the details and I feel like there’s some questions he skipped over.”
The polite way of saying that guy is an idiot, Suga thought.
“Well I’m glad someone more competent is on my case. What do you need from me?”
He heard a small laugh covered by a cough. Okay that was really familiar. He was going through his mental rolladex of names but could not come up with a Sawamura Daichi.
“I’d like to ask you some more questions. Is there anyway you could come by the precinct?”
“Sure! I could be there in like an hour?”
“Perfect. Thank you so much.”
“No problem. See you then.”
After the phone call ended Suga closed his laptop and went to take a shower. Throughout his shower, brushing his teeth, and getting dressed he could not get that voice out of his head. Where the hell do I know that from?
Oh well he thought as he pulled his shoes on and walked out the door. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.