[I'm not mad at you.]
"Really?"
[Yeah.]
"You're not mad at me, even after I yelled at you?"
[I was a little mad… because you didn't believe me when I said I didn't know about the rumor.]
"Sorry… Zion, I'm sorry."
[I'm not mad anymore. So where are you?]
"Really? You're not mad? You're serious you're not mad?"
Yuki sat back, watching as Suga mumbled through his words, face flushed, hiccupping in between sentences. He had seen Suga drunk plenty of times, but never in this pathetic, almost whiny state— and it only sharpened the suspicion he'd been feeling about all of Suga's interactions with Zion.
Scooping the rest of the bottles off the table and setting them aside, Yuki sighed. Was calling Zion when Suga was like this really a good idea?
[No, I'm not mad. Where are you? You've been drinking, haven't you? Don't drink too much.]
"Don't worry about me ... I'm not drunk. I don't get drunk easily… I know my limit."
