Allowing Zion to continue pressing soft kisses against the side of his neck, Suga eventually stopped trying to push him away. His hands remained resting against Zion's chest, but they no longer carried resistance. Instead, his gaze drifted toward the pile of bags still sitting nearby. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, perhaps once he felt a bit comfortable, when his condition improved, he might finally muster the courage to visit the Hughes mansion.
Yet even as the idea formed, unease weighed on him. He couldn't deny it— he still wasn't ready. The very thought of facing the Hughes family left his chest tightening with a heaviness he couldn't shake.
After all, how he be expected to simply walk into that house, smile, and converse as though nothing had ever happened? Especially after the history between his father and one of their bloodline.
