A/N: prepare some tissue next to you please while reading! Thank you!

You let out the breath you were holding the whole performance.

The fresh air hit your face as the realization hit you too hard.

You never knew anything about him, why did you feel like this.

Like you have been deceived.

A while ago, on the stage, Suga took off his innocent look and turned into a super-hot rapper who could spit a lot of words in a second. So unlike him, since he wasn't really that talkative with you.

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

Why modelling for you when you are...?

What was his job exactly?

“Producer.” Said jimin when he saw your expression. “He produced a lot of my songs.”

You just nodded, as you were so absorbed with the performance. You felt that you were so far away from him. The boy who was sitting next to you a while ago and shook your heart was out of reach.

Sighing, you grabbed the railing and took a deep breath. The sky was so dark, but there were no stars only the moon was the only visible bright star up there.

You couldn't wait any longer in the hall as you excused yourself out. Jimin gave you a worried look, but you just smiled at him and walked away.

You felt like this was no longer your place. Your place would be in a fashion runway, walking over the stage like a robot to display clothes. You were displaying yourself, not your talent like them. You felt completely out of place.

What am I doing? You thought, brushing away a loosen strands away from your face.

You felt your phone vibrate in your bag. Clicking it open, you grabbed the phone one. A name showed over your phone screen, making you frown a little, hesitating whether  to take it or not.

You swept the phone, putting it over your ears.

"How's things doing?" An excited voice said on the other side. She was living in her own fascinating world.

"Shocked." You said with a sigh. "Completely. Strangely, something that I never expected."

"Ah! You must have figured out what he was doing there." Tip said, in acknowledgement. As if she knew he would be having performance tonight.

"You knew?"

"I tried to tell you, but you never listen to me." You could imagine Tip rolling her eyes. "Suga is the same producer Suga. You didn't notice the similarity?"

Now that Tip mentioned it, you knew there was this amazing producer who produce Jimin's songs and a lot more of idols songs. But you never expected the both of them would be the same person. Like this Suga is a photographer and that Suga is producer and You actually never saw that producer before.

"Why are telling me that now?" You felt stupid. A girl with no mind to think with. You weren't even naïve to just believe anyone like this. "What's with his photographs thing?"

"Why don't you ask me, personally?"

You jumped when you heard Suga's voice behind you. He was standing at the terrace's entrance, looking at you with a warm gaze.

"Instead of invading my life like a spy. Just ask me. I will answer you."

You gulped, your heart skipped a few beats. "Tip, call you later." And like this you held your phone tightly in your hands.

"What are you doing here?"

Approaching you, Suga put his hands in his pocket before stopping a few steps in front you. "You disappeared."

"You disappeared." You said with a serious face, correcting him. "What am I even doing here? Why did you bring me here? Did you ask me here to show me your lie?"

"I didn't lie to you." Suga said coolly with a shrug. "I do both. Producing and photographs."

"That's not my point here."

"So what is?"

You! You wanted to say. Why do you make me want to know you more? Your tongue ached to say. Why do make me feel like it's impossible to reach out for you?

"Never mind." You managed to say, throwing your hands in the air and turned to look back at the night sky. There would be no meaning in arguing with him.

One month. The contact said only one month and a week had passed. You hoped for the remaining days to pass quickly without devolving feelings for him more.

You felt Suga moving beside you as he leaned over the railing, running his hand from his nape through his yellow fluffy hair.

You felt the urge to help him ruffle it. You wondered how they would feel between your fingers. You pushed the thought away as you cursed yourself mentally.

At moments like this, it would feel awkward to just stand next to each other without saying a word, when things weren't good. But somehow his presence eased your anxiety and once again you felt like your attendance had meaning after all.    

You were with him. Here. With him, the cold wind and the moon.

"I started as an underground rapper." Suga suddenly said, getting your attention.

You turned your head toward him, watching his side profile. He looked kind of different from this side. He looked manly, leaving his cute appearance aside. His jaw line was smooth and his neck was long and pretty with milky white skin, almost like snow.

You noticed that he was no longer wearing the suit. It was the performance outfit. The tight jeans pants over the oversized V neck T-shirt that looked loosen on the shoulders a bit. It made him hot as hell which made your heart dancing when your eyes sneaked a look over his collarbone.

Suga never actually looked at you, he was looking at the garden underneath the terrace. It had a rounded fountain, which looked like a piece of old roman stone. He his lips once before continuing, "I worked as a producer then, and got into this company where I met Jimin there."

"You look close to each other." You said, smiling when you remembered how playful they were around each other.

"Well, Jimin is precious." Suga said.

"So that's why you didn't answer my question?" You asked. "When I asked what you do for a living? I thought I asked something obvious then."

Suga winced at you laughter which sounded painful more than cheerful. He finally turned his head and met your eyes. His eyes apologized, they poured into to you in a way that you melt. "I thought you would curse me when you know I'm a producer."

"I won't." You said, looking at him deeply straight in his eyes. "I just need to know what is happening in my life." You took a deep breath thinking how your life was being so cruel to you.

"One month! It seemed like a joke at first, but really I never hated it." You said, giving a small smile. "Working with you would absolutely be fun. You are a genius. Since that day I saw you and you drink that (death glass) for me. I was flattered."

Suga looked at you with a blank expression. He was listening, but showed nothing. It made you feel embarrassed.  

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