Okay, before you read this, there are some WARNINGS. You see that, BOLD LETTERS. ALL CAPS. IMPORTANT. There will be mentions of taking one's life and self harm in this. This story was written with me in mind this time instead of just, "y/n", but I will write it as a y/n story for you guys too. If you do not like such things, then do not read. Okay? Okay. LIKE SERIOUSLY, DON'T READ UNLESS YOU'VE ACCEPTED THE WARNINGS You were sitting up on the rooftop of your apartment. You came here often to contemplate life, or the lack of per se. Suga doesn't know why you come up here, thank goodness. He wouldn't know if you jumped for another 2 hours until he came home from work. You rolled your sleeves up and rubbed the scars on your arms self consciously. He's been asking why you're wearing long sleeves in this warm weather, but you didn't have the heart to tell him. You've been getting really depressed lately. School is a lot to keep up with, your parents were nagging you to get a job to help out Suga. It still hasn't even sunk in the you two are living together now. He doesn't deserve to be drug down by you, why did you agree to this. Just then, a tear slipped out of your eyes. Dang it, you can't cry now! Weak, you thought. Too weak to keep up with everyone else. Too weak to deserve such a great guy like Suga. You stood up and looked down at the busy street below. You could just imagine the wind blowing through your hair moments before the inevitable would happen. Just as you put one leg over the railing, having made your decision, Suga came out of the stairway and up on the roof. "Y/n? What are you doing?" His eyes grew wide as he realized and he quickly ran over and grabbed you around the waist. "Y/n! Why would you think of doing that?!?" he shouted at you, causing you to break down and sob uncontrollably. He held you tight and sat down on the ground with you in his lap, brushing the hair from your face and shushing you lovingly like a baby. He let you cry yourself out for a good 30 minutes, being perfectly patient with you. When you couldn't cry anymore, you were hiccuping, trying to catch your breath. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back soothingly. You tried to explain yourself, "I-I w-was overt-thinking *hic* a-and it j-just seemed l-like the only *hic* way t-to fix t-things." He looked you in the eyes and told you, "You could've called me y/n, I would've come straight home. You do know that I would give up my whole world for you, right? I would be devastated if you were gone from my life." You started to sob again and you wrapped yourself around him, trying to get as close to the love of your life as possible. How could you have thought of hurting him in such a way? You could never do that to him. He stood up with you in his arms and started to walk down the stairwell. "Let's go relax and drink some tea, how's that sound, Sugar?" You nodded against his shoulder and squeezed him tighter. You were so lucky to have a man like him in your life.
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